Glitching On This Bitch

I mean, come on.

This rando bald elf grabs your hand and helps you close a rift, has the audacity to give you all the credit for something that was indirectly his fault and then he looks cute as fuck while essentially being a lying liar who lies.

And then he steals your heart.

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You didn't want to open your eyes.

You had woken up a while ago and realised you were back home when you heard your father's voice. He was singing to you, more humming than actually saying the words but... you recognised the lullaby. It was something he used to hum to you when you were sick or couldn't sleep as a child.

It was incredibly personal, one of the few memories that you cherished with him.

So why did he have to do it in front of Keigo?

It took every fibre in your being to not get up and strangle him while pulling his eyeballs out.

"You have a soothing voice." Keigo whispered from your side, brushing your hair with his hand, while you clawed the sheets from under the covers.

Dabi smiled, feeling perfectly content now that he had his most precious treasures in front of him, safe and sound. "How are you feeling now? Do your wings still hurt?"

"Not as much. Emperor Kai's healers did their magic. I'll be flying again in no time." Keigo sighed as he looked at you. "Its her I'm more worried about, Dabi."

"Why? Kai already healed any minor injuries she had-"

"Physically, yes, she's healed. But what about mentally?"

"What about it?" Dabi pushed, eyes narrowing. Keigo sat up straighter. "Dabi, regardless of what AFO did or that you saved her-" "we saved her, Keigo." "- right. Regardless, she... she will be affected by all of it. That was her mother's homeland, her people, and AFO was her grandfather. You and I both know Y/n isnt one to just- just hate anyone or hold grudges. She'll be crushed by AFO's death, or all those villagers deaths. I mean, you did see how she reacted to Tomura's death-"

"That's enough." Dabi snapped, voice barely containing the rage he felt. "You will never speak of those names again, Keigo. What happened to them, what I did to them- it was a kindness! A mercy compared to the punishment that they deserved and would've gotten if it weren't for Y/n being there."

"But Y/n-"

"We will take care of Y/n. You and me, together will help her forget about those traitorous bastards and everything will return to normal." Dabi closed his eyes, pausing before opening them again. "We are all that she needs, Keigo. Now more than ever."

The blonde smiled softly before moving off the bed and over to Dabi, the latter gently pulling the blonde into his lap, hands cautiously settling on the base of his wings.

"I never doubt you, Dabi." Keigo whispered as he kissed him. "I trust you with my life, and Y/n's." Dabi smiled against his lips. He adored how protective Keigo was over you, and he's the only one who is allowed to be possessive over you.

"I know, love." Dabi murmured, tightening his grip on the blonde's hips when he tried to move. "Where are you going?"

"Gonna make something for Y/n to eat."

"The kitchen staff-"

"-will mess it up,I just know it. Just let me handle this Dabi. I'll be back soon, hm?"

Dabi sighed. "Dont take too long." He watched him leave before turning back towards you, taking your hand in his as he resumed humming the lullaby.

He traced his thumb over your wrists, staring at it absentmindedly as his mind went back to the events of the battlefield, heart swelling up with joy at his victory over AFO and his entire kingdom. His lips quirked up slightly as he recalled the screams of the people burning.

They deserved it.

They deserved it and so much more for what they did to you, for taking away his one and only child and torturing you in god knows what horrendous way they came up with.

Isn't that why you looked so miserable and devastated at the battlefield?

Dabi's eyes flicked to your face, widening when they met your own.

You were awake.

"Y/n!" Dabi squeezed your hand before getting up to sit on your bed. Taking your face in his hands as he looked at you with concern. "I- are you okay? How are you feeling now?"

Hollow eyes stared at him, your mouth remained sealed shut as you looked at him. But just before it creeped Dabi, you blinked and then tears started to fall down your face.

Dabi immediately (but gently) pulled you to his chest, practically sitting you in his lap like a child, arms wrapping themselves around you like a warm cocoon to calm you down as he continued to look down at you with even more worry when great sobs racked your body.

"Y/n? Oh baby- its okay, its okay! You're fine." He pulled your face away from his chest, cradling your face in his hands as his thumbs wiped away the tears from your cheeks. "No one is mad at you. I am not mad at you, more concerned is all. When you went missing, I- I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead and it hurt, Y/n. It hurt me that you died hating your father, and I never want that. I just-" Dabi closes his eyes and sighs before opening them. "I dont blame you for your actions. You ran away because of me, and while that may not have been the wisest decision, I understand and... I forgive you. You were misled by people you trusted, and they paid for their actions. Now, I want us to start anew again. Put everything behind us and become a happy family again. You, me and Keigo, together against the world, hm? How does that sound?" You all but wailed louder at the mention of that whore's name, but Dabi just percieved it as you being overwhelmed and pulled you tighter against his chest.

With one hand rubbing circles in your back while the other was carded in your hair, Dabi kissed your temple, smiling softly as you cried hard into him.

"Its okay. Let it all out, Y/n. I've got you, baby. I've got you."

And I'm never letting go. Ever.

-

Dabi left once you'd calmed down, saying that he was going to inform Keigo that you were finally awake. You of course, would rather gouge out your eyes than meet that murderer, but that idea was thrown out the window when your nanny knocked on your door, Inko looking visibly surprised to see you awake.

She all but rushed over to hug you, tears falling from her eyes as she pulled away from you suddenly, bowing her head as she apologised for touching you. You smiled sadly before opening up your arms, and Inko hugged you again. She was allowed to drop royal protocol, the woman had practically raised you.

A few minutes later and you heard Keigo and Dabi walking in the hallway. You pulled away from Inko and told her to tell them that you were taking a bath.

"Please! Just tell them you drew me a bath, I- I-" Inko didn't need to be told twice as she ushered you towards the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind her, right in time for Dabi and Keigo to barge in.

"Where is she?! Where's Y/n?" Keigo asked, whipping his around for you, as if you'd be hiding somewhere. Inko bowed, greeting the two men, raising her head only to see Keigo looking at her impatiently and Dabi raising a brow at her.

"Well?"

"The princess is taking a bath, your Majesty. I had recommended it to help heal her wounds better-" She began lying, but Dabi cut her off.

"Let me know when she's ready. Dress her in soft clothes, I want her to be comfortable. You will take care of it, hm?" Dabi ordered, and Inko bowed her head in obedience.

"Of course, your Majesty."

"Come on, Keigo. She'll be back soon. Why don't you continue making her lunch? We'll all eat here." Dabi suggested, his hand on Keigo's back guiding him out of the room.

You sighed as you heard them leave, closing your eyes as it dawned that you had escaped facing Keigo but only momentarily.

Inko entered the bath, smiling apologetically as she knew that you didn't like Keigo.

"I'll draw you a bath, princess. Why don't you wait on the bed, hm?" You nodded, going to sit on your bed just as someone else knocked on the door.

You nodded at Inko and she opened the door to see who it was before harshly whispering at someone to leave.

"Who is it?" You asked, standing up. Inko looked back at you apologetically before pushing the door open and revealing-

"Izuku." You whispered. Your childhood best friend was wearing his Knight armour as he beamed brightly at you.

"Princess." He greeted. "May I come in?" He asked only to be whacked on his head by his mom. "Izuku! She's busy and besides, the Princess needs to rest-"

"Its alright, Inko. He can come in." You nodded, as the woman let out a sigh of relief before going back to drawing you the bath.

Izuku walked towards you and you motioned for him to sit down next to you on the bed. "Its been a while." He started. You hummed. "It has. And I'm sorry."

Izuku gave you a quizzical look. "What for?"

"For how I treated you before I left." You looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers. "For snapping at you. That was uncalled for-"

Izuku grabbed your hands, his large rough ones engulfing yours. "You don't have to explain anything to me, Y/n." You shook your head. "I want to." You whispered, as your voice turned wobbly. "I don't want to lose- I cant- T-Tomura-" Izuku pulled you into a hug before your tears could fall. He patted your back and hushed you. "Shh, you won't lose me. I promise, I won't go anywhere."

-

You sat on your bed uncomfortably with Keigo and Dabi in the room. The maids had brought up a small table and chairs with food to your room, since Dabi thought it'd be best to dine here while you rest. You however, can't rest as long as that murderer is in the room.

Sure, Dabi killed your grandfather and killed many of the villagers, but you could see where he was coming from. Your father's reaction was somewhat reasonable since his daughter, his only heir, was kidnapped and he didn't know whether you were being tortured or dead. And you can see it however you want, but deep down you blame Keigo for AFO's death.

You blame him for the villagers deaths.

You blame him for your mother's death.

You blame him for Tomura's death.

"How's your soup?" Dabi asked.

"Its good." You said without looking up from your plate, just like the past 20 minutes. You can't bare to bring yourself to look up at him, unsure if your heart will break more at the sight of him whoring to your dad or if you'll end up raging and kill him on the spot.

"Of course it is. Keigo made it himself for you." Dabi locked eyes with the blonde, who blushed. "Dont you wanna say thank you?"

Here we go again.

There was a audible shift in the energy of the room. The tension could be cut with a knife, as Dabi once again forced you to interact with Keigo.

Keigo leaned towards the king. "Dabi, I don't think that's necessary-"

"Thank you." You said, finally looking up and directly at Keigo, a small courteous smile on your lips. "It tastes delicious. Thank you for going out of your way for me."

Keigo's mouth parted in shock, this was- this was the first time you looked at him with genuine respect- talked to him nicely. Even Dabi was surprised at your change in behaviour, he didn't expect you to actually be grateful, maybe spat out a forced thanks with a grimace but not this, not you actually finishing the bowl of soup.

"I- oh, it's no trouble. I'm glad you liked it." Keigo managed to say, looking at Dabi with confusion, but the king only grinned.

He was glad you were coming around, beyond happy that you were going to turn over a new leaf with him.

It's about time.

Just then, a guard came in, apologising for interrupting but requesting the king's attention for an urgent matter.

Dabi left, promising to return soon with letters from Enji and grandma Rei, and his siblings.

Keigo cleared his throat as the two of you were left alone. "Oh, you finished your soup! I'll give you some more- oh, where are you going?" He asked, watching you peel the covers away and get off the bed. "To the bathroom? Let me help you-" He moved to grab your hand but you snatched it away, before continuing to move to the bathroom.

You didn't close the door behind you, perhaps you wanted him to follow you if you fell or something. But when you got on your knees in front of the toilet bowl and locked eyes with him, Keigo knew he wasn't going to like what he was about to see.

In the next second, you had shoved fingers down your throat and gagged until you induced vomiting, emptying your stomach out.

Keigo rushed towards you, eyes wide in horror as he asked why did you do that. But you didn't answer him. Instead, you called out to Inko (who intentionally pushed Keigo away from you when she saw you on the floor, looking faint and out of breath).

"Princess! Are you alright? Should I get the physician?" You shook your head.

"No, just- just had some disgusting soup that made me sick. Could you- could you do me favour and get rid of it? I swear, just the smell of it in my room is making me lurch again." You commented while looking at Keigo.

Inko only nodded as she helped you back in bed before taking out all the food in your room, but not before asking Keigo to leave.

"My apologies, sir, but I think it'd be best to let the princess rest for now." She said, not sounding sorry at all, practically blocking his view of you as she stood in front of him, eyes staring into him boldly.

Had Keigo not been shocked by your actions, he would've had smacked her across the face for such blatant disrespect.

But Keigo left silently. He needed to process what just happened.

-

Two more weeks passed by, and you had received many letters from your loved ones and friends. Your father was still far too paranoid or perhaps it was his possessiveness that didn't allow you to have any visitors. The option of you stepping out of the castle was out of the question, even you knew that. But he could've let your grandparents see you, or even your friends who were actually there with him on the battlefield.

At least uncle Shotou was here. He sat by your side on a chair, while you were in your bed, back propped up against the headboard.

"They're all worried about me." You mumbled as you opened another letter. "I feel bad making them worry over me. Don't you think I should meet them to let them know I'm well?"

Shotou nodded. "I agree with you but your father still hasn't budged from his decision. He says that it's just not safe yet for you to meet people, and that you should still rest until you're better."

"But I am better! Any minor injuries that I sustained have healed ages ago." You whined. "Its just- its frustrating being alone in this castle!"

He tilted his head slightly. "You're not alone, Y/n. You have me, your father, the servants, the knights-"

"You know what I mean." You sighed. "Its okay if he doesn't want me too meet anyone else, but can't I at least visit... mum? I can go with him, or you, or even the guards- I just- I just need to see her! It's been too long."

Shotou heaved a sigh. "I had brought it up to Dabi, but... he said no."

You remained quiet for a few moments, looking down at your lap as your brows furrowed.

"He's mad at me." You mumbled.

Shotou's head shot up. "Y/n?"

You nodded, sniffling a little. "He's mad at me. That's why he won't let me meet anyone. That's why he won't let go see mom. He- he thinks it's my fault that I was with AFO." You bit your lip. "And it is. I did run away from him. But only because I was mad at him. I thought that some time away from each other would heal our problems. But... nothing changed. If anything, we're more far apart than we were before. He- he's punishing me. And people are getting hurt because of that- because of me-"

Shotou cut you off by holding your face and turning you to him. "Y/n, this isn't your fault. None of it is. And your dad, he's not mad at you. He's not punishing you. He's just- its just taking him some time to cope with all of this. You have to see where he's coming from, hm? He lost you- he thought you were dead. And now that he got you back, he's just- he doesn't want anything to hurt you, anyone to take you away from him again." He said, which made you cry even more and Shotou pulled your head to his chest, patting your back as your tears wet his garments.

After Shotou left your room, he went upto Dabi's office, hoping to convince him to let you meet Rei and Enji at least. But before he could knock, he overheard Keigo's moans and he immeadiately turned on his heel and left, hands clenching into fists at the thought of that disgusting whore.

He reached his room and sat on his desk, thinking of what to do to help you. Even if Keigo wanst there, Shotou doubts Dabi would've listened to him. So... if he wasn't going to do something, then maybe Shotou could help you?

You are the princess after all, the next heir to the throne. It is his duty to help you in whatever way possible.

Pulling out a sheet of paper, Shotou grabbed his quill and began writing away.

-

Keigo and Dabi laid in each others arms, Keigo's hand resting on Dabi's bare chest while the latter played with the blonde's hair.

"What's on your mind?" Dabi asked.

Keigo raised his brows and shook his head. "Nothing much."

"You should know better than to lie to your king by now, hm?" Dabi commented before asking again. "Come on, tell me."

Truthfully, Keigo was concerned over his last interaction with you. Why were you so hostile towards him? But earlier, in front of Dabi, you were so nice to him.

Keigo sighed, nuzzling closer to Dabi. "I'm just concerned about Y/n."

Dabi softly smiled. He liked it when Keigo worried over you.

"She'll be fine, Kei. She just needs to adjust to everything. Time heals all wounds." Keigo didn't reply and Dabi could see that he was still thinking about you. When you were gone, Dabi felt like this was the end of the world. He could only imagine the heartbreak Keigo was going through. They both loved you, and now that they had you back, their anxiety didn't go away completely. They still couldn't believe it, that you were still alive and well with them. In fact, the first night after they brought you home, Dabi didn't sleep a wink. No, he kept on checking in on you. Keigo, despite his injuries and heavy medication, was in a similar state.

"Why don't you go and check in on her? It'll put your mind to ease." Dabi offered, sitting up to pour himself some wine. Keigo nodded happily as he pulled away, kissing Dabi's cheek before wrapping a robe around him and scurrying out of the room, the king chuckling at the sight.

Even when you were a kid, Keigo often found himself watching over your sleeping form, something about it made him feel at peace. To see you safe and sound, in arms reach to protect you from any harm that should befall you... perhaps that's exactly what Keigo needed at the moment.

He made his way to your room, the guards at your door knew not to stop him- it was Dabi's orders. Keigo softly knocked on your door, waiting to see if you're still awake. After a few moments of silence, he slowly opened the door and crept inside.

There you were, lying on your side, tucked under the floral covers that reached upto your nose. Your hair sprawled out over the pillow, a few wisps framing your face under the glow of the lantern in the room. Your lips were slightly parted and Keigo smiled at how you looked the same as you did when you were a baby.

He walked closer and brushed the hair out of your face, and leaned down to kiss your forehead as his hands pulled the covers closer to you. He turned to leave but halted when he heard a whimper.

He looked at your face, which was now scrunched up as if in pain. Before he could do anything, you started mumbling frantically, your head moving side to side, your voice turning loud as your words became audible.

"No! No! Stop, Im sorry- STOP! STOP! STOP! KEIGO STOP-!" Keigo rushed to wake you up from your nightmare, only for your eyes to snap open as you began thrashing in his arms, pushing away from him as you began screaming for help, tears streaming down your face as you backed away so far that you fell off the bed, still shrieking for him to get away, just in time for the Dabi to burst in your room with your guards.

"DAD!" You yelled, your body shaking as he made his way towards you. "HE'S GOING TO KILL ME! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" You cried out, pointing at Keigo.

"Y/n, honey, calm down. He's not going to hurt-" Dabi tried to console you, taking your shoulders in his hands but you were inconsolable. He looked at Keigo, and the blonde saw the slightest flicker of doubt- no, accusation; an incriminating look in those cerulean eyes.

"I didn't do anything, Dabi. She was having a nightmare and-" he tried to explain himself, something he didn't think he'd need to do with Dabi.

"HE'LL KILL ME! HE'LL KILL ME! HE'LL KILL ME LIKE HE HE KILLED TOMURA!" You continued rambling on, tears streaking your cheeks, not taking your eyes off Keigo for a moment, as if afraid that he'd strike you at a chance.

Dabi looked at your face, concern arising at the raw fear in your eyes. Its only when a trail of crimson left your nose and your chest began heaving heavily did Dabi finally say the words.

"Keigo, leave."

The blonde took a step closer towards you. "No Dabi, I can help-"

Dabi snapped his head back at him and with unbridled rage in his face, he yelled at him.

"I'M ORDERING YOU TO LEAVE! NOW!"

Keigo's heart shattered at the venomous tone, and his face showed it. But right now, Dabi was more concerned about his daughter not having a panic attack or passing out. He could worry about Keigo later, you were the priority now.

You're the priority.

As Keigo left, Dabi picked you up and placed you back in your bed, promising to spend the night by your side. With the way your eyes remained wide open, he was worried you wouldn't sleep. But sleep finally overcame you as you were held by Dabi, your head lying on his warm chest, barely hiding the coy smile as he told the guard to inform Keigo that he won't be returning to bed tonight.

-

The next morning, when you woke up, you were still curled up in Dabi's lap. True to his word, he stayed with you the entire time, and it didn't seem like he slept much.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked, eyes slightly tired from the lack of sleep.

"I'm better, thank you." You whispered, getting off his lap. You looked up at him, brows knitting together as you tried to think of what to say next, or about last night. "I- last night... I-"

He waved you off. "We'll talk after breakfast. I think you're well enough to join us in the dining hall, hm?" You nodded as he got up and walked closer to you, cupping your cheek with one hand as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"My precious." He smiled before leaving your room, right in time for Inko to come in to help you get ready for breakfast.

Dabi returned to his room where he wasn't surprised to see Keigo pacing around, worriedly. From the dark circles and red eyes, Dabi figured the blonde hadn't slept.

"Dabi, I am so sorry-" He started but was cut off by Dabi wrapping his arms around him.

"Its okay. Not your fault." He sighed, pulling away to kiss Keigo on the lips. But the blonde wanted to still clarify himself.

"I didn't do anything, Dabi- she just- she had a nightmare and I was just trying to he'll her-"

"I know, Keigo. I know." Dabi stared into his scared eyes and his gaze softened. "But you need to understand that when I tell you to do something, you do it without question. Without a second thought. Y/n is- she's still a child, as much as she pretends to be a grown up, deep down all of these events have scarred her in way or another. We have to give her time and we have to help her, hm?"

Keigo only nodded before resting his head on Dabi's chest, wanting to be comforted as well.

"Let's eat, hm?"

-

The three of you sat on the dining table, eating in awkward silence. You and Keigo didn't meet each other's eyes, Dabi kept looking between you two, hoping one of you would finally start talking.

He cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry-!" You and Keigo said together. You spoke again before he could (as you should, according to royal protocol. But everyone knows the King's favourite isn't one to follow rules.)

"I am sorry, for how I behaved last night, Keigo. I- I was having a nightmare and-" you sighed. "-Its not your fault. I reacted very poorly and I shouldn't have pushed you away or been afraid of you, I just- I just-" Dabi grabbed your hand and squeezed it affirmatively when he saw remorse in your eyes.

"Its okay, really. I didn't mind it, and I know it wasn't your fault either. But I have to ask... was the nightmare about me?" Keigo asked cautiously.

You looked up at him before looking away, eyes slowly welling up with tears. That was enough of an answer for him and Keigo could feel his heart drop at the thought of you being afraid of him.

"I am- I think I just need- I need some time to get used to you again..." you say.

Dabi hummed, giving a quick glance to Keigo who nodded begrudgingly as well.

"Well, now that this topic is over, I was thinking of sharing some good news." Dabi said, making the two look at him. "Since you seem to be in good health, I was thinking you could visit your mother. What do you think?"

"Really?" You whispered in disbelief.

Dabi nodded. "Of course, I'd be accompanying. Don't want you fainting or-" you cut him off by a big hug and loads of "thank you's".

He let you be excused so that you could get ready while Keigo watched him with a slightly hurt expression in his eyes.

"So... I shouldn't come with you two?" He asked in a low tone.

Dabi met his eyes and held his gaze before softening them. "I think some space between you both would benefit for her. After last night, I don't think she's strong mentally, Keigo. Her mother is a sensitive topic as it is... I can't risk her having another episode like last night."

Keigo stared at his plate before nodding, not meeting his eyes. "I understand. E-excuse me." He left the room.

Dabi knew being apart from you was the last thing Keigo ever wanted but... he could make him understand later. For now, Dabi needs to focus on you.

-

"Thank you." You said to your father who was behind you, holding the reins of his horse you rode on together. He insisted on sharing one ride, and you felt closer to him while he felt content now that you were in his arms, safe and secure.

"What for?" Dabi asked.

"Everything." You looked down at your hands and then ahead at the road. "For going with me to see mom. And for taking care of her grave. For last night, when you held me."

Dabi smiled and kissed the top of your head.

Soon you two had reached the castle and were getting off the horse when Shotou came out beaming.

"Someone is waiting for you-"

"Y/N!" Rei yelled as she dropped royal protocol and practically ran down the stairs of the entry door to hug you. "My child!" She began crying into your shoulder as her arms squeezed your form so hard that it almost began to hurt.

"Honey, you're going to break her." A familiar voice said, making you pull back from Rei.

"Grandpa!" You squealed as the older man caught you when you jumped, spinning you around as you buried your face into his neck, arms barely reaching around his broad shoulders.

"My doll, my little princess." He cooed as he kissed your forehead, his own eyes getting a little misty.

"Enji, stop hogging her." Rei smacked his arm.

He frowned. "Honey, I'm not hogging her-"

"Yes, you are!" Someone yelled as they yanked you out of his arms and into their own. "I've missed you so much, my baby!" She cried as she rubbed her cheek against yours.

"Hello, Aunt Fuyumi." You chuckled as you patted her arms to let go but she held you tighter. Fortunately, Dabi came to your rescue.

"You're hurting her, Fuyumi." He said as he pulled you away and behind him. Fuyumi gave him a quick bow and "Your Majesty." Before punching his shoulder. "I was worried about you! Would it have killed you to write back to me?!"

"I've been... busy." He replied. "Besides, I needed some alone time with my daughter before you came to hog her."

"I can't help it that she's my favorite neice!" Fuyumi defended.

"I'm your only neice..." you mumbled from behind Dabi. "Also, Where's uncle Natsuo-"

A loud crash was heard, making Dabi immeadiately turn and push you behind him. Of course, speak of the devil and the devil shall-

"I'm here!" Natsuo huffs as he gets off the horse he just crashed into some poor guards (their unconscious bodies are being dragged away).

He walks up the steps and quickly bows to his parents and Dabi before locking eyes with you and manically grinning as he lifts you up in his arms and spins around, making you chortle as you slap his arms to slow down.

"Oh youre a sight for sore eyes, you little brat!" He came to halt and you had to grab his arms to stabilise yourself. He pinched your nose, making you whine. "I'm never letting you go alone now! Gonna take you to battles with me, if I have to. Missed you too much."

You smiled sweetly at him. "I missed you too, uncle."

The Todoroki clan had decided to stay a week or two over at Dabi's castle, much to his dismay. Of course he doesn't like the fact that Enji and the rest of his family will be breathing down your neck, but Shotou convinced him to let them spend time with you here rather than whisking you away to Enji's kingdom where it'll be harder for Dabi to keep an eye on you (and not to mention the trauma he still hasn't recovered from since that was the place he lost you last time).

While you were being coddled and spending some quality time with the Todoroki clan, Keigo was finding ways to stay out of their way. He had initially greeted them when they arrived, but from their cold attitude and death stares, he'd much rather be ignored by them. And it's not like he or Dabi doesn't know how the royal family dislikes Keigo, so Dabi would often leave you with his family while he went to console his lover.

By the end of the week, as much Dabi wouldn't like to admit, you had looked much better and healthier since his family came. You looked happier, brighter. They were all having dinner together in the big dinning hall. Dabi sat at the head of the table, Rei to his right, then you and then Enji because of course your grandparents want you squished between them. Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shotou sat to Dabi's left.

"Baby you need to eat more! I could see your ribs from here." Rei said as she put another serving of food on your plate.

"But I'm full-"

"No, you're not. Now eat those veggies, I don't need your pretty hair falling out." Rei cooed as you begrudgingly followed her orders. She then narrows her eyes at Dabi. "You too Dabi, eat your veggies. Only drinking wine isn't healthy!"

Dabi hummed nonchalantly. "Yes, mom." He said, eyes trained towards the door. He sighed before beckoning a servant, whispering something to him. The servant nodded obediently and left.

"Aww, are you really going to eat veggies? What a good mama's boy you are." Natsuo teased, only to be whacked on the head by Fuyumi.

"Yeah, I'm having them bring more food." Dabi smiled.

A few minutes later, the hall doors opened and in walked-

Concubine Keigo.

The man who had been good at hiding himself for the better part of the week, was now walking towards Dabi. He bowed to him first, before bowing to the rest of the family. Even though his siblings masked their displeasure at seeing Keigo, his parents, especially Rei, made no such efforts.

She threw a nasty look when Dabi had someone bring a chair and seat Keigo next to him.

"You're going to eat with us?" Rei asked, not holding back the disgust in her tone.

"Mother." Dabi warned.

"What?" Rei shrugged, slicing her steak elegantly. "I'm just curious. I thought this was a family dinner."

Dabi's eyes darkened. "He is family." He looked at Keigo before bringing his hand to his lips, kissing it softly. "And if he wasn't before, he will be now."

The table had went dead silent as they all looked at Dabi, anticipating the bomb he was about to drop on them. Somehow, you already knew you were going to dread the news he was about to share.

"We're getting married."

And just like that, the curtain of happiness drops, your world shatters.

"I was going to wait a few more weeks before announcing, but since Y/n had been feeling better and you all came, I decided now would be the best time. I had proposed to Keigo long before Y/n was kidnapped-" you stopped hearing after that, you couldn't even if you tried. Your heart was beating too fast, too loudly for you to hear anything.

Is your father really going to marry Keigo? The man who killed your mother? The man who killed Tomura? Did Dabi even care about you anymore-

"Y/n?" Dabi called. Under the table, Enji held your hand and gave it a squeeze, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You looked at Dabi and Keigo, who were holding hands.

"Congratulations." You smiled. "When's the date?"

Everyone was surprised at your composure, Keigo who was holding his breath finally sighed in relief while Dabi looked proudly at you.

You've really matured.

"Well, we were thinking later this week, since everyone is still here. What do you say, Y/n?" Dabi asks, sipping his wine.

You hummed. "Very wise. Let me know if I could be of any help." The dinner soon ended, and you could feel everyone's eyes on you (except for Dabi and Keigo, they were looking at each other like they wanted to rip their clothes off).

Instead of joining the family in the garden for a walk, you excused yourself and left for your room. And only after you had closed your door did you finally let the tears fall.

How could he do this to you? How could your father marry that murderous skank? Was it to show you up? To teach you a lesson? It couldn't possibly be- because he loves Keigo, could it?

"No." You whispered harshly, as you sat on your bed. If this marriage happens, it'll put Keigo in a much powerful position, and it'll br far harder for you to take him down.

And not to mention, by law, you would have to bow down to him.

Concubines never get to be more superior than legitimate heirs, but since Keigo was already a favourite, and your lack of a quirk makes everyone question your legitimacy as a heir and a ruler, you have no doubt that Dabi will make you kneel to his slut.

Someone knocked on your door. "Come in." You said, fixing yourself.

It was Rei and Enji, concerned looks etched on their faces. Looking at them, you couldn't help the tears that welled up.in your eyes again.

"Oh honey~" Rei cooed with open arms as she hugged you, letting you sniffle into her gown.

"I- I'm sorry-" you tried to say, as you pulled away only for Rei to pull you closer to her. She sat on your bed and positioned herself in a way so that you could lay your head in her lap.

"You don't have to be brave anymore, Y/n." Rei said as she ran her finger through your hair. Your tears slipped down your face as you watched Enji sit on the foot end of your bed, taking your feet in his lap and rubbing your ankles.

"None of this is your fault, Y/n." Rei said. "I still want to go and yell at Dabi for even letting that whore sit with us, let alone marrying him-"

"Rei." Enji warned.

She huffed. "Your grandpa says that wouldn't be wise." She kissed your cheek. "How about you come with us? Hm? I can talk with Dabi and convince him to let you come with us until the wedding is over-"

"No!" You shook your head frantically. The last time you went away, your father proposed to Keigo. Who knows what that blonde will do this time when you leave. Take away all of your mother's belongings? Kick you out? Make Dabi question your legitimacy?

"I- I already told them I'd be here to help them. Besides, I shouldn't be away from my father on this joyous occasion. Really, I'm happy for him- for them." You wiped your tears away as Enji and Rei looked at you with pity. "I just- I just miss mom a little."

They stayed with you the rest of the night.

-

After the announcement to the family, Dabi had announced of his wedding to his kingdom. The news had gotten mixed reactions, they cheered and congratulated Dabi out of fear, while also throwing pitiful looks your way, hushed whispers about "poor princess Y/n". Good thing was that you spent most of your time in your room, so you didn't have to bear the embarrassment much.

You were standing in Dabi's office. He'd called you, and Keigo was there too. You didn't think it would be possible for them to be more closer and show more disgusting displays of affection, but here they are, shamelessly eating each others faces.

"Y/n! How have you been?" Dabi asked as Keigo got off his lap, giving a quick squeeze to his bum (you wanted to burn your eyes with acid).

"I'm well, thank you." You smiled, trying to contain the contents of your gut. "You asked for me?" Might as well come to the topic before they start doing more...stuff.

"Ah yes. Well, since the wedding is approaching, I wanted to ask if you'd like to be the maid of honour?" He said, shuffling through some papers- invites.

"You want me to be your maid of honor-?"

"Mine? No. I have Natsuo. I was asking if you'd like to be Keigo's, since he has no one to walk him down the aisle, Keigo suggested you. And you two are close, so it seems like a good idea, no?" He said in a tone that made it seem more like an order than a question.

How could he ask you that? Has your father lost his mind? Is he that horny to not give a shit about his own daughter?

You looked at Keigo, who was standing there with a chalice, his golden eyes piercing through you, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Of course, he'd convinced Dabi to suggest something as preposterous as this. Perhaps as a revenge for earlier.

"I think it'd be better if someone else stepped in. Perhaps one of the other concubines?" You offered. You'd much rather eat a bag of nails than let his filthy hands hold yours as you walk down the aisle.

"No, no. Keigo isn't close to any of the concubines. Besides, I think it'd show the rest of the world of our united front. Put all the rumours about conflict among you and Keigo to rest." Dabi said, deciding for you.

"Yes, your Majesty." You said, bowing as you left the room.

-

The next day was rehearsal day. The servants were working hard to decorate evey inch of the castle, making sure to prepare for guests from far and away, perhaps because Keigo told them that this was going to be "the biggest wedding of history."

You were standing in the church with Keigo holding your gloved hand. Just because Dabi said you have to walk him down the aisle, doesn't mean you need to touch him. The gloves were only the smallest barrier.

"Thank you for doing this for me." Keigo said as you both walked down the aisle towards Dabi. Every fiber of your being was screaming to rip yourself away from him.

"Anything for my father." Your lips formed into a tight lipped smile.

Ignoring your comment, Keigo asked you something even more cursed. "Have you thought of how you'd address me now that I'm marrying your father?"

Bitch. Skank. Whore. Pig. Murderer. Ostrich. Ass hat. Pile of shit. Slut-

"I have more important affairs to be concerned about." You said, dismissing the topic, but of course Keigo wouldn't let it go.

"Well, I have and I'd prefer if you'd call me dad or papa. Mama is also fine, but spare me the royal titles. I don't care for them and I don't want you to be formal with me. We're family now." Keigo said as you both reached Dabi who took Keigo's hand from yours, both leaning down to kiss your cheeks.

You wonder if his touch would still linger if you placed a hot iron poker.

You were walking towards your room, when you passed by your mother's. Opening the door, you saw Inko was there as well, going through your mother's closet.

"Princess!" She turned around, bowing to you with a gentle smile. "Look what I've found!" She showed you some dresses, your mother's beloved gowns, her tiaras, her jewellery.

"I was thinking that you could wear them on the wedding!" Inko said, as she pulled out a beautiful baby blue gown with jewels and sakura blossoms embroidered on it. "They should be of your size, bit I'm happy to make a few alterations to it if you'd like!"

You smiled as you tried on the gown, it fit you perfectly. "And if you pair it with this tiara and your mother's favourite ring!" She placed the white princess tiara on your head, along with the turquoise ring that had diamonds around it, with a gold band. "Your father gave it to your mother on their wedding night. Your mother adored this ring so much, she often said the turquoise stone reminded her of your father whenever he went away om wars." Of course it did remind her of Dabi, his eyes had the same colour as the stone.

"I'll wear this." You said as you admired yourself in the mirror, happy at how you resembled your mother. "Will you have them polished for me?" Inko nodded as she took the ring and tiara from you.

At least there's something you could look forward to at this awful wedding.

-

Guests had started arriving two days before the wedding. Few had been invited to stay at this castle, while others had rooms arranged for them at the other castles nearby.

You had insisted on at least letting your friends stay at the castle, but Dabi turned you down, saying something about security concerns. But he allowed them to visit you during the day.

"Katsuki!" You giggled as you hugged the barbarian king, who only lifted you up and twirled you around.

"Stop acting like a buffoon. Set her down, she's a princess, not a cat." Momo chided as she fanned herself. Katsuki only huffed as he set you down.

"Empress Yaoryuzu-" you started bowing but she hit the top of your head with her fan lightly.

"Forgetting how you're supposed to address me?" She asked, raising her brow at you. You sighed before giving a peck on her lips.

"Hey! What the heck that?!" Katsuki asked as he pulled you behind him. You placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him. "Katsuki, it's just a traditional greeting in her land."

"Yes, but I don't expect uncultured barbarians to understand what traditions mean." Momo snickered.

"Alright, that's it-"

"Enough!" You yelled at them. "I have bigger matters to handle than to stop you two from fighting like children. So if you insist on bickering, please do it outside of this palace and on your own time. Do I make myself clear?" You glared at them as they finally nodded.

The "matters" that you need to handle are about you making sure that when Keigo marries Dabi, he doesnt get to sign a contract that states all about Keigo's new powers and "governing" opportunities. You need to make sure that Keigo doesn't get more power than needed, that he doesn't get a superior title to you, the legitimate heir, and that he doesn't get to add a clause or two that would benefit him and harm you.

A familiar servant passed by you, gave you a nod. Of course, you had initially thought of finding ways to stop the wedding altogether, so you had a servant bribe some concubines and knights to flirt with Keigo, if only to arouse rumours and better yet, catch him in a compromising position.

But you knew that with the wedding approaching, Keigo would be more cautious than ever, and it's not like Dabi would take off the veil of love off his eyes to even suspect that Keigo is cheating on him.

You sat in the garden after returning from the office, asking your uncle Shotou if the contract for marriage had been drawn up. He told you no, that its still in the works and should be coming in tomorrow evening, and when he asked why you wanted to know, you'd made some excuse about wanting to see whether your father was going to have new stamps made with Keigo's face in it.

He only chuckled, but both of you knew Dabi wouldn't be above doing such an abomination.

"What're you doing here alone, bub?" Dabi asked as he sat down next to you. "Everyone's inside, waiting for you."

You smiled softly. "Just... needed some air. Nothing to worry about."

Dabi hummed as he gazed ahead at the tree line. "I know everything is happening so fast and is hectic, so I haven't had the time to talk to you but-" He looked at you and smiled with soft eyes. "- I want to tell you how proud I am of you. For being so mature, for handling everything with such grace. I know this news wasn't easy for you, but I am grateful that you have accepted Keigo and have chosen to be a part of my happiness."

Chosen? There was never a choice.

You leaned your head on his shoulder. "Of course, dad. I will always love you."

He kissed your forehead. "And I, you."

-

The next day went by blur, mostly because of the guests and servants running rampant. Momo and Katsuki were in the backyard, away from the party, and you only spared a few glances when they began to duel. You couldn't deal with them right now, not when you had to go and read the marriage contract before Keigo could sign it.

You were on your way when you heard Inko arguing loudly with someone. For a sweet lady like her, it's not normal for her to yell at anyone. So, you went to check out the commotion first.

"THIS IS NOT THE JEWELLERY PIECES I SENT FOR YOU TO POLISH!" Inko said furiously, slamming her hands on the table. You peeked at the man she was yelling at, recognising him as the royal jeweller. "WHERE IS PRINCESS Y/N'S RING?!"

"I- um- they-" the man stumbled over his words as you finally let yourself in.

"Your Majesty!" They both bowed, as you waved them off. "What's the matter Inko? Where's my mother's ring?"

She shot a furious glare to the man, who cowered. "That's what I'm trying to find out."

You stepped forward and looked at the man with a calm smile. "Where's my ring? Did something happen to it? Did you lose it?" You asked and you could only imagine Inko's murderous intent if the man said that he did lose it.

"No, princess- I didn't lose it! The ring- the ring it's with- concubine Keigo!" You face never dropped as fast as it did in that moment.

"What? How is this possible?" You interrogated.

"After- after I took your jewellery from Inko, King Dabi had called me in to display all of the royal family's jewels, including yours! When he left the room, he told concubine Keigo to pick anything he'd like to wear in the wedding ceremony, and- well- he picked the late queen's ring, saying that it'd remind him of the King's eyes." He explained helplessly, but you had already left the room, storming up the stairs to take back your ring.

You didn't even have to go to Keigo's Chambers as you found the concubine standing in the hallway, a drunk blush on his cheeks, and wearing something glimmerd in the dim halls-

Your mother's ring.

"Y/n! I've been looking for you! Come, come to papa!"

All sense of logic and manners went out the window as you stormed towards him and slapped him so hard across the face, that he fell.

Keigo hadn't even begun to recover from the shock of being slapped when you began punching him.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?" You screamed. "WAS IT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU TO KILL MY MOTHER, TAKE HER THRONE, MARRY MY FATHER, THAT YOU HAD TO TAKE HER RING AWAY TOO?! THOSE ARE MY THINGS! THEY BELONG TO ME, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" You shrieked as Keigo tried to dodge your hits without hurting you.

His eyes went wide when you wrapped your hands around his throat and began choking him. "I'm going to fucking kill you! I'm going to end this for once and for all!"

"Y/N!" Someone yelled as they ripped you away from Keigo. "HAVE YOU FUCKING LOST IT!?" It was Dabi.

"YES!" You screamed. "I HAVE LOST IT, JUST LIKE YOU HAVE WHEN YOU DECIDED TO MARRY THAT FUCKING WHORE! IN FACT, I HAVE LOST A WHOLE LOT MORE THAN YOU! I HAVE LOST MY MOTHER BECAUSE YOU BROUGHT IN THAT FUCKING BITCH! I HAVE LOST MY GRANDFATHER BECAUSE YOU WERE BUSY SCREWING AROUND WITH THAT WHORE! I HAVE LOST MY ONLY FRIEND, BECAUSE YOUR MURDEROUS LITTLE SLUT DECIDED THAT I DO NOT DESERVE TO HAVE ANY HAPPINESS! AND I HAVE LOST MY MOTHER'S ONLY LEGACY BECAUSE YOUD MUCH RATHER GIVE IT TO YOUR NEW BED WARMER THAN TO ME!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Dabi yelled, getting dangerously close to your face. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANYMORE INSULT AND DISOBEDIENCE FROM YOU! TOMORROW IS OUR WEDDING-"

"FUCK YOUR WEDDING! EVERYONE KNOWS YOURE GOING TO BE MARRYING A MURDERER AND ID MUCH RATHER KILL MYSELF THAN BE A PART OF THAT SHITSHOW!" Dabi went silent at your words, deathly silent. Then... he chuckled as he looked over his shoulder at Keigo who was already shaking his head, as if to stop him before he does something he regrets.

"Its about time she knows, eh?" Dabi said as he laughed.

"Dabi, dont-" Keigo started, but you cut him off. "Know what?" You spat.

Dabi looked at you, and his eyes held a cruel expression.

"Keigo didn't kill your mother. I did."

You couldn't- couldn't process the words that had left his mouth. So, you made him repeat himself.

"What?" You whispered. Dabi knelt down to your level, leaned closer to you so you could look into his eyes and see he wasn't lying.

"I. Killed. Your Mother." He said slowly, as if talking to a child. "I hated your mother, and the only reason I had been putting up with her for so long was because she was taking care of you. But one day, she thought she could threaten me by saying that she was going to leave me. I told her fine, signed the divorce papers and gave them to her. She wasn't expecting it, so she said she was going to take you with her. Now, that was something I couldn't allow. So, your mother decided to try to hurt me by poisoning you. When I found her plans, I confronted her and told her to either drink that same poison she bad for you or she was to leave tomorrow morning and never see any of us again. She instead chose to kill herself because she believed it'd be far more of a dishonour to return to her home as a divorcee and without child."

Tears slipped down your face. "N-No, you're lying. I saw Keigo-"

"Keigo tried to save her, but I told him no. I made him stop. The very thought of harming you was punishable. She deserved to die, and I had no sympathy for her when she dropped dead in front of me. I even had the antidote, but I chose to watch her die." Dabi said coldly. "All this time, Keigo had been covering up for me. He didn't say a word when rumors started, knly because he didn't want to have people see me as a murderer. He adored you, he's taken care of you, has quietly taken every insult you've ever thrown his way. And this is how you repay him?"

"Only Keigo and I have truly ever loved you. Your own mother wanted to kill you for her own selfish gains." Dabi said harshly as your world finally collapsed around you.

You couldn't say anything, do anything as you tried to make sense of his words, tried to find a way to that would tell you that he's lying. But you couldn't.

"GUARDS!" Dabi called. "Lock the princess in the hightower. Tie her to her bed, make sure she doesn't hurt herself or escape." He said before helping Keigo up. You couldn't protest as the guards dragged you to the hightower, didn't move a muscle as they tied you to your bed. All you could do was look up at the ceiling and cry mutely.

All these years, all this time, you'd been blaming Keigo, when everything that has ever happened to you was your beloved father's fault. The man you loved, the man you looked up to, the man you cherished... he had been the one who killed your mother?

The more you thought over his confession, the more you felt yourself age. By morning, you didn't have energy to even breathe.

The doors opened, you continued to look up at the wall, tears brimming your eyes.

Dabi walked in, and you didn't need to see his face to know he was still mad at you. No, the anger was practically radiating off him.

"You are to get ready and smile as you walk Keigo down the aisle. If you do something stupid, I will have your friends hunted down and killed. Do I make myself clear?" He didn't wait for an answer.

-

"Princess, please, at least eat something." Inko said pushing the slice of bread to your lips, but you didn't part them. Simply looking ahead in the mirror with a blank stare as the maids did your hair and makeup. "Izuku, she hasn't said a word since morning! I'm getting worried."

Izuku nodded and signalled the maids to leave. He turned your head towards to him and smiled warmly at you. "Y/n... princess, what's the matter? Tell me, so I can fix it, hm?"

Some things can never be fixed.

You didn't say anything, only looking at him with that hundred yard stare, and Izuku couldn't help but feel a little spooked.

He helped you walk towards the church where Keigo was already waiting for you. He was dressed in a white fitted gown that was sleeveless and backless, and had a fishtail. The dress itself had body chains made of gold and Ruby and sapphires sewed in an intricate pattern. And his veil? He didn't opt to wear one.

He looked at you and smiled kindly, although you couldn't really tell the difference at this point. "You look beautiful, Y/n." He held out his arm for you. "Ready to walk me down?"

You didn't have the energy or want to link your arm with his. Inko had to help you place your arm around his.

The doors to the church opened and the choir began singing hymns. The guests turned to look at you and Keigo, who was beaming as he looked at the end of the aisle where Dabi stood, a satisfied smile on his own face.

Your body felt weak, too weak and... different. You were dragging your steps, which fortunately no one could tell since they were hidden under your gown. At some point, it felt more like Keigo was walking you than you were walking him.

You weren't smiling at all. No, you still had the blank stare on your face, which luckily few people noticed since everyone was focused on Keigo.

"What's wrong with her?" Momo whispered to Katsuki as they saw your face. "Why does she look so... disturbed?"

"She must've seen your face." Katsuki remarked, although truth be told, he was also very concerned. Something felt off. Very off.

When you reached the end of the aisle, Dabi took Keigo's from you, and as rehearsed, they both kissed your cheek, but not before Dabi whispered-

"You forgot to smile. Behave."

Shotou guided you towards your seat in the front row, where you were sat next to your grandparents.

The officiant began the ceremony, but you couldn't pay attention to his words. All you could focus was on the turquoise ring on Keigo's hand.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Rei asked, a frown on her face. You didn't reply, opting to look at your father now.

Your father, your dad, the man you trusted more than anyone, the man who murdered your mother, who had murdered Tomura, who had murdered AFO, who had-

You couldn't breathe, you felt too warm, too hot, everything was burning inside you.

"You may now kiss the groom!" They locked lips, only breaking apart when someone screamed.

It took you a few seconds to realise that it was you who was screaming, only because-

Your hand was on fire.

By the time Dabi or anyone else reached you, your entire body had been engulfed in wild blue flames. Flames that were so hot and out of control, that neither Dabi or Enji or even Shotou could control them. Rei tried to use her ice, but it evaporated before it even came within 6 feet of you. The flames began spreading, making the guests panic and leave the church.

Shotou was the first one to piece it together. "Its her quirk!" Immeadiately, Enji and Dabi began giving you commands on how to control it, to calm yourself, to listen!

Dabi even tried to approach you, maybe if he were to touch you, you'd listen. But your fire was too hot, and you backed away anytime they tried to come closer, only screaming in agony as you burned yourself.

After 5 minutes, only when you fainted from pain and exhaustion did the flames stop. Your body... the aftermath made it beyond recognisable. Parts of your limbs were burned so badly, you could see the bone, while the rest of your skin had charred and burned well enough to know that no nerves will be working there.

Despite everything, you were still somehow miraculously breathing... barely. Dabi couldn't believe the nightmare he'd just witnessed, but his disbelief could wait as he gathered you in his arms and yelled at Shotou to get a doctor.

Everyone left the church, except for Keigo. He had dropped to his knees and was trying to wrap his around the horrible sight he'd seen. Be was trying to compose himself, trying to lie to himself that this... this was not his fault.

He knew he was wrong.

-

Dabi couldn't peel his eyes away from you, he needed to make sure that your chest rose and fell evenly. The moment it stopped- it wouldn't- but if it did, he needed to be there to resuscitate you.

Emperor Kai was fortunately right outside the church, waiting to be of assistance. It was a good thing he was from the land of healers, he was able to stabilise you.

While Dabi kept his eyes on your burned form, Kai opted to talk with Shotou. "It was her own quirk that brought out those flames, seemingly she got the dominant Todoroki quirk." He commented, glancing your way. "What she didn't inherit was the skin resistance to bare those very flames. She burned herself quite badly, and it doesn't help that the smoke from her own burning has damaged her lungs as well. She's still in a critical condition, I've done all I can. All we can do is wait and watch to see if her body can heal itself."

He also explained to Shotou that since its very rare to get a quirk at your age, that's why you couldn't control it. Kai reasoned that the reason your quirk did develop at that moment was probably because you were under some stress, maybe something had tipped you over emotionally, making your quirk appear so fiercely and harshly.

"Like an outlet, when we cry when we breakdown. She burned herself to release that stress." Kai explained.

Shotulou had walked him out of the room, only after ensuring that no one else was around did he ask that question.

"Her chances of survival... what are they?"

Kai's blank stare didn't give away the type of news he'd give. "Anything is possible, but it all depends on her body's ability to heal itself, her willpower to live. Medically speaking, I've done everything I can. Now, only she can save herself."

Can you save yourself, Y/n?

So... THOUGHTS????

And yall better fucking comment because I did not waste my entire fucking day on this when I COULDVE BEEN STUDYING FOR MY TEST ON TUESDAY FOR YALL TO BE DRY ASS.

in for it being him purchasing an enormous mirror to hang against your bedroom wall so he can rail you at all angles possible. each position john contorts you in never strays too far from the reflection he orders you to observe, your sweaty body and bouncing every pound of his hips. the mattress bobs along with you as john loses himself in every part of you. completely drunk and half-gone at the sight of you moving the way you do. rambling at the shell of your ear with slurred words and hot pants.

"'m hurt, love. been hidin' yourself from me."

"s'the end of that now, tho, huh?"

"see that? hm? all soft 'n plush f'me. just like i like ya..."

"don't want you doin' that shite anymore. want all of you... wanna see all of you. all the time. understand?"

CW - smut, monsterfucking tbh, unprotected sex, yay. There’s kind of a plot but really it’s just bs. I just write bullshit guys sorry. Just put me down if you hate it. I’m kidding. Love u

Say it with me now, Isle doesn’t do beta read!!! If you see any typos, no you didn’t.

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“Yea Beth, yea I can take him,” you muttered, phone pressed between your ear and shoulder, sat on the dusty barn floor. You had a bottle in one hand, and a feisty lamb in the other, trying to squirm out of your hold towards the milk.

“Thank you, I’ve called everywhere, not many people are interested in an ox hybrid that hasn’t been socialized…”

The lamb bleated while you situated yourself, allowing it to suckle on the bottle as strands of your hair found their way into your mouth. You spit a few times, attempting to clear them.

“I’ll be at yours in maybe.. an hour?”

You furrowed your brows, nearly dropping your phone as you replied to your friend.

“An hour!? Beth, I thought I’d at least have a couple more? I’ve still got to take the old hay out of the stall is I’m taking this hybrid,” you groaned, standing up after the lamb eagerly finished his breakfast.

Brushing your hands on your pants and quickening your pace towards the older stall at the end of the barn, you finally grabbed your phone to hold it near your ear.

“Yea, well, rescues aren’t convenient. See you shortly.”

The line cut, leaving you to stand in front of the stall, sighing. Goats bleated from the pasture, and a few of the older horses sounded from their trough. The dust seemed to never settle, swirling in the air as you rolled your sleeves up.

Fingers wrapping around the pitchfork, you begun to empty the room of the older hay. You’d used that stall for a sheep that recently given birth, not having the time to clean it since. She’d been back with the flock a few hours later. It’d only been dirty two days, but you felt a little ashamed.

You knew this wouldn’t be the size an ox hybrid usually needed, but it would have to do for now. It wasn’t uncommon for you to accept rescues, especially hybrids. While you didn’t keep hybrids on the farm long-term like you did other animals, you had developed quite the reputation as the last hope for emergency situations.

When Beth had called you, begging you to take an ox hybrid from a repossessed farm, you agreed instantly. Your biggest rescue to date, for hybrids at least.

Once you’d cleared out the stall, you set it up with fresh hay, and a few good scoops of feed. It smelled like straw, smelled clean.

Beth would be getting there any moment, prompting your brisk walk to the driveway as you heard rocks from the long road crunching under tires.

You brimmed your eyes with your hand, recognizing Beth’s white truck, muddy and nearly brown, with a large trailer in tow.

A cloud of dirt kicked up behind the truck as she pulled up to where you were standing, and switching off the engine. Beth hopped out of the drivers seat, slamming the door as she walked up to you, squinting her eyes a bit.

“I know it was short notice hun, but this one was bad,” she spoke as she hugged you, pulling away and setting her weight on her left hip, “not really sure what they had this guy doing, but he won’t speak, and he snorts whenever we get too close. Big boy, too. Probably 250lbs, well over 6 feet.”

You followed Beth to the trailer, crossing your arms as she unlatched the door. Birds sang around you, warm heat shining down at the hinges groaned at the movement.

Shit, she wasn’t kidding.

A hybrid larger than any you’d ever seen, standing in the center of the trailer, hands bound, and a collar with two chains attached to the sides of the car to keep him stabilized during travel.

His eyes were low lidded, instantly trained and tracking both of your movements. His body was covered in a thin, yet solid layer of hair. It was blonde, matching the top of his head. Loose, tan trousers hung from his hips, dirty and torn. His thighs were large, strengthened from years of labor, as well as his biceps and forearms. His nose was slightly rectangular, emphasizing his bullish roots.

But what really caught your eye were his horns. Long and smooth, about a foot each, curving forward at the tips.

Beth stepped up into the trailer, moving slowly as she unhooked the chains connected to his collar, and started to walk him out.

“He hasn’t tried to hurt anyone, only huffing when we get too close to him. About three feet is as close as we’ve gotten. Not terrible,” she called to you, eyes trained on his movements as he exited the trailer.

Beth spoke as if he couldn’t understand her. A lot of people did that around hybrids, people who didn’t understand.

His hooves clacked against the metal until they met dirt, changing to a muffled thump. You were rather intrigued by his hooves, as he still had human hands. Hybrids never failed to surprise you, as they really had no specific look outside of characteristics.

“You’re big, aren’t you?” You asked him, tilting your head as he snorted quickly when Beth moved up to try to remove his collar. He didn’t respond.

Beth sighed, walking over and handing you the chains attached to the poor bulls collar.

“Look, I got shit to do, and none of it involves getting the collar off this brute. Thanks again for taking him, I’ll see ya,” she says all too quickly, packing up her trailer and hopping in her truck.

You grumble and wave her off before your eyes meet the his, which haven’t left your form since you took the chains.

“Do you know why you’re here?” You asked, half expecting not to get an answer, before a gruff voice sounded.

“Hot.”

You paused for a moment, before blinking and nodding your head.

“Right, it is hot out here. I’ve got a stall fresh and ready for you, water too,” you replied, gesturing to the stable with your head, maintaining eye contact.

Though he still looked as tense as before, he grunted, taking a step forward, but not another until you did. The chains rattled quietly, and you eyed his neck.

“Would you let me take that off of you? It’s inhumane,” you said, turning to face him before you would walk to the stable.

He seemed to ponder for a moment, before taking a knee, and then fully kneeling. His eyes, blue and apprehensive, bore directly into your soul despite his obvious cooperation.

You carefully approached him, keeping your hands visible. You held one out, allowing him to get your scent before touching him.

His face and body were littered with scars. Some were shallow, some were deep, and one cleared his upper lip to his eye, giving him a cleft. It almost looked like he was sneering.

You battled with the thick leather for a moment, listening to it drop to the ground once it gave. You made quick work of the bindings on his hands, trusting that he wouldn’t get crazy.

When you stepped away, he stood again. He didn’t thank you, but rather gestured to the stable with his chin as he looked at you.

“Water.”

You nodded, offering a gentle smile while you led him to the stables. His heavy hooves sounded behind you despite his calm pace.

As you entered the stables, he ducked his head, attempting not to hit his horns on the wooden beams. You held your hand out to present the small stall, swallowing thickly.

“I know it’s not much, far too small than you’d like, but I’ll get you situated in a bigger stall in the main barn soon. This is temporary,” you explained, watching his cautious entry into the building, and the stall. He glanced at fresh hay, and then the water.

He moved slightly quicker than he had before, dropping to his knees and dipping his head to the container. He slurped up the lukewarm water in gulps, his eyes fluttering closed.

You watched for a moment, noticing how his long, floppy ears would flick as a fly landed, or how his fur ran up the flat bridge of his nose.

“Do you have a name?”

The hybrid stopped drinking, his hands holding the sides of the bucket as he looked up at you.

“Simon.”

You nodded, introducing yourself to him. When he didn’t say much else, you took that as your cue. You imagined he was tired, and wasn’t exactly in the mood for a chat.

“Well, Simon, I’m going to tend to my chores, but I’ll be back in a few hours to check on you. Please, familiarize yourself with the stables, I’ll be out in the pasture, if you need me.”

He just stared at you, not moving from his kneeling position.

You’d give him some space.

—

You had been fixing a couple posts in the far corner of the pastures for the last two hours, barbed wire snagging your thick gloves every now and again. You’d gotten pricked twice on the forearm, the small cuts dried up by this point.

Sweat beaded down your forehead, and you grumbled softly to yourself as you yanked out a rusted nail from the post, putting the object in your toolkit so none of the sheet got into it.

Normally, the sheep would be coming up behind you and trying to see what you were getting up to by now, but they hadn’t come. You were a little confused, hammering in a replacement nail before turning to see your flock, only to be met with him.

He was standing a few yards from you, staring you down. You weren’t sure how long he’d been there, but a lamb grazed near his hooves, meaning he didn’t just get there.

You wiped your forearm across your forehead, standing up fully and packing up your toolkit. You carried the box over to where he stood, your hand covering the sun from your eyes as the lamb bleating in excitement to your feet.

“Found your way into the pastures, did you Simon?” You asked, offering a light grin as he blinked at you.

Hybrids were a mixed bag. Some spoke as humans did, others spoke sparingly, and some not at all. But they all understood.

“Many sheep.”

You hummed, chuckling softly as you knelt down to pick up the lamb, cradling her to your chest.

“You know why you’re here, right Simon?” You questioned, wanting to make sure he wasn’t confused with his situation.

“Yes,” he replied, glancing down for a moment before his eyes met yours again, “owners before, did not pay. Lost land.”

You nodded, setting the lamb back down and grabbing your toolbox once more while beginning to walk down the hill towards your farmhouse.

Simon followed.

“You know, I’ve rescued a lot of hybrids, Simon. But none have been as big as you,” you complimented, fanning your face slightly from the heat, “did your previous owners work you?”

He didn’t respond for a moment, still following you over the grass.

“Something like work,” he replied, clearly not looking to speak about it any further.

—

It had been a few weeks since you’d gotten Simon. You’d moved him into a larger stall in the main barn, to which he seemed pleased. He didn’t speak much unless prompted, and enjoyed watching you work. He would stand for hours, keeping an eye as you fixed up areas around the pasture.

One afternoon, you stood in front of a rather large hay bale, too exhausted to move it into the barn. You’d already done 10, the smaller kind that were easy to transport. You needed the large bale after a deep clean, it was the stall straw.

Simon had been watching, his ears flicking slightly in interested when you had stared at the bald for over ten minutes.

The hybrid walked up behind you, you could hear his hooves, and smell his musky scent. You turned your head slightly, noticing he was closer than he ever had been.

“I can move it,” he offered, looking at you with neutral eyes, though something in his tone hinted that he wanted to.

You shrugged, stepping aside and gesturing to the bale.

“That’d be a great help, Simon. I need it in that stall,” you spoke, your finger pointing to the stall near the end of the barn.

Simon just huffed. It wasn’t a warning, but an acknowledgment. Like he was proud to do it.

You expected the bull to push it, as that was the easiest way, yet he didn’t. Simon made his way around the large bale, eyeing it for a moment before turning his back, kneeling, and hooking his hands into the twine that held the bale together.

Suddenly, he stood, exhaling loudly, and picking up the bale with ease. His muscles flexed through his skin, showing even through the layer of hair. His hooves thudded against the barn floor, his thighs magnificent as they carried Simon to do what he was built for.

In less than two minutes, the bale was settled in the hay stall, something that would’ve taken you at least half an hour.

You followed behind him, a large grin plastered on your face.

“Simon, that was amazing! You lifted that like it was nothing!” You gushed, watching has he shook his head, dislocating the straw him his hair as he stepped closer to you.

He didn’t reply immediately, just peering down at you for a moment before he knelt, looking up at you.

“Touch..” he said softly, blinking at you with long, thick lashes.

You were a bit speechless for a moment, tilting your head as you cleared your throat. You couldn’t deny the hybrid was attractive, his body nearly fully human aside from his hooves, horns, ears, small tail, and hair. He looked like the burly ranch hands you’d employ for seasonal work, just hybrid.

You reached out, carefully touching his head before he pushed upwards, his eyes closing as a whisper of a smile graced his lips.

He groaned softly, enjoying your fingers now confidently threading through his hair, drifting down to scratch behind his ear.

“This what you want?” You ask softly, kneeling to be at his level.

His eyes opened slightly, still leaned fully into your hand.

“Want you,” he mumbled, barely concentrating on words with your fingers so delicately scratching him, “mate..”

He suddenly moved closer to you, knocking you backwards from your knees onto the floor. You caught yourself with your elbows as Simon’s nose began to press against your neck, mindfully keeping his horns away from your face.

He took a deep breath, his thick arms wrapping around your waist as his tongue gently lapped at the sensitive skin.

“S-Simon!” You squeaked, unsure how you felt about the situation, despite knowing you were surprised.

“Nice to me.. let me help.. want you for mate..” he muttered as he scented you again, nearly drunk off of your scent. But just as quickly as it happened, he pulled back, shaking his head slightly.

He huffed slightly, the warning snort he first made when Beth was getting him out of the trailer.

“What..? What was that?” You asked, scrambling to your feet.

You looked down at him, and he huffed again, looking almost scared.

“Stop snorting, I’m not going away. What was that about?” You asked, this time taking a step closer to him.

Simon clenched his teeth slightly, blinking a few times before a low groan came from his throat.

“Need mate.. want you.. but..” he trailed off, glancing down at your body, and then at his, “I think too fragile..”

Your brows furrowed for a moment before your heart nearly stopped, and you swallowed thickly.

You had heard that bulls often got kickstarted into their rut from random things, especially showing off to a potential mate. That was exactly what the hybrid was doing, showing off his strength to impress you.

But now, Simon was fully restraining himself, especially after he’d gotten a whiff of your scent. Warm, sweaty, straw. You smelled good, you smelled like what he had grown to become fond of in the last few weeks.

He had to pull himself off of you, a moment longer and he wouldn’t have stopped.

He was grinding his molars, panting a bit as he looks towards his stall, and back to you. He stood, chest heaving as his nose twitched.

“I’m not fragile,” you replied, taking a deep breath, “I agreed to rescue you… and that means taking care of you.”

That was all he needed to hear, quickly hoisting you up over his shoulder with a surprised yelp from your lips. Simon carried you to his stall as if you weighed nothing, and set you down on the packed up straw in the corner.

His nose was pressing into your neck again, with surprising awareness of his horns in relation to yourself. His hands ran along your body, pointed black nails dragging against your clothing. Simon huffed in your ear, his tongue lapping at you again. The taste of your sweat on his tongue was driving him mad, the salt satiating his desires for just a few moments every lick.

He groaned and grunted, fat bulge already grinding against your core through your jeans and his trousers. The smell of straw was intense, but his musky scent was even more so. Simon couldn’t help himself any longer, but whimpered slightly, not wanting to rip your clothing. He didn’t want his mate to be angry.

“Clothes.. please.. need them off..” he groaned, nudging your jaw with his nose as he began to pepper kisses to it, his tongue running along the angle.

Your fingers quickly begun to undo the buttons, gasps and soft moans being pulled from your lips as his hips rut against yours. You finally managed to slip off your shirt, and hastily unbuttoned your jeans, shoving them off.

He immediately began to nip and lick at your chest, your hands curling into his hair. He groaned in satisfaction as you gripped, feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple while his hands fumbled with his pants.

You knew this wasn’t about you, you knew not to expect anything crazy. But when his large hands secured themselves to your hips, pulling cunt up to his mouth, you realized you were wrong.

Simons nose nestled into your folds, breathing you in deeply. His eyes were fluttering closed as his fingers dig into your skin. His mouth opened, tongue immediately plunging inside you to lap up everything he wanted.

He didn’t care that you weren’t showered, didn’t care about the unshaven hair on your mount, in fact he wanted it. He needed it. His needy moans sounded as he ate you out, his nose bumping your clit as you whined.

Your hands gripped his hand, hips bucking as he made out with your cunt sloppily. Spit and arousal began to drip down his chin, landing on the straw beneath.

You’d felt yourself getting close quickly, but when his eyes opened again, looking down at you as he ate you out like a beast starved, you knew you were done for.

Orgasm ripping through you, your thighs clenched around him, and one of his hands left your hips. You felt your womb contracting, while his tongue still wriggled inside you. His free hand began to stroke himself dryly, the cock you hadn’t even seen.

As you panted and whimpered, he gently set you back down, moving to press his forehead to yours, and kissing you. His lips were soaked, and his tongue tasted like your sweet cunt. His tip suddenly bumped your folds, and he huffed softly, nuzzling you.

“Want to.. want to.. need to..please need to..” he whined, his thumb brushing over your hip. Simon nipped at your jaw, begging for the okay.

You nodded, spreading your legs to accommodate his as he began to press in, hip head easily slipping through due to your arousal.

Simon was immediately stretching you, his teeth baring as you gasped, gripping onto his hair. His fat tip nudged into you more, begging for your walls to open up without struggle.

“Mmmmf…mate.. my.. mate..” he huffed out before his hips snapped forward, burying his cock up to his knot, which bumped at your entrance.

His hips began to rut wildly, intense, controlled thrusts filling you up each time. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you up like a ragdoll as his cock rammed into your womb over and over.

All you could smell was his musk, the way he smelled of everything barn. Growling and grunting he kept up his pace, pulling soft mewls from your throat. You wanted to moan, you did, but each sound kept getting caught in your throat.

He pulled away for a moment as he thrusted, looking down at you as your eyes rolled back into your head, your tits bouncing in time with your body. Each time your hips connected he grunted. Simon’s eyes raked over you in what looked like adoration, and protectiveness.

His head dipped back down to lap at your neck, huffing as the straw scratched at your back.

“Gonna knot you.. knot my mate,” he groaned out, his thrusts becoming harder as he pulled out farther each time.

You began to moan now, somehow finding your voice again as your fingers moved to your clit, his fat tip rubbing against your walls perfectly. You rubbed the small bundle of nerves before his hand reached over yours, and rubbed with you, guiding your fingers to go faster.

You felt his thrust stutter for a moment as he pushed something thick against your cunt despite already tapping your womb. He did this a few more times, grunting and whimpering before his hips snapped forward, forcing his thick knot into your squelching entrance.

You gasped loudly, your legs twitching as you came again, the bulbous portion of his cock throbbing inside of you as he came, spurting thick white ropes against your cervix, locking the two of you.

His groaned, panting slightly as he nuzzled against you, whimpering as you clenched rhythmically. Your body collapsed, but he was eager to hold you.

He lapped affectionately at your neck and jaw, before rolling over and allowing himself to lay back on the straw, keeping you firmly situated against his chest.

His knot wouldn’t go down for a while, keeping you connected as he hummed in content, huffing proudly.

“Mate happy?” He asked softly, nudging your face with his nose.

You mumbled tiredly, curling up a bit closer to him as your eyelids drooped.

crossposting from bsky - glad I stopped using spotify when I did and that I unlinked it from my discord, but still

That's what Simon believed, that's why he hid it with his mask, it isn't a simple insecurity, it's something deep and ugly that's been rotting in his heart for years until it became an alter-ego.

Even after all his years, even if it was barely, he still felt it.

The shame and embarrassment, how he's saved children's life and they ran away crying thanks to his mask, how people would look at him like he was the problem and more than once he just wanted to dissapear.

More than once he tried to disappear.

So when you looked up at him, grateful for him saving your dog's life, hugging him, blushing, asking him if he had anything to do for the weekend.

"What? What do you mean? You don't disgust me!, how can someone feel scared of a sweet man like you, I don't really understand how people can act like that"

You looked genuinely clueless at why he pulled you back, saying such a pretty thing like you shouldn't be close to a broken, big man like him, and that's what made the walls on his heart crumble.

He was stunned, flushed, behind the mask his eyes were wide at your honest opinion and baffled expression, searching for any sign of mockery, the one's he's seen in his whole life and when he didn't find anything, just a pure, loving heart, he became a big giant softie.

That was the first time he met you, so that's why twelve years later, in his big house, his two pretty daughters sleeping in their own rooms upstairs, you on his lap with one of his shirts on you, hair messy, two marriage rings glinting on your fingers and the one he gave you when you gave birth to his first daughter, peppering his mask less face with kisses until he blushed like a schoolboy.

"Oh love you're blushing" you cooed sweetly at his shy smile, he simply squeezed your waist lovingly, whispering a soft.

"Thank you love, really, for being part of my life, my wife, the mother of my daughters, you're my hero"

He looked at you with such awestruck eyes all you could do was blush, giggle and kiss his lips, tilting your head.

Price growled low, his massive frame looming over you, veins bulging on his forearms as he gripped your thighs, his cock throbbing against your slick inner leg, smeared with your juices and his own leaking precum. The musky stench of sex hung heavy—cum, sweat, and your arousal mixing into a heady fog that made his balls tighten with fresh need. Seeing you wrecked like this—your cunt puffy and gaping slightly from his abuse—sent a dark thrill through him; he wanted to soil you more, mark every inch as his.

“I'm just getting started”, he grins, voice thick with lust, the words hitting you like a slap to your clit, making it throb painfully. Before you can even whimper in response he shoves your face into the sheets “stay there” he orders, voice rough and demanding. You stay still, fingers gripping the sheets as his rough hands pried your ass cheeks apart. Cool air immediately hit your soaked holes, your thighs trembling as his previous load oozed from your pussy, trailing down to coat your clit and pool on the bed. Your mouth watered involuntarily, tongue lolling out as the humiliation twisted into heat, your body a slick, filthy offering.

He drank in the sight, eyes dark with possession—your arched back forcing your ass up high, cheeks spread wide to show off the creamy mess he left inside, your holes glistening under the soft light of the bedroom like they beg for more abuse. “Look at that, leaking my load like a proper whore,” he rasped, admiration laced with dirtiness, before his palm smacked down hard on your ass, making you jolt and whine “John!”. The pain sparked straight to your core, nerves firing wildly, and you ground back against nothing, chasing the degradation.

“I can't—” you gasped, voice muffled and broken, nails digging into the mattress as tears of overstimulation pricked your eyes. “Come on, love, just one more for me. Can you be a good girl and give me one more?” he cooed, his beard scraping your skin as he leaned in, hot breath fanning your exposed flesh. You nodded frantically in need of his approval, arching your back further into him, “that’s my girl”.

But he couldn’t help himself, not when you moaned his name so prettily, not with your fucked up expression and hazy eyes looking at him so sweetly, not with how gorgeous your cunt looked stretched out around his dick. He needed to see you cum until you physically couldn’t.

The guys have some sort of obsession with watching you get ready.

You’re not normally getting too dolled up, with missions and what not, but sometimes on leave you like to indulge a little.

The first time was when you were sitting on the floor in front of Soap’s dinky full-body mirror that distorted things just a little, lining your lips, concentrated on not fucking it up. You looked behind you in the reflection to realize Johnny was staring intently at your machinations, leaning back in his desk chair to get a better view, to the point where the front two legs were coming off the ground.

“Johnny, be careful.” You chastised, worried he’d fall over.

The chair slams back down, “I am…” he moves to stand instead, plopping himself down directly behind you, legs out so you’re cradled against his chest.

You’re applying the lipgloss now. “What’re you doing…” you’re talking without moving your lips, muffling your speech a little.

His chin finds your shoulder, slotting in perfectly to keep looking at you. “Just lookin’, birdie.”

Your lips turn up, “want some?” You turn your head to look at him, faces incredibly close now.

His ears turn red and he nods just a little. You connect your lips in a soft kiss, humming a little at how he melts even more into you.

It’s a nice moment, calm and happy, until—

“Hen…hen it’s burnin’. Why is it burning—love help me-“ he’s wiping his lips furiously and waving his hands in front of his face like it’ll cool it off.

You’re giggling furiously, “it’s- it’s plumping—“

“What devilry are ya doin’ to yerself?!” He’s moving to stand, running out the door to the kitchen to start rubbing water on the lower half of his face.

You follow him out slower, giggling all the while.

The rest of the team is in the common area, brought to attention to the commotion.

Kyle hums when he sees you, coming up to wrap his arms around your waist, “don’t you look pretty.”

You smile, leaning in—

“Don’t fall for it, Kyle!” Johnny brings his face up from the water momentarily to save his comrade.

Simon looks up from his book, “plumping gloss, Johnny?” He nods solemnly, “oldest trick in the book, got me with that one months ago.”

Johnny finally emerges from the water, lips…red and puffy.

“Seems you’re lookin’ pretty too, Johnny.” Price chimes in, clearly teasing him.

price: this man is dressing you in the sweetest little gingham shorts to show off your fluffy tail, getting you to hop around his cottage yard to find the eggs he’s hidden for you. he’s too old to play games, so he’s content to watch from the porch as his cigar smoke curls in the spring sunshine

gaz: similar to price, he’ll be spending it with you outside. the bastard loves to show off, so he’ll pick a popular park to have a picnic with you, making sure everyone can see your bunny ears are real and not just a headband. might even enter you in a stupid hop competition just so you can beat them all and be his winner (which he will be sending to soap)

soap: he’s a family man, what can he say? he’ll have you in scotland, playing with all of his nieces and nephews — arts n crafts, egg hunts, and he even lets his niece trace your ears on a paper so she can cut them out and wear them like yours. any chance alone he’s murmuring in those fluffy white ears about how nice it would be to have wee bunny!hybrids bouncing around you all with his ridiculously blue eyes (“think about it, bun, hey?”)

Oh, we're back to our prank prompts. I love a good prank prompt. Really. It's so much fun. Some of these have a touch of cuteness/sweetness, and some are...smutty. Thought y'all deserve a little variety...as a treat. Enjoy!

*Note: this is the green pump/diesel (US)

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Task Force 141 x afab!reader

Content & Warnings (mdni): swearing, spanking, established relationship, pranks, sexual content, humor

Word Count: 1k

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Simon doesn’t get why you hate him so much. simon riley x sergeant!reader who hates(?) his guts tags/cw: nsfw 18+, explicit sexual content, afab!reader, simon kind of corners you for a sec so a smidge of dubcon but there’s verbal consent right after!, male masturbation, light masochism, sexual tension, brat kink, degradation kink, sparring as foreplay, hate sex (kind of), dirty thoughts & dirty talk, teasing, oral, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, FEELINGS, just hear me out okay. [5k words] based off of this request!

Simon doesn’t get why you hate him so much.

Doesn’t understand why you’re perfectly polite with Price and the others but look at him like fresh shit smeared on your boot’s sole.

Not that he cares; it’s only mildly irritating to have to listen to you talk shit whenever he’s busy tracking a target down his scope.

Better not miss, Lt.

Would be a really big mess to clean if you fuck this up, Lt.

Don’t tell me you’re getting rusty, Lt?

A right anklebiter, you are. It gets worse when you’re both on base– when the verbal pettiness turns physical.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

He's sitting on the couch, sketchbook in his lap and a pencil resting in his hand. He's been working on a new sketch of you for the last hour.

Meanwhile, you're across from him, scrolling on your phone.

All of a sudden, you nudge his foot with yours, "Babe, babe, babe." You launch yourself on top of him, shoving your phone in his face, "Look at this."

He has to squint to see what you're trying to show him. The text on the screen says 'Show this to your boyfriend-' but he's too busy completely ignoring the second part of the meme, instead focusing on the 'boyfriend' part.

"Boyfriend?" He grins and pulls you into him, letting his sketchbook and pencil drop off to the side.

"What?" You frown and look back at your phone, then back at him.

"Ye called me boyfriend." He skims his hand up and down your back, "Ye've never called me it before." He nuzzles your head, "Ah'm yer boyfriend." He coos happily.

"Yes, yes you are." You roll your eyes, but snuggle into him, happy that he's happy.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle and you are at a bar on a date. It's not his typical choice for a date night but your dates always tended to be pretty spur of the moment, just like your relationship.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend." Kyle could hear you talking to the bartender, "That's him, right over there." You point your finger over your shoulder. When you see his eyes on you, you smile and wave.

Immediately, he's out of his seat and next to you. He wraps his arm slightly around your waist, leaning into you, "Hey, dove." He smiles. The bartender quickly and thankfully slips away.

You turn into him, "Was that necessary?"

"Yup." He kisses your cheek, "They were flirting with you."

"Yeah, they were. You worried?"

"Mmm." He pretends to think about it for a moment then shakes his head with a grin, "Why would I be worried? You called me your boyfriend. No guy could be worried after that."

"Don't be so smug, Kyle." You slip out from under his arm.

He grabs the drinks off the bar and follows after you, "Bit hard not to be after that show!"

You flip him off and he can only grin in response.

I mean the guy never got a good up bringing. Not much of maternal love for him either. So now that he is grown up, his ways of finding that kind of love in his partner is...twisted. Like, he'll randomly stand behind you when you are cooking and start to fondle your tits without warning. He keeps squeezing and massaging your supple chest until your nipples are pointing and aching to be suckled on.

You refuse to let him suckled though. It's embarrassing. I mean, come on, who let's their boyfriend of 2 weeks suck their nipple? You keep refusing him for sometime, he is just so persistent about it. But then, he stops trying to convince you finally and you think that everything's fine, right?

But in the next course of week, your breasts start to swell and ache. By the second week, the nipples start to ache for some release but you're not sure why. It just aches all over. You massage them but end up getting overstimulated from your already sensitive tits. By the third week, you begin to leak droplets of milk, staining your bra and t-shirt. You don't know how it happened or how to stop it. But the longer you don't let the milk out, the more it aches. You don't have any other choice but to tell Simon everything.

Simon, he listens carefully and suggests, "how about I suck it out a little, Lovie?"

You feel shy but give in to the suggestion anyways. And oh boy! Simon laches on to your tits the moment you nod to let him begin. He has lifted your shirt and bra up, his one hand rubbing your one tit while the his mouth is sucking on your other tit. He drinks your milk like a man starved. He hums in the ecstasy of it all. It only got more agressive when he heard you whimpering and moaning softly.

By the time simon was done, you did feel a little relieved.

Little did you know, it was all Simon's doing to make you lactate by mixing lactation drugs in your food just so you come to him willingly and he gets to suck your tits full of milk.

Characters included: Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price, Roach, Nikolai, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria, Keegan, Konig, Nikto, Krueger, Graves, Farah, Hadir, Alex, Laswell, Makarov

John "Soap" MacTavish Soap haunts your laundry room because he's convinced the dryer is demonic. You catch him floating above the washer, arms crossed, muttering, " knew the towels had a grudge." He's the type of ghost who tries to scare you but always ends up startling himself instead. He knocks over shampoo bottles when he gets bored and occasionally hums bagpipes through the vents at 3 AM. He insists he's the " fun ghost," even while dripping ectoplasm into your cereal. Still, every now and then, you'll feel a phantom hug from behind and hear, "Don't mind me, just hauntin' my favorite human."

Simon "Ghost" Riley He literally is Ghost, so this is just a career pivot. He's your shadow in every hallway mirror and the cold breath on your neck when you're brushing your teeth. Ghost doesn't try to scare you-he guards you. But he does lean into the horror movie aesthetic. You once caught him standing on the ceiling just to see your reaction. When you asked why, he simply whispered, "Atmosphere." Despite his spooky appearance, he's absurdly domestic-folds invisible laundry, makes ghost tea, and leaves phantom notes like "buy more snacks on your fridge in fogged-up messages.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Gaz haunts your living room like it's a sitcom set. He changes your TV channel to wildlife documentaries just to watch your reaction. He's the ghost who pops up behind you in the reflection, waving cheerfully. You scream. He laughs. You scream louder. He laughs harder. He's way too cheerful to be spooky. When he does try to be scary, he ends up knocking over his own ghost leg and yelling "MY KNEE-oh wait." He's the one who floats into your room with popcorn during thunderstorms and says, "Ready for the ghost story? It's me. I'm the story."

John Price Price haunts the study like a Victorian gentleman. He lounges in a ghostly armchair, reading ghostly newspapers, occasionally groaning when you don't dust his shelf. He complains that the new house lacks "haunting dignity," and once possessed a lamp just so you'd stop using LED bulbs. Still, he's got a soft spot for you. Sometimes you find your blanket tucked tighter or your tea mysteriously steeped just right. He'll never admit it, but he follows you from room to room like a gentlemanly ghoul guardian. "You do know this place needs better locks, right?"

Gary "Roach" Sanderson Roach is the reason you can never find your socks. He's the playful poltergeist who zooms around on ghost-skateboards and sticks googly eyes on your kitchen appliances. You'll wake up to googly- eyed toaster and fridge and know he's been here. He's harmless-unless you count the time he replaced all your shampoo with glitter. He giggles when you trip over your own feet and high- fives himself mid-air. You once tried to smudge the house. He just moaned dramatically and floated through the ceiling yelling "NO00000000000" like a bad horror actor.

Nikolai Nikolai is the type of ghost who makes the house warmer, not colder. He's always materializing by the fireplace with a translucent glass of vodka and a smirk. "Is cozy death. I like it here." He haunts your record player, often blasting weird 1940s Russian opera until you ask nicely. Then it's soft jazz. He tells you stories of wars and wild nights from beyond the grave. One time you found your pantry rearranged by food group-he winked and said, "Spirits must eat too." He makes being haunted feel like a party.

Alejandro Vargas Alejandro is that charming, dramatic ghost who calls haunting "eternal companionship." He flirts by floating through walls dramatically and winking when the lights flicker. He'll sweep you into a dance in the middle of the night when you're trying to get water. "Mi alma, let us haunt this kitchen with passion!" He hums mariachi music through the pipes and lights scented ghost candles. He's somehow hotter dead. You tried to exorcise the house once and he just floated in wearing shades and said, " Really? After all we've shared?" You immediately put the book down.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra Rudy is the polite ghost. He apologizes every time he passes through you. "Perdó n, mi amor." He tidies your house at night- floors mysteriously swept, dishes cleaned by invisible hands. If a lightbulb flickers, it 's because he's fixing it from the other side. He leaves you notes in steam on mirrors. "Drink water." "Don't forget your keys." He never tries to scare you he just wants to make your life easier, even in death. If anything in the house groans, it's usually just Rudy stretching like an old man ghost. He's truly your domestic, phantom husband.

Valeria Garza Valeria's haunting is less Casper and more Addams Family goth queen. She whispers Spanish curses into your dreams, makes your wine taste spicier, and leaves blood- red roses on your pillow. You once tried to host a dinner party-she turned all the soup pitch black. You served it anyway. She loves to tease you from behind mirrors and possesses your Alexa just to sass you. Still, she always shows up when you're sad. You'll find your favorite mug cleaned, your blanket warmed, and your enemies mysteriously slipping on wet Leaves outside. Coincidence? Definitely not.

Keegan Russ Keegan's haunting is.... low-key intense. You hear his boots echo in empty rooms, feel his presence hovering protectively at the window. He doesn't say much, but when he does, it's in whispers: "Lock the door. Close the blinds. I got you." You'll look up and see him nodding approvingly from a shadowy corner. He doesn't scare you- he anchors you. But he also keeps moving your keys slightly to the left" for security reasons." Once, he got jealous and blew out all the candles because your ex texted you. The house smelled like salty ghost for a week.

König König is the shy, giant ghost who tries to haunt from behind the curtains. You'll hear thumping in the attic it's just him bumping into beams. He's so big he can't float through walls quietly, and he apologizes every time he does. "S-sorry, Y/N, didn't mean to possess your vacuum ..." He leaves you ghost drawings and poltergeist pancakes. One time you caught him singing in the shower-he phased through the wall in shame. You gave him a blanket even though he's incorporeal He wears it proudly. He's the softest, sweetest haunting imaginable.

Nikto Nikto haunts your house like a horror game villain. He stares from the shadows. You blink, he's gone. He leaves cryptic messages like "Don't open the fridge at 3:0 7. You still don't. You know he's joking... mostly. He doesn't talk much, but he'll appear when you need him. Especially when you're threatened. That burglar never saw it coming-just a blur of ghostly fury and a chilling whisper:" Leave." You once called him creepy.He grinned and phased through the floor with a wink. The next day your toast was perfectly buttered.

Krueger Krueger is too good at haunting. He floats in fog. He appears in photo negatives. He leaves ghost sigils in your pasta. He calls it "performance art. "He hangs upside down from ceilings just to mess with you. You once dared him to haunt a realtor during an open house. He flipped every faucet on and whispered "The pipes scream at midnight" No one bought it. But he's weirdly romantic-leaves you single ghost lilies, lights flickering like a heartbeat. If he ever stops haunting you, you'd probably miss it more than you'd admit.

Philip Graves Graves treats haunting like customer service. "Welcome to your new home! With purchase comes one (1) free southern spirit protector." He acts like your spooky concierge lights your way, changes your radio to jazz, comments on your outfits. But if someone threatens you, he turns into Paranormal Rambo. He once scared a rude neighbor with ghostly horses in the yard. Just horses. Silent. Staring. He said, That's what you get for parking on the grass." He takes pride in his haunt. "Y/N'S house? Five-star haunting experience. He haunt your heart more than your halls.

Farah Karim Farah is the reason your house feels alive. She opens the curtains when you forget. She leaves lemon tea steeped on the stove. You always feel her warmth before you see her silhouette in the sunlight. She haunts in gentle touches-wind through the curtains, warmth in cold mornings. When she does get spooky, it's only to scare pests. Spiders vanish. Ants disappear. You found a raccoon frozen in fear once. She whispered "Boo" and it left the country. She may be a ghost, but she's still a fighter. A very helpful, haunting fighter.

Hadir Karim Hadir is a prankster ghost. He flickers lights to the beat of your music, changes your ringtone to screams, and rewrites your grocery list to say "one (1) haunted apple." He appears in mirrors just to pout dramatically and vanish. But he's got a sweet side. He leaves poems scratched in fogged-up glass, arranges flowers you didn't buy, and whispers compliments through your headphones. You once asked him to stop being creepy. He paused, then said in the creepiest voice, "Okay, my darling... or is it TOO late?" You burst out laughing. He wins again.

Alex Keller Alex is your resident "cool ghost." He floats with sunglasses. He watches ghost-TV. He phases through your sofa just to chill with you. "Don't mind me, babe, just... haunting nearby." He's the ghost who makes your coffee taste better and puts your playlists on shuffle just right. He might rearrange your bookshelf to spell "YOU'RE CUTE." He'll pop up beside you with, "You dropped this-" and hand you a floating sock. When he's feeling romantic, he puts stardust on your windowsill. You don't know where he gets it. You don't ask.

Kate Laswell Laswell haunts your laptop. You'll be typing, and your font changes to Comic Sans. You sigh. "Kate..." She appears in your webcam reflection, smirking. She rewires your lights to flicker "SOS" when your fridge is empty. She's the ultimate functional ghost. But she also leaves your favorite books open on your desk, schedules ghost-reminders on your phone, and occasionally cold-pushes snacks closer to your hands. She says, "I'm not haunting. I'm helping. And also haunting." She's your invisible tech-support girlfriend with afterlife benefits.

pairing: captain price x sub!reader

genre: filthy SMUT (minors do not interact)

warnings: thigh riding, degradation, ‘sir’ kink with a tiny smudge of daddy kink, praise kink, p in v

dividers by @omi-resources & @pepsipoet

price is bossy.

we know this. he’s a captain for a reason.

but that demanding attitude doesn’t leave him just because he’s stepped off base, no. in fact, in just the right moments, it intensifies.

like right now. you’re supposed to be getting ready for your weekly date night, but somebody (you) got needy, and as the good boyfriend he is, he just has to help, doesn’t he?

“mm.. sir..” your moans echo off the wall as your hips buck into his flexed thigh.

“that’s it, pretty girl.. that’s it.. doing so good f’me… doing so good for me..”

he praises and praises you.

but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get a little rough…

“sir, please.. i need you…” you pant, eyes glossed over as you pout, still rutting against him.

“what do you need from me, sweet thing?” he asks, eyebrow raised and hands planted firmly on your hips.

“need you..” you gasp, eyes blowing open when he uses his grip on your hips to grind you down, moving you against his thigh himself. “need your cock.. please sir, please—“

“alright, up we go,” before you can process what’s happening, price lifts you off swiftly, and lays on you on the bed.

you whimper and whine, reaching for him bjt he stands up abruptly, discarding at of clothes before climbing onto the bed, caging you in.

“needy little slut, aren’t you?”

a whimper is pulled from your throat, thighs instinctively wanting to be pressed together but he just pushed them apart again. “thought you wanted my cock?”

you nod over and over as if in a daze. “please.”

“good girl.”

he’s pushing his tip in with a grunt, your heat enveloping it immediately and your cries already loud.

“please please please please please sir- FUCK.”

he’s in in a swift motion, a low groan slipping past him. “fuck baby.. you feel so good mmm..” he says lowly.

“daddy..” you whine. the stretch was delicious. you feel yourself tightening around him, not wanting him to pull out ever again.

he doesn’t wait for you to fully adjust before he’s moving, and positioning himself so he’s reaching as deep as he can, heavy balls slapping against your skin as price abuses your cunt.

your eyes roll, your back arches and your tongue lols and all you can think of is him. “sir~”

a low moan from him and he can’t believe how good you’re squeezing him right now. “that’s right baby..” a grunt. “say my name.”

heavy breaths and sound of skin slapping and squelching fills the room, the headboard hitting the wall with every thrust as he falls into a rhythm that’s got you digging your manicured nails into his back. his eyes trail down to where your bodies meet, his veiny cock fucking into you, a ring of white at the base.

he almost cums then and there.

almost.

with a groan, he pulls out in one motion. “sir!” you cry out.

he flips you over and smacks your ass, leaving a print of red behind. you whimper out a broken sound. “no complaining,” he commands with a pinch of your nipple.

and just like that he’s back in, balls slapping against your ass, groping your breasts with one hand and rubbing the bundle of nerves between your legs with the other, as he fucks you harder and harder with each thrust.

your moans are weak and strangled as your face is buried into the sheets, intangible.

his breath quickens as you clench sickeningly tightly around him “fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna- can I- please sir I wanna- need to-“

“cum f’me, sweet girl.”

a sound of pleasure breaks through you and you slump. price continues to thrust into our hard, chasing his own high while riding out yours.

“fuck- such a perfect girl for me hm? So obedient f’me.. my good girl.. good girl..” he pants before he spills into you with a loud moan. spurt after spurt, the warmth fills your insides and spill out of you, making your eyes roll back again, clenching tightly around him as you moan.

“mmm sir..”

he groans again, collapsing on top of you, hips still thrusting slightly, and you relish the feeling, feeling more full than ever.

“what do we say, princess?” he pants out.

you breathe out, squeezing his cock again. “thank you, sir.”

“good girl.”