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self-care day with the boys

denki, katsuki, kiri, shoto x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — fluff, 2.1k words

kaminari denki

⭑.ᐟ it’s your day off, and your bf comes over to your place. you are exhausted from work lately, so you’re looking forward to spending the day with denki and relaxing.

you two try to bake a cake together. the kitchen looks like a bomb went off. a bomb of batter and flour. you’re both covered in it once you finally get the cookies in the oven.

after cleaning the kitchen up, denki convinces you to shower with him and wash all of the goop off of you two. you lather each other up in body wash. once you’ve rinsed it off, you two stand there and cuddle.

denki peppers your face with sweet kisses and tells you how beautiful you are. once you get out, denki wraps you in a fluffy towel before dashing off to your linen closet because you forgot to grab a second one.

after drying off, denki lets you tie his hair into pigtails and lather your favourite charcoal face mask onto his soft skin. he complains about how hard it is to talk with the clay mask on, the grey cracking around his mouth, eyes, and forehead creating wrinkles which you laugh at. he draws you back into his arms, bare bodies pressing together once more. he whispers into your ear what he’d like to do with you in such a vulnerable state. you can feel your face heating up beneath the clay.

you tell him off and rinse your face mask off. you then apply toner, serum, and moisturiser to both of your faces. denki sighs in relief feeling your delicate fingertips soothing the cream into his skin.

once you two get dressed (denki keeps a few shirts and shorts at your place for situations like this), you check on the cookies. entering the kitchen, you can smell the stink of burnt sugar.

denki turns off the oven, grabs the mitts and pulls the door down, revealing completely charred cookies. you two laugh and you playfully slap denki, scolding him lightly for taking forever to apply his face mask because he wouldn’t shut up. denki ends up trying one but immediately coughs it up and spits it into the bin. you heat instant ramen instead and have that for lunch.

afterwards, you two sit on the floor on opposite sides of the coffee table. denki lets you paint his nails black as you rant about work drama.

“what a bitch,” he gasps.

“i know right,” you say as you look up at him. he’s focused on your hand painting the glistening polish onto his nails.

you blow on his nails after you’ve finished and tell him not to touch anything (he knows the drill).

that night, you two cuddle up next to each other on the couch as you play animal crossing.

bakugou katsuki

⭑.ᐟ you’ve been super stressed out by work lately. you just finished getting dressed and were about to start on your makeup when you get a text message from your boss. he asks if you are okay since your bf had called in sick for you. you immediately text katsuki, asking him what the fuck was up.

you: suki

you: why did you call in sick for me?

suki pooki: cause your work sucks balls

suki pooki: i’ll be over in ten

and he was. he came barreling through your door. you meet him with a stern look, your hands on your hips. seeing your mood, he rolls his eyes and pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead. he tells you that today, he’ll be pampering you since you need a rest.

he tells you to get out of that hideous uniform as he starts to raid your kitchen, whipping out ingredients for the fire breakfast he’s about to make you. you protest at first, but quickly let him take care of you. you know how determined he can be once he sets his mind on something.

katsuki makes you the most yummy breakfast that you both enjoy together. afterwards, you two cuddle on the couch and watch the next episode of the series you recently started together. katsuki then carries you off your bed and tells you to strip. you look up at him in confusion but he just gives you that sharp, cocky grin. he leaves and you do as he says, already bare under the covers when he returns holding a bottle of body oil.

you stare at him even more bewildered until he tells you that he’s going to give you a full body massage. the tension in your muscles instantly dissipates as you let him coax you out from under most of the blankets.

he gives you the most relaxing massage. the scent of coconut is divine and the sensation of his hands pressing into your skin takes you to heaven. at first, he checks in with you to make sure that the pressure is okay, which of course, it is since he was being gentle with you. now, you’re about to fall asleep when he grumbles.

it makes you laugh and you stretch, your fists opening and closing towards him in grabby motions. he lets you wrap your arms around his neck and you pull his body onto yours. the oil seeps into his clothes and he groans, trying to push you off. but you won’t move.

you two cuddle in your bed, katsuki asking you every few minutes if you’ve fallen asleep to which you mumble that you haven’t.

the rest of the day goes by in a blur of katsuki’s gourmet cooking skills, his grumbles, and his cuddles.

kirishima eijiro

⭑.ᐟ kiri knows that you’re exhausted because of a major project due at work. the day after it’s finished, you call him in the morning and tell him that you’ve got the day off from work.

within the next half an hour, kiri is at your doorstep, telling you to grab your gym bag and put your activewear on cause you’re going to the gym. you groan but oblige, throwing on a baggy gym fit (baggy gym fit superiority, am i right?) and trudging out of your apartment with his arm around your shoulders.

he works you hard, motivating you every rep to keep pushing and going harder, perfecting that form every time. afterwards, you two walk to a nearby café and get some breakfast.

you two sit outside, enjoying the beautiful weather as you munch on your brekkie. kiri listens as you rant about how stressful work has been lately, especially since your colleagues weren’t cooperating with you. but it was all over now, and that’s what mattered. he reassured you that you did the best job you could of given the circumstances.

“you’re so strong, baby. makes me so proud to see how well you did,” he says as he wipes your lips with a napkin. you giggle and nod, taking a moment to appreciate your bf.

in your sweaty gym gear, you two walk back to the car. but instead of taking you home (which you thought he was doing), he drives you to the aquarium. you scold him for not letting you get changed first. he apologises and pulls you into a warm hug, kissing you on the cheek. he holds you the entire time that you’re at the aquarium, first holding your hand and then your waist when your palms become sweaty. he takes candid photos of you gawking at the ginormous string rays, chuckling to himself about how cute his girlfriend is. you point to one of the sharks and tell him that it’s him and he laughs, pulling you close.

afterwards, he finally takes you back to your place and you two shower together. kiri kisses almost every inch of your body after rinsing the suds off of you, worshipping his gf’s divine body. your hands tangle in his hair, feeling his lips all over you.

he finally stands up and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. you ask him if you can return the favour. he shakes his head and gives you a deep kiss, saying on your lips something about this being your day.

once you get out of the shower, kiri dries you off and lathers moisturiser into your skin, placing kisses on any part of your body that he can reach.

you then curl up on the couch and cuddle, kiri doting on you and satisfying your every need until you fall asleep in his arms.

todoroki shoto

⭑.ᐟ it’s the weekend and you wake up to your phone ringing. you pick it up groggily. your bf’s voice hums in your ear, asking you what your plans are for the day. you groan as you tell him that you just woke up.

he’s quiet for a few moments before telling you that he is going to pick you up in an hour. you hum in response, rubbing your eyes and muttering an ‘i love you’. shoto returns your sentiment and ends the call. you get up and brush your teeth, opting for a comfy outfit.

in an hour, shoto is knocking on your door. he’s holding the most beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers and tells you that they’re for you. you smile, tears gathering in your eyes as you take them from him and dash off to grab a vase.

once you put the flowers in a vase and set them on your dining table, you run over to him and give him the biggest cuddle. he returns your hug hesitantly (this touch-starved boy😭), his hands light on your back. you pull back and thank him, blinking back your tears. it’s been such a hard week at work and for him to surprise you like this meant everything to you.

shoto tells you not to hold back as he draws you back into his arms, this time with more confidence. for the next little while, you and shoto cuddle on the couch as you cry. his thumbs caress the delicate skin beneath your eyes, wiping away your tears. he gives you a small smile and tells you that you are one of the strongest people he knows.

after you’ve calmed down, shoto suggests getting some food to help cheer you up. you nod and you two head to the mall together. you sit down at one of the cafés and get tea and a pastry. the flavour explodes over your tongue, so sweet and the pastry is so crisp.

you look up and see cream on the tip of shoto’s nose from his cream puff. giggling, you wipe it off his nose with the tip of your finger. but before you can draw your hand back, he grabs your wrist and licks your finger. the gesture has you blushing hard.

once you finish your pastries, you two walk around the mall together. you head into many different stores, shoto by your side the entire time. he holds any clothes you grab to try on and even waits outside the fitting room for you as you get changed. he usually tells you that the clothes look “nice” or “good” but, when you come out in something that he really likes, he freezes up. he can’t stop staring at you.

“shoto,” you call. he’s been looking at the dress you have on for the last minute in complete silence. “do you like it?” you ask. he gulps, adams apple bobbing. he opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. you cross your arms under your chest, wondering if you look so hideous that he’s been rendered speechless.

you sigh, “is it that bad?” at your words, shoto shakes his head vigorously.

“no!” he says enthusiastically, surprising you. “no, it looks—” he pauses, trying to find the right words. he mumbles, “you look very pretty.” his words have you giggling and blushing an instant.

you motion with your finger for him to come over to you, and he does. you shut the fitting room door behind him and give him a gentle kiss, surprising your poor boyfriend who watches you peck his lips with wide eyes and a stiff body. you pull away, trying to contain your laughter. he pulls you back in and captures your lips in another kiss. this one is far more passionate.

shoto buys you whatever you want with his dad’s credit card. he carries your bags around as you shop. by the end of the day, you go home with far too many bags.

you used to be very shy about shoto spending all of this money on you, but you know that he wants to. you know that even if you broke up tomorrow, he wouldn’t regret any of it because that’s how much he loves you.

I’ve been so unbelievably OBBSESSED with the idea of older!sugar daddy shoto todoroki, he’s so emotionally constipated and lonely and so he somehow gets in contact with broke ahh reader (haven’t figured out how yet…) and whisks her away to this world of fine dining and fancy parties and spoils the LIFE out of her. All she has to do in return is sit pretty for him, let him show her off and help him to relieve the stresses of being the no.2 hero iykwim…

Would anyone be interested if I went ahead and wrote this…

ᱬ⛧ perfect ~ s. todoroki

sum: just some thoughts of newlywed! shoto after his wedding back in the hotel room.

pairing: husband! shoto todoroki x wife! reader

content: 18+ - mdni below cut. p in v, teasing, dirty talk, stalled orgasm, brief mention of marking, one long round but feels like multiple, fingering, implied breeding want brief quirk use, brief implication of cum plugging, cream pie, reader gets called princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content, aftercare, just all around loving shoto afterwards.

a/n: a rework of a request from my wattpad days. nice fresh feel and worded so much better. got re-inspired after reading the epilogue of the manga. slight epilogue spoilers in terms of shoto's ranking for anime only fans/fans not caught up on the manga. hope you all enjoy this one! as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated.

word count: 2,598

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

newlywed! shoto who’s finally married the love of his life in a lavish ceremony that would put some of the top celebrities in the world to shame. after all being the number 2 pro hero has its benefits.

newlywed! shoto who carries his new bride over the threshold of the honeymoon suite that the hotel booked for them for next to nothing. smiling softly as you giggle, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, not that he’d let you fall.

newlywed! shoto who set you down on the floor once he’d closed the door shut with his foot, finally getting a chance to take you in properly for the first time since he saw you at the altar. he loved how the white dress clung to your figure and how your rings now sparkled on your ring finger.

newlywed! shoto who still couldn’t believe you were his wife. was it a dream? if it was, he didn’t want to wake up. after years, you were truly his and he was yours.

new husband! shoto who runs his fingers up your exposed arm, trailing over the top of your back with a soft smile as you shivered. musing out “you look beautiful” and “you’re finally my wife” as he looked you over.

new husband! shoto who chuckles when you blush at his words. he always had an effect on you, even years after your first date. no one ever thought that the stoic shoto todoroki would settle down, let alone with someone who could rival bakugou at the best of times.

new husband! shoto who places soft kisses on your bare shoulder, hand resting gently on your arm. who loves to hear the small gasps you let out as you tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to your skin.

new husband! shoto who stops his kisses for a moment, stepping behind you to help you out of your dress. who lets the material pool at your feet as he takes a moment to place a kiss at the bottom of your neck.

new husband! shoto who moves to stand in front of you again. who takes in the sight of you in your wedding night lingerie. who thanks whoever is out there that he’s the one seeing you in this, and no one else will ever get to see you dress this way.

new husband! shoto who drags both his hands and eyes over your body, taking in the subtle ways you move under his touch and gaze. the way you close your eyes and sigh out, leaning into the wandering fingers on your skin.

new husband! shoto who rests his hands on your hips, fingers gripping slightly as he pulls you flush against him, loving the feeling of your arms draping over his shoulders. who rubs your skin with his thumbs as he utters words he knows you won’t refuse. “let’s get a little more comfortable, my love”. “can’t have you feeling uncomfortable when you’re wrapped around me”.

new husband! shoto who picks you up and carries you over to the bed, smiling softly as you squeak from the movement. who places you gently onto the mattress of the emperor bed in the room like a doll that would break at any moment.

new husband! shoto who steps back to remove his suit, stripping away each article of clothing until he’s bare before you. heterochromia eyes watching the way you look at him with nothing but pure love, that you look at him as your husband and the person you fell in love with, not as the number 2 hero or the son of the former pro, endeavor.

new husband! shoto who hovers above you for a moment, whispers of how “beautiful you are” and how “lucky i am to have you” sound before he leans down, capturing your lips with his in a kiss that becomes needier.

new husband! shoto who moves his lips to your neck, chest, torso and thighs, nipping and sucking as he goes. who leaves small marks in his wake that have you twisting your body slightly as you gasp.

new husband! shoto who takes a moment and positions himself between your legs, lifting your leg and making it bend at the knee as he places soft kisses against the inside of your thighs. who trails those kisses further up towards your covered cunt.

new husband! shoto who moves the fabric to one side, placing a kiss just over the place he can’t wait to be buried deep inside of. who brings up two digits and slips them past the thin strip of material, pressing them inside your waiting cunt. who’s scissoring them as he moves them in tandem with his tongue he’s now flicking across your covered clit.

new husband! shoto who loves the way you squirm against him, the way your hands tangle in his hair as you graze your fingers against his scalp in a bid to keep yourself grounded. who shivers at the contact and can feel his cock staring to painfully harden. who loves the sound of you losing that battle as you whine out his name.

new husband! shoto who pushes his fingers deeper into you, down to the knuckle as the coolness of his wedding band is engulfed in your hot cunt. the small contrast only adds to the dizziness you’re feeling.

new husband! shoto who’s tapping against that one spongy place that has you seeing stars and vision blurring. who pulls away to look up at you as you arch your back at the feeling of your impending orgasm creeping up.

new husband! shoto who loves to talk you through it with words of encouragement like “that’s it, princess”, “you’re doing so good for me”, and “let me feel you squeeze my fingers baby, give me a taste of what’s to come when I’m buried deep inside you”.

new husband! shoto who feels your walls spasm around his fingers as you reach your euphoria, a broken cry of his name leaving your throat as your eyes flutter shut. who loves the way you try to milk his fingers like you do his cock when he’s inside you. “that’s it baby”.

new husband! shoto who pulls his fingers out and slips them into his mouth, taking his time to suck your slick while you catch your breath. who locks his eyes with yours while he does, chuckling at the embarrassed whine you let out as you turn to face away from him.

new husband! shoto who, when he’s cleaned his fingers, kneels between your legs again once he’s helped you strip out of your lingerie. who grabs both your legs this time and parts them, lining up the mushroom tip of his cock to your now soaked cunt. who likes to tease you by rubbing himself against you a few times before he finally pushes past that tight ring.

new husband! shoto who groans out when he feels the welcoming warmth of your insides, the way you’re already clenching around him, not wanting to let go. who loves the way you’re arching as you press yourself closer to him, savouring that welcome stretch you love so much when he joins with you.

new husband! shoto who wastes no time in moving his hips, pulling back until his tip is just barely inside as he watches the way squirm at the loss before thrusting back into your cunt, savouring the way to cry out at the surprise.

new husband! shoto who begins to fuck you with the sole intention of showing you just how much he loves you. that this is the closest he’ll ever be to someone, that he’ll make you feel exactly how he much love he holds for you and not used as a way to continue his bloodline.

new husband! shoto who’ll only ever take that journey when you’re both ready for it. after all, he’d love to have you round with his child so everyone knows you’re his and his alone. to know that he’s the only one you’ll ever be able to give yourself to completely, and that he’ll be the one who’s the father of your children. purely because that’s what you both want.

new husband! shoto who can briefly picture that image. who has to keep himself in check because that was for another day and a future conversation.

new husband! shoto who leans forward to messily kiss you, tongues clashing for a moment before he leans back. who grabs your legs and moves them to dangle in front of you, enjoying the feeling of the new angle as he reaches deep within you. judging by the way you moaned out and gripped his arms, he’d hit that spongy spot even better than earlier.

new husband! shoto who loves the feeling of your cunt gripping him harder, sucking him in deeper as your slick begins to splash out slightly, dotting onto his thighs as he thrusts harshly into you more. the squelching gaining loudness the quicker he snaps his hips.

new husband! shoto who presses into you deeper until he can feel that tell-tale sign you're near your next orgasm. the way your walls start to pulsate quicker around his cock makes him smirk before he pulls away, slipping out of your cunt as you whine out at the loss of feeling full and being so close to climaxing.

new husband! shoto who drops your legs before shuffling back, grabbing your hand to pull you off your back. who’s quick to turn you around so you face away from him, one set of fingers gripping your hip, the other set wrapped around your wrist as he pulls you back into him and lifts you up with little effort, sinking his cock back into you.

new husband! shoto who pulls your back into a lovely arch by your arm as he thrusts into you, savouring the way you bounce against him as your cries of pleasure increase. who's peering over your shoulder to watch the way your breasts brounce with each reentry of his cock into your puffy pussy. who doesn’t give a damn if people walking past can hear.

new husband! shoto who moves the hand on your hip between your legs, circling your clit with the pad of his finger as he activates his ice quirk slightly. who loves the way you shiver and moan out, begging for him to let you go. “f-fuck, shoto, p-please”.

new husband! shoto who, after a few more thrusts, will move both hands back to your hips, helping you to slam down in the position he has you in. who can feel the way your walls pulsate the closer you get. with words of "come on princess" and "let me feel you squeeze around my cock first like the good girl you are" that will help you reach that euphoria you've been chasing with a broken cry of his name.

new husband! shoto who savours the feeling of your vice like grip around him as he pushes you forward, pressing you into the mattress before he pistons his hips, driving his cock deeper into you. who makes sure to hit that spongy spot repeatedly while you're crying out from still being overly sensitive.

new husband! shoto who can feel his balls tighten as he nears his end. who quickly pulls out and grabs you, before pulling you on top of him after he's lain down. who helps you move and pushes back inside your overly sensitive cunt as he pulls you closer to him, lips crashing against yours in a messy and desperate kiss.

new husband! shoto who after a few more sloppy thrusts, groans against your swollen appendages as he cums, making sure to paint your insides white with his seed as he mumbles. “f-fuck, baby, take it all” and “going to fill you so full you’ll be dripping me for weeks”. who watches the way you shiver at the feeling and makes sure to keep himself sheathed within you to stop any of his seed from spilling out just yet.

new husband! shoto who lets you fall forward onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you pant to catch your breath. who runs a hand through your hair and kisses the top of your head. "you done so well princess, let's have a break".

new husband! shoto who manoeuvres you both into a more comfortable position as you hum out soflty, placing a hand on his chest to feel the steadying rhythm of his heart. who looks down at you as you concentrate on where your hand rests.

new husband! shoto who spends a good while chatting softly to you, talking about the moments of the day he loved the most, none topping the moment you were announced as husband and wife. “okay, maybe being able to fuck you as my wife came joint top”. who laughs at your flustered looked.

new husband! shoto who places a finger under your chin and tilts your head, looking over your face as you reach up to touch his. who closes his eyes at the feeling of you tracing the lighter scar on his face, normally, he’d hate anyone touching it, but he’s learned to love it thanks to you.

new husband! shoto who kisses your lips lovingly this time, savouring the way you move into him before pulling away from you, hearing you sighing out at the loss of contact and at the feeling of him pulling himself off you.

new husband! shoto who walks to the bathroom to grab some pieces before coming back to help you clean up, taking care of your now overly sensitive body. who’ll take a moment to watch his seed seep out of you slowly, chewing on his lip at the sight.

totally in love! shoto who, when he’s finished cleaning you, will pick you up and hold you close to him while he pulls the sheets back, climbing in and laying you next to him. who wraps his arm around you as he lays your head on his chest.

totally in love! shoto who whispers words of love and affection to you while he strokes your back and side. who thanks you for standing by him when he didn’t want anyone to be with him.

totally in love! shoto who wonders how he managed to be right here in this moment with you. who wonders how he was so lucky to be married and feel a sense of love and security from someone so close to him.

new husband! shoto who was more scared then he let on. who was originally afraid of letting anyone close to him, given his past. who just happened to bump into you one day while you walked the halls of u.a. who took a chance that day and didn’t look back.

new husband! shoto who looks down to see you asleep on his chest, smiling softly as he pulls you closer and the sheets around you both.

new husband! shoto who’s eternally grateful to you for wanting him and nothing more. who can’t wait for the rest of your married life together and the memories you’ll create.

new husband! shoto who knows his younger self would be proud of him and who he was now. one of the top pro heroes, as well as having his biggest supporter and cheerleader by his side for the rest of his life.

new husband! shoto who finally realises that everyone deserves love. even him.

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You knew Todoroki was a man of few words, but that didn't stop you from falling for him.

The problem was, because of his constant neutral expression you could never tell what he was thinking. Which means not only did you not make a move to act on your feelings but you remained unaware that he was absolutely enamoured with you.

He made an effort, don't get him wrong, he just didn't know how to express himself very well.

So he just started leaving small gifts in front of your door on days he noticed you seemed a bit down. Generally, though it might now seem like it he was much more expressive.

Coming to you about his family issues, listening to your issues. Though you hardly notice the small smiles that cross his face , if even for just a second, because you were occupied basking in his comforting presence.

But it was getting tedious, for not only the both of you but for everyone around you. Watching the two of you pine after each other.

So, he decided (after seeking advice from Natsuo and panicking to Midoriya) that he would tell you how he felt.

So there he was, standing outside your door, his face the same color as his scar. He was nervous beyond belief and it relaxed a bit as you opened the door.

"Hey Todoroki, what's up?"You questioned casually leaning on your door frame.

" I'm not sure if my actions say it well enough... But I *really really* like you " he said as he fidgeted locking his gaze onto the floor awaiting your response.

"I really like you too" you smiled before pulling him into your room as Midoriya, who's room was not far from yours cheered silently at his friends achievement.

DEMON PRINCE SHOUTO AU | MASTERLIST

tags/warnings: modern supernatural au, aged up characters, demons, bonding bites, fem pronoun + afab reader

PART I (1k)

Things seem to going well with the prince of hell you've accidentally taken home. Until a surprise visitor makes an appearance, and Shouto must take action to stake his claim on you.

PART II (1.5k)

You learn just what kind of ancient bond Shouto has invoked to protect you, and come to terms with what that means for your future.

PART III (coming soon)

You learn that a mating bond has its downsides (and its upsides). nsfw.

drabbles will be posted under the tag #third prince of hell au

Scraped Knees & Silk Sheets

Prince!Shouto ♡ Maid!Reader - Chapter 1 out of ??

-> You've always been kind, wanting nothing more then to spread warmth into a cold castle. When you were a child, you had given some of your kindess to a boy in need. It was because he recognized your kindess, that you live to tell this story today.

fiction contains: fluff, angst, romance, reader is almost executed because endeavor is a piece of shit, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, assassination, pining, shouto is a little too in love with reader, shouto is also an extreme romantic, reader is almost killed again because, you guessed it, endeavor is a piece of shit, pining, izuku + bakugou are shouto's right hand men, little bit of violence chapter contains: nothing extreme worth mentioning, shouto n reader are so cute omgomg PROLOUGE

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chapter word count: 4.4k

Flowers fall salubriously over the skies of Venora, the sun’s warmth spreading over the fingertips of anyone sauntering outside to perform their duties for that day…or to any of the many children that decided to skip around their village knee-level of the citizens with flowers in their hair, engaging in anything that excited their blooming curiosity. Venora is one of- if not the most flourishing of countries, being outstandingly large, and having one of the most capable and efficient militia. It is a strong belief here that everyone has their purpose in life, and everyone has their own “talent” or gift given to them to serve that purpose. Many people are aware of their gifts from an early age, some without, and have hairs turning silver and still letting life lead them in whichever direction the wind blows. All in all, it’s a safe country to live your hopes and dreams in.

Besides, you learned the punishment for breaking some of the laws can be quite severe, and said punishments are severe enough to strike terror into the citizens who consider tampering with them.

“Really?? We get to visit the palace??” A little child squealed into their mother’s lap, that child just so happened to be you. Playing princesses with your friends was entertaining, yes, but it couldn’t compare with the real thing. It played over and over inside your feeble brain, the diamond chandeliers, the gold-plated statues, the doors, the throne room. Just the thought would make any insouciant child like yourself shake with anticipation.

“You mustn't make a scene when we get there, dear. As much as I understand your excitement, the palace can’t be mistaken to you as a place of fun and games, it’s quite serious. Your father is attending a meeting, so you and I get to stay for a while to attend the holiday. If you’re lucky, you might be able to attend the ball with me.” Your mother almost immediately regrets the last few sentences of her speech, now having to deal with a squealing 5-year-old who cannot control their emotions any longer. After a long sigh, she scooped you off her lap, walking over to the bedroom to place you into bed. There were paintings with stars and sparkles adorning the ceiling above your bed, and you convinced your mother to help hang stars from the faded paint spots. The dim lighting in a shade of dark blue truly did make the stars sparkle, including the ones hanging in your room and the stars that dance together in the sky. It made you wonder if they had the same paintings on the palace walls, maybe even more. With a kiss to your forehead, she tucked you in your bed and tried to step away, but failed due to you reaching out your tiny hand to grab onto her yellow sundress. “Do you think I can be a princess? Like the ones in the big palace?” “I'm sure you can, and I bet you’ll be the prettiest princess ever. However… I'm afraid princesses get beauty sleep, and at this rate, you’ll turn into a gremlin with baggy eyes!” She smiled when your body immediately went lax, and you flopped onto your bed sheets and snored as if you’d been sleeping for over a hundred years. With that, she left your room.

Your father was in a state of alamort, putting in as much effort as his soul allowed him to move your family higher status and reputation, but to no avail. His majesty had barely spared a glance at him, and he hoped that this ceremony would be an opportunity to bring his family higher. Your family was by no means struggling with money or bringing food on the table, more so struggling to maintain the reputation that's been withheld in your bloodline for generations.

Nobility was a hard bargain. Your surname was well known in the village you lived in, but it didn’t advance any farther than that. The family’s worth compared to that as a bystander you’d see in royal events, just slightly over a commoner, nothing to ever be placed near the grand royalty of the Todoroki bloodline.

The annual Crescent Moon ceremony was taking place in just a small amount of time, a celebration to symbolize family, fertility, empowerment, and to appreciate life’s lavish graces. It most certainly wasn’t the most important of events, but the meaning behind it gave reason to be very…lavish, and thriftless. A perfect event for a child to witness, as it romanticizes royal life to the utmost degree.

So, in the restless dreams of a 5-year-old girl, you’d be sitting on a throne adorned with diamonds, and a version of yourself that you would assume is an older you. A crown so shiny that if angled towards the sun, would blind anyone looking in your direction. It sits atop your perfectly placed strands of hair, not a single one out of place. Maybe if you thought hard enough, you’d be able to visualize a chromatic ring wrapped around your 4th finger, followed by the lips of a handsome prince pressed against the front of your hand.. is there a prince at the castle? Even a little girl can be bashful sometimes, maybe he’d be like the books, with a prodigious sword attached to his hip and weighty boots that slammed against marble floors, signaling his arrival earlier than his presence could. So.. speaking like a 5-year-old girl, this place is gonna be super duper awesome!!!

This… however..was not very awesome. It'd been almost.. 5 hours now? The sun is still high in the sky, burning down at the wooden carriage you rode in. It was hot, and your mother said that if you whined one more time about the heat, she’d make sure you’d get none of the palace desserts when they got to the capital of Venora, also known as Solaris. It was the diamond of the country, and where the tremendously large castle stays solemn. It’s where the royal family of Venora has resided for years. There are neighboring castles, much smaller, reserved for the high nobles, and your mother promised you’d get to see them when the carriage reached Solaris. Some were located on the way to the main castle, but some were buried deep in the wispy green forests, lakes, and hills that were outspread in Solaris, practically smothering the land. The only exception being the main village, which is said to be the largest city in the country. Your mother said that it’s not the best or most habitable place to live in. Tourists, and merchants, all of them practically suffocate the city, leaving little to no room for long-time inhabitants. If you want to live close to the castle, it’s best if you build your own place.

“Are we there-”

“Don’t even start, missy.” Your mother quipped before you could finish your childish statement.

“But-”

“You know, princesses are very calm and patient people. They ride in royal carriages all the time, simply waving at passersby. How could you be a princess if you can’t even make it to the castle without whining, dear?” Comparing you to a princess is the only way she knew would always get you to behave, it always worked well, proven by the silence the rest of the trip.

However, the mind of a little girl never stayed quiet, and as you peered out of the lights that the wood would allow, you could see your father’s carriage right in front of your own. It seemed that he was a quiet man, always thinking, but never speaking. Unless it was towards your mother about mundane things, he was always in his study, thinking. You couldn’t fathom what he could be up to, what could be so interesting or demanding that a simple nobleman as your father would be locked up inside the silence of his stone-walled office.

Sometimes at home, you’d see fathers - laughing and playing with their children, but that was never the case with yours. In fact, he never really spoke to your mother either. In contrast, your mother was as warm as a white fur blanket, like the ones she said were common in the palace, but rare and expensive to find in your own village. She always spoke with you, seeing as you had no other siblings. Speaking of which, you asked her about that idea once, having siblings. Quickly your mother hushed you of the idea, saying that it wouldn’t be happening anytime soon, almost looking hurt at what you said, so you never mentioned it again.

Having many children was a miracle at this age, why was she so against it-

The sound of faded cheers and chatter dragged you out of the deep reflection of your thoughts. Are we there yet-?

You slammed a hand over your mouth when you realized you had said that last part out loud, slowly turning your gaze over to your mother, who narrowed her eyes at you. Yet the look on her face quickly softened as she sighed, and announced; “Yes, we are here!” Even she couldn’t contain her excitement, yet she quickly had to compose herself and grab you, as you were just about to leap out of the carriage. “We are in Solaris, not near the castle yet. I can’t let you go out into the village, it’s filled with people for the ceremony and you’d surely be trampled. If you want to view the commotion, simply watch through the carriage.” She simply grinned at you as you whined, and pressed your face to the carriage glass.

The sun was still in the sky, but much lower. You had made it to your temporary estate, and you were astounded at the sheer size of the exterior. It was nearly thrice as big as your regular estate, with gardens on each side with their own unique plants, your favorite being the dazzling lilies on the left side, and the charming gladiolus on the right. There was even a butler waiting for you, and you scampered up to him with a smile, which he gladly returned to you. Your mother was, discreetly, also amazed at the size, simply internalizing her emotions, with nothing but soft upturned lips and a slight sparkle in her eyes. Your father, though, had the exact opposite emotions. He looked rather displeased, evident with the slight scowl on his face, what could he be so upset about? You decided to tug on his suit pants, directing his scowl at you, but he loosened his angry face at the sight of your frown.

“Why are you sad, pa? This place is so big!” He lost his scowl completely, opting to look at you with a neutral face instead to not upset you anymore, and walking towards the front door of the estate, lamenting to himself instead “It could have been bigger.”

The inside was just as impressive, ancient paintings with gold plated frames, silverware decorated in intricate patterns and designs carved into the metal. The thing that caught your eye the most, was the stunning piano in the foyer of the estate. You had half the mind to climb the piano stool, and mash your little fingers against the keys, you were almost successful too, if it weren’t for your mother holding the collar of your dress. …

Much to your mother’s delight, the length of the trip ended up giving her a tuckered-out 5 year old. This was good anyway, the ceremony was tomorrow evening, and they wouldn’t be leaving the estate for another 3 weeks, anyway. This part seemed to be the only thing that pleased your father, maybe it was because this gave him more time to talk with The King himself.

Your mother had a very difficult pregnancy regarding your birth. Infact, the birth itself was a blur in her memory. From what the midwives had told her, the bleeding was what almost caused her death. Luckily, her having held onto the strings of consciousness for just a few moments longer was what caused her to recover just enough for the healer to arrive intime. Due to the heavy bleeding, it was highly encouraged, almost demanded of her, that she never conceive again.

This had angered your father to no end. He had at least one child, but it wasn’t a male..an “heir” to his legacy. No matter how many times you had promised him to carry on his legacy, he wouldn’t listen. His anger got so severe, he had almost forced himself onto your mother- completely disregarding her safety, all for the chance of an heir. From what little bit of morals he had left, he stopped.

This was the reason why he was quite desperate in his attempts to raise his family’s status and reputation, but in this day and age, a daughter and a title can only get you so far. He watched as his once peers outgrew him in their own rankings, no longer speaking to him and throwing away their companionships as if it had only been brought together by a scroll, waxed stamp, and word from the king.

Deep down inside, he wanted to be able to disregard people like that- and throw them away. He’d never admit it, though.

The sun hadn’t even risen yet, but the whirlwind of activity never slept on a day such as this one. Your estate was over a mile away from the bustling city, and yet the cheers could be heard as loudly as the chirping birds outside the windowsill. Your mother must have heard it too, as she appeared in front of your doorway.

“I'm glad that trip wore you out enough to have you sleep in early, I'm afraid that was all the amount of soundful sleep you're going to get until the cheers die down in a few days.” She smiled at your little pout, walking over to you and gently pushing your fists away from your eyes as you rubbed them.

“Nonetheless, I bet you’ll be glad to hear that we get to enter the palace early, so it’s best you get yourself ready now, that is if you want to be princess material.”

“…Do I get to pick out my dress?”

“Of course you do.”

The sun was now peeking above the horizon, almost as if it was hiding from the beautiful chaos to come. The fear collides with the sky in an ethereal array of colors, the exact same array of colors as your dress. A shimmering light yellow, something lighter and purer than golden honey, but just as divine. It’s adorned with coral-like pink colored designs, and the prettiest golden shoes to go along with it. A dress, truly, fit for a princess.

The maid finished the final touches of the curls in your hair, so defined that they bounced on your head whenever you jumped in delight, much to the maid’s displeasure.

The sun had finally crept from its hiding place, now sitting lowly in the sky. It’s still well before noon, and you were stepping outside the estate with your mother’s hand holding your own. She wore a dress similar to your own, but fully yellow. Your father stood in front of you both. He was..suspiciously quiet, to say the very least. It was one thing to be in your own head, but his eyes seemed dark, like he was thinking about one thing only.

However, he snapped out of it when he realized the carriage wasn’t coming as soon as he expected it to.

People with high reputations get invited to the castle far far earlier than commoners get the chance to even get close to it. The earlier you get in depends on your status, and clearly your father thought he’d be escorted by now, and his pride would not allow him to go back inside to wait. Even the butler was starting to get concerned, it had now been over an hour waiting outside. Your mother had tried to persuade him 30 minutes ago, but was met with a rather harsh lecture, and didn’t dare to press further. He wouldn’t allow you two to go back inside either.

Finally, after about an hour and thirty minutes, the carriage arrived at your estate. Luckily the sun still wasn’t high enough in the sky, and the air still had a slight chill to it, so you didn’t overheat too much, it was just a little bit too warm for your liking.

The carriage was beyond anything you’d ever seen. It was laced with gold and diamonds beyond comparison to anything you’d ever seen. It was lavish, and the seats were laced with cold silk, much to your delight.

There were no words to describe the castle, none at all. Well, if you could explain it in one way… large. It took nearly 30 minutes to just get out of the carriage, due to the huge lineup at the side entrance. That was another thing your father hated, that he wasn’t “noble” enough to use the grand front entrance. You couldn’t even register his anger though, as you stepped out of the carriage the only thing you could think about was the sheer size and elegance at the massive structure standing proudly before you eyes. You clutched onto your mother tightly, as it felt as though you’d get lost if you so much as moved an inch from her body.

This was the moment you separated from your father, as though he had other plans, and stuck to your mother, heading towards the ladies’ hall, a portion of the castle where all the noblewoman and their ladies-in-waiting sat together for tea, from what you heard. It was strange though, why didn’t your mother have her own lady in waiting?

When inside the hall, you followed you mother to the room where the commotion was coming from, and were surprised by the sheer elegance of the woman inside. Did they go to galas all day? The ballgowns and tiaras they wore told you so, there was no way they could sit in such attire all day without dying.

You were almost intimidated by them as the silence built up and your mother walked in with you in her grasp. However, a breath of relief washed over you as some of the women smiled at you and your mother with a courtly wave, and a small portion just simply decided to ignore your existence, and go back to whatever conversation they were having moments prior.

Your mother seemed even more relieved as you did, surely feeling the anxiety building up about her own place in the room. She was older, but still had the girlish tendencies of wanting to fit in.

One of the noblewoman was very welcoming, opting to stand up from her loveseat and make her way over to your mother with a warm smile and curtsey. She even smiled down at you, which made your heart leap at the thought of being greeted by a princess.

“I see you’ve come right on time, and you’ve brought us a gift, too.” notioning at you, “she’ll fit in well with all of our children, the little girls out in the garden. It’s safe here, if she wants to play with them.”

Your mother curtseyed back, “I’m sure she’d like that, do you want to go [Y/N]?”

“Mhm!” The lady in front of your mother giggled at you, and notioned her head towards the entrance of the side garden. Your mother nodded at you, giving you permission to go, and so you skipped off.

The garden was filled with children playing and flowers of all colors blooming from every direction. Some children opted to go a little too high on the large garden swing, others chased butterflies, which is what you did. You got along well with a blond-haired blue-eyed girl, her hair tied up in pigtails and wearing a bright blue dress with gold accessories on it. She had some freckles on her face too, as she proclaimed to be “the professional of catching butterflies”. She taught you how to do it as well, and ushered you to catch the white and red colored butterfly, what an interesting color.

So you followed it, as it fluttered away into the forest-like part of the garden, with trees for what felt like miles. There were no children here, except for you and the childish butterfly slipping from your grasp at every chance.

Well, you thought you were the only child, until you heard crying from a distance.

A boy, about 8-9 years old, was sitting under an oak tree with tears in his eyes.

You hated it when people cried, you always ended up crying with them, but you’d try to keep your composure for the sake of this boy.

A light tap on his knee had him flinching, looking up at the person who had just dared to disturb him and his privacy. Almost regretting it, as he didn’t want to scare the intruder with the horrid scar on his face, but to his surprise, you didn’t flinch or widen your eyes at all. He was even more surprised at the person who was in front of him-

It was just a child.

“…What do you want?”

“Why are you crying?”

He didn’t answer your question.

“Is it because you're lonely?” “..No.”

“Are you nervous about the ceremony? I know it’s pretty scary, but can’t you believe how big this place is? As long as you have your parents by your side, you won't get lost! What’s your name?”

You didn’t know who he was, he was sure of that now. Giving away his last time would reveal who he was. He’d never had an outsider talk to him like a normal person before, and he wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the informality, in contrast to the formality that he was forced to drown in all his life, up until now.

“..Shouto. This place is big..but I am used to it.”

“Oh! Do you come here often?? Oh- and my name is [Y/N]!! Unlike you- I am TERRIFIED! I feel like I might get lost here! Like I might get sucked up into a painting or something!”

“..You can’t get stuck in paintings.”

“Of course not silly! I’m just joking!”

“Oh.”

“Uhm.. is it because of your injury? Does it hurt?” you pointed at the scar on his eye. Clearly this wasn’t the best thing to have said, as the boy looks like he’s going to cry again.

“No.. it doesn’t hurt..well..not in that way I don’t think.” His voice is wobbly.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry Shouto. I hope it doesn’t hurt at all. When you grow up, though, I’m sure people will respect you alot with that super duper awesome scar!

“…What?”

“Well..your scar, it looks cool!”

“It..does?” He looked at you like you had grown a second head. He’d never been told that his scar looked cool before. When the incident happened a few years ago, the only thing he was ever met with was horrid looks and fear.

“Of course it does! It’s like you battled one of those big dragons and came back to tell the story! Or- or you're an amazing knight who battled an entire army!”

“A dragon..an army.” He wasn’t frowning anymore, and maybe it was just your imagination, but you swore you saw his lips turn upwards just slightly, thinking about the idea.

“Yeah! Even better if you saved a princess along the way!” That striked an idea to your head, and you began to climb up the tree he was curled under a few moments prior. Only making it to the middle of the tree, you started to faux cry.

“Heeeelp me Shouto!!" The dragon is going to eeeeatt me!!! I’ll become dinner to a hungry dragon!!!”

He looked at you, “There’s no dragon?”

“You have to pretend, silly.”

“Oh, okay.”

He tried his best to climb up the tree, and to your surprise, he did it alot better than you did. He grabbed your hip and pulled you out of the tree, placing you back on your feet.

“You saved me! You are a true heeeero, knight Shouto! The king will surely reward you for your greatness!” with that, you attempted to flash him your best princess smile, you’ve been practicing.

He giggled at you, which nearly surprised himself. It’d been years since he genuinely smiled, let alone laughed at anything.

His laughter was cut short though, with the sound of someone calling your name, in a rather panicked fashion.

“Oh… I have to go..or my mama will be soo mad at me, Shouto.”

“That’s… okay.” He frowned. “You're going to the event, right..?”

“Mhm!” You beamed up at him.

“..What’s your family's name?”

“Uhm.. my last name?”

“Yes.”

“Ohh! It’s [L/N].”

“I see. [F/N],[L/N] is it?” He thought to himself for a moment, then looked at you.

“Yep! That is mee!” You smiled once, again this time he smiled back.”

“[Y/N]!!!” The voice that was calling you got louder this time, startling you both.

With a final wave and a “Goodbye Shouto!! I’ll see you at the ball!” you ran back in the direction you came from, or, where the voice came from? You hoped you were running in the right direction.

“..Goodbye..[Y/N].”

Now he was left by himself again.

Shouto had his own fears and insecurities, all bundled up inside his broken heart and he didn’t have the strength to piece them back together alone. The people alongside him didn’t do much to help, not even his own prestigious family, the ones who were always supposed to be incharge and handle the country with diamond crowns on their heads.

He knew that the same neglectful family would come looking for him soon after they found out he wasn’t isolated in his room like they had thought he had been doing.

And he didn’t think that the one who would even try to piece his heart back together would be a girl 4 years younger than him. That she would make him happy.

Shouto Todoroki was happy with you, and you alone. Even if it was just for a moment, he remembered it well, and he would for the rest of his life.

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pairing : pro-hero shouto x reader

rating : explicit

my fic for the @mybigbangacademia collab with art by @king-bito

warnings : explicit content, oral (fem-receiving), consensual collaring (fem-receiving), shouto chooses what reader wears a few times, minor dom/sub dynamics, drinking, mention of arm injury, mention of minor foot injury, food consumption, references to anxiety, yandere-adjacent todoroki

summary :

As a member of the Todoroki clan, Shouto knows better than anyone all the vile, base, and impulsive things he’s capable of. Too bad you’re something of a lightning rod for every possessive instinct he’s ever had.  What’s worse? You don’t want him to stop.

chapter one (wc 13,000)

chapter two (wc 7,800)

PAID WITH AFFECTION ┊ TODOROKI SHOUTO

tags: GN reader, no quirk au, cuddling services and cuddle buddies, todoroki shouto is an overworked EMT, reader is a cuddle buddy, fluff, strangers to ‘is it ethical to have a crush on your cuddle buddy??!!’ god knows

wc: 1.7k

As an EMT, it was natural that Shouto be conscious of all the things around him — more so than most. After all, the job required quick thinking, keen eyes, a clear head and practiced hands. But for reasons he can’t touch upon, having you stand idly in his genkan wearing a pair of house slippers and an easy smile has his mind repeating a tedious loop, recalling every single coffee ring stain, stray sock, crease and crumb in his apartment with microscopic detail.

“Come in,” he says, lowering his head into a modest bow by way of habit. His voice is mercifully steady. You’re warm, so inviting that it disarms him. “I… I apologise for any mess. My friends requested you with the intention of surprising me”.

“They did leave a note at the end of the application to warn me,” the corner of your mouth lifts further, and you’re looking at him as if you’ve known him far longer than five minutes. Those kind eyes soften and wrinkle, “It was sweet of them to do this for you. But I do want to remind you that you can end our session at any point. I won’t mind”.

Shouto hears your voice, though the words roll over him in a gentle wave. His thoughts are muddied with fatigue, drifting elsewhere. You’ve moved closer but kept appropriate distance, head tilted in both curiosity and concern. Dipping to meet his gaze bids you to peer through your eyelashes, unintentionally demure as you call out to him.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with—?”

“I trust them,” he quietly interrupts. A moment of patient silence passes as he collects himself, tongue peeking to wet his bottom lip, to cushion the words before they leave his mouth. “They wouldn’t do this if they thought I’d be uncomfortable”.

“Still,” you pause, fiddling with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “You have an hour slot with me. Feel free to kick me out at any point”.

Red and white stands fall loose when he nods, resting over the bridge of his nose. Your eyes crinkle, gleaming with far off endearment at his obvious dishevelment. His hair is flat to one side, the impression of his couch cushion pressed pink into his right cheek; pant leg ridden up his calf, the other pooled around his ankles, his once white shirt had stretched in the dryer and now hung below the waist.

There’s the urge to apologise again and explain it away, but he wondered if it would offend you. After all, this was your job — or one of two, according to Midoriya. He’d been far more forthcoming about the whole thing. Shouto wasn’t supposed to find out, but Ochako is not as good at keeping her voice down as she thinks she is.

And Shouto is far nosier than they give him credit for. Slightly obsessive, he admits. If something is out of place, or it doesn’t make sense to him, he will pick at the problem until it bleeds.

Though he wouldn’t call this a problem. Atleast, not yet. The pads of your fingers skim gently over his wrist, squeezing his palm to retain his attention—

This could be the beginning of a big problem.

“This okay?” you apply more pressure and he swallows, overturning his hand so your fingers slide against the shallow of his palm. His heart line is light, curved like a half moon. “Shouto?”

“Sorry,” he tries to conceal a grimace. “I’m not usually like this. It has been a long week”.

“A long month from what I hear,” you add sombrely. Another reassuring squeeze. “But that’s what I’m here to help with”.

Shouto worried his inner lip between his teeth. “I’m not really… sure how these things are supposed to work,” he admits, disliking the uncertainty of it, not knowing how to find his footing.

“Well. How about I go over the fine print?” you hold him properly, knuckles entwined, the heel of your hand tucks against his life line. He can’t quite remember the last time he was shown such… casual affection.

Patients held him all the time — the younger ones, usually. Gripping his forearms, counting his fingers, braiding the colours in his hair. His friends were touchy, but his introverted tendencies often meant boundaries were assumed rather than asked for.

This is different. It feels as if he has missed a step climbing the stairs.

“Erotic or sexual behaviour is not permitted for the client nor the cuddler,” you continue, taking his silence as permission. “No use of tongue or teeth, no touching of genitals or intimate areas. And no nudity”.

“Right,” he rasps. Sex might be less unnerving than this.

“Your body will sometimes react to stimuli on its own. I understand that that alone is not a sign of consent or violation of the rules,” heat thrums under the skin of his cheeks as you level him with a kind look. “Just make sure to talk to me if anything is wrong, okay?”

“That’s a lot of rules for something as simple as cuddling”.

“Guess so. But they’re to keep us both safe,” you step closer. Something swoops in his belly, and his fingers twitch reflexively in your grasp. “We don’t need to jump right into it, either. We can sit and talk, if you like”.

God. The world is awash with colour, all because you’re in it. A sweet stranger. Todoroki Shouto, the loneliest man in the UA emergency unit. What his friends must think of him. He has reached a new low if they’d felt the need to hire someone to hug him.

Midoriya’s gentle voice reached his ears. Apologetic, but without the apology. Sorry that he wasn’t sorry. “I know it’s unorthodox, but you should give it a try, Shou. I mean, cuddles are great for your health!”

To which Ochako had added, “Yeah, Todoroki! Set an example!”

Conceding to his best friends wishes, the pair of you walk over to the couch. The cushions are wide enough for two bodies to lie comfortably. They yield under your shared weight, an embrace in itself. He couldn’t count the many nights spent sleeping here instead of his bed.

Your thighs are pressed together, body heat seeping through the fabric of his sweatpants. You’ve kept your hands locked together where they rest in your lap. Cautiously, he runs his thumb over your knuckles and finds no discomfort, only happiness at his reciprocation.

“Do you do this a lot?” he blurts, followed by a wince. “I mean—”

“I’ve been doing this for half a year,” you tell him amusedly. “Even so, I don't have many clients. I’m a little picky, and most of them only need a session or two if they’re going through something”.

Picky. That tidbit makes him happier than he thinks it should. “I’m glad I passed your vetting process, then,” he says.

“So am I,” you return. Your body shifts to give him your full attention. Eyes, chest, knees turning. A hand smooths over his wrist again, right to the crook of his elbow. “Your friends told me how hard you’ve been working. I’m happy to do this for you”.

Whatever this will be. Is he supposed to lean into you naturally and wrap his own arms around you? Would it be inappropriate to rest his head on your chest? He glances to your lap, a thread of longing woven through his heart as it flutters. It looks comfortable there. The thought pulls on his fatigue until it covers him like a blanket.

Unbeknownst to him, you have followed his line of sight to the spot where your bodies connect. His posture droops, shoulders falling forward. Your smile softens with realisation. “Shall we start off by having you rest in my lap?”

Shouto blinks away the haze, eyes imperceptibly wider. “Is that alright?”

You hum your assent. The sound is low, melodic, a hint of fondness. A beautiful stranger in his home, so at home; something about that relaxes him.

Shouto is anything but graceful when he flops onto your thighs, body draping along the sofa. He mutters a bashful apology that you wave away with a laugh, steadying his head while you recline into the back cushions.

Your thighs are plush, indelibly soft. They’re yours. You smell a little familiar; it prods unhelpfully at an old memory. A faceless silhouette he passed in the street, maybe an old patient. You must use the same scent, he thinks. That reel of film is soon overwritten with images of you, body curled above him as you reach for the throw draped over the back of the couch.

“Sleep, Shouto,” you murmur. “I’ll wake you when the session is over”.

His drawn out sigh of relief feels warm against your abdomen. The tension lessons with every minute that passes, dwindling into contentment as the rigidity seeps from his bones. Sinew becomes wet sand, heavy in his limbs, the muscles in his face falling slack so that his lips part. The corner of his mouth is wet.

Your fingers thread into his hair. They’re tender at his scalp, nails lightly scratching at the roots, combing front to back. A shiver runs through him when you reach the nape of his neck, curling the soft short strands around your fingertip.

Shouto finds himself fighting sleep despite your instruction. His consciousness wanes, reaching the surface for breath before he’s submerged again. He wanted to be awake for this, just a while longer.

That’s the last thing he recalls before the chime of your alarm. He startled in place and shied away from the noise, tucking himself into your stomach without much thought, realising his actions only as you began to shake with laughter. To a sleep addled Shouto, it might be the most pleasant thing he has ever heard.

“I take it you slept well?” you teased.

Shouto takes in the span of his ceiling. The sun has started to set, shadows stretching across the room. Simultaneously, five minutes and five years had passed in the span of a single nap.

That might be the best he has slept all year. And he concludes, perhaps, his brain-to-mouth filter still has yet to reconnect. Midoriya can answer for it later.

“Would it be unethical of me to book your entire calendar?”

in cinders | masterlist

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 24,362 words

summary: You’re just trying to fairy godmother your best friend into a happily ever after. If only the prince would stop hanging around and cooperate.

tags: cinderella AU, prince!Shouto, romance, misunderstandings, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

chapter links:

one

two

three

four

five

six

seven

eight

nine

deleted scenes: (requests for short drabbles related to the fic)

How did Shouto react when he saw the reader had disappeared from the ball?

*SPOILER* What was Shouto & the reader’s wedding night like?

cross posted on ao3: here

how to mend a broken heart

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader & Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 8424

A/N: my first time posting on tumblr so pls be gentle lmao thanks

It was strange- the way his crimson eyes linger over the cute bubbly girl off in the distance. Was he even looking at her or was he staring off in her direction? Did he even notice he was zoning out? “Earth to Katsuki.” You say, eyes never leaving his face. You could see it. His eyes following her every move and when she smiled- a faint pink dusted his cheeks. Did he even notice you next to him? “Katsuki.” You say a little louder this time, giving him a poke on his arm. 

“Holy fuck!” He growls, head snapping around, eyes glaring but instantly softening as soon as he realizes who it is. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” 

“You like her?” You tease. It wasn’t possible right? The Great Bakugou Katsuki has a crush on Uraraka? “Shut the hell up.” 

Oh. He didn’t deny it. 

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Deceiving the Duke | Master List

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader status: coming soon! length: est. 30,000 words | 9 chapters

summary: When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a lady’s maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.

tags/warnings: romance, regency au, class differences, hidden identity/identity porn, aged up characters, eventual smut

chapter links:

one - ETA March 31

two - ETA April 1

three - ETA April 2

four - ETA April 3

five - ETA April 4

six - ETA April 5

seven - ETA April 6

eight - ETA April 7

nine - ETA April 8

cross-posted on ao3: Link TBA!

Part of the Romancing the Reader collab with @ofmermaidstories and @cat-slippered

i'll find my way (back to you) | todoroki x reader | masterlist

pairing - todoroki shouto x reader

summary -

Your life is going the way you want it to - a restaurant of your own, great friends and a mostly successful escape from the clutches of canon. It’s just the infuriatingly attractive and interested Pro Hero that complicates things.

(Todoroki Shouto x Reader: the one where you realize that dodging the world of Heroes is impossible. Especially when you’ve got Todoroki popping up at every turn.)

disclaimer - I am not Japanese and I am not a chef. This fic is the result of a lot of thinking and research. Isekai/reincarnation also plays an important role in the story so just keep that in mind.

chapter links

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cross-posted on ao3 here

conspire | masterlist

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 13,307 words

summary: Shouto Todoroki had definitely only asked you out in order to ward off his horde of interested suitors. So why does he keep actually taking you out on suspiciously realistic dates?

tags: romance, reader-insert, fake dating, misunderstandings

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

chapter links:

one

two

three

four

five

cross posted on ao3: here

vested interest | masterlist

pairing: Todoroki Shouto/Reader

summary: You’d just thought Shouto was absent minded, accidentally leaving behind a jacket or a sweater or his vest. You didn’t realize this was a thing. (In which Todoroki Shouto—despite his quirk—has zero chill, and uses his clothes to ward off other men.)

length: 19,500 words | 5 chapters

tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, shouto is a little shit

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, slightly possessive behavior

chapter links:

one: coat and run

two: in-vest-ed

three: for hood measure

four: well-suited

five: all buttoned up

fix extras:

What happens when Reader finally tries to return Shouto’s jacket?

What was chapter 4 like from Shouto’s POV?

cross posted on ao3: here

can’t stop laughing, sorry

😔🤚🏼pls

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 8)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8- you’re reading it!

~Chapter 8~

As you walk into the party, your hand on Shoto's arm, you're overwhelmed with senses, A nice, slow background music wafts around the large ballroom from a piano in the corner, The smell of wine and bakery items straight out of the oven drifts to your nose. You discreetly look around to find the sorce of the heavenly smell. As you glance around, you fully realize just how many people were here- it seemed like the whole kingdom! Well, concidering the occasion, it wouldn't be surprising it most of the important nobles were invited.

As Shoto led you further into the ballroom, you made note of the lavish decorations. To one side of the ballroom was a banquet table with delicious pastries and wine- just what you were looking for! To the other side, standing tales for guests to mingle. The walls were decorated with velvet red curtains for the beautiful windows. And ahead of you, a raised platform with thrones.

King Enji and Queen Rei were sitting on their respective thrones, chatting with Natsou and Fuyumi, who had managed to squirm through the crowd ahead of you, "Ready?" Shoto's soft voice broke you at of your daze. You took a deep breath and forced a smile onto your face- though you hoped that he couldn't tell that it warsn't entirely forced. "About as ready as I'll be. You?" He smiled slightly at your cheeky response. "Let's get this done and over with Shall we?" And just like that, his stoic mask was back as you two climbed up the stairs to the raised platform.

POV CHANGE- SHOTO

As he held Y/N’s hand, all he could think was "act normal, act normal”, trying to act like his heart wasn't beating out of his chest He towed her behind him as he passed through the crowd to his father, He politely nodded at all the Dukes and Duchesses, Marions and Marionettes, Nobles and other important people as he passed by. As he glanced up at the platform, he saw his two siblings in their own thrones on king Enji's side. And to his mother's side, a new throne was next to his. It must be for Y/N L/N. Well, that was her name for a little while longer. By the end of the week, she would be Y/N Todoroki, A shiver went up his spine at the thought.

Once they got up to the raised platform, he bowed to his father and nodded to his mother. His father tapped - well, tapped is an understatement. More like banged - his scepter on the marble floor to get everyone's attention. His mother slipped him a small white velvetly box with an encouraging smile. He didn't hear what his father was saying as he ran his thumb over the box. The box with the ring- no, their ring in it. he sighed under his breath as he tuned into what his father was saying. "-this alliance marriage..." of course he would call it that. "… between Y/N L/N and my son, Shoto Todoroki, will strengthen the bonds between our kingdoms.” Then his father turned to him, their eyes meeting for a split second, "The ring, Son." How does your own father calling you ‘son' sound so wrong? Though he nodded as he opened the box.

He watched as her eyes sparkled upon seling the ring, her face a light pink color. He looked down at the ring, silently studying it. And he couldn't lie, it really was quite beautiful, It had two stones, cut into the shape of a heart. (how ironic) One stone was his birthstone, a sparkling Garnet, And the other was what he assumed was her birthstone, a lovely (). He reached for her hand. He chuckled as he watched her quickly wipe her hand on her dress, an endearing habit, before letting him take your hand. Then he took the ring out of the box, setting the box on a small table. Although his father was talking, he paid no mind as he slid the ring on her finger. Then he smiled at her flustered expression and brought her hand to his lips, pressing a light, lingering kiss to her knuckles right next to her lips. he watched as your face flushed a brighter pink - if that was even possible, He smiled as he dropped her hand back to her side. Maybe if he could male her face pink everyday, this wouldn't be so bad. But, just two days until the real hellhole-the wedding.

~Notes from me~

Hey my crazies! I was a little too motivated last night and I typed this up!! It's super long to make up for my month-long break from writing! I hope you guys like this, it took my an hour or so bc y'know, writers block. I was having trouble with this chapter bc I have never been to a wedding or engagement party haha

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 7)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7- you’re reading it! Chapter 8

~Chapter 7~ Your eyes flutter open as you feel warmth leave your body. You whine at the sudden coldness and rub sleep from your eyes. "Morning Sleepyhead.” A deep, husky voice -obviously morning voice - made your eyes jolt open and focus on Shoto's face hovering over you "Akk!" You yelp in surprise, jolting up, holding your hand to your heart "holy-" cough "what the heck?!” Shoto chuckles and clears his throat as you feel blood wishing to your cheeks.

“You fell asleep on me, princess, " his soft voice says with a hint of playfulness as he moves off of you. You grumble something under your breath "Well, you might as wel get used to it. I'm sure your father will insist on us sharing a bed after the marriage ceremony." His playful expression disappears almost instantly and his gaze fixes on his hands in his lap. You sigh and open your mouth to apologize but are interuptted by a knock on the door.

"Come in" Shoto mumbles, still in his sour mood from your comment, before you can protest. Fuyumi pokes her head in, standing in silence for a moment as she takes in the scene.

You, a blushing mess, and Shoto, both of you on his bed. "oooh~" she coos, walking in and shutting the door behind her " you two lovebirds have some explaining to do~" She smirks as the two of you glare at her "What is it, Fuyumi?" Shoto mumbles, crossing his arms and looking the other way, pouting.

"Oh, right!" Fuyumi snaps her fingers, "I'm here to collect Y/N for her dress fitting.” She seems to notice your confused expression and she giggled, "Today's your engagement party, silly!" You mentally smack your head, You were so distracted by the current situation that you completely forgot!

5 hours later, you were bring dragged through hallways by Fuyumi, who was rambling on and on about how pretty the dress looked on you. Soon enough, the two of you stopped in front of an extravagent obsidian door. "Where the hell are they?! " Fyumi grumbles, releasing your wrist from her grasp. "Right Here," Shoto's familiar voice came from behind you he was wearing a red and white tux with a tie the opposite, His face loked a little more flustered then usual. He coughed after a few moments of awkward silence and spoke softly, offering his arm to you "You look very pretty, Y/N..." You took his aim with a soft giggle. You look very handsome too. Shall we?" you nadded to the door.

Shoto blushed slightly when you mentioned he was handsome but quickly snapped out of it and nodded, pushing open the large obsidian doors, revealing the lively engagement party…

~Notes from me~

I got super distracted 😂 so sorry! Me and my new friend from camp are writing another fanfic so this got put to the side, so, I decided to write this chapter longer then usual 😃 thanks so much for your support so far on this fanfic! It means so much to me ❤️

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 6)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6- you're reading it! Chapter 8

~Chapter 6~

You hardly remember what happened after dinner ended. But, Somehow you're in your bed- In the Todoroki castle -you realize after a moment. you jolt up in bed, glancing around the room. the first thing you notice is that the sun is setting outside the window. Must be late evening now. The next thing you notice is that the door separating your room and Shoto’s room is wide open. Shoto. Your fiance. He's sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard, reading,

You slide out of bed and glance at Shoto, who's still reading. He hasn't noticed you yet. You groggily make your way to his room. As soon as you step foot into his room, he glances up at you from his book looking right into your eyes. His hetrochermia eyes are so pretty... you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. oh! You must look like a blushing idiot. He smiles and scoots over on his bed, patting the space next to him. Your eyes widen. He- He's actually... o-okayyy. You don't hesitate and suddenly you're at his side. he puts his book down and leans slightly on you. If it's even possible to blush more, you're done it.

You sigh, "so, engagement party tomorrow?" he groans, "yep. Just a whole lot of drunk adults." You nod. Good thing you don't drink. "Don't take this the wrong way, I mean you're Super nice and all..." you trail off. "You don't want to get married?" he suggests. Your eyes widen in surprise and you nod. he looks down at his hands.

"I think that it's fine that you don't want to get married" he starts. his voice soft. “l'm not exactly estatic either. But, is there really anything we can do about it? My father is pretty set on us getting married." You glance up at him. "mine too." you rest your head on his shoulder and you can feel him stiffen at your touch but then wrap his arm around your shoulders, mindlessly rubbing your arm. “

So," You break the silence "how exactly did I manage get from the dining room all the way up here? because I don't remember a thing!" There's a few moments of silence before Shot's melodious laugh fills the air.

"Seriously!"

"What happened!?"

~Notes from me~

I’m back with chapter 6!! 😝 How are yall doing? I hope that the story is coming along well! How do yall think y/n got up to the room 😏? Anyway, camp is next week so, I might not be able to finish but I will try to post during camp (maybeeee) anyway, thanks so much for reading these ❤️

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 5)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5- you're reading it! Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

~Chapter 5~

Your eyes dart around the dining hall, looking at all the tapestries around the room. You try not to meet Shoto's eyes and try to act natural. Your father's bellowing laugh and Shoto's father's almost sinister laugh send a shiver down your spine. A waiter brings a plate of salad for you and you just stare at it. Do they really think that all princesses eat is salad? So stereotypical. Personally, you don't like salad. You'll eat it if it has meat or other stuff in it but this type of salad? No way. You tap your mother's arm and once you have her attention, you point to your salad. Without saying anything, your mother seems to understand. She calls the waiter over and, to your relief, the waiter leaves to bring back something else.

"YIN." Your eyes dart to king Enji."Tomorrow will be your engagement party to Shoto," You notice Shoto shifting in his seat, uncomfortable. "Then, two days later will be the wedding." You blink a few times before your brain processes this.

"Oh-Okay." You manage to mutter out. He nods and continues,

"After that, you will fully move in with Shoto as a marred couple, " Your brain freezes. 'Married couple' ... he had to use those words. He proceeds to ask a bunch of preferences on the party, such as type of flowers and color, which your mother happily answers for your sake.

~Notes from me~

This one isn't as long as usual but, I managed to whip up this filler in half hour (because I was listening to music... you know what I mean)😏 but, I actually like the idea that Y/N is shy when talking about the marriage but is really outgoing otherwise.🤩 Anyway, next post will hopefully be another long one but it will come out in two or three days.😃I'm hoping to finish this fanfic before I go to camp.😂

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 4)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

~Quick note: this chapter is written in a different POV! I hope yall like it!~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4- you're reading it! Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

~Chapter 4~

He pulled the girl behind him as he gave her the grand tour of the castle, occasionally announcing the dining hall, grand hall, or some painting, He would stop then for a few minutes so the girl could look at the said item or place. It wasn't until they stopped at a balcony that he thought to ask the gin's name.

She hurried over to the balcony, leaning over the edge. He smiled slightly but then realized and quickly fixed his face back to his normal stok expression. He took a breath and then casually walled over to her, putting his hand on the small of her back, He could feel her surprise when he touched her but didn't react. "So," he started, " I never caught your name" She turned so she was facing him and he was forced to let go of her. "Well, I'm YIN. I was expecting that you'd already know my name, since ... y’know."

He cringed because he knew exactly what she was talking about- The arranged marriage.

She had such an energetic and feisty voice, it made his cold heart -no pun intended- flutter with joy. He had to fight back the urge to smile. He thought to himself, "Oh come on Shoto, Toughen up! You are a rock, You won't - oh damn, she's hot." He was just fighting a losing battle in his mind. He eventually gave in and allowed the corners of his mouth to turn up into a smile.

The girl, YIN, noticed his smile and her face lit up. "So, I saw there was a garden or something down there" She leaned over the edge again and he had the urge to steady her again, To protect this sweet girl. He restrained from putting his hand on her back again, But instead, he leaned against the railing next to her. He looked down. Oh. She was talking about his mother's royal garden. "We can go down and look, I suppose." He said nonchalantly, knowing what she was going to ask. She grinned and grabbed his hand, pink dusting her cheeks. though, he couldn’t tell if it was makeup or not.

She dragged him out into the hallway "Come on! Which way is it?" She wasn't visibly flustered, which surprised him. Usually girls would be a flustered mess by this point - with all he's done. Who knows. Maybe this girl is different.

Within a few minutes, they were down at the ground level, walking through the gardens. She was just so beautiful , walking next to the flowers and trailing her fingers along the stems, he let himself smile and picked a blue tulip from a tulip bush. He caught up to her and slipped it behind her ear, his hand grazing her shoulder. Her hand went up to the tulip and she smiled at him. Her face was now glowing pink, "cute.." was all he could think. They continued wandering through the gardens hand in hand with pink faces.

~Notes from me~

so, I typed up a little longer chapter today because I’ve been slacking off 😅 but, I hope you like it! I had some big time writers block so I decided to plan out the entire fanfic 😝. I have decided that there will be 14 chapters at least. Maybe more! Next chapter will hopefully be coming out in two or three days!

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 3)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3-you're reading it! Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

~Chapter 3~

"They'll be perfect for each other!" Fuyumi exclaimed, "I' finally have a sister!" "Sister-in-law," Natsou corrected.

"Ugh, They're basically the same!" Fuyumi whined, "Kids!” King Enji's booming voice shut them up and at the same time, snapped you out of your trance. You looked at Shoto for another minute, enjoying the sight, before pulling your hand away from his grasp.

King Enji sighed and grumbled something under his breath before addressing your parents. You couldn’t help out glance at Shoto again, who looked like a sad puppy from king Enji interrupting his ‘moment’ with you. So cute! "I will show the King and queen to their quarters for their stay, " King Enji's voice made you avert your gaze away from Shoto.

"In the meantime, Shoto and Y/N will get... aquatinted with each other." You had a feeling you knew what he meant by that. Not a bad feeling, per se. More like a OMG-butterflies-are-doing-flips-in-my-stomach type of feeling.

Your mother turned to you and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead "good luck" she whispered into your ear. You managed a weak smile before she took your father's arm and pressed their lips together -ew!! Then she declared that she was ready to go. King Enji lead your parents away while Queen Rei ushered ben Shoto's siblings away, not before giving shoto an encouraging smile. Soon, you were left alone on the on castle steps with Shoto, You gulped and glanced at Shoto expectingly.

~Chapter 3.5~

He waited another moment before looking at you. he held out his hand and spoke for the first time since you arrived, "Shall we go?" His voice was soft and gentle like his mother. It was comforting while it also had a bit of authority to it, like his father, giving of a sense of protectiveness. You stared at his hand for a minute before smiling and putting your smaller hand in his. he exhaled- almost in relief and smiled back. He gently squeezed your hand and lead you into the castle...

~Notes from me~ Don't you guys just loveee cliffhangers? 😂 Sorry about that but I mean, I gotta get you hooked somehow. For the next part, I think It’ll come out in maybe in two days. But I know some of you guys like smut (maybe not but I’ve seen it everywhere) but I will not be writing smut. 😔 Just a little warning. ❤️ you guys!!

Polar Opposites - A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (chapter 2)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~

~ Warnings: none :) ~

~Chapter 2~

You begrudgingly take the cariage drivers hand as he helps you down from the carriage. Honestly, you think that you could've gotten down just fine by yourself but it isn't "ladylike" or "polite". As the carriage driver helps down your mother and father, you discreetly wiped your hands on your dress. You gaze at the castle, with its extravegant designs and towering steeples. You watch as the large obsidian doors slowly open and the royal family of the western isles make their way out. (Touya's story is still the same, btw) You recognize king Enji and his wife, Queen Rei, and their daughter, Princess Fumuyi, she was fiddling around with her necklace, and was obviously uncomfortable in her dress. You had a feeling that the two of you would be good friends. Then were the two boys, one of them her fiance, the other his brother. You were busy trying to decide which was which when your mother elbowed you gently.

Your head snapped back to her and you rolled your eyes.

Your father gave you "the look" and the three of you started climbing the bazillion steps up to the royal family of the western isles.

Chapter 2.5

You awkwardly curtsy- well, awkward compared to your mother -in front of the royal family of the westem isles, while your father bows. King Enji nods and then completely ignores you and your mother, chatting away with your father, Queen Rei must be used to this because she steps up and greets the two of you, introducing you to her children. You soon discovered that your fiance was the quieter, cuter one. You secretly weren't dreading this marriage as much. At least you'l have a cute husband, And his eyes- don't get me started on his eyes, you feel like you could stare into them for days.

You smile at your fiance, not expecting a response from the stoic prince. To your surprise, the corners of his lips curled up in a half-smile. He took your hand gently and leaned down, bringing it to his lips, and pressing a soft, kiss against your knuckles. He doesn't even break eye contact.

Your thoughts were going WILD, "Oh. My. Gosh."

"Am I falling for him?!" "No way" "His lips are so soft?"

You didn't even notice the outside world now. You didn't even notice that you were blushing like a strawberry.

You didn't even notice that your family and his were both going crazy...

~Notes from me~

Officially my second fanfic chapter 🥳! I hoped y’all liked it! I’m good at fanfics in my head but as soon as I sit down to actually write it, I have an ADHD moment (no offence to people who have ADHD). Anyway, thank you to my friend who was constantly texting me while I was writing this 🥲

Chapter 1 Chapter 2- You’re reading it! Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (chapter 1)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

~Intro~

You were the princess of the eastern isles while he was the prince of the western isles. You were known for beauty and kindness while he was known for a stoic and intimidating personality, You were quite adventurous and daring while he preferred to stick to the rules. The list of differences goes on and on. You two are complete polar opposites, Somehow, looking past all of that, your fathers had a so-called "brilliant" idea to arrange a marriage. You couldn't even protest because you were of age to get married…

~Chapter 1~

"You must be polite. Act like a lady for once, Don’t..." You rolled your eyes as your mother trailed off about things you should and shouldn't do. Your head rested on the window of the royal carriage, occasially nodding to pretend you were actually listening. "Y/N! Are you listening?" your mom's voice snapped you out of your trance, "What did I just say?" When you didn't respond, she sighed and smoothed down her dress, "It's important you make a good impression on the Todoroki family" You just groan out of annoyance.

"Yes, Yes, I understand mother" your voice is quiet and you let your locks of curly hair fall over your face. No chance you were letting your own mother see the sadness on your face- the despair of being married off -for all things, a stupid frendship treaty. A way to prove their friendship. So dumb.

~Notes from me~

I have ABSOLUTELY NO experience writing fanfics so, I hope this is good 🥲 hopefully next part will be out in a few days but I get random writers block 😔 thanks for reading 😃!!

Chapter 1- you’re reading it! Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8