Fallen Stars, Frozen Hearts Pt.9
Pairing: Prince!Todoroki x Reader ✨🤗💥
Warnings: swearing, mild violence ig
Word count: 3k
“Your posture is lacking.” Your mother pushes your shoulders back as you balance a vase on your head in front of Todoroki.
As if your back could be any straighter, you roll your shoulders and stand taller.
“I apologize.” You hold your hands together on your lap as you walk across the hall of your ceremony holding.
“Prince Todoroki, I advise you to keep your eyes forward, you’re leading in this section.” Your mother stares at him with her piercing red eyes, watching his every move.
He suddenly trips over your dress and brings you with him, the vase falling as well.
You catch yourself along with the vase, sighing and putting it back on your head.
“May I suggest something, mother?” You keep your eyes forward, already knowing her brow is arching in response.
“Could he have something balanced as well? To help with posture, of course.” Only your eyes turn in her direction as Todoroki stands up, dusting himself off.
“And what would he balance?”
“A book, since he doesn’t seem to have experience with the stakes.” You glance at him, your body unmoving.
“Hm.” She opens and closes her hands at the nearby maid, getting her immediate attention.
“A book.” She says, taking off the vase from your head as she receives the book.
“Prince, have you been shown anything in the balance category?” She places the book on your head and snaps her fingers for another, placing it on your head when receiving it.
“No, Queen Luna.” He responds, staring at her motions.
“Princess (Y/n) has been training in this since she could walk, whether she has bad posture or not, balance is key. Elegance is of the essence.” She finally places the vase on the stack upon your head, surprising him when it doesn’t waver.
“Walk.” She commands. You follow, not a beat behind.
You begin walking slowly through the halls, picking up speed when she informs you to do so.
“Stop, come.” She directs, both of them watching as you stop smoothly, turn, and begin walking again in her direction.
“Notice how her footsteps do not sound heavy, as they are not pounding into the ground in order to stay steady. You lack in all of those categories.” She looks down on him and he swallows, unsure of what to do.
“Stop in front of him, give him one.” She crosses her arms and you pause in front of him, lifting one book and the vase with a spell, floating the other onto his head.
It falls immediately.
“Fix him.” She keeps her gaze on you every second you move.
You put your items down on a nearby table and pick up the fallen book, pushing his shoulders back and spine straight.
“Chin up, eyes forward.” You put the book back on his head and hesitantly push up his chest.
“Chest up, shoulders straight and back, feet slightly apart.” You kick his feet apart softly, only short of his shoulder width.
“Look at me.” You order, taking in a deep breath. He does as you say and you fix his hair, moving a couple strands away from his eyes.
“Perfect.” Your mother praises, placing a chilled hand on your exposed shoulder.
“You will continue to train on this, I will see to it tomorrow that your posture has improved without the need of a book, Prince Todoroki.” She stalks past him, disappearing from the grounds.
Once you no longer sense her presence, you slouch slightly, taking a deep breath.
“Why do you get to slouch?” He hisses, taking the book off his head.
“Because I’ve been trained to get back into an immediate position since I was 1 Year old. Put the book back on or else.” You warn, taking a seat in a nearby chair.
“Or else what?”
“She’ll hang you upside down until your spine forces itself straight forever.” You close your eyes and his eyes widen.
“She can’t do that.”
“She can and she has. I’m evidence A through Z.” You rub your shoulders and he slowly puts the book back on his head.
After a beat of silence, he speaks up again.
“Did she really do that?”
“Why do you think it only takes a soft nudge for me to become straighter, rather than having to fix me like I did to you.”
“I apologize for upsetting you yesterday.” He looks away from you and you conjure up the gift he gave you, floating it to him.
“I don’t like gifts.”
“It’s rude not to accept it. It was costly.” He frowns.
“I didn’t tell you to get me anything, nor to upset me. I would prefer if you didn’t use objects as a first means in order to get me to forgive you.” You place the basket down in front of him and he frowns.
He ignores you and begins to walk forward, the book slipping off him.
After a couple tries, he grunts in frustration.
“Are you going to do something or are you just going to sit on your ass all day?”
“No, I have a sleepover after this. I’m just waiting for the hour to pass.”
He growls loudly, throwing the book at you, watching it fall to your feet.
“You throw like a boy with no manners.” You cross your arms and he stomps in your direction, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you up.
“Get up, and help me.”
“Not with that attitude.” You shake him off and grab the book, pushing it onto his head roughly, making him growl again.
“Stop raising your arms to steady it, you’re throwing off both your posture and your balance.” You hold his arms down and push him to walk, the book falling backwards onto your chest. You push his head forward, putting it back.
“Stop trying to look at it, you’re throwing it off. Look at my phone and lift your body with your strides, both feet should be in contact with the ground at the same time as you take another step.” You take off the book and begin showing him, your left toes planting onto the ground at the same time your right heel moves.
“How is anyone supposed to get anywhere with that walk?” He crosses his arms and you smack his arms down, aggravating him.
“No arm crossing. And that walk is for slow elegance, not travel. You don’t walk with your weight on your heels when you travel, but keep most of it on the balls of your feet, as if you’re floating.”
He raises a brow.
“Let me guess, you’ve never seen plays where the ballerinas wear incredibly long dresses and look like they’re hovering backwards?”
“No.”
“Well, they basically scoot backwards to give off the illusion of floating. I wear heels often, so the rule for men might be different.” You float the book back onto his head, bringing out your wings and flying right behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“Keeping your posture.” You slide your hands under his arms and hold his shoulders back, keeping his spine straight and chest up.
“Isn’t this a bit unnessaccary?” He shivers at your close proximity, feeling your breath on his neck.
“Do you want to be hung upside down?”
“No.”
“Then walk.” You flutter close to him and press your chest against his back, causing him to stiffen.
“Walk, Todoroki.” You nudge at his knee and he keels over, bringing you with him.
You fall on his back and lean up.
“Why didn’t you walk?!” You watch as he remains still, the book hiding his face.
“Todoroki.” You push the book off him and his skin remains flushed, his eyes looking for an escape.
You scoff and rip your dress from out under him, flying above him.
“Practice is over.” You announce, taking your phone and flying out of the building.
He stays on the ground, groaning loudly as he covers his face out of pure embarrassment.
He gets up and calls his carriage, holding his coat in front of him along with the gift basket, not caring for the chilling wind.
When the carriage arrives, he begrudgingly gets in, taking a seat.
Rubbing a hand down his face, he sighs loudly, desperately trying to ignore the obvious issue on his person.
“Of all the times it had to happen..” He thinks, staring out his window that’s been tinted against the rest of the world.
When he arrives at his castle, he steps out, quietly making his way into his room without acknowledging any of his staff that try to check up on him.
“Shouto, how was your practice?” Enji asks, not actually caring but only to get a snippet on what happens on something he’s not allowed to control.
He ignores his father, walking past him and telling the maid to bring his dinner to his quarters.
“Shouto?” His mom stops him.
“How was practice?” She asks sweetly, petting back the few stray hairs that decided to rest on his face on the way inside.
“A mess.” He whispers, closing his eyes at her touch.
“Stop babying him. You’re the exact reason he can’t find a mate.” Enji snarls, reaching for his wife’s wrist until Shouto swats it away.
“The only reason I haven’t found my mate is because of you, and the lack of people with that ability to have one, because you decided to get married based on power. That, and you continuously decide on keeping me away from society in order to make me stronger. Well, look where that got us. I have to get married to a random ass girl because you thought you were always right.” He pushes past him again, heading to his room.
“Stronger my ass. You’re going to a shit retirement space.”
He stares at the walls as he makes his way, scoffing at the many male leaders of his bloodline that had made the same mistakes as his father, neither of them learning their lesson as his kingdom slowly made its way into damnation.
The maids scurry away when he comes into his chambers, his food freshly made hidden under the lids of the fancy serving platter.
He raises his hand to remove the lid and pauses when he sees the ring you gifted him, glinting in the light of the chandelier.
He takes it off and holds it up in the light, being able to see multiple of the same thing in your favorite color.
“I have something for you, now that she’s gone.” You smile brightly at him, making him suspicious.
“I don’t like gifts.”
You frown.
“Well, you have no choice but to accept this one.” You try to lift the mood as you always do, but he’s proving it to be difficult nowadays.
You bring out a black box out of thin air, catching it once gravity takes its hold.
“Ah, one more thing.” You make another box come out of thin air, much larger than the previous one.
“You got me two things?” He becomes stiff, uncomfortable. He only brought you the ring, unannounced at that.
“You can open the small one first.” You hand it to him before he can reach for the bigger one, giving him big eyes of hope.
He raises a brow at your reaction, taking the small box out of your hands and opening it.
You bite your lip, waiting for a reaction.
He takes it out of the box and looks around it, handing it to you. You look at it, disappointed.
You didn’t expect this to be his reaction. Well, maybe.
“You’re supposed to put it on me.” He says, holding the ring between two fingers.
“Oh!” You toss the big box into the air and he jumps, reaching for it, but it stays in the air.
“Can..I see your hand?” You hold the ring and he exhales, giving you his left hand.
You carefully slip it onto his ring finger, taking a step back when you finish.
“So?”
“So?” He looks at his ring on your hand, full of hope.
“What do you think?”
He looks at the new ring on his finger, twisting his hand around to get a full view.
“It’s..nice. Thank you.” He says slowly.
You try your best to hide your disappointment once again and hand him the big box.
“Now this.”
He huffs, opening the box.
His eyes widen when he sees a red glass bowl, small snowflakes intricately carved and molded into the sides, the lid with a snowflake handle. Inside the bowl, cold soba.
“It’s, custom for the bride to make something with their magic for the groom.” You play with your fingers nervously and he looks up at you, surprised.
“You made this?”
“Yes, I did.. We’re supposed to learn the spell and try it for the first time after fully learning it, then give the piece. Some make necklaces or rings, but I found the bowl to be more convenient. You already have to have something you don’t want on your person, I didn’t want to make it worse.” You smile and his expression saddens, looking back down at the bowl.
“It’s beautiful, thank you. I’ll make good use of it.” He closes the box and you jump.
“Oh, that wasn’t everything.” You step closer and his eyes widen when you open the box again and pull out a pair of chopsticks that match the bowl, the mold of small snowflakes and wind curving through them.
“W-wow, you really put a lot of thought into them..” He takes them from your hands softly and inspects them.
“This is part of your customs?”
“Partially. For witches, you create a spell for your partner and cast it on the wedding day. For vampires, you hunt something and give your partner the best part, after fixing it of course.”
He stiffens immediately. You look up at him with big eyes, confused at his reaction.
“You don’t like it?”
“Not exactly. What did you make this out of? Is it...” He hesitates and your eyes widen.
“No! No no no! I don’t do that! I swear it’s not blood!”
“What is it then?” He holds it with a full grasp again, somewhat reassured.
“They’re rare crystals. Ones elder witches bless and vampires use for prosperity and protection.” You smile at him again but he doesn’t smile.
“Yet you gave it to me as a bowl and chopsticks..? Don’t you need it?”
“Well, I wanted you to have one so you have something to look forward to in this marriage.”
He stares at the blood red bowl on the table next to his food, the chopsticks neatly placed next to it.
“She really is crazy..”
“I’ve never seen him so relaxed, in a less relaxed position..” Kirishima stands by the door, holding a tray of snacks.
Bakugou has his eyes rolled back but looks angry, laying in your lap with your fingers on his scalp, massaging him.
“He looks possessed.” Shinsou clips his hair away from his face, sliding on a watermelon and peach face mask.
“Can’t believe she managed to subdue him, too.” Shinsou smooths out his mask and Kirishima puts down the tray, placing his hands on his hips in an offended manner.
“And you didn’t think to wait until I was ready so we could put on the masks together? Bun brought headbands.” He lifts the different animal headbands and shakes them aggressively.
“You didn’t tell me you brought headbands!” Shinsou shoots up from his beanbag in disbelief, the betrayal.
“I did, I even singled out the cat one for you, too.” You frown at him and he almost slaps a hand to his forehead until he remembers he’s wearing a mask.
You slip on a yellow puppy headband on Bakugou, placing a mask on him softly.
“I can’t believe I let you do this to me.” He says, acting like he doesn’t like it, then proceeds to swat your hands away to smooth out the folds on his strawberry pomegranate mask.
“What mask are you picking, Kirishima?” You watch as he puts on a red devil horn headband, eyeing the small basketful of different face masks.
“Hm, I’m debating between Cherry Kiwi or Blueberry and Plum.” He taps his chin in deep thought and you hear your phone ring across the room next to Kirishima.
You frown and float your phone over, not expecting any messages for the night.
You jump off the bed and drop Katsuki’s head on the bed, startling him.
“Can I go somewhere private? My mother is saying she wants to talk to me.” You tiptoe hurriedly and Katsuki points outside the door.
You rush out of the room and find another empty room, locking yourself inside.
You call Dabi and chew at your lip, tapping your fingers on your cheek.
“What?” He answers.
“I’m not at the castle.”
Silence.
“Okay, so where are you?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Wha- why not? I don’t exactly have time to be ignored right now.”
“I’m not ignoring you. You’re supposed to text me ahead of time if you’re coming to the castle, and you came when I’m not there, and I can’t exactly leave.”
Silence again.
“Can we video call?” He asks in a weird high pitched tone.
You look at the phone momentarily to make sure you’re still talking to the right person.
“Hello?”
“Nevermind. When are you coming back?”
“In two days.”
“What?! I can’t wait two days!”
“Why not?” You question, becoming suspicious.
“I get bored in my apartment. You’re my only entertainment.”
“Goodnight Dabi, go home.” You hang up before he can respond and take a deep breath, walking out of the vacant room and back into Katsuki’s room.
“Everything go okay?” Kirishima asks, turning to you with a frog mask from a popular show chain they showed you. Seems he went with the Cherry Kiwi mask.
“Yeah, she was just reminding me about how Todoroki should be my priority right now since our ‘ceremony’ is coming up.”
“When is it?”
You shrug.
“Soon, I suppose. 2 years at the most.”
“What?!” Everyone stands up and you don’t make eye contact.
“I know. But I don’t want to talk about it, I came to have a good time and I will. Now hand me the mask basket.”
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