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motzgurke · 2 years

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Could you do another scenario of Shoto with his wifey and babies? I love the way you write them, so cute!

Another one with the baby beans. And I added a bit of Prince Shoto for my own personal desires <3

Words: ~5700

A bit angsty, mostly comfort and fluff, mentions of blood and injuries

„Mommy, can I have more apples?”, Yukio asks shyly and holds his empty plate in your direction. You nodded with a gentle smile and prepared him another few slices which the white-haired boy happily accepted. As you hold the other half of the apple in your hand you turn to his twin brother, “You want some too?” But the red-haired boy shook his head, rubbing his stomach and leaning back into his chair, “ ‘M full, mommy.” You laughed at Koichi’s cute gesture and took a bite from the green cheeked apple, ignoring how your husband stared at the cup of tea in his hand.

You tried to hide how much your argument with Shoto the previous night still affected you and focused all your attention on your boys. As much as it hurt you, the last thing you wanted was to give in to one of your husband’s fits, not this time, so instead, you pushed your inner turmoil aside and ate with your family, pretending everything was alright. While Koichi was his usual bubbly self, entertaining his dad with his adventures in the daycare Yukio seemed to be even more silent than usual. He never was energetic like his brother but the way he was even more introverted made you fear he noticed the distant behavior between you and Shoto and was suffering from keeping it to himself. Your heart clenched at his downcast expression half-heartedly chewing on an apple slice.

When dinner was over Shoto had offered to clean the dishes, leaving you to prepare the boys for the night but you weren’t sure if you could keep yourself together any longer with the sad look on your boys face. As much as you wanted to comfort him and tell him everything was going to be fine you couldn’t, not when you weren’t sure how to feel anymore, so you left your husband with the kids and did the clean-up yourself.

The argument had started so simply, while you sat on the bed changing a bandaged injury you got that day Shoto paced nervously around the bedroom until you caught his hand in annoyance. When you asked him what was wrong he had just pulled away from your hold, mumbling something, and dropped down on his side of the bed ignoring your attempts to seek his touch by scooting closer to the edge. The air was cold, he had his moments before but none of them had resulted in him pushing you away. You felt like you were pressuring him, and the way he shut you out made your insides twist. So to give him some room to calm down you got up, taking your blanket with you, but when you pushed the handle he was suddenly sitting up and you stopped dead in your tracks.

The look he was giving you was shocking, with a cold stare fixed on your wrapped arm and shoulder you finally understood what was bothering him. The wound you got that day was a nasty burn made by none other than your husband as you had pushed yourself in his attack range, including the villain that had caught in his hold. It was drastic action and if you had the possibility you would have gone for another option, but in that second you panicked, prioritizing the civilian’s life over your own. At the end of the day the villain was caught, your burn was the only acknowledgeable collateral damage and you returned to the agency filing the reports before you headed home.

Shoto hadn’t spoken a single word since you had thrown yourself into his flames and that evening he seemed to break, vocalizing his dislike of the actions you took and pushing all his built-up frustration on you. To some degree, you understood his behavior, but when he demanded from you to consider a change into a less dangerous proficiency, suggesting that you weren’t fit enough to be a hero anymore you snapped and answered his rude comments with some of your own. A lot of the things you both had said that night were absolutely over the top, the only goal of trying to push your arguments by insulting the other had of course ended in frustration.

Now that you had a quiet moment for yourself while cleaning the dishes you regretted the things you said and how you unleashed your stress on him. It wasn’t fair to insult him for being protective and worried, but the way he had worded his opinion stroked your heart like an arrow. As much as you wanted to fall into his arms again, forgetting the horrible things you both said your pride wasn’t letting you give in first. He was the one underestimating you, so he should be the one to apologize.

But the longer this kept going you felt worse, the most distressing part was playing happy family, not dragging your children into your adult problems, but of course, your smart Yukio had to notice your behavior change. The boy seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to understanding how people were feeling around him, and while most of the time you appreciated how he was able to take care of his more boisterous brother with this ability, you now regretted gulping down your feelings instead of discussing them with your husband. If you and Shoto would be a bit more mature your son would be able to laugh like a child was supposed to.

With a determined snort, you finished the cleaning and hurried down the hallway to give your boys a good-night kiss, apologizing to your white-haired bean for worrying him and settling things with your husband. Or at least that’s what you had planned to do, but when you reached their shared bedroom you stopped, listening to the voices of your family.

Inside Shoto was holding Koichi’s pajama for him, waiting for his small hands to reach into the sleeves so he could pull the fabric over the boys had. When the red-haired wouldn’t follow his father’s commands and instead continued to fool around Shoto played a bit around with him until his son finally was exhausted enough to change into his night clothes. You smirked as you heard the soft giggles and your husband’s playful voice, he always had a soft spot for his children and rather joined them in fooling around than actually scolding them.

Yukio seemed to obediently do as Shoto said judging by the silence and the shuffling of clothes that followed. As your curiosity grew while you listened you peeked through a gap in the doorway, watching how Shoto easily held the twins in his arms and placed them in their respective beds. As he ruffled Koichi’s red strands he leaned closer and planted a soft kiss on the boy’s forehead, making the smaller giggle. “Sleep well, my little Spark.” Shoto grinned as his child turned cherry red and pouted adorably at the use of his nickname, then he walked over to Yukio who was cuddling a plushie of your husband in his hero costume, and tugged the smaller one into his soft blanket.

As he did before, he leaned down and kissed his son’s forehead wishing him sweet dreams, but a tiny hand grabbed his sleeve and prevented him from leaving when he got up. Confused Shoto turned around, “Something wrong, snowflake? Do you need to go to the toilet again?” The boy averted his eyes and pulled tighter on his dad’s sleeve, making him sit down on the edge of the bed. “How can I help you?”, Shoto asked concerned, combing through the boy’s silky white strands.

With a tinge of pink on his chubby cheeks, Yukio turned back to his father and hugged his plushie tighter. “Wanna hear a story”, he murmured but seeing how Shoto’s gaze softened he probably understood him well enough. Your husband seemed to hesitate and his features scrunched, “I ask your mother to tell…” The child jolted up before he could finish and threw himself on Shoto’s lap who blinked at the sudden approach. “No”, your son pleaded and you watched interestedly how your usual more level-headed child seemed to lose his temper, “Daddy tells the story! Please!”

Shoto was obviously surprised by the sudden outburst but another attempt to bring you in was refused as Yukio’s warm grey eyes teared up. Immediately your husband rocked the child in his arms and gave in with a tired sigh. He wasn’t really good with things like this, his imagination was limited while you were able to describe the most wondrous places and creatures. Now that he didn’t have a choice but to concede to his son’s plea he found himself as nervous as the day they were born, unsure how to approach this new mission.

Fortunately, the white-haired boy was helping him out by guiding his father to settle against the headboard, snuggling into his side, and waving his still pouting brother over to join them. Shoto opened his arms and held the twins in his arms as he tried to remember how you would start a story. When nothing came up and he felt grey and turquoise eyes watching him expectantly he sighed and did the only thing that would save him from further embarrassment. “What kind of story would you like to hear?”

The boys looked at each other before Koichi took the initiative, “Fairy tale. Mommy always tells a fairy tale with… hm… fairies! And knights, and princes…” Shoto thinks for a second and then an idea pops up in his mind. “Alright”, he cleared his throat and tried to imagine a scenery that would be benefitting his story, and luckily, the first thing that came to his mind was one of a majestic castle on a hill he had visited with you during your honeymoon in Germany.

“Once upon a time, there lived a lonely prince in a castle in the mountains…” “What did he look like?”, Koichi interrupted with an excited glimmer in his eyes but instead of Shoto Yukio answered by displaying his plushie to them, “like this.” With a smirk, Shoto nodded and continued, taking the doll from his son and moving it playfully around. “While the prince lived in a beautiful castle, surrounded by everything he could wish for he had never felt true happiness. While on the outside his life seemed to perfect, he was actually in great distress.” The twins’ faces dropped empathetically. “But thy?”, Yukio asked and snuggles closer to his dad’s side making the man smile at the sweet gesture.

“Because he was cursed. While his father, the mighty king, was aiming to be the greatest he needed more power to fulfill his desires. And doing so resulted in aiming for a child with magical tendencies, that could keep up with his own fiery magic. So he searched and searched until he found himself a suitable wife and produced heir after heir, until one day, his pleas were answered.”

“A fire king? Sounds like grandpa”, Koichi wondered and you choked down a laugh, imagining Shoto’s reaction to his obvious description while you listened from the hallway. “You think so?”, Shoto played dumb and returned to his story.

“Anyways, the king actually succeeded in his attempt when his third son was born. But in his egoistic happiness, he failed to realize that this child was not only blessed with the desired powers but also with a curse to punish the king for his self-serving desires. And on the night of his fifth birthday, the prince and king discovered the nature of the curse…”

“Father…”, the boy was pleading and reached his trembling hand out for the king. The man was staring back at his golden child with pure shock carved on his face. This was wrong, this, that thing, was not what he was aiming for.

Everything had gone so well until now. The ice magic the prince had inherited from his mother was already powerful, but now, that the magic of his flames was descending onto his son things went terribly wrong. Shoto was screaming in pain as black scales appeared on the left side of his body, covering his soft cheeks and boyish features beneath razor-sharp teeth and claws, suffocating the bright flames in absolute darkness.

“Father, it hurts. It hurts!”, the prince screamed again and hunched over, the claws ripping at his flesh as his hands buried in his white hair and the few remaining strands of his red side. As blood dripped from the child’s skin the king paled, knowing that the monstrosity before him was his creation.

From that day on the cursed prince was kept hidden from the world, so no one would ever know that he abused his title and created a monster, born from his own egoistic desires.

Shoto stopped when a tear ran down Yukio’s cheek and he put the plushie back into his arms, shushing his silent crying by tenderly stroking his hair. “Why is the king so rude to his son? He did nothing wrong”, Koichi scolded the imagination of the king and gained a gentle squeeze from his dad. “I don’t know. Sometimes we can’t understand the reasoning behind people’s actions.” Shoto knew that the small boy wouldn’t understand fully what he meant and hopefully, he never had to make such an experience, at least not as long as he was there to protect his children from any harm. The second you had gifted him his two miracles he had sworn to be the best father, and husband, he could be for his family. Never would he become like his father, keeping his loved ones from fulfilling their dreams.

Speaking of which a thought stroke his mind. “Maybe you should step back from the pro hero career.” Shoto had regretted saying this to you the second the words left his mouth. You instantly had paled and waited for a response, but he had been too shocked to answer you, to explain, that he was only concerned for your wellbeing since you were hurt by his flames, but you had already started to growl, leaving him no room to right his mistake.

The poking of tiny fingers made him look at his twin sons. “What happened to the prince?” With a slight shake of his head, he grounded himself again and continued the story, reminding himself he desperately needed to talk to you when the boys were asleep.

“When the king saw what he had done to his child he snapped and locked the prince in the castle, hiding him from his own family. Only a few servants and the king himself were allowed to interact with him, so the prince grew up in empty hallways filling his heart with loneliness. That was until his personal guard, keeping him from leaving his side of the castle, retired due to his age, and a new one was taking his place…”

The footsteps in front of his doors sounded different. The light tiptoeing and swift movements couldn’t belong to the old knight that was supposed to keep him locked up. Judging by the way the feet danced over the stone ground, only here and there did the shuffling sound of cloths or clinking of armor echo from the walls. And for the first time in forever, the now twenty-year-old prince was curious. As he carefully stepped over to the door, he suddenly caught another noise, a lovely voice humming a gentle tune of a song he never heard. Instantly he was entranced. What kind of person was blessing his ears with their singing?

Shoto tried his best to open the door to his chambers without disturbing the stranger on the other side. What he didn’t expect was his heart thumping wildly in his chest, when he peeked through the gap and found the source of the gentle melody.

Walking up and down the hallway was the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. With hair shimmering in the dim sunlight that filled the hallway and eyes that seemed to see right into his heart made his breath hitch. The woman was dressed in simple garments covered with leather armor and a sword resting on the curve of her hips. She too, seemed to be shocked as she locked eyes with him, a lovely smile forming on her lips.

Suddenly Koichi jumped out of his arm and wobbled to grab his own plushie from his bed, returning to rest at his dad’s side with a victorious grin. “She looks like mommy!”, he exclaimed cheerfully and cuddled the plushie that resembled you in your hero costume. Shoto acknowledged his son’s observation with a soft nod…

Pulling himself back together, Shoto opened the door fully and straightened his posture. “I guess you are my new guard?” Her smile grew even more and a soft touch of pink spread on her cheeks as she kneeled gracefully. “Indeed, your highness. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He couldn’t help but compare her delicate voice to a fairy, while her dexterous movements indicated that she had to be a skilled fighter.

Shoto waited and observed what she would do next, while the woman seemed to be patiently waiting for his permission to rise again. Despite his status, the other servants had never treated him with so much respect and he could feel the blush creeping on his cheeks as he allowed her to stand up. With equal grace, she returned to her feet and eyed him curiously as she continued her patrol up and down the walkway.

It amazed him how she was able to keep him focused on her with such simple looks and he found himself crossing his arms in defense when she stepped closer to him. “Why are you staring at me like that?” He barked and she stopped in her tracks, blinking at him in confusion. “I don’t understand, your highness? Am I offensive?”

Her question made him shift uncomfortably, actually, he wanted to catch her off guard, but now he was the one stunned by her genuine concern. “Not more than the others. You just seem so… unfazed”, he admitted and watched as she suppressed a chuckle. “Forgive me, but I didn’t expect you to be so”, she tapped her finger on her chin. “Scary?” “…Handsome”, she concluded and he felt his body growing cold, gingers twitching as his expression shifted from embarrassed to annoyed. “Say that again when you see the monster”, he growled and turned back to his chamber. Right before he through his doors shut he heard her call. “I will, my prince.”

“The next weeks the prince avoided his new guard to his best, keeping interactions as short as possible and hiding more often in his chambers. His heart was conflicted, the woman was constantly on his mind as he paced around his room. He wanted to hate her, prevent himself from getting hurt again, but the more he tried to discover things he disliked about her, the more he fell. She was so incredibly kind and forward, despite his cold behavior towards her she never seemed to falter in her approaches. It was like she genuinely cared for him, her questions and answers during their short interactions were thoughtful and slowly but steady the icy walls around his heart started to melt, welcoming the light she brought into the dullness he had suffered in for too long.”

The boys couldn’t possibly know this, but Shoto had secretly told them the story of how he had met you in the U.A. He had never thought about things like relationships or marriage before, but the way you had tenderized him until he fell helplessly in love with you had him change his plans for the future. Never once had he regretted the day he had dropped on his knee, asking you to stand by his side as he wanted to stay be yours. The tears of joy on your face had encouraged his own and when you kissed him, accepting his proposal Shoto had finally found true happiness. The boys yawning in his arms were proof that everything he had gone through was worth the pain if it meant reaching this future again.

Yukio tugged accidentally on his collar as he rested his head on his father’s chest, white hair tickling Shoto’s neck as the other boy nestled in his lap. “Did the prince fall in love with mommy?”, Koichi asked tiredly and rubbed his eyes to stay awake, waiting for the story to go on. Shoto combed gently through his son’s hair, leaning back into the pillow to continue the fairy tale.

“Before he understood what happened the prince had fallen in love with his guard. Her presence was enough to fill his lonely heart with joy and as time went on he forgot the pain he had been put through and set his eyes on the love before him, the person who was so devoted to making him smile.

But hopelessly lost in their little dream they failed to notice the king’s eyes on them. The other servants had continuously reported to him, warning him about the forming bond between the prince and his guard, igniting a fear he thought to have forgotten long ago. Afraid that the guard might try to free the prince, in his rage, he commanded his knights to execute the prince’s guard, keeping his mistake secret and teaching his son a lesson.”

Shoto stood beside his beloved, watching the town beneath the castle coming to life, people walking, laughing, and doing whatever they desired. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he felt content with just observing them from afar. Usually, he would be envious, desperately trying to flee and experience this life for himself, but right now it was enough to have his Y/N with him. Maybe, someday she could walk these streets with him, show him the things he had missed out and share as he started traveling the world outside his golden cage.

He sighed pleasantly as he felt her chin leaning on his shoulder, warm breath fanning over his cheek as she kissed her way up to his mouth. “Someday I will take you there”, she answered his thoughts and a happy satisfied smile tugged at his lips. She had filled his empty heart with your gifts that he greedily sealed the distance between their lips. No matter how often they shared a kiss, he could never get enough. The way she poured her whole heart into everything she did, always making sure she didn’t accidentally leave him behind, assured him that her promises would indeed come true.

Lost in each other they noticed too late the heavy footsteps, not till the door was forcefully pushed open and several knights filled Shoto’s chamber, ripping his Y/N away from him. “How dare you?!”, he barked and tried to reach for her as she struggled against their hold, but it was no use. As his beloved was dragged away, calling his name in desperation he felt his body turning colder and colder, frost spreading from his right and freezing the knights next to him. Shoto pushed through them, his ice trapping everyone who came close to hold him back, but when he felt the heat suddenly melting his icy attacks he knew he was too late.

At the end of the hallway was the king himself, fire dangerously blazing on his shoulders and arms as his beloved was pushed to her knees in front of his father, his toxic stare filling her eyes with fear.

“No! Don’t take her away from me!”, Shoto pleaded and cried but the king wouldn’t listen. The temperature rose higher and higher as he ordered his knights to bring her with them, keeping Shoto from reaching his guard. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, as he saw her smile from far away, reassuring him that everything would be fine, before he was locked in chambers, not knowing if he would ever see her again.

“That’s not fair!”, Koichi complained and climbed up Shoto’s chest. “They did nothing wrong. Why would he punish her?!” The boy was more than upset with how the tables had turned in the fairy tale, his own little flames flickering in his head. Shoto was a bit shocked to see him so emotionally invested that Koichi accidentally activated his quirk. Fortunately, both of his sons had inherited either his fire or his ice so it was easy for him to deal with the small outburst. With gentle pats on the red-haired head, he extinguished the flickering flames as a precaution he checked if Yukio had started to freeze things, and lucky him despite feeling a little cold nothing was too far off the norm.

Glad that their little story time wouldn’t end in Koichi burning the house down he settled back into the pillow, pulling the smaller one down with him. Yukio seemed to have fallen asleep, but then Shoto checked he immediately opened his eyes, asking him wordlessly to tell the rest of the story.

“You are right, it is not fair. Shall we see how the story ends?” One tired and another energetic nod encouraged him further.

“When the king had taken his beloved guard, the prince couldn’t calm his racing heart. Anxiously pacing around his room he stopped when he noticed the turmoil down in the city. Afraid of what he might spot he tiptoed over to his window, the sight below nearly stopping his heart from beating.”

The knights dragged Y/N into the middle of the marketplace. Citizens were watching with mixed expressions as the crying woman was harshly pushed down and two of the armored man grabbed her arms to keep her beaten form from toppling over. Whispers echoed in the crowd, asking what the woman had done to deserve such a treatment, but when the king himself stepped into their middle, every last sound was hushed. The heat that traveled along with him was pushing the bystanders aside as he approached Y/N who swallowed her fear and tried straightening her back to seem more confident.

“You can’t lock him away forever. He deserves to be free!”, the woman screamed and earned herself a kick in the gut from one of the knights. She felt blood in her mouth and snarkily spit it in front of the king’s feet, making the crowd gasp in shock. “You are not decide his fate”, his deep voice growled, but she kept her ground, not willing to give in to his threat.

“Neither are you.”

The flames soared higher, melting the ground beneath the king’s feet as he stomped in her direction. His wrath was burning air in her lungs as she awaited his flames to devour her. Y/N turned her eyes up and watched the blue sky, remembering her prince one last time. His smile was worth all of this, she reassured herself and right, when the was nearly unbearable she felt something unexpected on her nose.

Irritated by the chilly sensation she saw the remnants of a beautiful single snowflake melt on the tip of her nose. A parting gift from Shoto? She asked herself but when another snowflake and another one landed on her skin she opened her eyes to see that the raging flames had been stopped from reaching her by a great icy wall.

As she tried to decipher what was going on the flames ignited again, melting the crystal-like ice into burning hot steam. “What the hell?!”, the king cursed and she watched his mighty figure approach from the steam, fearing that this was indeed her end.

His flames shone bright enough to be visible through the thick curtain of clouds and she gasped when a fiery ray speeded in her direction. Right before the burning blaze could touch Y/N another blast of fire block its path, shielding her with a much gentler temperature. The burning still hurt on her exposed skin, but the damage wasn’t by far not as much as the king’s flames would have caused.

When the flames withdrew from her field of view she had another urge to cry, even though her tears had long been evaporated. “Your highness…”, sounded her trembling voice as the creature half man, half monstrosity turned around to face her.

Koichi cheered at the new plot twist, “The prince is a hero!” The red-haired bean blinked happily at his father and shook his brother’s shoulders, who snuggled deeper into Shoto’s embrace. “The prince is like daddy”, Yukio agreed and pulled his plushie closer, just like Koichi was playing around with his. “See mommy?”, he spoke to the doll version of you, “Daddy always comes to rescue you. Just trust in him!”

In the hallway you blushed on your spot, hiding your sniffling behind your hand. Koichi was speaking out loud, what neither you nor Shoto had admitted, but always knew. You trusted your husband, with all your heart, that was the reason you had so willingly dragged the villains into his flames, confident that Shoto knew when to stop. And he had stopped, of course, he did.

As you heard him gasp in the bedroom you figured he now understood that too. But maybe, the next time, you should be more considerate of his point of view. The fear of losing control of his flames would probably never vanish completely and if that was the reason he had snapped at you… Well, your husband probably deserved an apology.

The smile on your face made you realize that no matter the argument you had, you would always be willing to forgive him. Fuck your pride if it meant having his embrace back, Shoto was more important than a stupid little fight.

You were trembling in anticipation of making up with him, but right now you patiently waited as he finished the bedtime story.

Her shocked gasp made the prince turn instantly away from her, afraid of her eyes filled with fear as all the others had been before. Shoto knew what was coming next. Everyone reacted the same when they saw the hideous creature his curse made of him, but despite this fear, he had decided to use flames to rescue her. He was okay if she pushed him away, as long as she was alive Shoto could accept spending his life alone again.

“Your highness…”, she whispered again and Shoto felt his body shaking. The pain would go away, he was sure. At least she was…

Gentle hands cupped both of his cheeks and he found himself staring into the beautiful orbs of his beloved guard, forcing him to face her genuine feelings as her gaze shifted over the scales and the teeth, the dark color devouring the light into a black abyss. But as time passed, she didn’t turn away. Why wouldn’t she turn away?

“Forgive me, for exposing this disgusting side to you”, he murmured and tried to turn away but Y/N wouldn’t let him. Against all odds, her eyes softened even more and the gentle touch of her fingers sent pleasant shivers down his spine. “My prince, my handsome, lovely, prince. Please, never hide from me. This”, her warm hand traced his scaled cheek and jaw and settled back into its place, rubbing tender on his burning skin, “This is not disgusting at all, no to me. Never.”

He stiffened when she placed a longing kiss on his black scaled cheek, freeing him from his doubts as she looked at him with nothing but love.

Shoto was overwhelmed by her gesture and now he was sure. He would never let her go again. He would protect her because she filled his empty heart with joy.

And when he heard his father raging again, he didn’t think twice, pulling his beloved into his arms and taking them both far away from the king, the castle. Somewhere where they could start a new life, together.

“Years later a rumor was spreading through the land, telling the story of a broken soul, half man, half monster, and his wife living happily ever after with two children of their own. Far away, where no one, not even the king himself was able to take their happiness ever again.”

When no response came Shoto looked down to see his boys sound asleep in his arms. After relishing in the feeling for another minute he carefully freed himself from their grasp, nestling them comfortably on Yukio’s bed and kissing their foreheads. When he opened the door a tired grey eye blinked open. “Daddy?” Shoto stopped and waited for his son to speak. “Mommy loves you. ‘M sure she’s not angry at you”, he mumbled and drifted back to sleep, missing the thankful look on his father’s eyes.

Silently Shoto closed the door behind him, eager to find you and apologize for his rude behavior the other day when he found you sitting against the wall next to the door. All of his hesitations vanished as you extended your hand, pulling him down to settle next to you.

“You should tell the bedtime stories more often. You are really good”, you praised him and rested your head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth embracing your body. Without him, you never seemed to find inner peace and so you were more than willing to cherish the feeling of his touch when his fingertips brushed over your cheeks. “You listened?” You nodded and a soft hum escaped your throat as he pulled you further into his embrace.

Even if it weren’t even 24 hours, you felt like you hadn’t had a chance to be like this for an eternity. Shoto was your home, nothing was making you feel more comfortable or safe than his presence. “I’m sorry” – “I’m sorry”, you both spoke up at the same time and after a short glance choked down your laughter to not wake your sleeping children. The way his body shook from his chuckling sent soft vibrations through your body and you snuggled closer to his side, planting a multitude of kisses on his face and neck. “Then let’s accept that we both didn’t mean what we said. I hate arguing with you”, you admitted and placed another kiss on the corner of his mouth, drawing a tender smile from him.

“You are right. I prefer making you smile rather than cry.” Shoto guided your hands to his lips and his warm breath on your skin made your insides tingle with excitement.

“Then make me smile, my prince.”

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andypantsx3 · 7 months

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part ii of the demon prince shouto au (1.5k)

SUMMARY: 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.

TAGS/WARNINGS: modern supernatural au, aged up characters, demons, bonding bites/bonding fever, fem pronouns + afab reader, demon courting behavior, no nsft stuff in this one but discussion of nsft topics, 18+ mdni please!

"What the hell was that?" you demand, rounding on Shouto.

You think you catch the flash of slitted pupils before the demon prince blinks, the snarl fading from his mouth. He looks down at you, eyes flickering over the torn collar of your shirt, your blood already drying into the frayed edges. There's some at the corner of his mouth, and he runs a thumb over it, swiping it off.

You try very hard not to notice that he presses the pad to his mouth, tongue flickering out to catch the droplets.

"Touya," he says by way of explanation. Like that was at all what you were asking about.

"Obviously that was Touya!" You frown up at him. "I mean the biting, Shouto! What the fuck?"

Shouto's gaze flicks to the bite mark marring the space where your throat meets your shoulder. He blinks slowly, like a cat surveying a roll of toilet paper it's shredded, pleased.

"He wanted to take you in punishment," he says, his fingers lifting to linger over the bite. "But he couldn't take you if you were mine."

"Is that what this is?" you demand. "Your nameplate? 'Property of demon prince number three, do not touch'?"

Like a kid who had to have their name scrawled onto the tags of all their clothing, the cover pages of their books! Un-fucking-believable.

"It is...a bonding bite, yes," Shouto admits as his fingers finally touch it. A hot stinging sensation rises to meet them and you wince.

You do not quite love the sound of that.

"A what?"

"A bonding bite," Shouto repeats, his voice hitching into a strange, almost-purr that you've never heard from him before. His fingers brush the mark gently again this time, and there is some whisper of feeling at the corner of your mind.

"Why are you saying it like that?" you ask, a weird feeling rising in your chest. It shivers through your limbs, leaving you feeling hot and thready and a little bit weak.

You find yourself gripping Shouto's bicep in an effort to stay upright, the feeling under your skin growing even hotter when it dawns on you how large and solid it is under your palm.

Shouto adjusts you against him, and you realize you're still caged in the circle of his arms. The demon prince is so very warm against you, hard all over with pale, lean muscle, and there is a look on his handsome face that you've never seen before.

"We will need to complete the bond," he says, his voice dipping even lower, softer. Those mismatched eyes flicker back to your bite, and his fingers smooth over it again, petting gently. "I will wait until you are ready."

You squint at him, trying to pay attention to the shape of his words through the sudden fog in your brain. "What bond? What completion is there?"

Shouto's eyes darken, and the hand at your back tightens on you just the tiniest bit. "The marriage bond. It will be completed with our coupling."

It's only his grip on you that stops you from meeting the floor when your knees give out from underneath you.

"Marriage bond?" you echo, a thousand feelings flashing through you all at once with the force of a firebomb. "Marriage bond? You just demon married me?"

This time, Shouto does purr. You can very much feel the thrum of his chest under your hand.

"Yes," he says, his thumb smoothing across your back. "It is a little different than human custom—and far more serious. There are points of connection you cannot sever."

You feel like you hear the echo of his words again, in the back of your own mind, and you realize all at once that that wasn't just you hallucinating. You could hear him, in your mind, his voice as soft and low and perfectly clear as if he'd spoken out loud.

Demon married. You had just gotten fucking shotgun wedding demon married with some sort of telepathic connection to the Third Prince of Hell.

It was even more of a fever dream than when you'd learned what Shouto truly was, and even more unbelievable than when he decided to stick around, picking out all your shows on Hulu and eating through your shrimp chips.

He was super weird, but strangely sweet, and toe-curlingly, brain-meltingly, jaw-droppingly handsome. You could not deny you'd enjoyed your time spent with him, these past couple of months. You thought of him as a close friend and a treasured roommate, weirdly enough. But to get married? Just like that? To a literal demon prince born in the fires of hell itself?

"Why...? What could possibly mean that we have to...?" you garble out, still woozy.

Shouto takes this as his cue to hitch you higher in his grip, carrying you over to the couch you'd abandoned when Touya had first stepped through the portal into your living room. He arranges you over him, still pressed chest-to-chest, so that you're half-sprawled on top of him, his expression still that of a pleased tomcat.

"He wanted to take you," Shouto says, the hint of a growl in his normally even, deadpan tone. "But if you are mine he cannot touch you, as it would be equivalent to touching me. It would open up a succession war."

His hands smooth over you, down your back, down the skin of your waist where your sweater has ridden up, his touch sweet but possessive.

You suppress a shiver.

"He wanted me to claim you, I know that much," Shouto continues. "I want to figure out why. But we will need to complete the bonding before I can leave you to talk to Natsuo and Fuyumi."

Complete the bonding. The words clatter around in your brain, their implication clear. The coupling he mentioned.

He wants to—Shouto wants to—with you?

"Shouto, are you sure you want this? I'm sure you really don't have to protect me, like this," you insist, trying to push yourself up off his chest. "We could try thinking of another way—"

It only has the effect of settling you more firmly over his hips, however, and Shouto hisses, his grip on you tightening.

"You have been mine since I decided to stay," Shouto says. "In all but name. Humans require time, and courting, mother says. So I have given you time, and I have been courting."

It suddenly dawns on you what he's been doing with all those horribly cooked meals, the weird trinkets that occasionally pop up around your apartment.

Courting.

Shouto's been courting.

"But you are mine. And you always have been," he says matter-of-factly. Like it's any other fact about the world. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and you have always been mine.

Another wave of something hot flashes through you, and you're immediately embarrassed by the way your thighs reflexively clench together around his hips. But Shouto's eyelashes flutter, and his normally sweet two-toned gaze grows even heavier with intent.

"I will wait until you say you are ready," he tells you, his voice thick. "Humans always require time. But the bonding fever is settling in, you will not want to wait too long."

Bonding fever—is that what has you feeling like a drippy, melting puddle of foggy confusion against him?

Dear god you have gotten yourself in way above your head, you don't know how to make sense of things.

But Shouto is so strong and sure against you, so sweetly, angelically beautiful, so luxuriously and sinfully warm. Another wave of heat sweeps through you, and you grip onto him for dear life, suddenly sure of only a few things.

You'll have time to figure this all out when your head is back on straight. But for now, you know Shouto would never hurt you, and you know Shouto wants you. And you, even in the thick of the weirdest situation a human being has ever found themselves in—you want him too.

You let youself grow slack in Shouto's hold, blinking up at him.

"Okay, let's do it," you say, embarrassed when your voice comes out so eager and high. "I don't know what's going on but I know I trust you. So Shouto, let's complete the bond. And we can figure everything out after."

Shouto smiles then, not just the amused, fond little quirk of his mouth he usually does.

It's a blindingly beautiful thing, clever and sweet and so devastatingly handsome. There's just a flash of his sharp canines, longer than any human's, the very teeth he's given you the bonding bite with. He is otherworldly, and for just a moment you can do nothing but gaze up at him, lost in the fever, lost in the look of him, lost in the power of the situation you've found yourself in.

And then he's gathering you up into his arms, stalking towards your bedroom.

The door closes behind you with a final, resounding click.

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