Different Types of Love || BNHA Oneshots

sʜᴏᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ [1]

   Prince! Shoto Todoroki X Prince! Reader

 Warnings: Arranged Marriages, Mention Of Homophobia, Cliche, Rule breaking, 

   Key: [L/n] = Last Name, [E/c] = Eye Color, 

 Canon/Non Canon: Non Canon

   AU: Yes [Fantasy]

 Relationship: Romantic

    Inspo: Song | Cost of the Crown - Margie Butler

 Requested From: No One [My Own Idea]

   Note: This doesn't follow the exact Fantasy AU made by Horikoshi, and I know that Enji isn't a complete douche and [*SPOILERS?* is trying to be a better person in the manga and all], but I'm just changing that for this stories purpose. And on another note, I don't care how overrated Shoto is. I love him. He will always be one of my faves.

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   ❝ The stars are very beautiful above the palace walls. They shine with equal splendor still above far humbler halls. I watch them from my window, but their bright entrancing glow reminds me of the freedom I gave up so long ago.❞

   Enji Todoroki, or more commonly known as King Endeavor. One of the most powerful kings known all throughout the land, not only because of his quirk either. He wished to pass this power on, and make his Kingdom stronger. His and him were married for this purpose, the Queen bearing four children.

   Three sons and one daughter, although one went missing many moons ago. It did not matter to the King. He already chose which child he would turn into his successor. That child, was Prince Shoto Todoroki. The boy inherited his father's flames and his mother's ice, making him quite the spectacle.

   His father wanted him to marry a princess with a strong Kingdom and an even stronger quirk, just like he did. Of course, this disgusted Shoto. He had always defied his father, that becoming even more apparent when he sent his mother away for giving him his scar. He did not blame her, however. It was his father's fault more than anyone's. So the idea of forcing himself and an innocent lady into something like an arranged marriage. An arranged quirk marriage angered him.

   No matter how Shoto felt, he knew he couldn't stop what was upon him. He was a Prince, and his father was the King. Not him. Plus, he didn't want to disgrace their family name. He couldn't do that to his mother and siblings, so he would just have to endure this sad life. His father was going to throw a ball for him to pick a princess, so at least he got that privilege. Of course, they were all princesses his father only thought were worthy.

   The ball would be tonight. Shoto was truly dreading this as he was getting ready for the night. Of course he would have to look his best, and his father requested that his servants help him out.

   All he could do is stare at his reflection. He was trying his hardest not to become his father, but he feared he might be going down the same path. He just had to swear to himself that he'd never mistreat his Queen and children, since he already knew he'd have to go that far.

   They finally finished his outfit, leaving him be now as their job was done. He finally pulled his multi-colored eyes from the mirrors of his fears and walked to his balcony, looking up at the star lit sky. He'd love to just be his own person instead of what his father was trying to mold him into. He sometimes feared that one day he might not even know himself.