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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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i forgot to respond to you, I’m sorry!! Oh my god yes!! I don’t want to bother you but it would really make me happy to read your input on that, I’m feeling a little shy lately because to ask you for fics because I feel like my ideas are too boring so I’ve been thinking extra hard to come to something creative for you 😭😭

I’m so indecisive about who, it could be Aizawa, Shouto, Tenya or Hitoshi, like I said I love the idea of just corrupting someone and I imagine so many scenarios with them and I start blushing A LOT, I’m so sensitive these days, please can you put some aftercare and extra body worshiping?? 💓💓 i love you so much my baby -🏹

Baby I loved working on it! You have some amazing prompts. I hope you enjoy it!

Title : Waking the beast

Characters : Shouto/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ fluff

Summary : Shouto is a gentle guy for the most part, so what happens when you decide to explore that dormant dark side of him?

Please do not read if you're a minor

Everyone is of legal age

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Were you doing it on purpose? Walking around the apartment with nothing on but his boxer shorts and a bra? Indeed you were, though he certainly thought nothing of it, if anything he found you cute. But that was the exact opposite of what you actually wanted.

You wanted to bring him to his knees, to have him rip your clothes apart and pound your pussy ruthlessly.

_ "Honey I'll be in my office for a bit to write down that mission report. It might take a while so don't wait up." He whispered softly, kissing your neck and running his fingers along your exposed sides..

And then he stopped, leaving you hanging and walked into his office.

What was that reaction of his? Were you doing it wrong?

You ran to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. Yeah, beautiful, sexy, so what the hell was wrong with him?

You sighed in defeat and dragged your feet to your bedroom, sinking face first onto your bed.

It was maddening how clueless and innocent your boyfriend can be at times. And while you mostly found that part of him endearing, this time wasn't the case.

_ "Fine.. I give up." You mumbled against your pillow and closed your eyes, hoping to catch some sleep and forget the whole thing by next morning.

You tossed and turned, huffed and puffed for almost an hour, but it was useless, you were too upset to sleep anyway.

You sat up sighing and decided to visit him in his office, he was gone for a long time after all.

_ "Shouto, can I come in?" You called out for him after knocking gently on the door.

_ "Of course babe." He answered you immediately.

You walked right up to him and hugged him from behind, he was still immersed in his work that he didn't even turn around to greet you.

_ "Why are you still up?" He asked, still working on his paperwork report.

In all honesty, you wanted his attention, but you weren't about to admit that. So instead, you tightened your hug, pressing your barely covered boobs to his back and kissed his ear before whispering:

_ "I couldn't sleep without you, so is it okay if I waited here?"

_ "Of course it is love, I'm really sorry this is taking forever." He stated apologetically while taking your hand in his and kissing it softly.

You turned around, pushing his chair and straddling him. It happened too quickly that all he could do was stare at you wide eyed, silently questioning your actions.

_ "I wanna be close to you Shouto, please let me stay like this." You murmured in the softest voice you could muster, nuzzling his neck and running your fingers through his soft hair.

_ "It's fine sweetheart, do whatever you want." He kissed your shoulder and caressed your back before diving into his work.

It was warm and intimate.. and you almost melted into his touch, almost.. but not tonight.

You took the hand still tracing your spine and placed it on your exposed thigh, moving it up slowly against your skin until you slipped it under the hem of your boxers, his boxers.

Shouto was so engrossed in his work that he had no idea what you were planning on doing, and you took advantage of the fact to play with him more before he finally finds out your intentions.

You pressed your boobs to his chest and left feathery kisses along his pulse and down to his collarbone where you playfully nibbled and sucked a perfect red spot.

_ "Babe, what are you doing?" He chuckled, not really giving you his full attention. It pissed you off so you decided to take it to the next level and rolled your hips against his while slowly guiding his hand to your ass cheek, hoping he would squeeze your flesh.

He didn't.. he simply kept it there, thumb caressing your skin.

You hated how innocent and clueless he was being at the moment.. He left you no choice, it was finally time to bring out the big guns.

You got off his lap and kneeled in front of him, placing a palm on his covered cock and feigning an innocent gaze.

_ "Hey babe what are you doing?!" He jumped in surprise: "Can't this wait? I'm in the middle of work you see." He smiled nervously while patting your head.

_ "It's okay, you can finish your work, I'm not going to disturb you." You batted your eyelashes and placed open mouthed kisses on his awakening bulge.

He said nothing after that, he knew it was useless to resist you.

He went back to his work -or at least tried to- while you pulled down his boxers and encircled his dick with your fingers, pecking the head before taking him whole into your mouth.

You felt him tensing and smiled around his length, licking its underside and moaning softly.

He threaded his fingers through your hair and groaned tilting his head back. He was struggling to keep his cool and most of all, to finish his damn report.

You bobbed your head faster, moving your sneaky hands along the base of his cock and humming in satisfaction.

Shouto failed to keep his focus any longer, words on his papers jumbled up and lost all meaning.

He looked down to find you gazing up at him through half lidded eyes.

_ "Fuck.." He panted, tightening his grip on your hair and pushing your head deeper down his cock.

You whimpered as the smooth head hit the back of your throat, and you hollowed your cheeks swallowing around his raging shaft.

You moved one of your hands to your dripping cunt, pushing the shorts down to fondle your glistening clit. You were close, both of you were.

You closed your eyes as you felt him throbbing, and awaited his seeds to coat the inside of your mouth.

But to your surprise, he pulled you completely up, releasing his cock from your eager lips.

He removed your shorts and brought you on top of him, immediately sitting you on his cock.

You had no time to react or adjust, and your shocked expressions were enough proof.

_ "Fine, we'll do it your way, but I don't wanna hear any complaints."

You did it! You woke the beast.

He started bouncing you up and down on him and all you could do was claw at his shoulders and gasp for air. One of his hands traveled around your back and unhooked your bra.

_ "Aaahhh! Shouto.." You cried out his name when he delved in, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking it hard while his hand took care of the other one, kneading and squeezing and fondling until you lost all grip on reality.

_ "So sweet, ugh babe you're so soft." He mumbled, leaving wet kisses all over your boobs.

His thrusts became faster and deeper and you wailed as his balls hit your ass everytime he pounded you.

His hands went down, cupping your bouncy butt cheeks and he marveled at the way you jiggled with each push of his hips into yours.

You threw your head back and bit down on your lip while he kept railing you into oblivion.

_ "Fuck.. babe I'm close." He grunted through gritted teeth, lips ghosting over the fat of your breasts.

_ "Me too! Shouto please don't stop! I'm so close!" You begged, squeezing your eyes shut and yelped at once when he smacked your butt and squeezed your flesh over and over again.

_ "Yes babe that's it, let me feel that sexy ass jumping up and down on me.. yeah just like that. Fuck you're driving me nuts." He bit down on your nipple and smacked your butt again.. that was it for you, you tightened around him as your body shuddered from ecstasy.

But he wasn't going to let it end at that, one of his arms sneaked between your bodies as his fingers fondled your swelled up clit mercilessly.

_ No! No Shouto please wait! If you do that I'm going to.."

_ "I know, come on sweetheart give me everything you've got, fuck look at your delicious pussy begging for more.. beautiful."

His shameless words did it, you screamed at the top of your lungs before squirting on his chest.

_ "Fuck, yes, more babe give me more, I love it, look at that beautiful pussy, so good for me." And you did as asked, drenching both of you and slumping over his shoulder in exhaustion as he fucked you a bit more before pulling out to pump his dick a few times and cum all over his desk.

_ "Look what you did, some of it got onto my papers." He smirked playfully picking up the sullied documents, but you had no energy to reply.

You whimpered instead and held him closer.

_ "It's okay honey, don't move, I'll take it from here." He pecked your neck lovingly and stood up, carrying you to the bathroom.

You struggled to keep your eyes open, and you could faintly hear the water running in the bathtub. It all seemed like a hallucination until your body hit the warm water.

You were still in his arms, back resting against his chest, as you felt his gentle touches smoothing your sore body.

_ "Hey sweetheart how are you feeling? Is this okay?" He whispered, massaging your shoulders and legs and placing gentle kisses on your flesh.

_ "Yes, perfect." You breathed out smiling, and allowed him to pamper you.

You were unaware of how you passed out exactly, but when you opened your eyes again, you were fresh, clean, and secured between his protective arms.

You beamed as his sleeping form and steady heartbeat lulled you back to slumber.

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yshinikawax2-blog · 8 months

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Unfrozen Heart

Disclaimer: 📜🚫📖

This fanfiction is a creative work produced by a fan for fans and is not affiliated with the original creators or copyright holders of the source material. All characters, settings, and intellectual property belong to their respective creators and companies.

This work is created solely for entertainment and is not intended for commercial use or distribution. No copyright infringement is intended, and any similarities to the original source material are purely coincidental.

Thank you for understanding that this fanfiction is a labor of love and meant for personal enjoyment within the fan community. Enjoy the story! 📜🚫📖

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Shoto Todoroki had always been reserved and guarded, keeping his emotions locked away behind a stoic expression. He had grown up in a household where emotions were seen as weakness and had been trained to become a powerful hero. However, when he met Y/N, everything changed.

Y/N was a kind and compassionate girl who had a passion for helping others. She had always admired Shoto's strength and determination, but she could sense that there was something holding him back. She made it her mission to break through his walls and show him that it was okay to feel.

As they worked together in their hero training class, Y/N began to see the real Shoto - the one who was passionate, loyal, and caring. She loved the way he fought for what he believed in, even when it seemed impossible. She admired the way he protected his friends and never gave up, even when he was in pain.

Shoto was hesitant to let Y/N in, but as they spent more time together, he realized that he had never felt this way before. He was drawn to her kindness and her unwavering faith in him. He was captivated by her spirit and her ability to see the good in everyone.

As the days turned into weeks, Shoto and Y/N found themselves falling in love. They would sneak away from their training to spend time together, talking about their dreams and their fears. Shoto was amazed by Y/N's courage and her unwavering belief in the power of love, and Y/N was inspired by Shoto's strength and his willingness to face his own fears.

Despite the challenges they faced, Shoto and Y/N's love only grew stronger. They stood by each other through the toughest battles, and they always found a way to come out on top. Their love gave them strength and hope, even in the darkest moments.

Years later, as they stood together on a rooftop, watching the sunset, Shoto took Y/N's hand and looked into her eyes. "I never thought I could love someone the way I love you," he said. "You've shown me what it means to feel, and I'm grateful for every moment we've spent together."

Y/N smiled and leaned into him. "I'll always love you, Shoto," she whispered. "You're my hero, in every sense of the word."

Together, they watched the sun disappear behind the horizon, knowing that they would face whatever came their way, as long as they had each other. 💜🌇💙

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motzgurke · 2 years

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A monster called “love”

Villain!Shoto x Reader

Slightly Nsfw, slight swearing, mentions of torture/ death, Shoto is a polite and caring villain for reader-chan

Words: ~2400

Part 2

The frosty air made it harder and harder to breathe, your lungs seemingly freezing as you crouched behind a makeshift hideout. But what had you actually shaking in fear were the steps, slowly cracking the icy surface as the man walked around the mall, humming a gentle tune despite the terror he irradiated. Sometimes he was close enough that your heart nearly stopped beating, slowing down your body functions as if it was trying to hide your presence from the approaching predator.

“Snowflake”, he sang with his deep melodic voice dripping with nothing but affection. Oh, how you wanted to puke. “My beautiful, lovely snowflake. As much as I enjoy our little game, if you still don’t come out on your own I have to force you.” The temperature dropped again and another layer of ice crept over the floor, shimmering in the bright neon lights of the shop signs, while icicles grew like flowers during bloom. A mesmerizing sight if it wasn’t threatening to freeze you to death.

A part of you wanted to give in, fall back into the safety of his arms you had cherished for so long, but the other part, the part that still held the heart of a hero, was resisting the urge. It had taken you so much to push him away and you had tried for so long to redeem yourself to your own judgment. Why did he have to come back? And why now? Now that you were starting to feel well, back at your job as a pro hero, despite the antipathy you held for yourself. Despite the uneasiness when you had put your costume back on. You had worked so fucking hard to rearrange your life even though you missed him.

It is better this way, you had told yourself over and over during the sleepless nights when you couldn’t feel his warmth next to you anymore. After months of insomnia, the craving had dispersed into the farthest corner of your heart, the want to feel his touch again buried beneath your pride.

But now he was back and he wouldn’t leave without you, that he had made clear the second he had frozen the whole building. “Can’t you see how much I miss you? Not a day is worth living without you by my side. Without your smile, the world is so dark and empty.”

His words were tearing you apart because you knew he meant them. Even if it was hard to believe his love was nothing but genuine. He was a villain, the most dangerous being in the entire city, known for his cold-blooded and malicious nature, killing whoever he needs without hesitation with a manic grin on his lips. It was clear as day by the terror in the eyes you saw of the people hiding with you. All color had drenched from their faces, some clung together while others rocked themselves with fat tears rolling down their cheeks, waiting for their fate to arrive without knowing if they would live to see another day. And it was your fault.

They suffered because you were afraid to face him, instead, you hid from him, giving him enough room to display his power while patiently searching for you, his steps echoing in the loaded silence. Everyone knew better than to mess with him in this state. Or so you thought.

“Please, my snowflake, let’s have a talk just you and me. Like the good old times”, he sighed and in a reflection of a window, you saw his head drop, red and white strands hiding his expression from your vision. His fists clenched at his side, one hand erupting with wild dancing flames while the other was covered in sheer ice, cracking like broken glass beneath his strength. “I don’t understand, I have never done you any harm, never laid a single finger on you without your consent. Why would you hurt me like this?!” Suddenly he lashed out, his fiery fist meeting a frozen window and shattering it into a million pieces while the flames crept over the surface heating it until the last bits melted into a burning mass. You flinched, feeling the impact shaking the ground beneath you. He was so unbelievably powerful that his presence alone was enough to bring the toughest heroes to their knees. And it wasn’t just his quirk, everything about him was outstanding. His looks, his intelligence, his instincts, no one compared to him, and the whole underground bowed to him with a wink of his little finger without daring to cross his way.

And yet, this superhuman being had been like wax in your fingers, treating you with the utmost care and respect. He had always listened to your wants and needs, never forcing you into anything. He was a dream come true. It was embarrassing how easily he had wrapped you around his fingers. You, a pro hero meant to arrest him had helplessly fallen into the arms of the person you were meant to catch.

Oh, and how you enjoyed it. He had made you feel powerful, he had me you feel wanted. He still made you feel loved.

The memories were torturing you and sometimes you found yourself deep in the night with your fingers between your legs, working your core in mimicking the way he used to touch you. The image of his disheveled appearance was always clear in your mind. These mismatched eyes were wide-blown with lust, as he pushed into you with soft lips ghosting over your face while whispering sweet nothings. The feeling of his skin engraved on your own, his voice singing your name like a prayer with his mouth next to your ear, his hot breath shaking your whole body. His kisses were addictive and more than once you had pulled him back to you, holding his gaze and meeting his hips in desperate pushes while losing yourself in his embrace. It was intense, in these times nothing else mattered but him, and the moment you both reached your high together was made so much sweeter with his moans and growls, voicing his claim on you. His voice broke when he buried himself so deep in your core in places no one has ever reached before. Your desires could never be fulfilled by any other anymore.

He, who had taken your lonely heart and filled it with love. He, who held so much passion despite his cold demeanor and which you had willingly let devour your soul. He, who was back to reclaim what was his.

His steps echoed on the ice and suddenly you heard panicked screams breaking the dead silence. In the reflection, you saw people slipping on the surface smooth as glass as they tried to flee from his dangerous grasp. One poor unfortunate soul was the loser of this little race and as his feet were frozen to the ground, the impact slammed his head on the hard floor.

The hostage screamed and begged for mercy as he towered over him, eyes void of any sympathy. His blank expression in front of the crying civilian made everyone gasp in shock. Your heart beat violently in your chest, urging you to go save the elder who was caught and struggling for his life, but your body wouldn’t move. The mix of emotions has taken control over you, gluing you helplessly to the ground. What a hero you were.

The icy hand reached for the elder’s head and stopped right in front of his face, cold dust glistening in the air as the frost burn spread over the porcelain skin picturing a wordless threat. The villain sighed disappointed, the mismatched eyes staring coldly at the trembling human at his mercy. “I’m running out of patience, my love. On the count of three, I will freeze him and shatter his body into snowy dust, that is if you still refuse to face me.”

The ambivalence made you shiver, his words were cruel but his tone was broken, aching for you. You felt tears well in your eyes, your chest heaving while the temperature dropped another few degrees making it nearly impossible to breathe.

“One.”

You were shaking, your eyes flickering between the reflection and your trembling feet. The stress was tearing you apart, never before have you been so scared to move. It hurt, everything hurt so much and the wheels in your mind turned relentlessly. There has to be a way to rescue the civilian, but you couldn’t concentrate. Everything you have learned was gone, your hero instincts were overpowered by the sheer pressure he created.

“Two.”

He spoke louder than before, making sure everyone could hear him. Move. You screamed on the inside but your body wouldn’t obey. It was too much, the panicked screams echoing in your hand, the faces twisted in pure terror. Move! Your nails cut into the flesh of your upper arms, forcing your senses back with the reaction of your nerves, the stinging clearing your clouded mind. MOVE! Slowly you pushed yourself from the shelf you were leaning against, dropping to your trembling knees determined to not let the innocent male pay for your mistakes.

“Three.”

The crackling sound of the ice send a jolt through your spine. Fuck it. And with that you dashed around the shelf, pushing your feet forward and flying towards the spot the elder’s body was starting to freeze, his screams muted by the icicle threatening to pierce his throat, tears stuck on his cold skin.

You jumped forward, drawing everyone’s attention to you as speeded over to the surprised villain, a relieved smile forming on his lips as he lighted up. Shoto opened his arms for you and you crashed into his body, clawing at his velvet red dress shirt as his strong arms closed around your shivering form.

He was as warm as you remembered, his toned body hard but soft as you buried your head in the crook of his neck, the silky strands tickling your face. Tears flowed freely, drenching the expensive fabric of his shirt, but he made no move to push you away, instead he pulled you closer until you were pressed flush against him. You felt his nose brushing through your hair, savoring the scent he had missed for so long.

The people were dumbfounded at the display, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. To your shame, you had forgotten about them and the hostage in the second you were back in his arms. The world seemed to stop around you, the only thing that mattered was the beating of his heart synchronizing in the same rhythm as yours.

“Snowflake, my snowflake, where have you been so long?” Shoto choked down his tears, not wanting to spoil your reunion. Not a thousand words could describe these feelings, the desperation he had to endure for far too long vanishing as the emotions overtook his senses, clouding his mind with the peace and affection only you could provide.

You shook your head, pushing yourself up to find his gaze. His mismatched eyes had changed, despite your long separation, he seemed to have drifted even closer to you ultimately resulting in this attempt to draw you out, back to him. Instinctively your fingers found their way into his nape, threading through his hair and tenderly scratching his scalp, eliciting a pleased purr from him. “I’m here now”, you whispered and nuzzled his cheek, his sweet scent warming your insides.

Shoto chuckled, his voice seemingly dropping an octave as he leaned closer to your ear. “I will never, ever, let you go again.” You shivered as his lips brushed over the shell of your ear. You knew it the second you had stepped from your hiding spot that you had to exchange your freedom for the elder’s life, but being here, held by the man you desired with your whole being it was a price worth paying. As he said, Shoto had never treated you badly. You were his love, his muse, and he would never dare to even scratch you, nevertheless let you get scratched by someone else.

“Snowflake”, his lips traveled from your ear to your cheek and jaw, slowly rising until they were hovering over your quivering mouth. You tried desperately to close the remaining distance, but at the last second Shoto pulled back, leaving you pouting as his cold hand toyed with the hem of your shirt. “Promise me to stay with me”, his hand glided higher leaving a trail of goosebumps on your lower back, “Promise you won’t leave me again.” Shoto was begging you, his voice brimmed with need and the hero’s heart inside you was cracking, while your own desires were fuelled by his demand. And despite his villainy, you found yourself giving in. Falling into the hands that killed hundreds of people, the hands that caressed you like a piece of glass worth more than any money could pay for.

His gaze was locked on yours, waiting for your response but you couldn’t stand the anticipation anymore and sealed his mouth with yours, guiding his face closer with a hand on his scarred cheek. Shoto hadn’t had the restraint to push you away again and gave in, pulling your body flush against his, hands exploring your back while his tongue licked over your lips, greedily demanding entrance which you happily gave. Your blood rushed through your veins, his heat shielding you from the cold as your mind and soul were giving in to him, your Shoto.

Way too early the need for air made you pull apart, mouths still hovering near each other as you wiped away a drip of saliva from his chin. “Let’s go home, Shoto”, you whispered and your beloved chuckled deeply, transitioning into a burst of victorious laughter. “Yes! Yes snowflake”, he exclaimed and led you through the mall passed by the shocked crowd of people. But you ignored their judging glares, they didn’t matter to you now that you finally had everything you ever wanted.

The moment you stepped into the night with him, his warmth by your side protecting you from the cool breeze, your heart fluttered with happiness while the last bit of your heroism fell prey to the vast monster called love.

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smt-obsessed · 19 days

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Shoto Todoroki

☆ 16 ☆ intj ☆ capricorn ☆ 5'9 ☆

Each symbol portrays a different genre.

💋= smut, 🚨= angst, 👑= darkfic,

🩹= sickfic, 🧸= fluff, 🌦= hurt/comfort

(He will be aged up to 20+ if I write smut.)

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ONE-SHOTS

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SERIES

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moonflowerfourever · 7 months

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To Heal Your Scars

My new story! It's Todoroki Shoto x OC, but you can read it as todoroki shoto x reader too. Please give it a try!

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crushmeeren · 6 months

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🍰Todoroki/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this

Warnings; cursing, making out, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy (he has a tongue ring in this), ass eating, vaginal fingering, small bit of spanking, Shouto is a little bit subby in this (his moans & some of the things he says), dirty talk, Shouto has a bit of a praise kink, Shouto holds your hands behind your back when you ride him😮‍💨

Authors Note; sorry if this is too long- I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.

Hope you all enjoy these headcannons as much as I enjoyed writing them!

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Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, maybe a bit of a dick, but who is actually so sweet & so loving, who is actually the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget them (you found the list in his notes app—you definitely cried), who always buys extra of what he’s eating —so you can have some too (even if you said you weren’t hungry)

Shouto who doesn’t get social cues very well, who tilts his head when he’s confused, who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often, who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, whose smile could actually melt ice with its warmth (Shouto makes the most facial expressions when he’s with you— you take that as a win)

Shouto who you met in high school, but weren’t really friends with— or dated until after you all graduated, who you crossed paths with while battling a villain, who you caught mid air when he was falling from the top of a building, on the verge of passing out (he says he swears he saw you with a halo, because he fell in love with an Angel that day)

Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk, who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home, who also brings you a glass when he’s drinking some, because he’s learned he can also show you he loves you by sharing what he likes with you (you think it’s so motherfucking cute when you are handed a glass of milk out of the blue)

Shouto who decides to be a bit rebellious after he gets out of high school, who wants to try new things, who decides to cut his hair shorter, who gets a nose ring, who pierces his ears (not to mention his tongue ring— you almost fainted when you noticed it the first time🥵) who goes with you when you get your own tattoos & piercings—he often wears jewelry that reminds him of you

Shouto who says his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch, when it’s raining, when the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies & napping (if it gets a little X rated, who can judge you😮‍💨)

Shouto who is a fucking dry texter, but who sends you pictures of things he knows you love while he’s out on patrol, especially pics of dogs that he encounters (he even ends up bringing one home for you), who gets so happy when you respond with pictures of things you know he enjoys—sort of making your own language with one another

Shouto who likes to wear more of a streetwear style when he’s not working (to your never ending delight), who likes to wear matching clothes with you (shoes, shirts, even matching colors, etc.), who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear (because it makes him feel like a part of you is with him—you did feel a bit smug, knowing you were technically sitting on his face all day)

Shouto who sucks ass at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart, bitter because you don’t think you’ve ever beaten him, (although whenever you and your friends gather at your home, the highlight of the night is watching Bakugou lose to Sho over & over)

Shouto who has stayed close to Midoriya, considering the man as his brother by extension (you love the green haired man & see him often), who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees (he was nervous he would mess it up—he didn’t)

Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings?? (not the only peach he likes to eat👀), who you have woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am (you just take one and go back to sleep), who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere— even your car (you love Shouto so goddamn much)

Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn mark, about his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past, who opened up to you—trusting you completely, wanting to share a side of himself others don’t see (you absolutely cried), who you trust in return—telling him everything about yourself & your own past

Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, meet his mother, who added you to the group chat with all his siblings (they are actually a lot of fun, even if Shouto only replies with one word answer or gifs), who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents (you tell him it doesn’t matter, because he’s perfect for you either way—that earns you another million watt smile)

Shouto who loves you wholly, deeply, completely, who is your soul mate, who is your best friend, who planted the seed of his love in your heart that has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree, who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself—you’d start a war for this man (he’d do the same)

🍰Warning NSFW Below🍰

Shouto who enjoys kissing, who loves to lazily make out with you, who feels his cock start twitching in his briefs when the kiss starts to get heated & messy, lips slick as they glide together, who gets half hard when your tongue plays with his, whining gently when you tilt your head—flicking the tip of your soft tongue against his

Shouto who likes to lay you on your back in the bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts, who likes to push it up your belly—slowly letting it get caught on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce, who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone as his warm, wet mouth sucks on your nipples, pussy throbbing—no doubt wet as fuck now

Shouto who bites over the skin on your sternum, plush lips trailing down your belly until he gets to your pussy, who grips the bottoms of your thighs pressing them backwards to your chest, who gets onto his belly, looking up at you as he licks a stripe from your pussy lips up to your clit, making sure he swirls the cold metal of his tongue ring on the heated flesh (immediately you’re gripping the sheets, whimpering fuck Sho! when warm tingles radiate down to your toes)

Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out, who moans into your pussy—vibrations you can feel throughout your groin, who makes you squeal when he sucks your clit—tongue ring feeling electric with every swipe of his tongue, who eagerly says pussy tastes s’good Angel, can I eat your ass? pretty please baby? (you flip over immediately)

Shouto who gets you both completely naked, whose cock is standing straight out when you take a look at it, who gets your ass in the air, face shoved into the sheets, who rains his hand down on your ass cheek, pain flaring brightly up to your hip, who gives you no break—gripping the thick flesh of your ass and spreading you open, kitten licking at your asshole (you almost scream—once again the sensations increased ten fold by the contrast of his chilly tongue ring)

Shouto who shoves his middle two fingers in your pussy with no warning, tearing a gasp from your chest, who finger fucks you and sucks on your tight hole until your lower belly tightens, pussy clenching his fingers, cumming hard, who fingers you through your orgasm— stroking his cock as he whines to you Angel your pussy is so fucking tight, wanna fuck you so bad, please can I? (you say yes immediately)

Shouto who knows you’re a pillow princess, who loves it, but has actual hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushed a sweet pink when he’s able to convince you to ride him for a little bit—reverse cowgirl style, who props his back against the headboard with a couple pillows, who pulls your hands behind your back—holding your wrists together in one hand

Shouto who spreads your ass with his free hand, whimpering uncontrollably as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy as you bounce in his lap, whose dick throbs and who sucks in air sharply between clenched teeth when you moan f-fucking hell Sho, your cock is so good, so big, gonna make me cum as you throw your head back

Shouto who can only take it for so long before he pushes you off his cock, manhandling you onto your back whispering in your ear gonna fuck your sweet pussy now, okay Angel? as he grips his shaft, feeling how slippery you’ve gotten his cock, sliding his dick all the way in with one thrust—making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders

Shouto who bends you in half, knees hooked over his shoulders as he squishes you into a mating press, who fucks you hard, hips curling up into your sweet spot, making you feel each drag of his cock, cumming within the first five strokes—& then again and again and again, orgasms popping in you like water balloons, pleasure gushing all the way up to your brain

Shouto who chokes on his moans as your slick, warm pussy squeezes his cock over & over, voice low & needy when he whines into your ear Angel please, cum on my cock one more time, need it baby, pretty please-m’gonna cum soon

Shouto who does make you cum one more time, who makes you start to feel dizzy from cumming & the angle you’re pretzeled into, you’re able to focus just enough to speak in between moans, saying Sho, hah—oh fuck! Sho, you’re such a good boy, fuck me so well, love your cock Sho, love you baby—who cums instantly when he hears your sweet voice praising him, high pitched, needy sounds falling from his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming in warm, sticky ribbons

Shouto who makes you feel like you have noodles for limbs, breathing heavy as you both feel giddy with the post orgasm glow, who unravels you slowly, pulling out & letting you spread out like a starfish, who flops down on your side, who lets you collect your thoughts—lacing his fingers with yours as you both relax into the mattress

Shouto who eventually gets up to clean himself, who brings you a warm wash cloth and cleans you, who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties after he gets dressed, who pulls you into a hug—telling you how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face & you do the same—Shouto who goes to the kitchen & then brings you a glass of strawberry milk 💕

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misssmina · 28 days

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Y’all don’t make use of subtle/weird traits in fics enough.

Dudes—

Bakugou literally has hyperhidrosis. Make him switch shirts constantly, or constantly wiping his hands, or outright refusing to touch things because nitroglycerin is a volatile substance.

Midoriya is constantly chewing on his lips or thumb while in thought. Either his lips are SO chapped or he’s a skin picker and the skin around his finger tips are super rough.

Uraraka is a poor kid. She would absolutely have some kind of financial anxiety. Make her be extremely frugal OOOORRR BETTER YET make her absolutely awful with money.

Aizawa is a hypersomniac. Give the man a nightmare disorder or something. We can be more imaginative than just always kinda tired.

Kirishima has/had really bad quirk envy. Please I need to see this addressed more. Even at the best hero school, in the top class, he talks down on his quirk.

Todoroki really doesn’t think very much. He acts quickly but very thoughtlessly. Coming to incorrect conclusions and moving too fast without knowing what to do next.

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hanahaki270 · 1 month

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♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡

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Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.

Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.

A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!

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Katsuki Bakugou

❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.

❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?

❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.

❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.

❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.

❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.

❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."

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Shoto Todoroki

❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.

❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.

❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.

❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.

❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.

❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.

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Izuku Midoriya

❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.

❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.

❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."

❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.

❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.

❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.

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luvrkay · 10 months

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Shoto loves when you cockwarm him, he's literally addicted to it.

there's something about the feeling of your warm, wet walls engulfing his entire length that has him moaning into your shoulder blade as he tries to stop himself from fucking up into you.

"cmon sho, you were the one who wanted to do this, dont tell me you can't even last ten minutes" it's the way you tease him that has his dick twitching inside your walls.

"i know baby but you just feel s'good" he sucks lightly on the skin below your ear, smirking against your skin when he hears you moan.

"then fuck me"

shoto groans, debating on staying still and having you cockwarm him or fucking you until the sun starts to rise, hmm decisions...it doesnt take long for him to decide, the latter sounding like a much better option.

shoto lifts your leg, pulling out until nothing but the tip remained inside of you before he's slamming up, fucking into you at a quick pace. your hand grips his forearm, nails scratching into the warm skin on his left side. "fuck sho"

he eventually snakes his arm around you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive nub as cum around his dick. shoto doesnt pull out, instead fucking your slick deeper into you until there's a white ring of cream forming around the base of his cock.

AN: I’m bored so I’m taking requests! Please don’t hesitate to send some in!

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ackermai07 · 8 days

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Hi! Could you write a one shot for Bakugo, Todoroki, and Kirishima where the class is watching a movie or something at the dorms and their crush falls asleep on them? I can see the boys getting all blushy when she unconsciously snuggles up closer to them 🥰🥰

Thank you!

ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵒᵇᵃˡᵉ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗ ᵘᵍʰʰʰʰʰ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗⁱᵉ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ⁱᵗ

wearning! : pure fluff

Don't repost please!!

"Is everyone ready?"

Mina shouted, making sure everything was set and everyone was prepared.

In short, what was happening was that tomorrow is a holiday, and after a tiring week, the girls suggested the idea of watching a movie (the kind you like), staying up late, and enjoying themselves to compensate for the positive energy lost through training and studying, and of course, everyone agreed.

𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶

The surprise was how this early-to-bed, serious guy had actually agreed to this silly movie night offer, but of course, no one dared to comment on it (they didn't want to be the reason for him changing his mind).

"Tsk... why on earth did I agree to watch this stupid movie in the first place," Bakugo muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the TV screen where the movie was playing. Truthfully, he knew the reason he was here- 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

Bakugo had always admired your confident, composed, and intelligent personality, to the point where he found himself gradually falling for you, struggling to break free from its grasp.

Another annoyed sigh escaped his lips, feigning irritation as usual, but deep down, he was genuinely happy to be sitting next to you on the couch, able to inhale your soothing scent.

It didn't take another minute before he felt a weight on his shoulder. His eyebrow raised in confusion, and when he turned his head to see, he was met with your lovely, soft face resting on his shoulder. The boy swore he could feel his heart pounding out of his chest, and for a moment, he stopped thinking, just staring at you with flushed cheeks, thankfully unnoticed in the dimmed lights.

"Oi... you," he said in his rough tone, which seemed calmer, then lightly shrugs trying to wake you up. "You'll miss the damn movie... wake up."

Meanwhile, all he got in response was a sleepy nuzzle from you, moving closer to hug his side more, enjoying the warmth emanating from him.

Poor Bakugo stopped his movements and froze in place for about a few minutes. The first to notice was Kirishima, who turned to see what was up with his friend.

"Hey Baku-bro, what's wro..."

And there Kirishima caught sight of your sleeping form next to him, a wide grin spreading across his face. Even before he spoke, Bakugo silently gestured to him, thus ensuring he stayed close to you for a longer period.

He absentmindedly played with your hair, eliciting contented hums from you, which seemed to draw the attention of the entire class towards you two. Oh, and don't worry about any commotion; once Bakugo gives them the death glare, they'll turn away without saying a word.

(half of the class has fallen asleep already, anyway).

By the end of the movie, he didn't even realize he had fallen asleep, his head resting on yours, inhaling your refreshing scent and feeling your warmth.

(This incident might actually serve as a strong incentive for him to hurry up and confess to you as soon as possible).

𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼

It was known that Shoto often found himself in these kinds of nights, spending time with his friends, and with you, the love of his life.

Both of you attended the same middle school, and there were many clashes between you, but at that time, Shoto was only focused on his deep-seated hatred for his father.

Now, at U.A. High School, he found the time to develop his feelings for you, thus becoming immersed in love for you.

And there he was now, on the floor in front of the TV, covered with blankets for comfortable seating. You were sitting beside him, and oh, how difficult it was for him to focus on the movie content with you so close.

He also threw sidelong glances at you, admiring your focused face on the screen, and your slightly parted lips from concentrating so hard on the events. Honestly, he wished desperately to overwhelm your lips with kisses until you couldn't breathe (you can't really blame him).

As he was lost in his fantasies, he suddenly felt something descending onto his lap. And guess what? It was your head being placed on his lap.

The poor boy's brain stopped functioning as he tried to process what had just happened.

(He also felt like his heart stopped for a moment.)

"Y/n... y-you okay?" Shoto whispered softly to you, making sure only you could hear him, and his hand moved to brush a strand of hair away from your face, while a terrible blush spread across his cheeks.

The poor boy wasn't used to being affectionate :(

"Very... sleepy," was your only response as you hugged his waist and snuggled closer to his left side where warmth emanated.

Let's say he miraculously managed to control his quirk so as not to accidentally hurt you.

Meanwhile, the boy's heart swelled with emotions, and he found himself gently stroking your hair, a small smile adorning his handsome face.

And as soon as the movie ended, he carried you bridal-style and took you to your room under Momo's guidance, making sure not to wake you up at all.

On the other hand, he couldn't sleep a wink that night, but be prepared to receive the most beautiful confession in your life soon.

Bonus points: His desire to kiss you became unbearable.

𝗞𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗘𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗿𝘂𝗼

He was one of the biggest supporters of the idea, especially since you were the one who suggested it, so of course he would always support your opinion.

He always did, seeing you as a fun person who radiated warmth like the sun, an optimistic personality he fell for boundlessly.

You were always a source of inspiration for him with your positive energy, encouraging him and praising his perseverance, and in return, he gave you the brightest smile.

His friends somehow learned about his secret admiration for you (Mina was the reason... ahem)

and they always tried to involve you both more to bring you closer together.

This event was no different as they made sure you two were close to each other, leaving the couch for you to sit on together.

(Kaminari was included to sit next to Kirishima just to make it less suspicious.)

Now, in the middle of the movie, just like Shoto, he couldn't focus at all.

He was just captivated by the little sounds you made whenever an exciting scene came up or your eyes sparkled with interest at what was shown on the screen in front of you.

He was literally in his own world, worshiping your facial expressions and your gentle demeanor.

But at some point, he stopped paying attention to you, replacing it with discussing the details of the movie with Kaminari. Then, in a sudden moment, he felt something land on his chest... it was your head.

The boy quickly covered his mouth to suppress the scream that was about to burst from the depths of his heart.

In contrast to the two above, he had a quick response as he gently shook your shoulder.

"Y/n, y-you awake?" His voice came out as a somewhat quiet tune, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

"Sorry... feeling sleepy... just... a little nap." After that, you held onto his arm and used his muscular chest as a pillow, drifting back to sleep.

Because of your action, his quirk activated for a few seconds, and he slapped his own face out of embarrassment and happiness he felt.

Your sudden move caught the red-haired boy off guard to the point he didn't know how to react :(

"Yes, of course... it wouldn't be manly of me to move and disturb you," he muttered to himself in embarrassment, stiffening in his position before wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer to him.

But he forgot about Kaminari, who saw everything and struggled to suppress his laughter as he ran away, catching the attention of the class, only to stare at both of you in awe and admiration.

All I can say is that by tomorrow, you'll see plenty of pictures taken of you sleeping on Kirishima, and his friends endlessly teasing him about it.

Then get ready for his confession of his feelings for you.

ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ

ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ

sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

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quitesins · 2 years

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Calling them bro after you start dating

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Katsuki | Shouto | Izuku | Eijirou

Tags: SFW, but suggestive, Fem!Reader, Crack? Fluff, Comedy, kinda ooc, Characters are all aged up, Deku’s is a lot more suggestive. The tense on this is all over the place, I’ll fix once I have the brain power to do so

Bakugou Katsuki

Even before you were dating it sort of ticked him off- being called bro by you- so after you start dating, does it drive him MAD!

“Stop that shit.”

You’re too used to his huffy behaviour so you pay it no mind, just rolling your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He glares, albeit not harshly.

His stare lingers and you find yourself finally caving and asking what’s wrong. “Bro what?”

“That.” He points at you, looking dramatically offended. “Calling me bro? I’m your Boyfriend.”

The realisation that it’s being called ‘bro’ that had Bakugou acting all pouty, has you choking back a laugh.

“Katsuki, bro, is that it?” You sputter through the giggles.

“Oh fuck off [Name].” It isn’t angry sounding and he takes a seat by you, almost cuddling. “What if I started calling you extra, Hah?”

“You used to!” You poke him and he shoots you yet another glare. “‘Fucking extra, go out with me’ if I recall correct.”

Then he’s groaning and turning his head, sporting an evident blush. “I thought we agreed to not talk about that again.”

“What, I said yes didn’t I?” You go to cup his cheeks so he faces you. You then push yourself to his lap, seating yourself comfortably “And here I am, in your arms, 5 years later.” His frown had started to soften, but like the menace you are, you couldn’t help but tease a little more. “Bro.”

This time he rolls his eyes, smitten enough to let you tease. “You’re the fuckin’ worst, ya’ know that?” His words mean nothing with how gentle they leave him.

“I know.” You grin, pecking him on the lips. “But you love me anyways.”

He returns your kisses almost instinctively, then sighs out a soft. “Yeah… I do.”

“But actually stop calling me bro, next time I’ll kick your ass.”

“Kats’!! You’re so mean!!”

Todoroki Shouto

Thinks he’s in the bro zone.

Although he’s not unaware of the feelings of those around him by any means, he can be a little ignorant to nuances of speech, taking things too literally at times. So when you refer to him as bro, oh he assumes the worst.

To be fair it isn’t just on him, you’re just as bad calling your crush bro. What did you expect.

It takes multiple hurdles, an abundance of google searches along the lines of “Does my crush like me back?” or “How to tell if a woman is interested you.” Unbelievably useless advice from resident-playboy Denki, and a more than awkward conversation with his father, for Shouto to actually find himself in a relationship with you.

So when you call him bro even after you start dating, oh god is he even more confused.

“[Name], Do you see me as a brother figure?”

The question is out of the blue and you can only stutter out a “What?”

“You keep calling me bro, even ‘broski’ once.” He prompts.

You hadn’t even noticed that, and it’s a little embarrassing to finally realise; you very much have been calling your crush-now-boyfriend ‘bro’ for years.

“Oh god, it’s just habit.” You insist. “I don’t see you as a brother, no.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, seemingly in thought.

When he does reply though, his words are a little stuttered. “You call- Katsuki and Izuku ‘bro’ too…”

You’re not sure why that matters until it clicks, he wants to be called something special.

“Would you like it if I called you something else, how about love? I think pretty suits you too.”

It’s not often you see Shouto flustered- confused maybe- but hardly bordering shy. Instead he’s one to be blunt and direct, sometimes even shameless. But now he sways, warm in the face, nodding his head and whispering out gently. “Yes. I’d like that.”

Midoriya Izuku

It’s not even you that gets to him, it’s Bakugou.

Laughing about “She calls you bro?? You fuckin’ nerd, bro-zoned by your own girl!”

Izuku knows it’s just habit and you see him as your man, more than knows mind you.

But he’s never been immune to Bakugou’s torments so it does keep him on high alert, taking note of the multiple times you call him bro.

When you’re leaving the house, it’s a “See you bro.” When you return, it’s a damn kiss alongside “I’m back bro.” Even when you go to say those three special words, it’s somehow tainted by being followed by “bro.”

Izuku doesn’t get mad often, but it’s really starting to agitate him hearing you call for him so casually.

“Okay, no more.” He one day stands up without any warning. Practically stomps over and tackles you to the ground.

It’s a tumble of laughter but one look at Izuku and you know you’re fucked.

His eyes are dark, his expression stern. It’s a look you hardly see on him, being so doting all the time. But it’s one you certainly don’t mind.

“You’ve gone far enough.” His voice is deep, almost rough, you can feel it on your skin. “I think we should just remind you what I’m really called…”

Kirishima Eijirou

Doesn’t notice the difference. And it’s probably because he calls you bro.

Everyone is a bro to him, all his crushes growing up were bros [and he wonders why none of them worked out] even his own Mother is a bro.

However draws the line during sexy times.

He’s kissing your neck, clearly initiating a little time away from work, while you type away at your desk.

“Ah come on bro, not now.”

He quite animatedly deflates, literally sinking with a frown.

“You ruin my fun.” He speaks, pout on his face.

“Sorry Bro, just a lil’ more paragraphs and I’m all yours.” You turn and give him a quick peck.

“No- It’s not that- you just.” He really is a sweetheart who would never be upset by being turned down. “Stop calling me bro.”

“Oh.” You almost laugh. “But you do it all the time.”

“Not while kissing you!!” Kirishima insists.

“Broooo.” You let out a dramatic sigh, paired with a smirk that Kirishima catches on to. He frowns.

“That’s it. I’m banning the word.” Kirishima stands up, determined. “Neither of us can use it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow in his direction, amused by his new found commitment. He takes no mind to your lack of belief and remains dead set on his new pledge.

Doesn’t last a day.

Gets a call from Bakugou and picks up with “What’s up bro.”

As if he already expects you to be there laughing at his mistake, he shoots his head round and makes direct eye contact with you.

“Told ya’ you couldn’t do it-” You both stare each other down, silently daring the other to say another word. You take on the dare with a brilliant grin. “Bro!”

This is a very me thing to call everyone bro/brother or broski… anyways, clearing out my drafts and found this, I don’t particularly like each part but it did make me laugh a lil so hey! Why not post lol.

#fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #Todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #deku x reader #izuku x reader #Midoriya x reader #shoto x reader #mha headcanons #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines

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hi teach :) thought i would ask my fave blog for this- scenario where shouto saves his injured so from getting caught up in a villain fight or even kidnapped. keep up the great work but take a break when needed ❤️

Hi sweetie! First let me tell you that I'm honored to be your favorite, I can't thank you enough I swear 😍 Now let's talk about this amazing request! It inspired me and put me back on track after days of uncertainty and self doubt, and for that I am infinitely grateful.

Title : My savior

Characters : Shouto/ Fem reader

Genre : Angst/ fluff/ One shot

Summary : You are badly injured and on the verge of death at the hands of the villains you were pursuing. Will Shouto get to you on time?

Trigger warning : Bodily injuries/ emotional distress/ attempted rape

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

"What's happening?.. Is it over?.. Did we lose?.. What's this blinding pain shooting up my spine?.. Why can't I move?.."

Countless unanswered questions ran through your mind as you laid motionless in the middle of the battlefield.

Last thing you could remember was Shouto's gentle touches and soft kisses as you were both getting ready to depart on the mission.

_ "Honey just promise me you'll be safe, that's more important to me than whatever outcome we'll be facing."

Those were the words he whispered into your ear right before stealing your lips in a breathtaking kiss..

"Shouto.. Shouto where are you?"

You tried to sit up as your eyes desperately searched for him, but the agony surging throughout your body terrified you. Was that it for you? Was death awaiting?

Surely you weren't expecting to come out unscathed each time. Hell, you had even made your peace with passing away on the job one of those days. It's the downside of choosing to be a pro hero after all.

Therefore no, dying was not what terrified you. It was actually the realization that you might leave this world without seeing his face one last time, without reminding him of your feelings, without kissing him again and making sure he was safe and sound..

_ "Shouto, answer me please.." your voice came out in a whisper, laced in despair.. that was all you managed to let out. You wondered what that last explosion might have done to him. If only you were able to stand on your own two feet.

_ "Oh! Look what we have here! If it isn't our dear y/n."

You immediately recognized the obnoxious laughter coming from behind you, it belonged to one of the villains you pursued.

The shuffling feet approached you, as did your ending.

You could barely move a muscle, let alone fight back. All you could do was lay there and anticipate whatever they had planned for you.

One of the villains kneeled down before picking up a rock and bouncing it with one hand, while using the other to strangle you.

_ "Look at you! Not so tough now are you?" he was mocking you, he wasn't even squeezing your neck that hard. He knew he didn't have to use that much power to end you.

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and your mouth hung open as you gasped for air.

Suddenly, your water gates broke, and burning tears traced your cheeks.

_"Oh.. are you crying? Is this your way of asking for mercy?" he was still mocking you.

You were crying, but never to draw their sympathy. To be honest you were miserable, heartbroken, your time was almost over and the last thing you were forced to lay your gaze upon was to be the faces of your killers.

_ "Shouto.." you mouthed the name of the person you wanted to see the most.

_ "Huh? What was that?" your offender pushed a bit harder on your neck as he lowered his face to your level.

_ "Hey hold on! You're gonna break her neck already! I wanna have some fun first, it's not everyday that we get to do this with a pro hero, imagine how famous we'll be!" his friend remarked before crouching down to snatch the rock from the other's hand and throw it away: "not yet."

You closed your eyes as you finally accepted your fate, if you were meant to be played with and killed then darkness should be your last companion.

Your tears kept flowing, and their rough disgusting hands started undressing you.

Shouto..

He was never harsh, never forceful, his touches were always gentle and loving. His lips had always traced your body with such softness that left you trembling in pleasure. His voice was always low and reassuring..

_ "Y/n, are you okay? Look at me honey."

Amazing, you could almost hear him..

_ "Please open your eyes! Talk to me! You can't leave me y/n! You promised to never leave me!"

What's going on? Was your mind playing tricks on you? Was it some kind of a defense mechanism that your brain managed to concoct in order to help you face your demise? Would the illusion disappear if you dared to open your eyes?

You suddenly felt warm, as if something or someone had covered your injured cold body.

A soft familiar touch wiped your tears away, and it felt too real to be just a hallucination .

You hesitantly opened your eyes to find two terrified mismatched ones staring back into yours.

_ "Shouto.. it's really you.." you wanted to reach out and caress his clenched jaws, but you had no power left in you.

_ "I'm here babe, I'm really sorry it took me too long to find you but I've got you now, you're safe." he was struggling to fight back his own tears, seeing you on the verge of dying and almost violated by a couple of lowlife villains was too much to bare.

You heard whimpering not too far from you, only to realize that it belonged to your offenders. They were beaten to a pulp, burnt, bleeding and restrained.

_ "No sweetheart don't look there, just keep your eyes on me, it's gonna be okay I promise." his smile was forced, he was scared out of his wits but tried his hardest to reassure you.

_ "I love you Shouto.." was all you could utter before drifting out of consciousness.

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The continuous beeping sound coming from your heart monitor pulled you back to your senses. You felt dizzy but fairly comfortable.

You were obviously laying in a hospital bed, but how long has it been? The horrid events of that fateful day came prancing across your mind but they felt like distant memories.

You tried moving your arms but something kept you from doing so. You looked down to find Shouto sitting in a chair and grabbing onto your hand as he slept.

Your heart swelled and you were overcame with intense emotions.

_ "Shouto, wake up." you tried to keep calm but your cracking voice betrayed you.

He hummed softly and opened his eyes to find you gazing at him.

_ "Y/n you're awake! You're finally up!" he moved to sit by your side before cradling your cheeks, "how are you feeling? Are you still hurt? Can you move? I was so scared I thought I was going to lose you!"

You smiled nuzzling his hand and you could finally heave a sigh of relief.

_ "I'm okay Shouto I promise, don't worry."

You could clearly see him relaxing as your words managed to calm him down. He took your hand and brought it to his lips.

_ "You were unconscious for three days, I was terrified." he mumbled against your skin and placed gentle kisses on each of your fingers, "please don't leave me y/n."

You felt a pang in your heart hearing his last words. You wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to tell him that you would never leave his side. But you didn't know where to start.

_ "I love you Shouto." that was the only thing you were capable of, but it was enough for him.

He gently helped you sit up before moving closer to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

_ "I love you too honey." he whispered against your mouth, unwilling to break away from you.

Finally, you felt complete, and so did he.

@mommymi1kers

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Warnings: violence, viking!Dabi, viking!Shoto, earl!All Might, viking!Hawks, viking!Natsuo, fem!reader, viking themes, viking!Bakugo, viking!Kirishima, blood and injuries, gore, childbirth, Shoto is a massive jerk

Summary: months after Touya's death, you finally convince Hawks to take you to the place where your beloved man passed away. Upon returning, overwhelmed by unbearable sorrow, you give birth prematurely, and it's clear who the father is. Little did you know, an envoy saw Shoto and brought some important news

Word count: circa 8,4k

A/N: if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this series, please let me know ♥

KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU • MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

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ACT VI - THE PAST NEVER DIES

7 MONTHS LATER

Lying in bed, the white sheets felt crisp against your skin, almost blinding when you first opened your eyes. A gentle smile adorned your lips as a powerful, calloused hand reached out, delicately brushing a strand of your Y/H/C hair off your cheek. Turquoise eyes, wise and filled with affection, met yours. Touya smiled, his long fingers tracing the contours of your face.

"Do you know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life?" he rasped, his voice carrying the remnants of a fading dream.

You nodded, recalling the numerous times he had expressed the same sentiment before.

"I mean it," Touya insisted. "I always thought Christian women were average, but you, my love, you're beyond beauty. You're a goddess. I can't take my eyes off you."

A soft smile played on your lips as you took his hand in yours, bringing it to your lips to kiss the place where scarred skin met healthy flesh.

Touya hummed, his gaze fixed on you. "I still can't comprehend why you love me. I held you captive. I ripped you out of your land. And I look like a monster."

Frowning, you moved, sitting up with a quilt pressed to your naked chest. "Stop it. You're not a monster in any way. Yes, our beginning was rough, but looking back, I am grateful you did it. There was nothing waiting for me there but an arranged marriage to some older man and a life of ordinary domesticity, taking care of kids and a homestead."

Touya grinned softly, his turquoise eyes holding a warmth that spoke of relief. "I'm happy you're not holding any grudges."

Shaking your head, you moved closer to him, laying your head against his scarred chest adorned with staples. "You're not only my lover. You're my best friend," you whispered, pressing a tender kiss to his chest.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders, fingers slowly rubbing the naked flesh, his quiet hum resonating within his chest with every breath he took. "So are you. You're the only one I trust."

Feeling his fingers lift your chin, you met his gaze before he pulled you even closer, brushing his slightly chapped lips against yours.

"Always," he whispered after breaking the kiss.

Tilting your head, you looked at him quizzically. "Hmmm?"

"I'll always love you, no matter what," he declared, his words filled with a sincerity that lingered in the air.

Leaning in to kiss him again, you felt his arm, still wrapped around you, suddenly go limp. Frowning, you looked down at him, only to find a pool of blood where Touya, your beloved man, once lay. He vanished like a fleeting mist.

Your heart pounded within your chest, a sudden fear gripped you as you called his name with all your might. "Touya! Touya!!!"

The room darkened, as if happiness had fled through the window, replaced by an ominous void. A sudden, searing pain gripped your abdomen. Clutching your stomach, you clenched your teeth, hissing as the unbearable pain washed over you. Trembling with waves of agony, you began screaming, choking on your own tears. "Touya! Save me, please!"

And then, abruptly, you woke up, gasping for air, the vivid nightmare fading into the recesses of your mind.

You looked aside, your gaze settling on Shoto sleeping peacefully by your side, one hand slipped under his head.

A scornful glare crossed your features as you pondered the man who had used you so many times, who hadn't hesitated to raise both hand and voice at you, the man who forced you to become his concubine. It baffled you that he could sleep so soundly.

How could he find peace in slumber when his hands were stained with the blood of his own father and older brother? The memories of his mistreatment of Natsuo, treating him like a discarded piece of trash on a daily basis, flashed before your eyes. You couldn't comprehend how he managed to find solace in sleep, bearing the weight of so many innocent souls on his shoulders. He had killed his own warriors, loyal to his father, without a second thought. The toll on Skjaldvargr was evident, with the population dwindling by half in the past month alone.

Shoto's apparent solution, letting cutthroats and offscourings from other settlements live among his subjects, only fueled your frustration. The ease with which he dismissed the lives lost and the suffering inflicted upon his own people left you in disbelief. As you watched him sleep, a bitter taste filled your mouth, knowing that the man beside you was responsible for a cascade of pain and death that stained the land.

With a heavy sigh, you touched your round belly, feeling the slight kick from your unborn child. "Hush, hush, my sweet child," you whispered, a tinge of sadness adorning your voice. "It's okay, we're good."

The revelation of your pregnancy had shaken your world. Torn between love for the life growing beneath your heart and a deep loathing, your emotions were a tumultuous storm. Shoto, forcing you to lay with him shortly after you lost your innocence to Touya, clouded the paternity of the child. The uncertainty haunted you, and you couldn't be sure whose blood flowed through the veins of the little one.

Praying dearly to Freya, you wished the child belonged to Dabi, not Shoto. The complexities of your emotions were woven into the fabric of each whispered prayer, as you cradled the tiny life within you, caught in the tangled web of past choices and an uncertain future.

Shoto stirred by your side, slowly opening his mismatched eyes, casting you a cold glance. "Why are you not sleeping?" he asked with an air of indifference.

Rubbing your belly, you spared him a brief glance. "The baby was kicking," you lied.

With a growl, Shoto sat up and pushed your hand off your belly, replacing it with his own. He rubbed soothing circles around the bump. "It's okay, little one, daddy's here."

A gag reflex surged within you upon hearing those words. Excusing yourself, you pushed his hand off your tummy and swung your legs off the bed, slowly getting up. "I need fresh air," you said simply, wrapping a thick bear fur around your shoulders.

Shoto scoffed. "You should be resting, Y/N. If you don't want to care about yourself, that's fine. I couldn't care less. But my baby needs some peace. Don't be fucking long," he growled, laying his head back on the pillow.

Without another word, you left the room as you sought solace in the cool night air, the thick bear fur offering little comfort against the chill that now surrounded you.

The guards in the throne chamber greeted you with acknowledging nods as you passed by.

The night air was cold, and tiny snowflakes swirled on a chilly northern breeze as you made your way through the Great Hall.

With a heavy sigh, you rested your back against the wall of the longhouse, your breath visible in the cold air with each exhale. The silence of the night surrounded you until a familiar voice broke through.

"My lady? Are you okay?" The figure emerged from the shadows, and before you could see his face, you nodded.

"Yes, Keigo. It's okay."

"Shall I wake the earl up?" the blonde-haired man asked, finally stopping beside you.

You shook your head. "No. We just talked."

As much as you harbored resentment towards Hawks for blindly following all of Shoto's orders, you knew the young man didn't have much of a choice. Natsuo had shared stories with you. Hawks, being older than Shoto and one of Endeavor's most loyal warriors, spent a significant amount of time around the young prince. He taught Shoto how to wield an axe and sword, how to fight, and how to survive in the cruel world. Endeavor's lack of time for his own children made Shoto grow fond of his older "colleague," and vice versa.

"You can't sleep again?" he asked, noting the weariness in your eyes.

You nodded quietly, your expression revealing the traces of a restless night. "Yeah, another nightmare with Touya," you confessed softly.

At the mention of Touya's name, a wave of emotions washed over you, and a few tears rolled down your pale cheeks. In an effort to regain composure, you bit your own knuckle, a physical anchor against the overwhelming memories.

Hawks watched you with a heavy heart, his concern deepening. “My lady, maybe…”

You shook your head in response. "Keigo, can I ask you for a favor?" you asked him.

The blonde-haired man furrowed his brows upon hearing your words but nodded slowly.

"Keigo, can you take me to the place where Touya died?" you asked, your voice steady but carrying the weight of the emotions you had long suppressed.

Hawks looked at you, concern etched across his features and a slight frown crossing his forehead. "Why would you want to go there, my lady?"

Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze. "I need closure, Keigo. For months, I've been haunted by the memories. I can't move on until I confront the reality of where it happened. I just... I just need to see this place. I want to pray there. I just... I just need it."

He sighed, realizing the depth of your pain. "Are you sure about this? It won't be easy, my lady, as the earl surely won't let you go."

You nodded, your eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and resolution. "I have to do this. It's the only way I'll find the closure I've been seeking for months."

Keigo stood before you, torn between his loyalty to his earl and the plea you bestowed upon him. The weight of your words seemed to reopen old wounds that he had long tried to bury. "I'll see what I can do, my lady," he finally said, nodding his head with a conflicted expression.

He left just like that, leaving you alone in the quiet night.

Alone, you rubbed your tummy softly, seeking solace in the warmth beneath your hand. "Save us, Freya," you whispered as you hoped for protection and guidance in the tumultuous journey that lay ahead. “Save us from Shoto.”

7 MONTHS EARLIER

When Touya woke up, all he could think of was pain. Unbearable, burning pain that seemed to spread all over his body, with a particular intensity in his legs, even though they mostly felt numb.

The first moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. Strange faces surrounded him, leaning down, their hands touching his face and shoulders. A potent herbal scent enveloped him, making him want to cough and vomit.

The women treating his wounds seemed a little scared, their eyes betraying a mix of apprehension and discomfort at his appearance. This made Touya not only feel uneasy but also fueled his desire to leave this unfamiliar place as soon as possible.

One day, when Touya awoke to find Earl Yagi Toshinorison by his bedside, he immediately understood his surroundings. He was in Toshinorison's settlement, known as Hvinverjadalr.

"It's good to see you awake," Earl Toshinorison greeted with a warm smile as he approached the young man lying in bed. "Are you feeling well today?"

Dabi, still recovering, looked up at the earl and responded with a hint of sorrow in his voice, "I feel pain, my lord. The wounds are healing, but it will take time."

Earl Toshinorison gazed sternly at Dabi, his eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and authority. He raised his hand, gesturing to the maids who were tidying the chamber. "Leave us," he ordered with a commanding tone.

The maids exchanged uneasy glances before hurriedly exiting the room, leaving the Earl and Dabi alone in the dimly lit chamber.

Silence lingered for a moment before Dabi broke it. "What happened?" he asked, his memory clouded with fragments of being sent north by his father, along with his younger brother and a contingent of warriors.

Earl Toshinorison, known for his calculating mind, cocked an eyebrow, considering Dabi's question. The earl regarded the injured man with a measured expression, his voice calm. "You were found by two of my warriors under a cliff, accompanied by the lifeless body of a massive wolf," he disclosed, his eyes studying the scarred features of the man before him.

The revelation hung in the air, a puzzle waiting to be solved. The details surrounding the scene raised Dabi's questions. "I... I don't remember..." he whispered.

"I need you to tell me everything you remember," the older man commanded, his voice firm yet tinged with curiosity.

Dabi, looking perplexed, met the earl's gaze. "The only thing I remember is being sent by my father north, along with my younger brother and our warriors, my lord."

The earl cocked an eyebrow, a calculated look in his eyes. "And who's your father?"

"Endeavor is my father."

Toshinorison jolted up from his chair, a frown crossing his forehead as he processed the unexpected revelation. "Endeavor? You're Endeavor's son?"

Dabi nodded solemnly. "I am. My name's Touya. I'm Endeavor's eldest son."

The revelation lingered in the air, casting a shadow over the room. The gravity of the truth seemed to echo through the walls.

Toshinorison sat back down, his gaze focused on Dabi's face as he spoke, "I'd never thought in my wildest dreams I'd have one of the most skilled warriors of Denmark under my roof." A soft smile played on the earl's lips, a genuine appreciation for the warrior's capabilities evident in his eyes.

Dabi nodded, acknowledging the earl's words. Gratitude shone in his eyes as he thanked Yagi. However, he wasted no time in getting to the pressing matter on his mind. "When will I be able to return back to my settlement?" he inquired, his tone a blend of eagerness and caution, uncertain of what the future held.

Earl Toshinorison looked down at Dabi, a solemn expression clouding his features. "Touya, your injuries are serious," he began, his voice carrying a weight of concern. "I won't allow you to leave until your body is fully healed."

Dabi met the earl's gaze, a mix of defiance and frustration in his eyes. "I appreciate the hospitality, my lord, but I've got responsibilities back at my settlement. I need to return."

The earl nodded understandingly. "I comprehend your predicament, but I cannot permit you to depart in such a state. Your health is of utmost importance. Once you're well, I'll personally ensure you're escorted safely back to your settlement."

Dabi's scowl deepened, but he couldn't deny the genuine concern in the earl's eyes. "And how long is that going to take?"

Toshinorison sighed, his gaze unwavering. "As long as it takes, Touya. I won't risk your life by sending you out prematurely. Your well-being is my priority now. With broken legs that would take several months to heal."

Dabi's frustration erupted. "A few months?!" he exclaimed, sitting up with a grunt, his face contorted with pain. "I don't have that much time, my lord. They must've thought I died."

Earl Toshinorison gently pushed the scarred man's shoulder, compelling him to lay back down. "Easy. I promise I'll send an envoy to let your people and father know you're alive," the older man reassured. "But, as I said, you need to stay with us a little longer. Once you'll be able to walk, I'll admit my best warriors to help you regain your fighting prowess."

Dabi nodded gratefully as earl Yagi got up. "Thank you, my lord."

Earl Toshinorison smiled faintly, nodding his head before he exited the chamber, leaving Dabi alone with his thoughts.

It took Hawks a few days to set everything in motion for the trip with you. The blonde-haired Viking hesitated to bring it up with his earl, struggling to find the courage.

Fortunately, the situation became more manageable when Shoto departed to meet earl Gizzor, who resided in the northern part of Sweden.

This afforded Hawks the opportunity to make the necessary arrangements without drawing undue attention to your impending journey.

Natsuo attempted to dissuade you from the idea, expressing concern about the risk involved in such a trip given your advanced stage of pregnancy. However, you were adamant and chose not to heed his advice.

One afternoon, the thralls assisted you in donning warm clothes, while Natsuo helped Keigo prepare a horse – a stallion that had once belonged to Touya.

"Don't try anything," Endeavorson snarled quietly, ensuring the proper placement of a snaffle on the stallion.

Keigo frowned at the younger man. "What was that supposed to mean?"

"I don't trust you," Natsuo replied, his expression tense. "I expect you to take good care of Y/N during this trip."

"Of course I will," Keigo retorted, his brow furrowed. "I serve the earl as best as I can."

"Of course, you do," Natsuo growled, his gaze intense. "If a single hair falls off her head..."

"Then what, my lord?" Keigo asked, his tone challenging. "What will you do?"

"I'll kill you." The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the seriousness of the responsibility Keigo now carried for your safety.

Keigo scoffed and casually walked closer to Natsuo. "Don't forget, my lord, that earl Shoto ordered me to take care of his concubine," he reminded with a wry tone. "So, do not fret, she's under good care."

As Keigo delivered his reassurance, you left the longhouse and headed towards the stable, where you found the men. "I'm ready," you announced, a sense of determination in your voice as you prepared for whatever lay ahead.

Keigo assisted you onto the horse, ensuring you were comfortable in the saddle. Soon, he mounted his own mare, a skilled rider at ease with his steed.

Natsuo walked over to you, his touch soft as he stroked your knee. "Be careful, Y/N. Stay close to him," he urged, casting a glance towards Keigo.

The hawk-eyed warrior, however, shook his head disapprovingly, silently expressing his disagreement with Natsuo's wry comment.

You nodded at Natsuo, promising to stay out of trouble.

Endeavorson acknowledged with a subtle nod and moved aside.

Hawks took the reins, urging his horse forward, and you followed closely behind.

The ride stretched across nearly two days, each passing hour marked by your repeated requests to halt. The biting cold gnawed at your bones, and bouts of dizziness swept over you, making it challenging to endure the relentless journey. The unforgiving weather seemed determined to test your resilience, forcing frequent pauses as you battled against the elements.

The landscape unfolded before you in a blur, a monotonous panorama of snow-covered terrain and desolate wilderness. The horses pressed on, their breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air. The repetitive rhythm of hooves against the frozen ground echoed the weariness that settled in your bones.

Each break served as a temporary respite from the relentless cold, a chance to regain your bearings before the journey resumed.

The trip passed mostly in silence, a thick tension hanging in the air. You found yourself at a loss for words, unsure of what to tell Hawks. There were things you assumed he knew, things you suspected he did, and the unspoken assumptions lingered between you like a heavy fog.

The rhythmic sound of the horses' hooves filled the air as Hawks finally mustered the courage to breach the unspoken divide. "How is it between you and earl Shoto?" he asked, his voice cutting through the chilly silence.

You glanced at him, the weight of the unspoken hanging in the air. "Complicated," you replied, choosing a word that barely scratched the surface of the intricate web of emotions.

Hawks raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and concern in his gaze. "Complicated how?"

You scoffed at his question, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. "Are you seriously asking me how it is with him? You well know how. He's ruthless, and it doesn't change when we're alone. No, instead, he's even worse than when we're around people. I know he doesn't care about me. All he cares about is power and the fact I might be pregnant with his child. If it turns out it's Touya's, I'm sure he'll order his men to kill me and the child. So, nothing good is awaiting me," your voice carried a heavy burden of sorrow. "Even if the child is his, I'm sure he'll take the kid away from me and exile me," you added, resignation coating your words. "Either way, I'm fucked up, Takami."

He nodded thoughtfully, the lines on his face deepening. "I see."

The quiet lingered again, the horses' hooves maintaining a steady rhythm. The unspoken truths hovered in the air.

Hawks finally stopped his horse and dismounted.

Your horse halted as well, and Keigo, with a silent understanding, moved to assist you off its back.

Hawks pointed his chin north, indicating a small prominence in the distance. "It's there," he said, gesturing with a subtle nod. Without further words, he began walking in that direction, and you followed, the crunching of snow beneath your boots filling your ears.

Hawks stopped at the top of a small hill, near a cliff. "That's where he fell," he explained, his gaze fixed on the spot below.

You hesitated, feeling the strength drain from your knees as you slowly approached the edge. As you looked down, the world seemed to blur, and a wave of emotions crashed over you, a mix of fear and sorrow.

Hawks reacted swiftly, rushing to you with concern etched on his face. He wrapped his hands around your frame, providing support and shielding you from the potential of falling.

The warmth of his touch and the protective embrace offered a fleeting sense of security amid the storm of uncertainties that surrounded you.

“Y/N,” Hawks whispered quietly. “Do you want to sit down?”

You shook your head, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. "I can't, Keigo... How... how could that have happened?" you asked him, your voice choked with disbelief as you clutched his forearm. "He is... he was a great warrior..." Strong sobs shook your body, the weight of the loss pressing down on you like an unbearable burden.

As you shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks, he felt the weight of your grief and the burden of his past deeds pressing on him. The realization of the consequences of his actions began to dawn on him, and he started to rethink the choices that led to this moment. A somber silence settled between you, echoing the heaviness of the loss and the reevaluation of past decisions in the cold air.

You slowly sank down to your knees, not minding the cold snow beneath you. Pressing your hands to your heart, you gasped for air, the freezing wind ruffling your Y/H/C hair. "I know I shouldn't be crying over a man who ripped me off my land, but I forgave him long ago, and I love him so dearly... I forever will," you whined, the weight of conflicting emotions pulling at your chest as grief and love intertwined in a tangled dance. "I just wish I could tell him how much he means to me... to us," you added, gently rubbing your baby bump. With an empty gaze, you looked into the white void surrounding you. "I don't exist without him. I don't want to live without him." The words carried a profound ache, echoing the depths of your love and the fear of a future without the one who had become an integral part of your existence.

"Y/N..." Hawks whispered, placing his reassuring hand to your shoulder. "We should go back."

You looked at Hawks, your eyes demanding answers. "What happened here, Keigo?" you asked directly, the urgency and concern evident in your tone. "I know... I just feel in my bones you're not honest with me."

Hawks hesitated, reluctance painted across his features. "It was nothing," he replied vaguely, avoiding direct eye contact.

"Nothing?" you scoffed, frustration lacing your words. "You can't just stand by and watch Shoto destroy your settlement. Are you blind, Hawks? Blind to the destruction he causes, the lives he ruins?" The disappointment in your voice was palpable. "I may not be one of you, I'm a foreigner, that's true, but even to me, Skjaldvargr became home, and it truly hurts to witness it sinking under the spearheading of Shoto. Keigo, we need to stop him," you dared to say through sobs, raising your head to look into the man's golden eyes.

You saw Keigo hesitating, and deep inside, you sensed that a part of him agreed with your words. However, he remained silent.

Lowering your head, hot tears gouged trails in your pale cheeks, falling to the frozen ground beneath you. "He's going to get rid of us all once he doesn't find a purpose for us anymore. Mark my words," you whispered, the weight of your foreboding sinking into the cold, silent air.

Keigo suddenly opened up, his usual guarded demeanor faltering for a moment. "Look, Y/N, it's not that I can't see the destruction. It's just... I'm bound by loyalty. Loyalty to Shoto, even to his father Endeavor, may Allfather let his soul rest. As a warrior, it's not easy to defy the orders of those you've sworn allegiance to. I've known Shoto for a long time, since he was a little child, and I watched him grow. He's a fierce leader, a warrior of unmatched skill. And I swear to my life that I'll protect him." He sighed, conflicted emotions evident in his eyes. "But I do see your point. I can't ignore the destruction, the pain he's causing. It's tearing me apart too."

You slowly got up, looking up at the warrior. "Keigo," you whispered, your voice filled with a newfound understanding. "At first, I thought you were just a dumb marionette in the hands of Shoto, and I hated you with every fiber of my being. But now, I understand. There's only one way you can be freed, and that's by defeating Shoto. Do you think that's what Endeavor would want for his people, for his home?"

Keigo lowered his head, a heavy sigh escaping him. "Y/N, I've questioned my loyalty before, but it's not that simple. Defeating Shoto would mean betraying everything I've known, the code I've lived by. It's not just about me; it's about the years of service, the bonds forged in battles. But," he hesitated, glancing at you, "I can't ignore the destruction he's causing."

You looked up at him with sparks of hope in your eyes. "We need to do something. I don't ask you to stab him in the back. All I ask of you is not to stand in my way when I finally get a plan."

Keigo shook his head, and after a heavy sigh, and a moment of silence, he nodded, a subtle agreement to support your efforts.

You rubbed his shoulder gently. "Thank you for showing your true self, Takami," you expressed, a subtle gratitude in your touch. Glancing back above your shoulder, you shivered, not only from the overwhelming cold but also from the uneasy feeling building within your gut. "Let's get back home, shall we?"

Keigo nodded, and you both slowly descended the little hill.

However, you suddenly stopped. "Can you wait by the horses? I want to make a prayer," you asked, looking at him earnestly.

He agreed with a solemn nod, giving you the space you needed for your moment of reflection.

You found yourself in a white void, tiny snowflakes swirling in the cold breeze all around you. As you began to pray, your words were carried away by the frigid wind. "Oh, Allfather, hear my plea," you whispered, your voice merging with the stillness of the snowy expanse. "Grant my beloved Touya the rest among his ancestors in Valhalla. May he find solace and honor in the halls of the fallen warriors. Allfather," you continued, the words escaping your lips in the icy stillness, "grant Touya and Endeavor a reunion among the hallowed halls of your kingdom. Let them feast among the brave warriors, reunited in the afterlife. May their spirits know peace and camaraderie beyond the troubles of this world. I beseech you, Allfather, heed this prayer and let their souls find solace, together."

Your gaze shifted to the heavens. "Freya, goddess of love and guidance, lend me your strength. Guide me through the tumultuous path ahead. Even though I used to be a Christian, I am willing to pay with my life if needed. I believe in the power of your wisdom and protection. Help me, guide me, as I navigate the challenges that lay ahead. In your names, I find strength and solace."

With that, you let the silent void envelop you once more, the cold winds carrying your earnest plea into the vast expanse of the unknown.

Keigo waited for you and walked you back to the horses. With a gentle assist, he helped you mount Dabi's stallion, and soon, the rhythmic beat of hooves echoed as you headed back home.

The wind howled through the icy landscape, biting into the skin of Bakugo and Kirishima as they sat outside their hut.

Suddenly Bakugo scoffed loudly, his eyes fixed on a figure limping through the dirt path towards the longhouse of earl Toshinorison.

The man, using wooden crutches, struggled with each step, pain etched across his scarred face.

Bakugo's disdain was evident in his voice. "Tsk! Look at that cripple! He's not even able to walk without wincing like a pathetic bitch."

Kirishima shot his friend a sharp look and retaliated by throwing a tiny rock in his direction. "Quit it, Bakugo. He's not a cripple, and stop calling him names. He's Endeavorson, one of the best warriors of our times. That's not manly, calling someone names just because they're facing a tough time. It's only been three months since we found him, and he's already escaped death, man. Give him time," Kirishima huffed, turning his attention back to polishing his battle axe.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you fall in love with him, huh, shitty hair?"

Kirishima shot him another glare. "Quit it, I said."

"Or what, idiot?!" Bakugo raised his voice, challenging his friend.

Kirishima rose from his spot, attaching his axe to his thick, leather belt. "Or I won't let you sleep near the fireplace tonight, man."

"Oi! Don't get offended at me just because of some stranger, Kirishima!" Bakugo retorted, but the red-haired man paid him no mind. Determination gleamed in Kirishima's eyes as he made his way towards the man walking with crutches.

"Hey," Kirishima called out, his voice cutting through the icy air. "How are you feeling, Endeavorson?" There was a genuine concern in his eyes, a stark contrast to the disdain Bakugo had shown earlier. Kirishima's approach was both unexpected and kind, catching Touya off guard.

Touya, unused to such warmth, stopped in his tracks, wooden crutches supporting his weakened frame. He looked at the red haired, tall man, surprise mingled with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "I... I'm fine," he mumbled, unsure of how to respond to someone who wasn't avoiding him or hurling insults.

Kirishima didn't seem deterred by Touya's guarded response. Instead, he persisted, "No need to act tough. We," he pointed his head to the blonde haired man sitting near a little hut, "found you under those snowy cliffs, barely hanging on. Must've been a tough journey, huh? How's the healing going? You're not pushing yourself too hard, are you?"

Touya blinked, the concern in Kirishima's words sinking in. A small, appreciative smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he replied, "It's been... challenging. But I appreciate your concern. Not many here bother to ask how I'm doing, but I understand. They're afraid of me."

Kirishima nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "Well, we're not all heartless. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," he smiled. "So were you able to remind yourself what happened on that cliff, man?"

Touya's gaze flickered with a mix of gratitude and hesitation as he continued to walk, Kirishima keeping pace beside him. The snowy landscape seemed to stretch endlessly, mirroring the uncertainties that clouded Touya's memory. "I... I've been trying," Touya confessed, his voice carrying the weight of the struggle. "But it's all foggy, like trying to grasp onto a dream slipping through your fingers, you know? I remember the biting cold, the shadows, and then... nothing. It's frustrating."

Kirishima nodded understandingly, his rugged features softened with empathy. "Must've been a hell of an ordeal. But you made it out alive, and that counts for something, right?"

Touya offered a faint smile, appreciating Kirishima's attempt to find a silver lining. "Yeah, it does. I'm grateful for the second chance, even if the details are elusive. Maybe with time, the memories will piece themselves together."

Touya's gaze lingered on the vast, snowy expanse, contemplating the unknown that lay ahead.

Kirishima, sensing Touya's internal struggle, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We're here for you, Endeavorson. Whatever you're going through, you don't have to face it alone," Kirishima spoke with sincerity. "I most likely won't understand fully what you're going through, but you have a friend in me."

Touya nodded appreciatively, grateful for the unexpected ally by his side.

The path to the longhouse was accompanied by a comfortable silence, broken only by the crunch of their footsteps on the dirt path.

Kirishima decided to broach a topic he had heard from Earl Yagi. "Hey, Touya," Kirishima began, a curious glint in his eyes. "I heard from earl Yagi that you were eager to depart as soon as you woke up. What's the rush?"

Touya's gaze shifted, his expression momentarily distant as he recalled the urgency that had fueled his desire to leave. "Yeah," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "My family... they must've thought I died. I just wanted to see them again, let them know I'm alive."

Kirishima's grin widened, sensing there might be more to the story. "Is it just about family, or is there a special someone waiting for you, too?"

Touya's cheeks tinged with a subtle blush, and he averted his gaze. "Well, there is someone. I want to see her again."

Kirishima chuckled heartily, clapping Touya on the back. "Ah, love! Now it makes sense. A man's got priorities, that's so manly! You're not alone in wanting to reunite with your loved one. We all have something or someone worth fighting for."

Touya's embarrassment transformed into a bashful smile, appreciating Kirishima's understanding.

The imposing structure of the Great Hall loomed ahead, its massive doors beckoning them forward. Kirishima came to a stop, turning to face Touya with a determined expression. "Just so you know," Kirishima began, his voice carrying a tone of sincerity, "I and my best friend Bakugo, that forever-offended blonde you saw earlier, were assigned to help you regain your prowess in fighting once your legs work well again. And just don't mind Bakugo, he has an awful personality, but he's a great and skilled warrior."

Touya nodded appreciatively, grateful for the information and the support he was receiving in this unfamiliar place. "Thank you, Kirishima. I appreciate the help."

As they approached the heavy doors of the Great Hall, Kirishima stepped forward, taking the initiative to open them for Touya. The creaking hinges echoed through the hall as the doors swung open, revealing the grandeur within.

"Go ahead," Kirishima gestured, a courteous smile on his face. "Take your time. And you can call me Eijiro or Red Riot, whatever suits you better."

Touya nodded again, his gratitude evident in his turquoise eyes. He slowly made his way inside, the warmth of the hall a stark contrast to the cold exterior.

Kirishima remained at the entrance, waiting patiently until Touya had safely entered the hall. "Good luck in there," Kirishima offered a parting wish, his voice filled with genuine encouragement. "And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. We're here for you."

With that, Kirishima bid farewell to Touya and turned to go about his duties, leaving the Great Hall behind him.

The heavy doors closed with a resounding thud, enveloping Touya in the welcoming embrace of the earl's domain.

Earl Toshinorison, immersed in the weight of his responsibilities, looked up from the documents as he noticed Touya entering the room. A warm smile played on his lips, and he beckoned for Touya to join him. "Oh, Touya, come here, come here," earl Yagi greeted, his voice carrying a sense of camaraderie.

Touya, despite the lingering pain in his legs, slowly made his way to a long table and took a seat on a wooden chair with a heavy sigh. "Any news from the envoy, my lord?" Touya inquired, his tone laced with concern. "Forgive me for asking about this repeatedly, but it's already been several days, and we haven't heard from them yet."

Earl Yagi placed a paper on the table and set the metal stylus aside, giving Endeavorson a knowing glance. "You're impatient, son. I'm sure we'll hear from them soon. Don't forget your settlement is nearly four days away from here," he reminded, attempting to assuage Touya's worries.

Despite the reassurance, an unfamiliar, unpleasant feeling lingered within Touya whenever he thought about his home. He hoped for the well-being of everyone there, especially Shoto, praying that he had managed to escape the looming threat they apparently faced together. And then there was you, his beloved woman, whose name rolled off Touya's lips every relentless night.

Touya nodded in acknowledgment of earl Yagi's words, yet the unease persisted. The distant wait for news from his homeland weighed heavily on him, and the yearning for assurance about the safety and happiness of those he left behind lingered like a shadow in the depths of his thoughts.

Shortly after returning from your journey with Hawks, you began feeling unwell.

A day later, Shoto returned from his own trip, only to find you in considerable pain, experiencing contractions.

The burden of sorrow and sadness weighed heavily on you, prompting an untimely and challenging childbirth.

You lay on the bed in earl Shoto's room, the sheets already stained with your blood and tears. The midwives bustled around you, their faces etched with concern. The pain was unbearable, like a thousand knives stabbing you with each contraction. You screamed, the sound echoing through the room.

Shoto paced back and forth near the bed, his face contorted with worry. "Help her!" he screamed at the thralls, his voice filled with pure rage. "Help her or I'll hang you by the dawn!"

They scurried to your side, wiping your forehead with a damp cloth. The pain was indescribable, a searing, burning sensation that threatened to consume you.

Shoto's face was pale as he watched the scene unfold. He glanced between your legs, his eyes widening at the sight of blood and gore.

Shoto's eyes darted away, an involuntary reaction to a scene that was unbearable even for someone who had witnessed his fair share of hardships. The weight of the sights he had seen in the past seemed to pale in comparison to what lay before him now. "Do something! She's in pain!" he roared.

"Push, my lady," one of the midwives urged, her voice gentle but firm. "You need to push!"

You bore down, your body shaking with the effort. You could feel the baby's head crowning, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. You gritted your teeth and pushed. You had never felt pain like this before, but you knew it would all be worth it in the end. "I... Can't..." you whimpered, your head rolling back to the pillows.

"Again, push now," the midwife said, her voice soothing. "You're doing great, my lady. Just a little bit more, and the baby will be here, my lady."

You pushed once more, using all of your strength, feeling the baby slip from your body, and you screamed in pain again.

The midwives rushed to clean the baby, their faces alight with joy. "It's a boy," one of them said, and you felt a surge of love and happiness as the first tears rolled down your flushed cheeks.

But your pain was far from over. The afterbirth needed to be delivered, and the contractions continued to rack your body. You screamed, the sound primal and raw.

Shoto's face was a mask of worry, but he remained silent, knowing that there was nothing he could do to ease your pain.

The midwives worked quickly, delivering the afterbirth and cleaning you up. The pain slowly began to subside, leaving you exhausted but relieved.

Shoto approached the midwife who was holding the newborn. After the baby was cleaned, it was passed to the young earl. He scoffed loudly, growing angry upon seeing a white down on the little boy's head and the pair of perfectly turquoise eyes slowly opening from time to time. "Fuck," Shoto growled with anger.

You begged the midwife to pass you the baby, and she took the baby from Shoto after he passed it with anger.

The baby was placed to your chest, and you slowly stroked the little head. It was Touya's child. Shoto's anger was now painfully clear.

You hesitated to meet Shoto's gaze, apprehensive of the storm brewing within him. His face was etched with pure rage, and for a moment, you feared his reaction.

Shoto, after a moment of tense silence, finally spoke, his voice cold and measured. "I should expect you to bear my deceased brother's child," he stated, his eyes locked onto yours. “Pathetic whore.”

As you glanced at him with a mix of fear and uncertainty, Shoto's expression softened slightly, yet you noticed a twisted grimace curling his lips. "However," he continued, "I'll raise this boy as my own son. Once you recover from childbirth, we'll lay together again. And again. And again. I'll ensure you give me my own heir."

You trembled at Shoto's words, the mere thought of having to lay with him again sending a cold shiver down your spine. The weight of his expectations, the complex emotions surrounding the situation, and the uncertainty of your future left you paralyzed.

Before you could manage a reply, Shoto simply left the room, leaving behind a lingering coldness in his wake. His parting words, a sharp and indifferent command to his thralls, hung in the air. "Clean that fucking mess."

You looked down at the crying baby nestled in your arms, his tiny features a poignant reminder of the complex emotions swirling within you. Gently, you pressed a tender kiss on the tiny forehead, feeling the warmth of your affection seep into the fragile being. "My little boy. My beautiful boy," you whispered, your voice a mixture of love, gratitude, and a tinge of sorrow. The tear that rolled down your cheek bore witness to the intricate tapestry of emotions woven into this moment.

With a heartfelt sincerity, you turned your gaze skyward and silently thanked Freya, the goddess who had guided you through this tumultuous journey. Gratitude filled your heart for the gift of Touya's son, a precious life that now depended on your love and care.

In the quiet moments that followed, the room seemed to echo with the soft cries of the newborn, a testament to the fragility and resilience of life. As you cradled the baby close, you vowed to navigate the challenges ahead with the same strength and determination that had brought you to this moment. And in the stillness of the room, you found solace in the love that already bloomed between you and the tiny soul entrusted to your care.

Meanwhile, Shoto sat heavily on the throne in the grand throne chamber, the weight of recent events evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. The air in the room seemed thick with tension as he grappled with the tumultuous emotions swirling within.

Hawks, having learned from the guards that the child had been born, stepped into the chamber cautiously. "My lord?" he inquired, bowing respectfully to Shoto.

The red-and-white-haired earl glanced at his most trusted warrior, his expression a mix of frustration and agitation. "It's his," Shoto snarled, the words escaping his lips with a venomous edge. "He won't stop hounding me, even from the afterlife."

Hawks, recognizing the gravity of Shoto's words, remained silent for a moment, his keen eyes studying the earl's troubled demeanor.

"Is that Odin trying to punish me for my deeds? Apparently, the past never dies," Shoto's voice cut through the somber air, a question directed more to the invisible forces than to anyone present in the room. His mismatched eyes remained fixed on some distant point, as if seeking answers in the unseen. "All I ever wanted was to make Skjaldvargr strong like never before, so everyone would fear us," Shoto continued, his voice carrying a mix of determination and introspection.

As the room absorbed his words, Shoto's thoughts seemed to wander into the realm of self-doubt. "Maybe I made a mistake letting Touya die? Killing my father?" he whispered, the words almost lost in the echoes of his inner turmoil. A moment later, he shook his head, as if attempting to dispel the doubts that threatened to take root. "No. All these decisions were good."

Before the heavy silence could stretch further, a guard interrupted, stepping into the room with news. "My lord, an envoy from Hvinverjadalr pleads to see you."

Shoto's frown deepened, exchanging glances with Hawks, who maintained his silent vigil. With a reluctant nod, the earl acknowledged the envoy's request, setting aside the internal struggle for the time being to face the external challenges that awaited him in the form of the visiting envoy.

The guards led the older man into the throne chamber, where he was forced to kneel before Shoto, the earl of Skjaldvargr. Shoto, in a gesture of casual indifference, rested his chin on his hand, which was propped against an armrest of his bespangled throne, his mismatched eyes keenly observing the envoy.

The older man bowed respectfully and identified himself as an envoy from Hvinverjadalr, bearing a message from Earl Toshinorison.

Shoto's expression tightened slightly at the mention of the earl's name. All Might, known by that call sign, was a formidable adversary of Shoto's deceased father, Endeavor.

"What message are you bringing to us?" Shoto inquired, his tone measured and unwavering.

The envoy bowed once more before revealing the content of the message. "Our earl wants to let you know your brother, Touya Endeavorson, is well and alive in our settlement."

Shoto's eyes widened slowly, the weight of the revelation sinking in. The news was like a sudden gust of wind, sweeping away the hopes of his carefully crafted plans to turn true. A mix of disbelief and hope flickered in Shoto's mismatched eyes, and for a moment, the throne chamber seemed suspended in a profound silence as the implications of this unexpected revelation unfolded. “Is that so?” he ground his question out.

The envoy nodded his head, offering an explanation for the delayed revelation. "We didn't let you know earlier, my lord, as Touya was in a very serious health condition. Thankfully, Allfather helped him to survive and slowly regain his health."

Shoto's gaze shifted to Hawks, the unspoken understanding between them echoing in the charged silence.

Hawks felt his heart quicken within his chest, a mix of surprise and worry coursing through his veins. The news, while unexpected, carried a glimmer of hope, a flicker of a possibility Hawks hadn't dared to entertain until now. Perhaps Y/N words were prophetic?

Shoto's features remained composed, but the intensity in his mismatched eyes betrayed the emotions churning beneath the surface.

Shoto, with practiced ease, managed to summon a smile that did not reach his mismatched eyes. "Thank you for the news," he said, his tone wryly polite. The revelation about Touya's survival had stirred a tempest of conflicting emotions within him, and Shoto struggled to conceal the storm behind a veneer of civility. He leaned back into his throne, feigning casual interest. "Did my brother share any details about what happened?" Shoto inquired, a facade of genuine concern in his voice.

The envoy shook his head, "No, my lord. Touya doesn't remember much."

Shoto's grin, though slight, carried a complexity of emotions. It was a bittersweet acknowledgment, for while Touya's survival brought threat to all of Shoto's plans, the memory loss shielded him from the painful truth of Shoto's involvement in the events that had transpired.

"And for that wonderful news, you deserve a reward," Shoto declared, a saccharine smile playing on his lips. His gaze shifted to a guard, and with a small nod, the envoy's fate was sealed.

In a swift, merciless motion, the guard slit the envoy's throat, and the dying man was unceremoniously pushed onto the stone floor. The chamber echoed with the grotesque sounds of a life seeping away.

Shoto nodded at his guards, his demeanor betraying little emotion. "Clean the mess and dispose of the body," he ordered, rising from the throne.

Hawks approached the earl, his eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What are you planning to do now, my lord?" he inquired, his tone laced with a sense of anticipation.

Shoto regarded him with a pointed look, his expression unyielding. "We are preparing for war," he declared, his voice carrying a resolute edge. "I won't allow our people to rally behind Touya. The truth of his survival will inevitably surface, that much is certain. So, we'll take the initiative. We'll inform them that my eldest brother, dear as he may be, has chosen to form an alliance with our notorious adversary, Toshinorison. It will serve as a perfect pretext to launch an attack on Hvinverjadalr, and sever the head of my beloved brother for his betrayal."

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