Endeavor was, for a lack of a better word, upset; he had told Rei to prepare herself, and she had responded with no. He stormed into the house, barreling past his children, who wisely kept quiet upon seeing the look on his face. They were surprised to see their father in such an apparent state of anger and to see him in the early afternoon.

He found his wife sitting in the garden, drinking tea. He stormed out a furious ball of rage and slammed his fist on the little table, nearly breaking the thing in half. "Is something vexing you, my husband?" Rei responded as if he was nothing more than a gentle summer breeze.

"I told you to prepare yourself for me," he seethed. "And you dare to tell me no!"

"That is correct," she replied, sipping her tea.

"Would you care to explain yourself?" her casual tone with him was doing nothing more than fueling his anger and fire.

"If you insist," she gestured with her hand as if trying to think of the words. "I am not in the mood nor wish to bear another child right now."

"I don't remember asking…"

"That is correct. You didn't ask," Rei replied hints of anger dancing in her voice.. "You never asked, to be exact, and this time, my answer would still be no even if you had asked."

"You dare to disrespect me in my house," he slammed his fist again, breaking the table, his voice on par with a roar. "You are my wife, and you will obey me!"

"I will do nothing of the sort," she rose from her chair and faced him. "I am your wife, not your slave, and not your broodmare. If I ever desire to have children again, I will bring the subject to you then. Until then, do you not have an agency to run? I have to prepare dinner for the children."

Rei went to walk past him, but he reached out and snagged her arm, "When I return home tonight, you will make yourself ready for me!"

"You are hurting my arm," she replied as his fire flared, so suddenly did her ice, making him release her arm as frost overtook his hand. "I will not, and if should you feel otherwise, you will find a cold reception waiting for you," she looked down towards his crotch. "And your member!" She walked back into the house. He exploded in rage, scorching the garden before storming out.

Once he was in his car, he was seething. He needed some release, "Hello, it is me. Are you available? Good, I will be there soon."

-Gathers No Moss-

Quirks are amazing; according to some, they would be called bullshit. Livewire was in the latter category, depending on who you asked. Aside from being a brilliant hacker, his quirk allowed him to shape change into almost any object: a chair, a seat, a wallet, a woman's purse. He was a cold, ruthless killer and one of the best assassins on the planet. He had morals in his way, a set of rules he lived by. He had been in the game so long that he could decide who he worked for and when. No one even alive knew what he looked like.

He had infiltrated Endeavors Agency; he was on the man's wrist. Endeavor was a piece of work, but he wasn't dumb. Livewire had to give him that; he didn't keep his essential files on the servers at work. Most of them were not even digital. The main problem is that Endeavor didn't throw away files and clean up after himself like he should. Reading his files on all the women he investigated for a quirk marriage and the reports had been, shall we say, not fun.

But it was through these files he kept that Livewire found Mistress number 1; her name was Frost. A tiny time hero but a fantastic figure. Her hero career was cut short when she over-exerted her quirk while keeping a building from collapsing, which required 5-point contact, and lost part of a few fingers. Now, more contact, no more quirk, no more heroics.

Endeavor came in like a man who cared, thanking her for her noble sacrifice and helping to make sure she was okay after such a traumatic ordeal. Frost fell for him hard, and he used that, stringing her along, using her to the tune of 2 children. When the first didn't produce a fire quirk, Endeavor managed to play it off; after all, there was still the second, and that one didn't either; the second one absorbed heat when her quirk manifested in nearly killing another child. To her small credit, Frost knew what was happening was wrong, but he spun the tale of a loveless marriage that he would soon leave her. Of course, she believed him; she was in love with him. He had come in when she was the most vulnerable and taken her off her feet.

Mistress #2 was a whole different sort; that was who he was on his way to see at this very moment. This poor thing had crossed his internship path; the stars in her eyes were for him. She worshiped him, the ground he walked on; his words were her gospel. He used and degraded her to his delight, and all she would do was ask for more. He had allowed her to bear him a child only to ensure her loyalty, and it had done just that. The little boy had a fire quirk; he couldn't create fire but bend and shape it.

To her, he was too fantastic to have one woman; he should have all he desired and craved. Whether it be her sister or anyone else, he would bring by. He was a king, and one day she would be his queen.

Then there were the accidents that had to be cleaned up. Endeavor was mighty, and for all his faults, he did train somewhat hard to keep his fire from causing collateral damage, but it did happen. He would pay to make it go away, well, him and the hero commission. He was so obsessed with his ranking that he would pay people off to keep it out of the public, and Hero Commission would sweep it under the rug. The tighter and the more obsessed you become with something, the more your rational thought fails you in what you are doing. It was akin to trying to hold water in a clenched fist.

-The Pool Party-

Inko had been stunned when Little Momo approached her after school and handed her an invitation to a pool party and sleepover for Izuku at her house. She could tell the charming little girl was both excited and nervous. The homemade invitation put it all over the edge; she wanted to swoop the little girl into her arms and hug her tight. But she knew that it would be highly inappropriate for her to do so. Of course, she RSVP right then and there.

On the day of the event, Inko seriously reconsidered her decision as she drove up to the Yaoyrozu estate mansion. Inko wondered what she was honestly expecting; she saw little Momo climb in and out of a limo every day. It was the cutest thing in the morning. She would climb out immediately but adequately look around for her friends. When she saw them run some before remembering that she was supposed to be a lady and walking to join them, she was very fast but walking nonetheless. Inko could already tell that she would be a beautiful young woman.

Once through the gate, they pulled up to the house, Inko taking a moment to check herself in the mirror; she could have been in her best clothing and still would have felt underdressed. The children were to have their swim party while the adults visited. Make connections, she guessed. She didn't know how much she could make a connection with the Yaoyorozu or the Todorki; she was just the head nurse, but she thought she would make some small talk for a bit before going to watch over the children.

As they approached, another car pulled up, nice but not too nice, so Inko breathed a sigh of relief when Little Set stepped out of the car, grabbed her bag, and raced to Izuku. Set froze, and the largest smile broke out when Izuku revealed a new t-shirt. It had a T-Rex with the little dino head grabber claws in its hands, and the caption read, "Now I am Unstoppable!"

"I love it," she yelled, hugging her friend. "Let's go dino buddies." She pulled him to the door. Inko smiled, turning to Set's mother; the woman had surprisingly large, upturned, dusky black eyes, long lower eyelashes, and a charming smile.

"Set, don't run!" she said before bowing to Inko. "Ichika Tokage"

"Inko Midoriya, but please call me Inko," she said, returning the woman's bow.

"Then please call me Ichika; Set tells me so much about your little boy." The woman leaned in, "If they were older, I would say she is quite smitten."

Inko giggled a little, "I agree with how he talks about her. He talks about all his little friends, but your daughter, Momo, and Shoto are his focal points."

"I have noticed that also," Ichika and Inko began to walk towards the house following their children. "This place is so huge, I feel drastically underdressed."

"As do I," Inko added. The two women laughed as they were escorted in.

Much like Inko, Rei couldn't resist when Momo gave her the invitation; she had given her three. One for Shoto, one for Fuyumi, and another for her and the boys. It was just this precious moment watching Momo doing her best not to be nervous, but of course, Rei could tell that little girl was nervous being a mother herself.

She informed Enji that she was taking the children to go swimming. He began to protest, but he quickly stopped when she told him that it was at Yaoyorozu estate and that she would talk with the lady of the house while the children frolicked in the pool.

The verbal wordplay between the two ladies was quickly dismantled by Inko and Ichika as the two women, while maintaining polite conversation, treated the two women like other mothers. Rei, who had more dealings with Inko, was the first to slip, but when it happened, Ashai Yaoyorozu smiled and did her best to fall into the conversation. Rei shared a secret smile with Ashai; today was not about gaining anything other than allowing their children to play together. It was time for the children to be children.

The family talk was the best topic; this way, they found out that Set's father was sick. Ichika put on a face of optimism, but Rei and Ashai knew what lay behind that face. Set and her sister Hana knew he was ill, but like their mother, they remained optimistic for the future. Hana was coming to the realization sooner as she was older, but Set being so young still…

Once a glass of wine was in hand, the conversation became easier and began to flow; each woman had a different relationship with their husband. Rei kept it diplomatic, saying that Enji was always working, and being the Number 2 hero in Japan kept him away a lot; Rei did slip in some subtle words that maybe things weren't perfect. Ashai's husband, Goro, was a workaholic; he was a good husband, but a multi-national conglomerate took a lot of time and attention to run. Ichika was watching her husband slowly die, and Inko was divorced or in the process of divorce.

The children were having the time of their lives, with Momo doing her best to be a good little host before the fun of a party took over, and she did what all the kids did, and that was playing. Eventually, the Mother made their way to a balcony overlooking the controlled chaos down below, and it was in that they all found some peace in watching their children be just that.

"Ever think of having another?" Rei asked Ashai.

"There are times," Ashai looked at her daughter, chasing Fuyumi around the pool with a look of sheer delight on her face. "I know that Momo would love to have a baby sibling; it is something that we have discussed, but no firm answer has been decided on."

"I don't think I will have anymore; four is more than enough," Rei looked over the railing, a smile broadening on her face as Natsuo, Shoto, and Izuku all teamed up to knock Toya into the pool, of course, her eldest made sure to pull in his siblings leaving Izuku celebrating in triumph only for Set to come up and knock him in while he was distracted. It then became a game that would be the last one dry, which no one won as Fuyumi pulled in Momo when they had knocked in Set; needless to say, the betrayal that day came swift and furious as various pool games were played. The children sat happily with their parents and ate lunch before having a ping pong tournament, with Fuyumi taking the victory before they returned to the pool.

-Ashai-

After Dinner, Rei, Inko, and Ichika took their leave, thanking Ashai, who was trying to get the ladies to spend the night, but other duties called. Ashai stood happily in the doorway, looking at all the sleeping children who hadn't even made it halfway through the movie before falling asleep. She couldn't remember seeing her little Momo smile so much in one day; the laughter echoing off the walls just brought the house to life. Ashai sent a simple message to Goro, "I want more children!" she saw the three dots appear and disappear several times. Ashai sent him videos of Momo and the joy she had today.

GORO: I will take some time off next month but will be home next Tuesday. We can talk then…Ahsai, I love you; you know that, right?

ASHAI: I do, my love; I have never doubted that or your love for me or Momo. I know what you do is essential, but Momo misses you; you won't get this time back. Soon, she will be running off to some hero course, and the next you know, you will meet her fiancé as she gets ready to marry.

GORO: You are right. I have a responsibility to the company, but I also have a responsibility to my family. Let us talk more when I see you.

ASHAI: Sounds good; I Love YOU, GORO!

Ashai had made her way to bed and had just begun to settle under the blankets when her phone chimed again.

GORO: So, what are you wearing?

Ashai blushed and stuttered aloud before taking a deep breath and responding, "Your favorite black pajamas; I may have forgotten my undergarments tonight…"

-Ichika-

She returned to the familiar and warm sight of her husband sitting on the couch, reading a book. "How was your day?" he asked, not looking up; she knew he was getting to the end of a paragraph before stopping. She went to the kitchen to make them some tea but stopped and brought back a bottle of wine instead.

"It was much fun; Set had a blast. Hana?" she said from the kitchen, hopeful.

"Good, she is staying the night at Zana's."

She undid a few buttons on the top of her shirt; taking a deep breath, she walked back to the living, doing her best to put a little wiggle in her walk. "Are you tired?"

"No, I am feeling good today," he set his book down and froze, seeing his wife standing, looking so very sexy.

"Then why don't you join me in the bedroom? We can…talk." she turned and walked down the hall; she couldn't see the grin on his face as he scrambled to get up and follow her down the hall.

-Inko-

Inko walked into the empty apartment. It felt cold with Izuku not home but much more like home than their previous place. She made herself a large cup of tea and went to her office; powering up her computer, she smiled as she logged into her chat room and saw the name she had hoped to see. Rip Van Winkle.

Persephone: Do you ever sleep?

Rip Van Winkle: Sometimes, my job has me going at all hours, mostly at night. And I need help to get enough sleep. But that tea you recommended with a little bit of honey worked wonders.

Persephone: I love it! It helps me so much when I get home late from a work shift and need to relax.

Rip Van Winkle: That is right, you got a promotion recently. How is that?

Persephone: Great, it was so unexpected. But it is going well; the extra money and the more stable hours are excellent. I was happy to see you online.

Rip Van Winkle: I have to admit I thought that I would hear from you tonight, as you said you had plans.

Persephone: My plans are all wrapped up, so you have me for a few hours at least, so did you sit down and talk with your friend?

Rip Van Winkle: ….

Persephone: RIP, YOU NEED TO TALK TO HIM; HE PROBALLY DOESN'T KNOW THAT HE MADE YOU UPSET. IF YOU DON'T TELL HIM, YOU CAN RUIN WHAT YOU SAID WAS YOUR OLDEST FRIEND!

Rip Van Winkle: I will talk to him tomorrow.

Persephone: Promise?

Rip Van Winkle: I promise, let me message you back. I have to handle something.

Persephone: Okay, be safe.

Rip Van Winkle: I will.

-Rip Van Winkle-

He set his phone in his pocket and brought the binoculars up.

"There you are, scumbag," Rip smiled, hiding it behind his trademark scarf. "I was wondering when you would show up. You are not getting away tonight."

- Kureijī HI-

Netsu Oba lay in bed next to the most extraordinary person on the planet, thankful it was a large bed as her King had a veracious appetite tonight. She had been forced to sit and watch as these lesser women serviced and pleasured her king. His seed dripping out of their lesser sexes, she had been allowed to consume it so it did not fall to the floor. For hours, she waited until the hunger in her eyes and her heart reached her king, and he called her to the bed.

Legends should be made of how he would make love to her. How he used her body was nothing short of magical and nothing short of ecstasy. This other woman didn't understand the king's need, how he needed to vent his frustration and the world's cruelty; her body could satisfy his needs. Her quirk gave her a minor form of regeneration; he could let go with her. She was the only one who understood and could do this for her king.

How dare this pretender, this false queen, deny her king another heir. Women should be lining up for the glory and honor of bearing the king a child. She waited with an ache for the day she would again be allowed the honor. Her child was nothing perfect, and she would make sure to give him all the best that he was entitled to by birthright.

But the false queen had gone too far. Netsu tolerated her existence as she had given the King a worthy heir at long last, but now she was doing it to anger and defy him. If her King ordered her to service him in a crowded restaurant, Netsu would, as should any woman.

Her king had said he had grown weary of the false queen and tired of how she looked at him, not with awe and reverence but with hatred and disdain. How the queen would never come to his chambers, how nightly she would not only not service the King but now did not comply when the King had ordered it.

Netsu reached over and took the King's phone; unlocking it with his print, she looked at his schedule. Next month, he would have to go away on a mission; he would be out of town, which would be perfect. Netsu was going to remove the queen and the unworthy heirs, then only the worthy would be left, and she could become his queen, give him respect, and serve him how he should be. Yes, it would be perfect. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN.