Maybe In Another Life.

Thats his father 💜💜

You: “Sometimes you can get a little over protective.”

Tomura: “I do not.”

You, hitting your leg on the coffee table: “Ow.”

Tomura, decaying the coffee table.

You: “…”

Tomura: “… Perhaps that was an over reaction.”

They killed him because he's too pretty

IM FUCKING SOBBING how is this the same person. My brain just won’t let me process that these are the same critters . I hate afo with an immense rage

So:

Tomura is dead. Ochako is dead. Spinner is in jail for the rest of his life most likely, Touya is a literal fried piece of bacon that will stay in jail for the rest of his life, Compress in in jail, Kurogiri is...was...????

Deku didn't save the child, All might is still alive, OfA STILL EXISTS, and AfO's big motivation was...um...uh....yeah.

Cool, cool.

You should change your villain outfit to this

Wtf?…

I’m absolutely NOT changing my fantastic villain outfit for that shit.

First of all, I don’t have enough money for the nikes and the supreme shirt.

Plus, I would be unprotected.

And what the fuck is wrong with my helmet?!?!

You guys don’t know how to respect people anymore…

-💨🧪

#BOOMSHAKALAKAAAA

TW: dark content!!, yandere!shigaraki tomura x female reader, noncon/dubcon, implied kidnapping, degradation, humiliation, begging, anal fingering, piv, tomura is mean, mdni. wc: 2k Synopsis: Tomura thinks it’s time you learned an important lesson.

"I got something for you today."

Here he goes again, you think as you watch Shigaraki place a white plastic bag onto his desk. It’s hard to fight the roll of your eyes, but you do. He’s been in a mood lately and you don’t want to push your luck more than you have. 

It’s become routine, you and him. 

He gets too close, you tell him off. It surprises you that he actually listens and instills some kind of confidence in yourself — in your words. Maybe you have more power over the situation than you thought. 

The rustle of the bag catches your attention and you watch as he pulls out a few things. An energy drink, a small box of what looks like bandages and a small bottle of clear liquid. 

Your brows raise, interest piqued and you sit up a little straighter to see better. 

“What do you—?”

He holds the bottle up and your face scrunches in confusion. His smile is one that sends chills up your spine and you have to will yourself to stop being antsy. 

“Lube. It’s for you!” He says like it’s a birthday gift you’ve waited all year for. “You’ve been so… mouthy lately, I’ve decided to give you something to mouth off about. Won’t that be fun?” 

The question is rhetorical and you no longer fight your antsy movements. Rushing to your feet and taking a pointed step away from Shigaraki, your eyes narrow, “what are you talking about?” You’ve never had to use lube. He’s just taken what he’s wanted and your body adjusts every time — as much as you hated it. 

He places the lube back onto the desk and grabs his energy drink, cracking the can open and taking a sip of the sugary sweet soda. He was calm, patient — eerily so. 

After he’s had his fill of the drink, Shigaraki looks to you and nods his head in the direction of the bed. “Get on it.”

Your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest as you held your hands up to the man before you. “Wait, Tomura, we can—!”

“Oh?” He cuts you off, voice lifted and mockingly playful, “I’m Tomura now? But you were so comfortable calling me shigaraki.” 

He places his drink can back on the desk and fully turns toward you. “I didn’t stutter. Get on the fucking bed.” 

You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you still had to try. Taking a shaky breath, you get onto the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. 

“On your hands and knees.” 

Your blood ran cold, and you tried once more, searching your brain for any sweet words that could placate him. Desperate to find something, anything he would like to hear from you, “please—“

He’s in front of you before you can blink, large hand grabbing your face and pressing your cheeks together, “I’m done playing these games with you,” you can smell the sugar from the drink on his breath as your breathing picks up, pricks of panic lacing your body.

Shigaraki crashed his lips into yours, wasting no time slipping his tongue into your wet mouth. The taste of sweet energy drink was nauseating but you kissed back in fear of what he would do if he didn’t. You’ve exhausted all options and you knew, deep down that anything more would only make things worse. 

He pulls away, a trail of saliva following as he meets your eyes — and god, his smile. He’s giddy like a kid on Christmas and you regret every act of defiance you’ve made against him these past few weeks. 

“Cute.” Was the only word he gave before you were being manhandled onto your stomach, face in the pillows and ass in the air. 

“You know,” he muses, pressing his clothed erection to your panties, “I’m starting to think you want this. You want to see me angry so I can put you in your place.” 

He backs away to pull your underwear down in one swift movement, making you reach back to attempt to cover yourself. This only irritates him more as he grabs your wrist and pins your arm behind your back. The angle is as painful as it is uncomfortable. 

You hear him shuffling around behind you, no doubt one free hand of his own making things more difficult — and you take small pleasure in that. It’s short lived though as he seems to find what he’s looking for and you brace yourself for the inevitable. 

There’s the pop of a cap and then smooth cold liquid dripping down your backside and over your hole that makes you shiver. You feel frozen as the liquid trails lower and lower until it’s past the heat of your cunt. 

All it takes is the press of a finger to get you putting up a fight once more. there was no way he was really doing this. He’s never tried this. 

“I shouldn’t even prep you, honestly,” he mutters and you wince as one of his digits slowly push past the ring of muscle. “You’ve been so defiant. You really need to learn some manners.” 

The tears streaming from your eyes are making the pillow below you damp and cold, but you can only sniff in response. “Tomura, please—“

“Please what?” He sinks the finger deeper and you can’t hold back your yelp of pain. 

You shake your head as much as you can, “please stop! It hurts..” 

He pulls out suddenly and you think he’s actually going to listen — that he’s actually done torturing you until-

A hand swings down and slaps your ass, making you cry out. He imitates a buzzer sound before gripping the fat of your bottom, “wrong answer!” 

You thrash more as panic wells up inside when you feel the prodding of two fingers instead of one against your hole. “You know, this is supposed to be your punishment,” both won’t fit and he resorts to only letting one finger penetrate, his other hand massaging the cheek of your behind. “But I’m afraid you may like this too much.”

He is delusional. Shigaraki is the one that’s having the time of his life watching you suffer and writhe. You try to pull forward and away but the hand that was massaging your ass is now grabbing your hip and holding you in place. Your cry is loud as you feel the pressure of another finger join the first and shigaraki wastes no time pumping the digits in and out of your hole. 

You think your crying and begging falls on deaf ears — forcing you to accept the inevitable and you find yourself wishing you were anywhere else but here. You could be dropped off in the middle of the Sahara Desert during a summer heatwave and it would still be miles better than this hellhole. 

Just when you’re about to surrender to your fate and stop fighting it, shigaraki speaks again, “Since I’m so kind and understanding, I’ll give you a choice.” it’s like he sensed you were on the verge of checking out. That would just be too easy. “Which hole do you want me in? Hm? Tell me.” 

He’s gripping your hip tighter and you know there will be bruises formed but your mind could  only focus on this awful option. 

You don’t want him in either. The idea of having to tell him which way to violate you only made you nauseous. But you knew that you had to make a choice because it was always worse when he made one for you. 

“M-my..” you feel sick, swallowing your shame and squeezing your eyes shut as you continue, “I want you in my.. pussy.” 

You could practically hear the smile in Shigaraki's voice, “yeah? Beg for it.” 

He wanted to humiliate you, this was the real punishment. To build you up, give you a false sense of security only to break you down even more. He was sick. 

But you were sicker because you did exactly as you were told. 

“Tomura, please. Please fuck me.” You turned your head, as if you could hide your shame into the pillow below you, “I need you.” 

“Atta girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers out and you sigh in relief, nerves calming and shoulders relaxing. You almost melt into the sheets until you feel the pressure of shigaraki’s erection against your cunt. The lube is there and making things wetter than usual but the squeeze will still be uncomfortable. 

You look back, worry lacing your features, “wait, Tomura—“ but you don’t have a chance to finish, he pushes into you, girth stretching you and making your toes curl in an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort. 

Shigaraki lets out a sigh of relief, rocking his hips at a steady pace before leaning over you. “Fuck, that’s good.” The hand gripping your hip moves to cup your breast, tweaking the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. 

This was familiar, this was easy. It was not uncharted territory and it was something you could convince yourself was okay. Normal, even.

“Mine, mine, you’re all mine” he babbles into your ear and you don’t turn away, terrified he’ll go back on his words if you do. 

His pace is picking up and you find yourself getting lost in the motions. His body rocking against yours as he changes the angle and oh—

He hits the spot inside and you can’t stop yourself from moaning out. It’s sensitive and it makes your back arch with every deep stroke. 

“Fuckin’ slut, I knew you’d like this.” He mutters, circling his thumb around your unoccupied hole, the lube making it slide with ease, before pressing into the tightness. The pain is dull and the pressure of being filled so much almost sends you over, dragging a whine from the back of your throat. 

The bed shakes from the force of Shigaraki’s thrusts and you feel heat pool in your lower abdomen. You were so close and you hated it. Hated him. But when you felt his warm hand move from your breast, down your stomach until it was splayed out over your cunt — pinkie finger lifted and middle finger brushing your clit with every thrust. 

You were beginning to feel dizzy with pleasure and your head fell onto the pillow, hands gripping the sheets below to anchor yourself as you got lost in the feelings. It was overwhelming and you couldn’t bite back your cries and Shigaraki’s thrusts became erratic, he was close too. 

All it took was one more thrust to sweep you over the edge, eyes rolling back as your thighs shook — orgasm claiming you.

“Oh, fuck.” Shigaraki breathed, stilling as his own waves of pleasure overcame him. You barely registered the pulse of his cock as he came deep inside of you. 

You both try to catch your breath, time seeming to still as you panted. Shigaraki was the first to move, you felt him pull out and pause — no doubt watching his cum drip from your cunt — before taking his place next to you on the bed. 

The quiet of the room is deafening and your eyelids feel heavy. You’re as still as a mouse, not wanting to stir and risk him starting up again, but his eyes are already closed. You almost think he’s asleep before he speaks again. 

“Next time,” he starts, stretching before sitting up, “I won’t be so kind. So you should clean up your nasty attitude.”

You nod, dread weighing down your efforts. There wouldn’t be a next time, if you could help it. Regrettably, you tremble at the thought as you realize this is the exact lesson he was trying to teach you.

Rightful Heir (Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader) (Medieval AU)

Words: 7.3k // MDNI!!

Tw: smut, dark content, arranged marriage (not between the main pair), noncon (not between the main pair), All Might is the villain here, "just produce me an heir" fertility themes/breeding (not the sexy way), servant/noble relationship, infidelity, amnesia, unprotected sex, physical assault, pregnancy, All Might is the worst in this I swear fr be warned, hurt/a little tiny comfort, childhood friends, open end

Note: this has been in the drafts nice november pls don't let it flop

Little feet waddle through the castle causing mischief and laughter alike.

Your hand is in his as he runs ahead. You follow his example. Always striving after the dark head of this. He is your best friend. He is your star in the dark.

Your hand slips from his but your pinkies stay locked together. You are inseparable. The next leaders of this realm. You will always have each other. You will always be connected.

“Tenko–”

“Don't worry!” He beams and grabs your hand again. “I won't ever let you go!” He looks back at you, flashing that reassuring smile of his. It puts you at ease during thunderstorms and when you startle awake from a gruesome dream. It is his magic.

You make it to the garden and fall into the tall grass. Your hands are still locked together as you stare up at the sky. The late summer sun cascades down on the two of you like a blessing.

“You will be my bride, yeah?” Tenko says.

“Not this again,” you roll your eyes.

“But I love you!” He protests.

“Ew!” Your little nose scrunches and you giggle.

“I'll make you so happy just you see! I promise with my whole heart!” Tenko declares with the grandeur of a future king and the innocence of the little boy he is. “And I become the best knight too! So I can always protect you!”

“You better keep your promise! Maybe then I'll be your bride.”

It was all so easy then.

》》》》

Tomura bows low when his lord enters the chamber. He has perfected it, knows exactly what to do to please. That is why he rose in the ranks so quickly.

Tomura is a good servant and Lord Yagi has come to trust and maybe even value Tomura. It is an honor of course… one beyond measure but Tomura has never realized what it meant until this day.

Lord Yagi is in a gloomy mood as he sits upon the throne. That wouldn't be out of the ordinary, Toshinori Yagi is a hot blooded man with a short fuse and explosive manners but his frustration is different today.

Tomura knows his lord's various forms of rage and tyranny… this now is quiet and thoughtful and much scarier than the outright violence he usually implores.

“Young Shigaraki, I have a special task for you,” Toshinori Yagi's voice rumbles through the throne hall. Some say he has won battles with just his voice, making grown men crumble.

“Yes, my liege,” Tomura is quick to come closer and kneel. “How may I humbly serve you, sir?”

“I need you to be on Lady (Y/N)’s personal staff from now on.”

Tomura's eyes widen and he looks at his king for a brief moment before cowering. “My lord, I could never. No man but you is allowed–”

Toshinori Yagi laughs. He loves to laugh. His reign brings sorrows and darkness but he values laughter so much. It is a sick sound… evil and twisted. It sends shivers down spines. “Young Shigaraki, you prove again why it needs to be you. I need someone to report to me. These hags have all taken a motherly liking to Lady (Y/N) and I fear they are not providing me the full truth in their reports… they may even influence her. I need you to be my ears. It has been months and the lady will not submit to me.”

“I understand, sir. But will they not be suspicious?” Tomura asks. His heart is pounding so loudly. He hopes the sire doesn't hear. Lady (Y/N)... being in her presence is equal to that of a goddess. She is the fairest and most kind of the land. There are rumors about her having magical abilities. Her blood has the purest claim on the throne Yagi sits upon.

“Quick witted as always. I have constructed a lie that shall free you of any suspicion,” Toshinori gets up.

“Of course you have, my liege. I am so grateful you put this much trust in me,” Tomura breathes. “I will not disappoint you, sir.”

“I know… otherwise your head will roll, kid.”

》》》》

Tomura might die.

He always thought he would die by committing a mistake and being beheaded on the spot, that his death would be a direct result of angering the All Mighty Lord.

But now? He might die out of nervousness and just utter apprehension as well as anticipation. He shouldn't be allowed in your vicinity. It is so beyond mad.

The attending Ladies all swallowed the bait. Sir All Might destroyed the water and coal system on purpose and since Lady (Y/N) resides in the north tower they need the extra manpower. They are all nice. Tomura does feel a little bad for being a snake but his lord's command is what he follows.

“The lady might still be in her nightgown, just so you know, Tomura,” Yuki, the youngest of the bunch, giggles.

Tomura's cheeks heat up. “I am not allowed to look at her,” he says plainly. “Or talk to her except for introductions.”

“She won't like that,” Jana hums, the oldest.

They enter and Tomura does not dare to look toward the bed. He is so scared. Your voice alone reaches so deep inside his chest.

“Good morning, my ladies,” you hum. “Are you all feeling–” you spot the man and your head tilts.

Tomura bows low, eyes glued to the tiles on the floor. “Y-your grace, I am Tomura Shigaraki. I was appointed to help your attending ladies with the heavy labor. It is an honor to serve in your presence that I am not worthy of.”

You let out a small chuckle. “Tomura, please rise and be at ease. You have nothing to fear from me.”

Tomura holds his breath. Hearing you say his name… his ears should be cut off. So gentle and soft… oddly familiar.

“He is not allowed to talk or look at you, my lady,” Yuki says, amused.

“Is that so?” You say and then Tomura hears footsteps until feet, your feet, appear in his vision. He tenses.

“Yagi-sama is not around and no one will tell. So, where are you from, Tomura-san?” You ask. “Is your family well? Can it be I have seen you before?”

He gulps. He can smell your soft perfume, your white nightgown pools around your feet. Even that is godly. You are about as tall as he is, a bit smaller.

You bend forward, your hair falling over your shoulder, as you try to scoot into Tomura's field of vision. Oh god. He will get his eyes scooped out. Tomura squeezes them shut.

“You're no fun, Tomura-san,” you pout audibly. The ladies laugh. You turn away. “But alas, I do not want to make you more uncomfortable. I appreciate the hard work you do for me. So please… if you need anything… new garments or medical care, I can ask for it. Don't be shy to ask. Or tell Jana.”

He sighs in utter relief. How will he survive? But your offer is so utterly kind. No one has ever said that to him. He just doesn't understand why you would even ask if you have met before… it is impossible. He is so low in status he would never be allowed around you.

Tomura does his work and listens as he is instructed to by the king. However, there is nothing of importance.

By the end of the day, he is alone with you, switching out the coal for the night. You are sitting by the window, almost melancholic. You just stare down toward the courtyard.

“Do you have a favorite season, Tomura-san?” You ask. He stops for a moment but doesn't answer.

“Mine is winter,” you whisper. “I really like winter.” You look at him from the corner of your eyes. “Summers make me sad… Too many good memories.”

Tomura bows and walks to the door. It's then when it happens. A moment of weakness. When he closes the door he looks up. He should be awestruck by your unprecedented beauty, should be losing his senses at your vibrancy but all he sees is the tear that slips over your plump cheek and the utter sadness that clings to you… that dulls you.

He closes the door and his heart runs so fast. You must be younger than him? By a year or two but definitely younger. He always thought that you would be around All Might's age. You look so sad. So utterly sad.

“When she arrived,” Jana says, appearing out of nowhere. “Her brightness rivalled the sun.”

He can imagine it. He sees it like an echo. “What happened?” Tomura looks at Jana with wide eyes. It is an injustice. You shouldn't be sad. You should be made the happiest lady in the land.

“Our majesty happened,” Jana whispers.

Tomura swallows hard, feeling dread spread in his veins.

What has he gotten into?

》》》》

A few days passed and Tomura noticed that you never leave your chambers. He has your daily routine down and it strikes him as weird. You never set foot outside your tower.

“Is Lady (Y/N) ever going outside her chambers?” He eventually asks Yuki as they do the dishes.

“Our king forbids it.”

But why? Why would he? Doesn't King Yagi want you to be happy?

The next days are as mundane as the first. There is nothing out of the ordinary again. You never once even mention King Yagi. You completely regard his existence if it's possible.

It is the same again as every day. Where at the end of the day it is you and Tomura left alone and your sadness peaks through. You could hide it in front of your ladies all day… it tires you out so much.

You haven't tried to talk to Tomura again after the first day. He feels awful about it. He is disobeying his lord with what he is about to do but he needs to if he wants to find out why you won't submit to your king.

“My favorite season is winter too, your grace,” Tomura says with his back turned. “It is easier to put on more clothes… during summer there is only so much you can do. Sweat makes me itchy.”

“Yes, exactly. Afterall, I cannot walk around naked in summer but with ten blanket wrapped around me in winter,” you smile. “Yes. And of course, the spices–”

“And soup,” Tomura nods.

“Yes,” you keep smiling.

“My lady… may I ask why you don't leave your room?” Tomura turns and puts his coal covered hands in his lap. “I apologize–”

“Don't. Our king,” you sigh. “Well, as long as I have not done my duty of bearing his heir, I shall have no privileges.” You say it with such throbbing numbness. Tomura feels a tug in his heart. “Or so he says.”

“I understand.”

But Tomura doesn't. He doesn't understand at all. He did not even comprehend in the slightest what that statement truly meant, what the scopes of Yagi's will mean, until two days later.

They all walk in and to Tomura the world stops. He doesn't understand how Yuki and Jana are able to act like this is normal. They know exactly what to do. They act with routine.

“Get two buckets of water!” Jana orders.

Tomura looks at you then turns and runs down the stairs again. How did this happen? Your face is bruised, your lips cut and swollen and you are in such obvious pain.

When Tomura is back you are sitting on the edge of the bed. Your arms are black and blue as well. You are trembling.

“My lady, I will call the physician at once.”

“I am fine. I just need to– wash up.” You get up but cry out taking the first step. Your knees just give up. Tomura is quick and catches you but his hand on your hip hurts you even more. He sits you on the ground and steps away.

“Y-your grace–”

“Please, leave… All of you… please just leave.” You are trying so hard not to sob.

“My lady–”

“Please! Just go!”

Once the door closes, Yuki starts to sob. “I hate him so much.”

“What?” Tomura whispers. His eyes are wide in shock. He should know. He should know what happened last night. He does… but he cannot accept it.

“The king!”

》》》》

You sit up when you hear the footsteps. They don't sound like his but no one comes to your chambers this late.

Your heart starts pumping and your body floods with fear. You can hardly move. Everything throbs and hurts. If he does this to you again tonight– you will die.

The door opens and Tomura's lanky form stands against the soft torch light spilling in from the hallway. Your grip on the blanket relaxes and you let out a soft breath of relief.

“Your grace,” Tomura kneels, pressing his head to the floor. “I… I am– I did not mean to… startle you, your grace. I am–”

“Get up,” you whisper. “I just thought it was him. Only he comes through that door so late.”

“I apologize! I should have–”

“What are you doing here, Tomura-san?”

Tomura gets up and picks up the bucket of coal. “I… I thought I make sure… you have it warm.”

You nod and lay your head back against the pillow, resuming your curled up position. “I thank you, Tomura-san.”

“I… I thought you would be sleeping, your grace.”

“The pain keeps me up,” you whisper nearly inaudibly.

You don't understand why he acts like this… can he not let you know? Is it safety? Just something…. But maybe you are wrong… and he isn't who you think he is. You know it is impossible… and there is so much wrong in his appearance for him to truly be– him.

And of course… Tenko would never let this happen.

But you need hope.

Tomura walks closer, “here, my lady.”

You frown. “What is it?” You look at the pouch and wonder, sitting up again.

“Some of the servant girls put hot stones in these when their monthly cramps come around… maybe–”

Your hand touches his when you reach out to take the pouch. You can feel him tense. “Thank you.” You lay the cloth on your abdomen and sigh in relief.

“My lady!” Tomura begins. His eyes are wide and his breath short. “Why? Why don't you submit to him? Why do you not–?”

Your smile sympathetically. You like that he asked so openly even if it's not easy to answer. “People like Yagi-sama and I, who get married for political reasons, usually arrange… yes. You are right. But why would I do that? Since arriving, he has given me no promises of safety, has shown no affection or appreciation, he has stripped me of the right to leave this room… I have no privileges. I do not even have the right to my own body. Why shall I give him any privileges in return?” You say sharply but Tomura sees the tear that slips past your cheek. “He has forced himself onto me. Hurt me. I could… I could try to be with him. I could be with him! I know what my role is. It is not that either. I would play the part of his wife but… No. Toshinori Yagi loves power and what he truly wants is for me to give it to him willingly. He wants my submission. But you don't hand your power to someone who abuses it. I will never! My body will heal…. So I fight him.” You shake your head and sniff. “You must think me prideful.”

“Not at all, my lady.”

Your gaze shifts toward him upon hearing his unfiltered voice. It is breathy, rough… even scary. He is well to change it, his unfiltered voice is way too commanding for a servant..

But… he isn't a servant… he is a king– only if he is who you suspect him to be.

“Seeing you like this just hurts, my lady.”

You blush a little, your eyes drop to his lips, the mole, to the scar there too. “I should sleep now,” you whisper, pulling the blanket closer.

“Yes, your grace,” his voice softens out again and he bows. He walks to the door but faintly hears you whisper into the darkness, words that you didn't mean for him to hear. It is a mindless ramble but it hurts Tomura deeply.

“I just crave some tenderness.”

Tomura knows he will be killed for it. He knows. But his body still moves on its own. He turns around and walks up to the bed again. Your eyes are closed as he reaches out and softly strokes over your silk hair.

“Goodnight, my lady,” Tomura whispers and kisses the top of your head with all the tenderness he can muster up.

Your eyes shoot open when the door closes. Tears cloud your vision.

Your heart aches.

“Tenko…?”

What if he survived? What if he lost his memory? What if… What if he truly is Tenko?

》》》》

Tomura waits for a few days. It isn't easy to prepare this speech. Let alone have this conversation with his king. He knows Toshinori Yagi asked him to do this but the king's rage is bountiful. Tomura might not survive.

And… Tomura doesn't know what it means for you either. The last thing he wants is to hurt you more.

He just knows you seemed kind of content after that night. Your smile was even softer, your eyes warmer. When your eyes met in fleeting moments his heart would melt.

Would you consider it betrayal? You must. He tells your honest feelings to the man that abuses you.

Tomura hopes your life will become better… that Sir Toshinori finds a way to meet you in the middle. Your demands are so easy to meet. Tomura could make you happy and he is simply a servant… It should be easy for a king then. It would be easy for him.

“My lady?” Tomura says quietly at the end of the day.

“Yes?” You turn to him, and your eyes are hopeful. So hopeful. It breaks his heart.

“I… I hope you'll have a restful night, your grace,” he says.

Your spark dulls a little but your eyes pin his gaze down. He couldn't look away if he wanted to. “Will you bring me those warm stones again?”

“I… I shouldn't– I will tell Jana–”

“Please, Tomura.”

He swallows his words of protest. Just Tomura. It is probably the last time he will see you and be able to talk to you so freely. He will be gladly fulfilling your last wish.

“Of course, your grace,” he bows low.

“Thank you.”

Tomura might have to find work outside the palace once he fulfilled his king's request. How could he just live on in this place now that he knows you? Maybe you two could run away together… to a far away land and just lay in tall grass with the sun shining down on you– no… Tomura cannot think like this. He mustn't. You hate summer.

A few moments later he finds himself in his king's chambers. The place looks a mess without him around to keep it in check how All Might likes. Someone who is feared throughout the land just has no time to be tidy.

“Young Shigaraki!” Toshinori says grand. “It has been a while. I was becoming so impatient.”

“I apologize, my liege.”

“So… spill,” Toshinori's big form plops into a chair. “I am all ears.”

“Can I speak freely, sir?”

“Of course.”

“You see, sire, the lady (Y/N) feels as though you are not doing your duty and refusing to meet her needs. She wishes for tenderness and affection. Just small gestures. She is a strong woman–”

“That makes her such a beautiful one,” he nods.

“Of course. As such… she is not willing to give you anything… if you give her nothing, your grace.” Tomura looks up and freezes. His king looks angry with pinched brows. “She expressed that she wants to be with you!” Tomura tumbles over his words. “But… that as of now… you have not earned her submission.”

“I see,” Toshinori mumbles. “So this is pride? All I have to do then is break her? Humiliate her enough until she just carries my heir?”

“My king!” Tomura raises his voice and it has an edge. Toshinori Yagi's blue eyes met red ones. “With all due respect, sire. It is not pride. She is protecting herself.”

“Ha! I am the All Mighty King!” Yagi barks so loudly the stained glass windows shake. “No one dares to attack what is mine!”

Tomura cowers. He is at a loss that the king cannot see his own fault. “My heavenly king… She is protecting herself from you. You… You force yourself onto her… you lock her up… show her no appreciation… you hurt her to the point she cannot move… but yet you want her–”

“Out.”

Tomura looks up.

“Out before I decide to kill you, Young Shigaraki. That would be a shame.” All Might gets up and pours himself a cup of wine. “She is just supposed to give me an heir for fucks sake.”

“As you wish, your grace.” Tomura cannot breathe. What has he done? What could he have said? Will you suffer even more now? Because of him? Tomura feels his eyes tingle. You don't deserve this… any of it.

He shakes from head to toe. How can he go on? He needs to confess… it's the only way he could continue living. This guilt is unbearable. How could he think he would help? That Toshinori Yagi… the All Mighty King, would have a heart? Tomura is so utterly stupid.

It is the middle of the night when he finally has the courage to come into your chambers. You will hate him… but he needs to warn you. Maybe you should run away… maybe that is your only option?

“My lady, I have the hot–”

The world stops.

Tomura drops the bucket of stones and falls to his knees, pressing his forehead to the ground. His body tenses and even the second he had to see you like this, was enough to flip his stomach.

You claw at Toshinori's wrists as he pushes you down. Your nightgown has been ripped to shreds already.

“Hot stones?” All Might fakes concern. “Did you mean to soothe the ache in your womb with them? Here?” He presses his hand on your tummy. “Oh. Let me help–”

You cry out so horribly and Tomura hears the soft sizzling. Oh god. No. No. He cannot be doing that. Tomura hears more tussling, the bed shifts. You groan and whimper and sob.

“Look at her, Young Shigaraki. I'll allow it this once. Your reward for obeying.”

“No, my king.”

“Look at her!” He yells. “It's an order!”

Tomura won't budge. He couldn't violate you like this. He'd rather die. He would rather die. He doomed you.

“Look!” You choke out.

Toshinori laughs into your ear. “Does it turn you on, my lady? Maybe I should rent you out to a brothel then? You can entertain men on a stage with everyone watching? Hm? I think I'd like that.”

“I hate you,” you hiss through teeth. “I hate you.” His hand squeezes tighter around your throat. “Hate… hate–” Your eyes meet Tomura's and tears immediately stream down your face. Your lip quivers violently. You hate this. All of it. You can't hold it in. Hate is all your feel.

“Isn't she stunning?” Toshinori laughs as he holds your back flush against his chest. One of his big hands comes up to grope at your breasts.

How could Tomura pay attention to that? You are being tortured. You are being violated. It is so revolting. And Tomura cannot do anything about it. You are so small compared to the king and Tomura is an ant.

“Isn't she?!”

“Yes, your highness,” Tomura says numbly.

“Piss off.”

“Of course, your highness.” Tomura is barely able to get his legs to work. He closes the door and tumbles down the stairs, eventually falling to his knees and throwing up in sheer overwhelm. His whole body is trembling. What has he done?

Toshinori shoves you against the sheets, mounting you from behind. His cock presses into your core. You sob and try to endure. You have before. Every time.

Tomura looked so hurt. Tomura. “Please,” you whisper. “Tenko… help me.”

“What was that?” Toshinori moves closer, tugging on your hair. “What did you just utter?”

“Please… please… have mercy… please, your grace. Please. I can't– please!” It is the first time you beg him. You swore you wouldn't… ever. But you can't do it again. You can't. Not after seeing the guilt and fear in Tomura's eyes just now. It broke your heart… your resolve. You are so broken.

And you don't understand why he won't do something? If he is Tenko he has to do something… he promised.

You whimper when Toshinori's weight suddenly lifts off you. How is it possible? You hear cursing then the door slams. Your eyes widen as you sit up. He left? Your whole body shakes. Yagi-sama left? Did he take pity? You start to sob uncontrollably, hugging yourself.

Tomura has to do something. Anything. He turns again… unable to forget your tortured expression. He has to be your hero… he has to be the one to help if no one else does so. Killing All Might is his only option. He will die trying.

Tomura storms into the room and once more… the world stops. It is eerily silent now. You are sitting on the floor leaning against the bed, cowering. Your sobs are the only thing audible. Did he leave?

“My lady?” Tomura kneels beside you. “Oh, my–”

You hug him. You wrap your arms tightly around him and bury your face in his shoulder. Tomura is frozen in place for a moment but then cradles you like a treasure.

“It is all my fault,” he sobs.

“You only followed orders. I understand.”

You cannot deny the sinking feeling that overtook you once Toshinori came in and said all these things that only Tomura knew… but the situation is just so strange to begin with. What is he doing here as Tomura Shigaraki? Why is he a servant? He should be–

“You should hate me–”

“I do not,” you pull away and cup his face, softly stroking through his pale hair. “Not at all.” You whisper. You lean in and place a soft kiss to his lips. Maybe that will make him remembe? Wake him up? A true love's kiss. “Not one bit.” You look at him.

Tomura's eyes widen. “Your grace!”

He crouches before you, pressing his forehead to the cold stone, nearly hyperventilating.

“Tenko, please,” you whisper. “Look at me.”

“I'm not worthy… I'm not worthy–”

You manage to get him in an upright position again, cradling his face in your palms. “Stop. Stop pretending you don't remember. I won't give you up. Don't you know who I am? You have to know… you have to!”

Tomura blinks at you like you're crazy and you see it then… He truly doesn't remember. You thought that this was some ‘keep your friends close but your enemies closer’ ploy by either Toshinori or Tenko himself… But no. Neither of them know. They are both utterly in the dark. Toshinori is simply ignorant to the truth and Tomura– Tenko… you don't know or understand how this is possible.

But you know in your heart it is him.

“Fools,” you whisper under your breath, staring at Tomura– at Tenko– with an ice cold gaze.

He is the rightful heir to this throne. Queen Nana is his grandmother. You and Tenko roamed these halls as children, playing and getting into trouble. You were meant to get married. He was the kindest boy you have ever met. Seeing him that day, you knew… but the night he kissed your head with such love you were certain it was him.

He shouldn't be alive. But it is him.

“My lady?” He sniffs, searching for your eyes.

“Tomura… This is the last time we will be able to be with each other like this,” you say with softness…. Fondness. You feel all of that for him. Still. Even if Tenko did not keep his promise. You stroke over his cheek. “You can say no… I'm not asking you as your lady…. I want to be with someone I wish to be with… at least once.”

Tomura lets out a sharp breath. “I couldn't– I couldn't soil you like this, your grace!”

“Then bless me,” you smile.

“Ha,” he looks at you. What a preposterous thing to say. He is nobody… he is filthy. But he could appreciate you like All Might never could… he could worship you like no one ever could.

Your hands move down his arms, picking up his palms and placing them on your naked hips. He pulls you closer and your lips collide in what is unknown hunger and passion to the both of you. It is so overwhelming, making your bodies tingle and fizz with warmth.

He lays you down on the bed underneath him, kissing every inch of your skin as softly as possible. You suck in sharp breaths of delight.

“I am so sorry,” he whispers, eye level with the nasty burn wound that will scar your perfect body.

“Not your fault.”

His hands caress your thighs, feeling the subtle flesh as his lips kiss your breasts.

“Tomura,” you sigh. Your hands dig into his pale hair, tugging. You feel down his lean form – appreciating all the skin they can reach. “Please.”

He kisses you again. “Are you sure, my lady?”

“Yes! I want you… just you,” you whisper, cradling his face.

Tomura isn't inexperienced. He's been with a few servant girls when his loneliness forces him to. But you are different. Not because of your title… that he could get hanged or worse for this– it's different emotionally. It is like he has known you his whole life… from day one. Like he has always loved you.

You welcome him between your legs, your eyes are glued together. He shifts back seeing your arousal glisten. He tries to ignore the forming bruises on your skin… He can love them away perhaps.

You gasp feeling his cock prod at you. Your body tenses up out of habit. All you have ever known was pain when being intimate.

“Shh,” Tomura kisses your forehead. “I'll be gentle, my lady.” He kisses the top of your nose. “Relax.”

Your hands wrap around his neck, your eyes stay focused on him as he looks down to where your bodies join. He slips into your wet heat slowly, following his promise. You can see it on his face… the pleasure he feels. His eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth babbles mindlessly. It doesn't hurt. And then he is sheathed inside.

You hold him close, kissing his skin with appreciation. “Tomura.”

“Your grace–”

“Call me by my name already,” you plead and find his eyes. The blush in your cheeks is so aggressive. Tomura smiles.

“(Y/N).”

It's okay if he dies because of this. It is fine. It is worth dying for. Your cunt is heavenly and made for him. He knows it.

“You feel so good,” he sighs.

You moan in response.

“Want me to move?”

“Please,” you whisper. “Please, Tomura.”

“I'd do anything for you.”

His thrusts are so different from what you have known before. They don't follow some selfish need to breed or feral, blind lust and power. It is passion and love… Pleasure.

Your toes curl and your breath becomes short. Your bodies sweat.

“Feels so good,” you cry out.

“Yes,” he hums into your skin. “Shh. (Y/N), Shh. You can't be so loud.”

“I know,” you cup his face and kiss him again. “It's hard.” You both smile.

Tomura hisses. “I know.”

You hush your sounds with each other's mouths. You are a bundle of pure bliss. Every drag of his cock in your gummy walls makes your inside tingle. He won't last any longer. He wishes he could absorb you. The emotions are so raw it is so hard to keep composure.

“I love you,” you whisper. “I should have said it back.”

Tomura looks at you, propping himself up. Your eyes are hazy with pleasure but true. You mean it. “I love you,” he misses no beat. “I love you, (Y/N).” He presses his forehead to yours. Tears slip from his eyes and mix with yours as they trickle over your cheeks.

You both know you can't love each other. But this has to be love. He feels like he is floating and you must feel the same.

“I love you,” you squeal and your insides squeeze him. Tomura grunts. Too loud but you cannot hold back. “Tomura!” Tenko.

“I know!” He presses his forehead to yours. “I got you. I got you.” His rhythm becomes sloppy. The sweat drips from the tips of his hair.

“I don't want it to stop,” you heave, clawing at his back.

“I know, oh, my love, I know!”

But it has to. You both are barely holding on. About to come undone and unravel like neither of you ever have. “I love you,” Tomura says again.

The knot in your stomach snaps and he kisses you hard to shush your moans. Your orgasm ripples through you, making your whole body tremble. You have never felt like it. “I love you,” he hisses.

You hold his hips flush as he cums, feeling his seed spill deep inside of you. “Tomura,” you look at him, searching for his eyes but he is somewhere on cloud nine. He looks so majestically. You kiss every inch of skin you can reach.

“You kept your promise,” you smile against his beating heart.

What promise?

He crushes you underneath him and you stay bundled up. Skin on skin. Emotions raw and pure.

“You have to go,” you sob. “The guards will be back.”

He sits up and you look at each other. It is so hard now. The hopelessness catches up with you again. It is so utterly heartbreaking.

You take his hands. “No one can take this away from us,” you sniff. “Ever.”

But you will never be together. You know. Tomura kisses you again.

He dresses and so do you.

“Will you be okay?” You ask.

“I don't know. I don't know if I can watch you suffer,” he kisses your knuckles.

“Then leave,” you say coldly. Your chest feels like it burns. But it is safer. He should run as far away as possible. Maybe one day he will remember who he is… and if not, then he will live a good life as Tomura Shigaraki.

“Yes.” He knows you mean to protect him. “Perhaps that is best.”

You both try not to cry and it is not working.

“Goodnight, your grace,” he bows, his lips twitch and his eyes burn.

“Goodnight,” you say like a queen. You only want the best for him.

Tenko Shimura died… But Tomura Shigaraki can live. And maybe that's enough for you. You can burden it.

There is a part of him with you now.

Maybe he was too high, or maybe he does not know how this works… Perhaps he does not care but he came inside of you.

You sink to your knees, sobbing for a moment. He shall never find out this was calculated. All that happened, still was true. You love him. You always have even as children. You were meant for each other. But you know what you have to do. You had to use him like this.

You wipe your tears and collect yourself. You have felt numbness for so long. It is almost easy to slip back into it.

Whatever it was you and Tenko–-Tomura just shared… it was nothing but an unattainable illusion of children. Something to hold deeply in your heart.

You are not allowed outside your room but there are no guards. There never are when All Might visits.

You walk to where you remember his chambers to be but you find him sitting on the throne instead. The hall is cold and empty, nothing like you remember. His form is so menacing. Queen Nana never looked like this. She was a kind ruler.

“My liege,” you say, standing before him. Small and pliable.

He frowns but doesn't get angry.

“Shouldn't you be asleep, sire?” You hum.

“My mind is not relaxed, little one,” he says and leans back. The silver moonlight casts deep shadows on his face.

You step up to him, straddling his huge thigh with care. Your hands slide across his chest. Seductive. “Maybe I can be of service, sire,” you whisper into his ear.

He doesn't question it. He is blinded by your sudden willingness, and has craved it. Why would he be suspicious?

You have suspected it for a while. Toshinori's seeds do not take root in you. It isn't your fault. You cannot give the All Mighty tyranny king an heir because he cannot produce one.

You have confirmation a month later when your monthly bleeding is late and the physician confirms it. You are pregnant with Tenko Shimura's child… just like you bargained for.

“Call the king here,” you tell Yuki. “Please.”

“My lady… are you certain?” Yuki looks utterly appalled.

“Yes,” you smile. “It is a happy day.”

Yuki does not understand but she follows your orders.

Toshinori comes in half an hour later. He is dressed in his armor, a red and blue cape drapes over his shoulders that looks majestic with his golden hair.

“What is it, Lady (Y/N)?” He asks. He is so comically big and his armour makes him even bigger.

You stand before him, holding your ground. “My lord, it seems, I am with child.”

His face falls. “What? Are you certain?!”

“The physician has confirmed– Yagi-sama!” You shriek when he picks you up and twirls you in the air. He is beaming. Eyes wide and sparkling. He puts you down gently. His huge hand on your tummy.

He looks so happy.

You can give him all he wants… or at least some twisted version of it.

》》》》

“Toshinori,” you hum and turn around in his huge bed. “It is cold.”

He has changed so drastically ever since your pregnancy. He is kind, gentle, considerate… loving. It is hard to make sense of… but you don't question things anymore and take them as they are.

Toshinori rolls over and wraps his arms around you, caressing your ever growing baby bump. “Yeah… yeah.”

You don't think he registered what you have said at all, snoring away again. You get up after a moment, wrapping yourself into two of your ropes and stalking down the dark hallway. It is so early that none of the servants are up yet either.

You make it to the kitchen and put on the cattle sitting down as you wait for the water to boil. Things are so weird. You still hate it… you still hate Toshinori… but if you pretend long enough maybe you can stop hating him… maybe he truly means his gentleness now. Maybe he was so desperate for an heir…. You just hope the child takes after you and not–

“(Y/N)?”

You turn your head and your breath gets stuck. You feel the entire world stop. “Tomura?! What are you… I… I thought–”

“I didn't leave,” he says. “I just asked to work in the kitchen… away from–”

“Me.”

He looks at your baby bump. His eyes might bore into your womb. They are wide and like fresh cut garnet. Does he know?

“I am glad… he is better to you now,” Tomura moves to grab the cattle off the stove. He fixes you a tea.

“Thank you–”

“Of course, my lady. Can I do anything else for you?” He bows low and stays crouched.

You wish you could touch him. You want to wrap him up in your arms. Hold him forever. You want him and only him. “No. Thank you.” You watch him. He turns away and cleans up… he looks so defeated and malnourished. “Tomura–

“Wife!”

All Might steps into the kitchen, having to crouch down at the doorway.

“Sire,” Tomura bows low once more.

“Do you want a tea too, Yagi-sama? Tomura was kind enough to help me with it,” you smile softly.

“I am fine,” his gaze is sharp and bothered. You are glad Tomura stays down.

“Will you carry the cup for me?” You ask and rub your protruding belly.

“Tomura, carry the cup to my chambers.” All Might says and then picks you up carefully instead. “You should not even be up, wife.”

“Do not worry, my lord.”

You feel bad for Tomura but there is nothing you can do now with Toshinori giving him an order. You all walk back to the king's chambers.

“Your tea is on the side table, your grace,” Tomura bows again. He has kept his gaze lowered the entire time. He turns but walks right into Toshinori's sword.

“My king!” You shriek.

Tomura looks up but his expression is… lifeless.

“I cannot let him live… He saw my queen unclothed afterall. It is a shame, Tomura, you have always served me well.”

But it is unjust! Toshinori forced Tomura to look at you. All Might is not a just king. He does not care. No. If you want to save Tomura you have to be smart. “Yagi-sama!” You hurry to his side, hugging him and laying his free hand on your baby bump. “Tomura's eyes have never once lingered on me longer than they needed. Not before I have been exposed to him and after. It shows just how loyal he is. You forbid him from looking at me and he has followed your order. He has spoken to me… that is true… but only because I forced him too. I am his queen, right? He could not disobey me. My liege, when our child is born,” you softly trace his scarred knuckles and smile sweetly. “We need someone like Tomura to watch over the baby. Someone that can be fully trusted? Do you not trust him? Forced will try to kill our child… Tomura can stay close without you needing to worry!”

He looks at you for a long moment then the sword drops to his side and he sighs. “You are right, my queen. I guess you have just been promoted, Tomura. But not like this… You are feeble. I shall send you to become a knight, right?”

You nod. “That is a smart, my king.” Your heart is beating so fast and you are trying so hard not to tremble.

“You are most kind, my liege,” Tomura rasps.

Later that day you find Tomura and pull him into the safety of the shadows. You grab the linen of his shirt, twisting it with your fingers. Your heart aches.

“Why didn't you leave? I told you to leave!” You whisper, eyes wide and glossy.

“All I care for is here… I cannot leave, your grace,” Tomura whispers.

“He will kill you!” You bang your fist on his chest. “Do you not understand! Please…. Please… if you leave for knight school do not return… please.”

“If I would have died today… wouldn't it have been mercy?”

“Don't say such awful things!” You hiss.

“You need to go.”

He is right. Yet your body does not move. You feel his pinky hook into yours and your heart stops. The memory is so faint. An echo that fades with each passing day. You meet his eyes and your own narrow with conviction.

“Tenko Shimura… become the best knight this realm has ever seen. Just like you always wanted… just like you promised me.”

You leave before he can make sense out of your words.