#bnha royal au

[thehusbandoden]

Thank you so much for all of your support! I can't believe I'm 15 followers away from 500! You are all so sweet and I appreciate and love every single one of you!

On a side note, I have a Bakugo x reader royal AU fic started. I'm planning on making it shorter than my horrendous other fics I've started, so I'm hoping it will be out when I hit 500 or shortly after.

For a bit of context, it will be enemies to lovers. You're Bakugo's maid whom he despises because he "doesn't need a nanny". Right now he's a total a-hole.

I'm guessing there will be 10-15ish chapters, but I'm not sure! If you would like to be tagged in it you can either leave a comment (anywhere, I look at all my comments), send me a message, or an ask.

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[shotorozu]

Paintings Do No Justice (Ch. 1)

Todoroki Shouto/Reader (Royal! AU)

Chapter 1 — Insult on Canvas

Tags: Romance, Drama, Royal AU, Getting Together, Painter! Reader (who is also blunt) Prince! Todoroki Shouto

Synopsis: One moment you’re mouthing off to someone about how you find the painting in front of you atrocious, and in the next— you’re sketching the same subject of the painting. How did you get here, again?

AO3

Masterlist

note(s): so yall might’ve been wondering— where was the chapter ⁉️ well one, the owl house ended so i was kinda grieving that 💀 and two— editing 😁 anyways ik this might not be EXTREMELY historically accurate, but i tried. a lot. as in, a month of vigorous research about the era went into this… anyways 😁

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The estate was busier than usual, filled with clamor and poorly concealed whispers. 

When you woke up that morning and awaited your delivery of freshly new oil paints, you heard mumbles from helpers passing by outside of your door. You had tried to listen in on the mumbles when you heard any outside, but as you pressed your ear against the wooden door, the mumbling had faded to incoherence. 

Even the maid that usually kept to herself, was asking about your opinions, and when you tried to gain an elaboration— the maid in question simply sped away, tasks suddenly looking very appealing.

You never minded, but to have a certain type of mystery lingering in the air had you growing nosy. 

You tried your best to not dwell on the topic that much, instead– anticipating for someone to come knocking at your door with a case of brand new paints. You weren’t sure what was the most exciting part of them all– the fact that they’re brand new? The fact that they’re from the very center of the capital, traded by the best art supply retailer. 

You weren’t sure if it was just one of those reasons or all, but you could imagine them already. The dentless tubes, the color labels of each of them, the glide of each paint on a canvas. Your hands are already itching to test them out, find your next piece’s subject— 

Or instead of someone delivering the parcel to your room, maybe your father would loudly exclaim for your appearance. You would know what it would be for, anyway. 

You try to imagine the excitement, the craft of your art, the stroke of each brush, but it’s becoming increasingly hard to imagine something so.. Imaginable, when the muttering of each person that passed your room drew your attention. Not to mention, whatever your handmaids were speaking about earlier had you increasingly curious.  

You finally had enough of feeling left out of the hearsay– scandalous or not, pushing your chambers’ doors open and striding to the main hall, and that’s when you finally understood the commotion. 

You dart your head around, observing each and every expression of those present in the hall. 

A name was called into the air– by quick realization, your name to be exact, and you recognized the voice as your father’s. 

“Father,” You reply, arms folding atop of each other, a hand brushing against your elbow. “Is it just me or has the estate become busied with noise? Is it gossip that I was sorely excluded from knowing again?” Your father chuckles, shaking his head. Okay, if it wasn’t estate gossip, then what was bringing out the invasiveness you never knew you had? "Or.. Was I walking around insensibly like a headless chicken–”

“That’s not it, it’s just..” You wait for him to finish his sentence. He seems to be grasping for the right words– presumably, due to the difficulty of the subject? “Your paints have been delayed.” 

Your brows furrow. That was it? 

Although it seems to be a bit of a letdown– considering the extent of your anticipation, but it is no true worry as the hearsay makes it seem. “So? I am willing to wait. In fact, it is a wait I’ve been doing for years now, waiting for a significant breakthrough.” 

Your father chuckles, wrinkles prominent on the corner of his eyes. “I assure you it will happen. But the issue here is that someone will have to pick it up themselves.” 

You hum, coming to a decision. “I could do it, I have a feeling this is the result of everyone tossing the responsibility onto each other like a hot potato.”

His aging features fell as an awkward laugh suddenly emerged out of him. “Oh, I’m afraid that’s not all.” He coughs. It seems forced.  “We’ve gotten word that Prince Shouto is getting his portrait  done.” He sighs, “It has been a while since his juvenile age of fifteen. Once again, we’ve missed the opportunity to grab at the commission… like last time.”

You pause. Prince Shouto of the Todoroki family?

It was a given that you know who he was, everyone within the society of your kingdom had an idea of the third son of King Enji Todoroki. He was said to be tall, handsome, gifted, and the only eligible heir despite having three siblings years ahead of him in age. It was also rumored to be that he could conjure flames with his left, and ice with his right. 

All those things have been said about him– and it was almost ridiculous, until it dawned onto you that you haven’t seen the prince in question once. Never in your life have you been able to see if these allegations held some truth in them. 

But he is still the prince at the end of the day. It’s not like your opinion mattered to him, to anyone caring for that matter. Perhaps the responses of the trainees, interns, and the help were justified clauses after all.

Not to mention, “last time” was considerably a hard time as well, though maybe the uproar of today is due to the fact that Prince Shouto is of age, and is essentially nearing the start of his prime. The next time his portrait could possibly be done in a few decades– and of course no painter as urgent as your father could wait that long. 

“The royal family aren’t the only highly regarded clients that we could paint,” You state, “There’ll be other big names that’ll be anticipating to be painted by us.”

Your father’s features crinkle, “It is the royal family.” 

You shrug. Touché. 

“I’ll get going now.” You spin your heel, “Perhaps, calming down the masses of this estate would be good?” 

Your old man considers your words evidently, though you think this is simply a plot to get a rise out of you. Your shoulders rise like mountains and drop with a sigh– as equally visible as he “considered” things, and his charade drops with ease. “That is a good idea,” 

Without turning around, you can hear him calm down the people within the estate. 

You sort out your appearance, going through each drawer and shelf to examine the amount of various garments that you currently own. You weren’t going to be out for long, and you weren’t going to be looked at for long, so you eventually settled with something of comfort– forgoing a usual bodice in favor of a long sleeved polo with frilled trims, and a skirt with a simple but presentable silhouette. 

Snatching a messenger bag while forcing on some shoes, you walk down the hallway and out the door in a hurry– determined to beat the busy crowd of the merchandise galleria.

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Your assumption was indeed true, but it turned out to be busier than you'd ever expect. 

Retrieving the paints was the simplest part of the intended short trip, but getting near the designated supplier showed itself to be difficult. 

There were more people in the galleria than usual, and you’d be aware of this– considering that the folk that roamed the galleria’s path frequently contained the help and the occasional artist taking initiative.

Which meant that it was quite never the ton.

Package in your clutches, you hadn’t need to look at the crowd to realize– that they were not the district’s average patrons. 

Turning a heel, you observed the high quality bodices and robes of all sorts of fabric that adorned the sophisticated. With hairstyles, hats and jewelry that decorated the elite were supremely well made, your eyes felt as if they sparkled simply by staring.

“Unveiling of “Adolescence” By Mr. Sasaki to be done in just a few! I repeat, Unveiling of Mr. Sasaki’s latest painting is to be done shortly!” 

You try not to huff at the announcement. Mr. Sasaki turned out to be the very artist your father was feuding with. Only child of a duke, he opted out of inheritance of the title in exchange for an artful life of paintings and sculptures. The choice was viewed as shameful initially, but his competence in art assisted in his favor. 

If anyone were to ask you, however– you’d say in hush that it was a result of nepotism. 

Regardless of the opinion, you remained in your place, curiosity quipped to see what aspect of this latest work made it worthy of a live elite audience. 

Then, the thin cloth that obscured the painting’s true form was lifted with the ring of a bell, and tossed to the side. 

Curiosity quickly drained out of you, and your artistic knowledge made you long for the moments before you saw the painting. 

The backdrop of the painting was simple. Considering that it is simply backdrop, it was painted a dark oak color and blended well for the viewer to not have their attention glued to what was behind the subject. 

And the subject itself was…

“Not the sight for sore eyes.”

You bit your lip before anyone could register who said it, or what was said. What you said was intended to be kept on the inside, and while the words could’ve been directed to anything, the context was unfavorable. A clear insult to the painting. 

When you clear yourself of possible suspicion, you continue your ponder– analyzing the painting, uttering barely present comments about the painting. 

Then, you hear a hum beside you– baritone, hard to shake off.  “What makes you say that?”

You try to stop your shoulders from jolting upwards from surprise, but your attempts come short. Was it directed to you? You pondered considerably, an endless amount of possible outcomes went rampant in your thoughts. 

Your heart raced– you could get into some trouble for what you’ve just said, and what you’re about to say. 

You weren’t about to retract statements, no. But boycott was possible if your unkind comment and name was unearthed to the artist himself, or even– members of the gentry.

Despite yourself– you turn to your side, and see a man dressed in a dark coat with a matching hat obscuring his hair and eyes. The features that weren’t hidden by his hat or the collar of his coat were distinctive for you to recall in a few weeks time.

He was lean– certainly not a dandy. He looked as if he was never meant to be seen just like you, as he had an air of mystery around him if you dared to make significant mention.

Well, a faceless man practically made conversation with you! “Mysterious” reflected little in description.

He must be the one who asked, his voice aligned with his appearance– and it certainly isn’t the mother in front of you, or the young child spectating the unveiling on stacked up carts. 

“Portraiture is certainly popular within recent times,” You note “But the subject… does not seem adolescence.” You end off, dryly.

There’s some silence, and you close to thinking that the conversation has ended. 

Or, perhaps– it did. You saw what you needed to see, you retrieved what was needed of you to do– you could go back to the estate and happily start on your next painting. You could quickly leave in silence, as if the comment was never made at all– 

“What do you mean by that? Must you be referring to the subject’s features?” 

The response has you thinking. The stranger’s interested in what you’re saying, which is… certainly not an everyday occurrence, but could blame be set on you for indulging? 

“No. I meant that there is a lacking quality in the subject, and I think– overall tone of the work.” You reply, slightly more confident. “Neoclassicism is indeed, also popular these days, but for it to be observed in portraiture art such as this is.. Unfitting.” 

You’re on a tangent, but you cannot find it in yourself to care. You’re so focused that you didn’t bother to even turn to the man you’re subjecting your tangent to. “The restraint, unemotional element of the genre simply has no place in a work called… “Adolescence”, as the years of adolescence are full of inexperience, development, and are our days of youth, yes?”

“And since that is the case, you’re wondering where is that look we’d all see in the mirror during those days?” 

You chuckle. Finally, someone that gets it. “Yes.”

But your cheer makes a drastic drop when your sight is lined up with the portrait once again. Art analysis aside, how is a forehead with that width and length possible to conjure– especially on pure intention. How it wasn’t the first thing you’ve laid your eyes upon was worthy of amazement. 

“Not just that, but no real human has a forehead that big. It’s as if the subject is a pompous imbecile. Intended outcome or not, I pity whoever was the subject.” 

The stranger lets out a soft laugh that was ridden with illy concealed shock and amusement. The sound sobers you out of your analytical tangent and you only stare as he finishes. The expression that he’s left with– from what you can tell from the subtle curl of his lips– is placid, yet entertained. Though the reason behind it is unheard of… 

A loud voice cuts through your thoughts before you could say or think anything more. “Mr. Sasaki will be here to answer any queries.”

Several people raise their hand, but none of what happens in front of you distracts you from the stranger’s voice resounding against your ears. “I suppose I should’ve assumed much, once as the forehead was revealed in its full force. Mr. Sasaki was.. Especially defensive when the painting was completed.”

You only stare in question as someone in the audience inquires about the painting’s primary subject– the center of the reprehensible thing.

But the man makes no further movement to address his comment. “Could I have your name? Are you perhaps an art critic?” 

“Ah, the main inspiration as you can see– is the subject of the painting!” 

You blink. You could mutter and make ramblings about paintings and art conceptually all you pleased, but giving your name first to a stranger– a nearly faceless one– was improbable. “Only if you are able to disclose yours. And no, I’m no critic.”

“Is it not customary to answer a question with another?” The words he says are accusing, but by the tone of the unknown man’s voice– he has no intention.

“Fine.” He did have a point. Some may say that you only had care for the arts and nothing else, but an “uncaring” person such as you was also taught not to answer anything with a  question. 

“Y/N of the L/N family. I’ve spoken this much, so it’s only fair that you take your turn to speak up and slightly embarrass yourself now.”

You don’t have to look him in the eye to know that he is resisting a laugh. You can see it in the way his lips tightly shut. 

Mr. Sasaki goes on despite the intriguing conversation you find yourself within. “Everybody knows him– so it goes without saying, that it was a big honor to paint–” 

“Shouto–” 

“--Your Highness, Prince Shouto of the Todoroki Family!” 

The fact was indeed proudly stated– the best boast an artist could say.

But all you could do was stare at the portrait, and back at the man who said his name was… 

“Wait, you’re, uh…” 

And that’s when you finally get a decent look at the man– now that your attention isn’t gathered on analysis.

Under the hat– mismatched irises were hidden in plain sight, but all due to the close proximity, the silver and cerulean pigment of his eyes matched with the painting– except, the painted counterpart was less than nothing compared to what was material.

What stood in front of you– was the unmatched, unrivaled beauty of the lands.

On his left eye, he had a scar that made no appearance in the painting, as if it never existed. It was clear that the scar was excluded on purpose– seeing as the scar is a distinctive part of his face. However, now that you stood next to someone of royal lineage, you could bear witness to the scar, that was not mere hearsay of the elite’s most nosy.

Besides, the scar did nothing to deter from his aesthetic. 

“Not even the king wanted to show me the painting, and… that was– I suppose– the strangest of it all, considering the time.” 

Then it just occurred to you, what grave thing you’ve committed. 

A grave offense, worthy of the death penalty– public execution, and exile to all related to you! 

So you did the first thing that appeared in your mind. 

Shove royalty out of the way and make a book for it. 

[eternal-mikrokosmos]

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.”

💜🌙TAGS ARE OPEN🌙💜

@dreamingofyourmoons

[uwu-bxtch]

if i were to…idk continue peony amidst roses, would yall still be interested?

[angel-sweets666]

Stuck together

Barbarian prince! bakugo katsuki x princess! Reader(fem)

Your parents arranged you to the brash and rude prince of the barbarians to save their own skin. warnings and stuff inside of the story: talks of virginity, talks of a virginity check (its accurate to the time period ok?) a/n should I make this a series? I think it’d be fun but idk ur rich btw so just like there’s rich stuff. Btw if I do make this a series(this is a sneak peak) it’ll be a slow burn

full version here

AGED UP

Mitsuki leaned back, her piercing gaze fixed on your parents. "So, what do you say? You give us your daughter, and we'll form an alliance," she proposed, pausing for their response. "It would offer protection from the Todoroki kingdom Flamoria, no?" The blonde woman smiled at your father, trying to sway him.

Your mother hesitated. "I mean, I dunno…"

"We'll do it," he interrupted, cutting off your mother.

"Huh?!" Your mother turned to him, shock evident on her face.

"Perfect. Sign here," Mitsuki said smoothly, handing them a piece of paper. It was a betrothal agreement, arranging the marriage between you and her hot-tempered son, Bakugo.

Your father reached for the pen, the gravity of the situation pressing down on him. "This will secure our safety and ensure a powerful ally," he murmured, almost convincing himself as much as anyone else.

"But our daughter…" your mother started, her voice filled with concern and disbelief. She looked at Mitsuki, then back at your father, torn between the political necessity and the love for her child.

"We don't have a choice," your father replied firmly, signing the paper. "This alliance is crucial for our kingdom's survival. The Empyrean empire is strong.”

Mitsuki's smile widened as she took the signed document. "Excellent. You won't regret this. Bakugo will make a fine husband, many heirs will come from this, she is a virgin right?” The blonde asks “we can get her checked for it, *name* was very sheltered growing up so we can assure you she’s a virgin.” Your father explains, leaning back in his own chair. His gaze turns to your mother, who seems distraught about marrying off her child to the barbarian prince. Someone famous for being a violent person.

at 17 years old bakugo had brought back the head of a powerful tribe leader and put it on a stick for everyone to see, at 18 years old he had gathered a small army of men and defeated the midoriya kingdom and had a bloody cloak from the one of the dead soilders to prove it. Then at 20 years old bakugo had forced izuku, the Feywood king to surrender his crown. Which put feywood in the empyrean empire. No one knows where izuku midoriya currently is, all the people know is that he was last scene getting dragged by his green locks by bakugo and was never seen again.

Later on

“YOU ARRANGED ME TO WHO!?” You screamed, staring at your parents in complete horror. How could they do this to you? You make one wrong move and your own husband would order your death! “Look it’s not so bad..” “NOT SO BAD? HES KILLED HUNDREDS! THOUSANDS EVEN” “He won’t kill you though!” Your father exclaimed, An attempt to calm you. “Look, bakugo may seem like a man killing war machine of a prince but his parents assured us that he’s very gentle with women.” You scoffed, leaning your weight to one hip “bullshit. He’s gonna kill me.”

Over the next few weeks, you tried everything to call off the arrangement. You attempted to run away before the virginity check, feigned illness, and concocted elaborate excuses. Nothing seemed to work. Your parents were resolute, insisting that you marry Katsuki Bakugo for the strength of their own kingdom.

Lying in bed, you tossed and turned, unable to escape the looming dread of marrying the great, scary barbarian prince, soon to be barbarian king. What if he rips your head off just because you refuse to give him a kiss? The thought made your heart race with fear.

Suddenly, a knock on the door snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. A maid entered, her eyes downcast. "Your Highness? Tomorrow we will wake you early to help you begin packing for the travel to the Empyrean Kingdom," she said softly, her voice trembling as she tried to avoid any kind of trouble.

You groaned and turned your head toward her. "When am I being sent to them?" you asked

"U-uh, most likely the day after tomorrow," the maid stammered, clearly uneasy with your distress.

You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of your impending fate settle even heavier on your shoulders. "I see… thank you," you muttered.

You looked back at the red headed maid “How far is the journey?” You asked her softly, she fidgeted with her fingers “a-about two days, they live f-far from our kingdom your highness” she stammered. You smiled to the red head and dismissed her.

As she left you stared at the ceiling, your mind racing. The thought of being married off to someone you had never met, someone with a terrifying reputation, filled you with a sense of dread and hopelessness. Your parents decision felt like a betrayal, a sacrifice of your happiness for the supposed greater good of the kingdom

You stood in the corner of your large room, watching as numerous servants took gowns, corsets, shoes, and other clothing items, placing them into bags. "U-uh, don’t barbarians wear less formal clothes? Shouldn’t I bring less?" you asked the maids. All of them turned to look at you, a hint of surprise on their faces.

"Her Highness makes a point," the same red-headed maid from the night before whispered to an older maid. The older maid, seemingly more experienced, turned toward you with a thoughtful expression.

"You're right, Your Royal Highness. They would probably end up burning these clothes or turning them into barbarian-styled garments," she conceded.

You sighed, your shoulders dropping in resignation. "What do barbarian women wear?" you asked the older maid, hoping for some clarity.

"Hm… flowy skirts, I’ve seen a few wear headdresses," she replied, as some of the gowns were hung back up in the closet. The maids began to sift through your belongings, selecting items that might be more appropriate for your new life.

As you watched the process, you couldn’t help but glance out the window. Your mother and father were walking in the garden, deep in conversation. They seemed so in love, so perfectly matched, yet they were throwing you into a marriage that promised nothing but misery. The contrast between their happiness and your dread was almost unbearable.

"Your Highness, we’ll pack lighter, more practical clothing for your journey," the older maid reassured.

"Thank you," you murmured, though your heart wasn't in it. The thought of being dressed in unfamiliar clothes, adapting to an unknown culture, and being wed to a man you feared only added to your anxiety.

As the servants continued their work, you wandered over to your bed, sinking down onto the edge. The weight of your impending departure pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe. You had grown up surrounded by luxury and love, and now you were being sent away, to marry probably the most violent man you’ve ever heard of

Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about the future that awaited you. Would you ever find happiness in the Empyrean Kingdom? Would Katsuki Bakugo, the fierce and terrifying prince, ever come to care for you, or would you be nothing more than a means to an end?

"Your Highness, is there anything else you would like us to pack?" one of the younger maids asked, her voice gentle.

You shook your head, wiping away a stray tear. "No, just… make sure to leave out a few comfortable things for me to wear until we leave."

"Of course, Your Highness," she replied, her expression sympathetic.

As the maids continued their preparations, you lay back on your bed, staring up at the white ceiling. You tried to find comfort in the familiar surroundings, knowing that soon you would be leaving them behind.

"So, what's the barbarian kingdom like?" you asked, looking over to the maids. The older maid once again turned her head to look at you.

"Most of the people live in either big wooden houses with all sorts of weapons around or in these hut-like tent things. Either way, they have all these symbols painted on them," she described, clearly having been to the Empyrean Kingdom before.

"And what about the Bakugos? Where do they live? You asked

"They live in a stone castle with intricate paintings on it, and there's a lot of security. The last time I was there, they had spikes on the bridge leading to the castle, with people's heads mounted on them," the old maid replied,

"How long ago were you there?" you asked, feeling a chill run down your spine at the gruesome detail.

"When the young prince was about fifteen, so around five years ago," she said, placing one last corset into a bag.

You glanced at the six bags of items packed for your journey, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. It was a smaller amount than you had anticipated, yet it seemed to signify the end of one life and the beginning of another.

"Did you meet the prince?" you asked, trying to glean any information that might help you understand the man you were to marry.

"Briefly," she replied, her expression softening. "He was intense, even as a teenager. Always training, always pushing himself. But there was a sadness in his eyes, a loneliness."

You sighed, trying to reconcile the image of the fierce, terrifying prince with the glimpses of vulnerability the maid described. "And the people there? How are they?"

"Fierce, proud, and loyal," the older maid said. "They value strength above all else, but they also have a deep sense of honor and community. If you earn their respect, they'll defend you with their lives."

The more you learned, the more daunting your future seemed. Yet, there was a strange comfort in knowing that the barbarian kingdom, despite its harsh exterior, had its own codes and values.

As the maids continued their work, you tried to imagine what life in the Empyrean Kingdom would be like

"Is there anything else I should know?" you asked, your voice softer, almost hesitant.

The older maid paused, considering your question. "Just remember, Your Highness, that if you respect them and they’ll respect you."

Her words resonated with you, giving you a small but vital sense of empowerment. You nodded “alright, seems easy enough..”

The day that you needed to travel to the empyrean kingdom came, your parents watched you walk from

The ride to the Empyrean Kingdom was grueling. As the carriage rattled over uneven roads, you gazed out the window, the lush greenery of your homeland gradually giving way to the rugged, bushy landscape of the barbarian territory. The closer you got, the more your anxiety grew, each kilometre bringing you closer to the empyrean land

When you finally arrived at the castle, you were struck by its threatening look. The stone walls were decorated with weird red painted symbols, and the spiked bridge, as described by the maid, loomed menacingly ahead. Your heart pounded as you stepped out of the carriage, taking in the harsh surroundings.

A group of stern-faced and very attractive guards escorted you inside. The castle's interior was as intimidating as its exterior—dimly lit, with weapons and trophies of past battles displayed prominently on the walls. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you were led through the cold halls

Finally, you were brought to a large chamber where a tall, muscular figure stood with his back to you. His spiky blonde hair was unmistakable. As he slowly turned to face you, his piercing red eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made you want to look away.

he was tall and about 6ft with messy blonde hair, scars all over his body and face, and peircing

"So, you're the princess they sent," Katsuki said, his voice dripping with disdain. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his expression one of barely concealed annoyance.

You straightened your back, meeting his gaze with as much confidence as you could muster. "I am," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Bakugo scoffed, looking you up and down as if to check if you were just a weak small baby or strong enough to be a wife and a queen “Great. Another weakling to babysit," he muttered under his breath.

Anger formed within you at his dismissive attitude. "I am not a weakling," you snapped. "And I am certainly not here to be babysat."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "We'll see about that," he said, turning away from you. "Follow me. There's no point in wasting time."

You clenched your fists, biting back a come back to insult him with as you followed him through the castle. Every step echoed in the vast, cold corridors.

Bakugo led you to a large hall where a group of people—presumably his advisors and some of the castle staff—were gathered. He introduced you curtly, barely sparing you a glance as he did so. The looks you received ranged from curiosity to outright hostility, they clearly didn’t want you here. Just like the old maid back had home had warned, these people hated the weak.

After the introductions, Bakugo dismissed everyone, including you. "You'll be shown to your chambers. Don't get in my way," he said, the blonde clearly trying to end the conversation between you two before he could get sucked into some conversation he didn’t waht

You followed a servant to your chambers, a mix of anger and sadness within you. The room was surprisingly comfortable, a stark contrast to the rest of the castle, but it did little to lift your spirits. You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of your new reality settle over you.

Over the next few days, you tried to find your place in the castle. The people were distant and wary, their lack of trust clear in their every interaction with you. And Bakugo… he was even worse than most . He ignored you most of the time, and when he did speak to you, it was with a cold, dismissive tone that made your blood boil. He always had a tone of sass, trying to get under your skin constantly.

as the days grew closer and closer to your wedding date he seemed to just get more and more annoying, constantly having some tone of sass. Never wanting to talk to you and constantly flirting with your maids

oh you are so done with his bullshit

[i-cant-sing]

Spill more abt barbarian bkg mother🙏

Hmm, barbarian bakugo has a mini zoo that travels everywhere his tribe goes, because as much as he doesnt want to- he has a habit of unintentionally pissing u off, so its always good to have some animals to gift you as pets and try to cool your anger? I mean, imagine Barbarian Bakugo just climbing up your window with a baby sheep strapped to his back, using it as a shield when you yell at him for pushing your knight Izuku down the stairs (because katsuki said "back off from the princess. I can protect her")

Barbarian Bakugo loves to feed you with his own hands, especially when he's hunted the meat/cooked it on the camp fire. Like I can just see him pulling reader into his lap and giving you the first big bite with his hands, and then he eats whatever is left of the morsel himself before giving you the next bite. You dont understand his affection at first, chalking it upto his barbarian traditions youre unaware of. Your teeth sometimes graze his fingers when he feeds you, and Katsuki makes sure to lick that area particularly when he feeds himself the morsel. Oh also, youre not leaving until he thinks youre full. You could be feeling nauseous, ready to just about burst, but Katsuki thinks you can eat a little more. Besides, in his head, hes just training you to consume an average healthy barbarian diet.

Child bakugo and child reader were absolutely adorable- i mean, the number of times the servants have walked in on the two playing "wedding" where bakugo keeps on proposing to you with different exotic animals but you keep saying no because Emperor Kai has already gifted you all those exotic pets, and Katsuki is just on this mission to find you the most unique creature because then you'll just have to say yes to him. So... he steals a dragon egg.

Also- Bakugo and Empress Momo have been at each other's throats since they were kids- always fighting for your attention at royal playdates. Meanwhile, youre trapped under your lazy fat tiger- Rice Puff, who refuses to let you venture out of the castle to "invite a bear for tea party".

Knowing how much you despise concubine Keigo, Katsuki does take any oppurtunity he can to subtly disrespect him/frame him/get him in trouble in front of King Dabi (a difficult feat) and Prince Shotou (a much easier feat since SHotou already hates Keigo).

Bakugo- even tho hes a barbarian, has learned the waltz and other fancy shit royal families do, just for you. He wants you to be proud of him (not that he realised that you already had 2 left feet, but he doesnt mind u stepping on his feet), and knowing how protective Dabi is of you, he doesnt want any short comings from his part.

[puppyaulait]

[voidlesscreator]

Core Fusion AU

The people that live in the Infinite Realms are able to fuse like gems in Steven Universe. Why you may ask? It's because their body is made up of ectoplasm that comes from their core, which is very similar to how a gem's form is made up of light and comes from their gem itself.

Fusions occur when two or more ghosts share a similar strong emotion or obsession, such as protection, love or hate. The fusion is a state where the occupants share thoughts and work together to operate a single body, so a lot of trust needs to be present or a singular goal in both minds.

Core Fusions also merge unique powers together to strengthen or link them together more.

Due to this, core fusions are typically seen as a way to show trust in any form or bond between ghosts, and as a way to strengthen forces and power.

Danny is probably able to fuse with ghosts and humans but was never told that it was possible for him bc he's half-human.

Now, this could work for both Dp x Dc and Dp x BNHA.

Dp x Dc

Danny can fuse with people who have been touched by death or have been dead and came back (like Jason).

The fusion would be a physical form that mixes both or more appearances while their cores (pseudo or not) appear as jewellery they wear as the fusion, which changes depending on the fusion.

Since I'm fixated on the dead on main ship right now, let's say that Jason is the one to core fuse with Danny first, and there can be an in depth backstory on how they meet and leads up to the core fusion, and it helps with the pit rage. Danny takes them to either Frostbite or Clockwork to figure out what is going on and they learn about core fusion and how it works.

-possible plot idea ahead-

In Gotham, Red Hood has been MIA for several months from both being a vigilante and a crime boas, and the rest of the batfam are freaking out about it; especially since a new crime boss has come into play going by "The Monarch" or "JD Fent" (The Monarch plays into Danny being either Ghost King or an adjacent role in the Infinite realms, and the JD Fent is a mix of their names bc I think it's cool :D).

Meanwhile, Jason and Danny have been chilling together using core fusion to keep away from the batfam and have been improving Crime Alley with Danny's inherited chaotic mad scientist gene being used to harness ectoplasm as a renewable energy since Gotham has a large quantity of it (bonus points if the ectoplasm can be re-filtered to be safely used again for power).

The GIW or another ghost could show up in Gotham to hunt down JD and the batfam accidentally get captured since a lot of them have died (I think??).

Cue a garnet-style reunion and a "stronger than you" scene before escaping and telling the rest of the batfam the truth.

Dp x BNHA

Similar to the other one, but quirks count as mini-cores and that's how people gain their powers. Quirkless people don't have cores and therefore don't have powers.

Danny could be able to fuse with the previous OFA users and just pull them out of Izuku or they could just fuse by Danny grabbing onto Izuku when using his quirk in a fight.

And I'm just imagining during one of the fights Danny grabs onto Izuku and a flash of light shoots out and once the light clears, Danny is gone and a person with three sets of arms with an appearance similar to Danny's and the other OFA users mixed into one before battling it out with the LOV.

Please let me know if anything doesn't seem like it works! And this prompt is free to use by anyone if they want to! :]

[ssplague]

Chapter 3

Masterlist

Warnings ⛔️ A/B/O themes, soulmates, mating, sex, manipulation, power and control.

Honorable mentions 💌 @lalachanya  @mrsmelaninhood 

@whatdidshesayyy @faemagic88

@viridianhero  @alishii @rv19 

@maggiecc @crazy-eight17 @nnubee

“All for you, All because of you”

The sight of you standing in the shadows of the hallway, made Bakugou feel as if the breath had been sucked from his lungs. You look from the angry blonde, to the way he holds your green haired savior. A brief flash of anger reflects in your eyes, while your facial features display abject terror. Seeing your display of negative emotions focused solely upon him, had something in the shifter’s chest aching painfully. “Unhand him! Put him down right now!” You demanded shakily, tears begin to well up in your eyes, quick to overflow and dribble down your cheeks. “He was just trying to help by getting me out of the storm! Please don’t Kill him! PLEASE!” You wailed, feeling absolutely helpless.

The original shock that your sudden appearance had brought on was quick to fade. Each of the men regained their composure, each one’s expression was drastically different from the other’s.

Deku being dropped to the floor has you shrinking back against the wall. Done in attempts to make yourself smaller, hopefully small enough to go unnoticed. Only to realize how stupid that thought was, while the one you now knew as a blood thirsty beast approaches. Flames danced within the crimson stare, its intensity was solely focused on you. A chaotic swell of feelings had resulted from the earlier encounter with Shindo. Even after channeling said feelings Into a rage fueled destruction, the continued heart ache had been too great for his mortal self to endure. So Bakugou had let his draconic side bear the brunt of that emotional onslaught, to which the beast didn’t seem to mind. Now however…with you mere inches away, cowering at his feet, the beastly side of him was fighting like mad to remain in control.

We found her! 

Let’s take her, mark her, make her understand there is no escape!

Somehow you had managed to hold his gaze since it landed on you. Despite the fact that your body is shaking like a leaf caught in the wind. For a split second the actual scene infront of him is altered; Rather than being in Deku’s shitty second home the two of you were in the dragon king’s most cherished place, with his fangs piercing your neck as he mounted you from behind. Quick as the vision had come, it just as rapidly dissipated.

Obviously this image was forced to the forefront of his mind on purpose. Pathetic, as if he needed any more incentive to take what was already his.

Her eyes are even more beautiful when she cries…Just look at her, poor thing is wound up as tight as a bow string…

Reminds me of a timid little doe in the forest, ready to run at the first sign of danger…

As Bakugou slowly brings a large hand up towards your face, you flinch instinctively.

“Y/N…I would never harm you…how could your opinion of me have shifted so drastically just from hearing some ridiculous stories?” His voice is soft as he speaks to you, the calloused pad of his thumb drying your tears.

“Are they really just stories? You looked perfectly capable of killing Midoryia right now, maybe you would have even enjoyed doing so…” you gesture toward Izuku as you finally look away from Bakugou. Your heart ached with some strange unspoken need to be close to this man, you couldn’t get him out of your head, “Can we talk somewhere privately?”.

“The bedroom in the very back of the house would be a good spot” your host offers, giving you an encouraging smile, despite rubbing his sore neck.

You turn and walk back down the dark hallway, not looking to see if the Dragon king was following you. Opening the door to a tidy old bedroom containing a bed with a purple patchwork quilt spread out over it, and an old wooden dresser.

Taking a seat on the bed you look down at the floor boards, not even bothering to look up when the bedroom door shuts and the lock clicks. The bed dips slightly as Katsuki comes to sit beside you.

A few minutes of silence pass before you let out the breath you’d kept in,  “Im sure you’re expecting me to return to the capital with you tomorrow…and the only way I will agree to come willingly is if there are no more lies…I…well I need to be able to trust my king “

My king

The touch of a warm, rough, palm incased your cheek. The feeling of it enough to get you to look up at its owner. Instantly returning the sentimental gesture by intertwining your fingers with his other hand. “I know what they must have told you about me, I’m sorry you were frightened enough to flee…Its true I have killed countless men and beasts alike…but it was all for the sake of my people! To keep them safe, to earn even more respect than the almighty king of the south had during his reign…Our lands have expanded, we have gained even more allies than ever before, its all been for the greater good my love…all for us to rule over together, we’ll make our kingdom the most prosperous of all of the lands surrounding us” Bakugou spoke so passionately as desire sparked in his crimson irises, his words made you feel inspired and excited in ways you never had felt before.

“I need you with me y/n, I need you by my side as my queen! No one on this entire planet could ever make me feel the way you do…my goddess, let me worship you like you deserve” He spoke so passionately to you, keeping eye contact to demonstrate his honesty. A gentle push had you laying back on the plush mattress, lashes fluttering over you’re half opened eyes as you moved further up the bed to make room for him as well. Rather than laying next to you, the imposing man loomed over the top of you. “Katsuki?” his name left your lips in a breathy sort of simper, causing a low rumble to sound in his chest. His reply is just as gruff sounding as he rasped “Love hearing you say my name…wanna hear you say it every day for the rest of my life”.

“I don’t understand why im so drawn to you, I should be afraid, I should want to run away and put distance between us…but im just so relieved to have you with me once more…MY king” it seemed as if you had accidentally envoked a possessive, borderline seductive lilit   With the way you had spoke. Surely that explains the sudden surge of confidence expelling any trace of the shaken, timid person you’d been mere minutes ago. Your sudden change didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou as he studied you carefully, another pleased rumble rolling through his chest as your fingers carded themselves through messy blonde locks. Closing his eyes allowed him to feel his way through your aura; A pleased hum  the possessive emphasis placed on your words Vibrates your throat as your spirit attempted to entangle itself with his own.

Not yet.

The sound of your disappointed whine had his crimson irises re-open to lock with your own. The delectable fragrance you emitted seemed to have strengthened and it takes all of the young king’s will power not to let the drool pooling inside his mouth leak out onto the pillows bellow. Your honeyed scent coated his tongue and clung to the passages inside of his nose. No longer laying dormant, your omega spirit had finally exposed itself to him. Now wide awake, it seemed she wasn’t interested in waiting for any sort of proper ceremonial rigamarole to be claimed by her chosen mate.

“Stop that”

“Stop what?” Your innocent sounding voice and wide doe eyes aren’t fooling Bakugou in the slightest. 

Still doesn’t stop from making you look so adorably fuckable though…

Moving from over the top of you, the extremely turned on dragon shifter lays down behind you.

Turning on his side, slinging a heavy arm around your body and pulling you closer to him.

“Katsuki?” You ask, confused at his sudden change of heart.

“Sleep, we have a long day to get through tomorrow” he grumbled, kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder. The statement had an air of finality to it, and you couldn’t help but be disappointed.

So much for “worshipping his goddess”….

The following morning the Dragon king wakes up to the sound of birds chirping. Feeling his arm still resting on your plush body, he lets out a pleased rumble, trying to pull you closer. Only to realize it wasn’t you beneath his arm, it was your pillow.

“Y/n!” His voice cracked as he hurriedly sat up, frantic eyes scanning the room for you.

“Dammit!”

Instantly on his feet, a frightened but rapidly growing furious Bakugou berated himself for his foolishness.

You let your guard down and look what happened! She could be miles away by now!

Wrenching the bedroom door open and hurrying down the hallway, the wide open front door has panic gripping his very soul as he imagines losing you again.

“Oh uhm good morning Kaachan” 

A sheepish Deku greets his childhood friend warily, in his hands are a tray and three empty cups.

Noticing the look on the blonde man’s face, a smile appears on Deku’s, “Y/N is outside with Kirishima, they seem to have taken a liking to one another! I made sure to save you a couple of the pasteries we had for breakfast, I’ll get them for you”. Ducking his head down to awkwardly lean against the door frame, Katsuki watches your interaction with his idiot friend.

A small pile of wild flowers sit between the two of you, your lips are moving while explaining what your fingers are doing as they carefully braid vines and flowers together. The giant red head is watching intently until you finish the flower crown and place it atop his shitty hair. “I LOVE IT! I’ll cherish it forever!” The fool exclaims happily, sharp teeth on full display as he grins at you. The laughter that follows from you two brings a small smile to the King’s face, shaking his head at the idiot that is Ejiro.

“I poured you some tea to go with your breakfast Kaachan” Izuku calls as he comes down the hallway, appearing with Katsuki’s cloak folded over his arm, “it’s in the kitchen, and here is your cape, it’s all dried now”. Taking the offered cape, Katsuki drapes it over his broad shoulders and enters the kitchen. Grabbing his food to stand at the window where he can continue observing you and Kirishima. It doesn’t take him long to eat the two pastries and drain the cup of tea, and rather than leave the dirtied dishes for the nerd, he washes them.

Glancing out the window once more, Katsuki watches Kirishima attempting to make a flower crown with his clumsy hands and clawed fingers. Seeing the polite smile on your face as you helped shitty scales with patience and undoubtedly kind words…well it did something to Bakugou. The very first time he’d remembered ever experiencing such comfortable warmth extending from the depths of his heart, a feeling of peace that extinguished his always present fury, a softness that cushioned his sharp tongue, was the day he met you….

When word had reached Bakugou that one of the elder dragons was wreaking havoc in the eastern mountain range, he’d immediately felt the need to prove himself once again. It wasn’t just an elderly rogue creature, it was one of the ancient dragons that inhabited these lands long before any human stepped foot upon them. The magnificent beasts are few and far between these days. Some had been slain, others chose to befriend and coexist with humans, the most dangerous had been forcibly sealed away. The latter of which was only carried out when the beast was so formidable that the combined efforts of dragon and human together could not kill It. 

Great protest had followed the young royal’s announcement of planning to take on this monster by himself. The naysayers were silenced by the threat of exile or execution should any of them attempt to follow him. The battle between Bakugou and the ancient dragon waged on for three full days, neither of them willing to give up. Once it was all said and done, the Dragon King’s ferocious tenacity won out. With the beast dead at his Royal feet, he shifted back into his human form and set about pulling out teeth, claws, as well as a large gem embedded in the slain beast’s forehead. All of the things the man collected were to serve as more than just trophies in demonstration of his victory. Only when he was finished and the giant satchel was secured around him, did he switch back into his dragon form and take off toward home. It was about halfway through the journey that Katsuki’s vision started to blur, not long after came pain in his limbs. The Adrenaline rush had officially worn off, along with the dopamine high victory had brought about. Seeing what looked like an island below, the black dragon slowly loses altitude, and before it can hit the water, a human body appears in its place. Exhausted as he was, Bakugou kept a tight grip on his satchel as he fought the tide to get to shore, where he immediately collapsed.

Waking up was a surprisingly comfortable experience, whatever the Royal lay upon was soft, the air around him was a comfortable temperature and the smell invading his senses was possibly the best scent in the world. Only the feather light touch of small fingers on his skin made his eyes fly open, a frightening growl comes from deep in his chest. Taking hold of a tiny wrist in his large fist, “What the fuck do you-“ the words died on his lips as he caught sight of you. Pupils expanding due to fear, inside rings of wide e/c eyes stared back at him, before looking down at the wrist he still had clutched inside his hand, “ I didn’t mean to startle you…Im sorry”. The sound of your voice was like music to his ears, a unique tone that was made for him to hear and no one else, he had to of died during his flight home because no shitty mortal could be making him feel this way…”Im y/n by the way…I uh, I came across you passed out on the shore at the beach, and once I got a better look at your injuries...I couldn’t just leave you there” you spoke to him so softly, touched him so gently. The strange sensation wouldn’t go away; This tingling warmth in his chest, the serene calm you brought Bakugou only amplified the longer he spent with you, the closer you got to him.

It made the normally rage fueled monarch relax, it made him want to be a better man and a better leader.

All for you.

All because of you.

The memory made it easier to force himself to turn away from the window and stalk down the short hallway. Pushing open the already slightly ajar door to see the green haired male scribbling down some notes, muttering to himself as he picked up a jar and inspected the contents. Taking a few steps inside Bakugou clears his throat to gain the other man’s attention, “Oh Kaachan! Im sorry I didn’t hear you come in!” Deku exclaims, emerald eyes shifting nervously “Is something…wrong?”. “No…I just need to talk to you…” it comes out rougher than he’d intended but somehow Katsuki is able to get the words out “I wanted to thank…you…for uh…for helping Y/N…and Im s…sorry about last night I…I was worked up and I snapped on you when I shouldn’t have…”. The two men stood and stared at each other for a minute before Izuku breaks the silence “You don’t have to thank me, I was just doing the right thing….And Kirishima filled me in on what happened before you guys ended up here yesterday…It makes sense that you would be on edge after all that….Im sorry I didn’t just tell you she was here right away, I was uh kinda terrified you would think things were different than they appeared to be…”. 

“So…we are good then?” The Dragon king replies, narrowed eyes glaring at Deku.

“Yep we’re good” the green haired man says with a nod, smiling as he turns back towards his notes.

Bakugou turns to leave the room, only to pause in the doorway.

Keeping his back towards Midoryia to hide the grimace on his face as he says “If you want a ride back to the capital you can come with us, hurry up and pack your shit cause we’re leaving ASAP” no sooner are the words out of his mouth that his stomping feet can be heard down the hallway, huffing when he hears the nerd happily accepting his invitation. Its gotta be you and your infectious kindness thats getting to him, and that should be a lot more unsettling than it was to him in this moment. 

You and Kirishima were far too busy laughing at something Bakugou hadnt heard to notice when he emerged from the cabin. A large shadow falls over the grass infront of you as your laughter dies down into snickers. Which then cease immediately as soon as you notice who stands behind you.

“Oh! Good morning your highness!” Ejiro exclaims as he enthusiastically gets to his feet and smiles at the grimacing monarch. The red head extends his hand to help you up, only to have it knocked out of the way and replaced with the king’s. Taking your much smaller hand in his, Katsuki uses a little too much strength to pull you up and ends up with you falling face first against his hard chest. “G-Good morning my…King” you mumble against his skin as you peer up at him from in between his pecs.

“Missed you in bed this morning my goddess” the king replied, wrapping his arms around your body to keep you held to him. He couldn’t help but smirk at your flustered expression, where was the boldness you demonstrated to him the night prior? “Im not a goddess…yet” you corrected with a sigh “About last night, I….I apologize for behaving in such a provocative manner, it was innapropraite of me to proposition you like that….I dunno what came over me”.

“You’ve always repressed that side of yourself, it only makes sense that being in the company of your fated Alpha would get your omega all hot and bothered” Katsuki massages your hips as he takes a deep inhale of your scent “You handled it pretty well, Although, I wouldn’t have minded if you let the lust get to you, woulda been a good time for both of us…”.

“Is it inappropriate to admit that I missed sleeping beside you?” You nervously ask, shifting your weight from one foot to the other “I haven’t slept that good since the night before you left the island..”.

“No…its fine” he replied, taking notice of the way your eyes briefly fall to his lips “I feel the same”.

Your lashes flutter as you bring your gaze back to his, tilting your chin up slightly, craning your neck upwards to move your face closer. It was like the two of you were the only ones in the world for that brief moment your lips pressed gently to his. When you begin to pull back he stops you by giving you his own chaste kiss, resting his forehead against your’s.

“Will it always feel like this?” You whisper, gently grabbing hold of his cape to ground your out of control emotions. “Most likely”  Bakugou pauses to give you that stupid smirk “You’ll get used to it…eventually”. 

“Alright I’m ready to go! Sorry for making you all wait!” Calls Midoryia as he locks the cabin up, hurrying out to the field where Bakugou, Kirishima, and you are standing.

Rolling his eyes the king turns towards his companion, “Shitty Scales”. “Right! Give me just a second” Kirishima runs a few feet away, giving himself enough room to shift without worrying he’d hurt you or Izuku.

“Aren’t you going to fly us back?” You give Katsuki a questioning look, eyeing the blonde man wairly lest he shift and catch you by surprise.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t fall off mid flight and die” Katsuki says with a roll of his eyes.

Just as you open your mouth to retort ,magic electrified the air surrounding you. A red flash and an accompanying roar announce the magnificent crimson dragon that now stands where Kirishima had been moments ago. 

The beast lowered its head before the three of you, and Katsuki wasted no time helping you climb up its snout. Izuku follows the two of you to the middle of the dragon’s back before pulling a paint brush and jar from his rucksack. “What will you do with that?” You ask, watching the green haired man dip the brush into the jar. “Earlier Kirishima told me he wouldn’t mind if I painted some protective ruins on him to make sure we couldn’t slip or get blown off his back during our flight” Midoryia explains as he perfected the enchantment “It’s just some mashed berries that make up the pigment, something easy to clean off once he shifts back”. Once the brush and jar are placed into his bag, Izuku shuts his eyes and mumbles something unintelligible.

The runes glow bright green before fading to black, your eyes are wide with excitement and you can’t help but to be impressed by that.

“Incredible Izuku! Maybe one day you could teach me magic like that?!” You ask, tracing the symbols that line Kirishima’s scaled back. 

Deku didn’t even have to look at the king to know his red eyes were giving him a death glare.

“Oh it’s not that impressive, Kaachan’s magic is much stronger and flashier than anything I could do” the smaller man stutters as he waves his hands back and forth in surrender. Before you can praise Deku’s abilities any further, hands grip your hips, you don’t fight them pulling you backwards into Katsuki’s lap. You lean back against his chest as the King wraps his cape around both of you, probably to keep you warm during the flight. “Alright shitty scales let’s go!” Bakugou hollers, the dragon immediately spreads its wings and launches itself skyward. It’s terrifying at first, but once he’s gained enough altitude Kirishima glides along smoothly. Unable to contain the excitement anymore you begin to giggle, Midoryia sighs with relief and cracks a smile as well. “This is amazing!” You shout over the loud wind surrounding you, glancing over your shoulder to smile at Katsuki. The dragon side of  him is proud to see you smiling instead of crying and fearful. “I bet you are much more fun to ride my King, I can’t wait until you take me!” Your compliment is completely innocent, still he can’t help but agree as he definitely anticipated both those things himself. Both In an innocent and not so innocent manner.

Izuku sneaks glances at you two throughout the flight, seeing his childhood friend so happy is a pleasant change to the usual moody Kaachan. Its obvious that Katsuki’s affection for you is genuine and deep; In just the short time you two have known each other its obvious that you have began to change him. The crescent moon on your forehead catches the sunlight just right and a thought hits the observer. Quickly pulling a notebook from his bag the green haired man searches through his notes. Finding the page he was looking for, emerald eyes scan back and forth over the neatly written text.

In this realm,

a blessing descends,

a child of fate,

Whose power immense, 

destined to determine 

earth’s fate

Born beneath the moon's shadow,

a tale quite bizarre,

A beast hides within, 

a spirit touched by mar.

Not at the outset, 

but time's relentless flow,

Unveils a name in history's 

annals to grow.

Victories numerous, 

A heart encased in sin,

With a chance encounter, 

love's dance shall begin.

Strings of fate weave 

a love, pure and oh so divine,

The dragon king seeking

 a mate with whom

Soul shall intertwine.

This love is true, 

by impurity shunned,

Great Darkness out shone 

by a Celestial radiance 

Who’s light could

Outshine the sun 

Blessings abound 

Once the moon's grace prevails,

A bright happy future 

Similar to a child’s fairytale 

The prophecy that the oracle spoke twenty two years ago…

These words were something he’d heard since he was a small child. Everyone in the kingdom knew the words to this prophetic message, even going so far as to turn it into a song. For some reason it has always confused Midoryia.

It always seemed like something was missing from it, why does it end so abruptly? Placing the book back into his bag Midoryia chances another glance your way; Bakugou has his head resting on your shoulder, eyes closed and expression relaxed as you speak softly in his ear. Maybe Izuku was getting ahead of himself, maybe there was nothing to be worried about, maybe your love would really be enough to smooth over the dragon shifter’s horrifying and violent tendencies. 

Flying over the capital is an experience in itself;The city was vast, stretching out across the land as far as your eyes could see! All those people below looked like ants as they marched through the clean cobblestone streets.

Kirishima lands in the middle of the castle courtyard, lowering his belly to the ground  and curling his tail around to serve as a make shift slide. You watch Izuku, then Katsuki slide down before you followed suit, laughter flows from you as you slide across the smooth crimson scales, the latter catches you with ease once you reach the end. Midoryia bids you goodbye and before he can turn to leave you reach out to grab ahold of his sleeve, “You’ll come to visit me right? This won’t be the last time I see you, will it?” You ask nervously, hating to have to part with one of the first friends you’d made here. “You aren’t going anywhere yet nerd, I have something I need your help with so come on” snaps the king, dragging you until you fall instep with him. Approaching the castle, you notice it was tall enough for a dragon to inhabit, and more than wide enough. The dark stone making up the outside held a stark contrast to the granite and marble inside, the floors were polished and clean. The windows each had dark crimson curtains pulled to the side, allowing the natural light to illuminate the gorgeous paintings littering the walls. Kirishima jogs up the slope leading to the back entrance, appearing behind you just as the large back doors are opened. Two servants hold each door and bow their heads welcoming the four of you, you try to catch their eye but it was like they were ordered not to look at you. The further Katsuki led you into the castle the more you noticed that this lack of eye contact was a trend amongst the servants. At least when it came to you it was, they didn’t hesitate to return greetings from Izuku or Ejiro, offering kind smiles and waves along with each exchange.

Just as you were about to question the brooding blonde a loud voice resounds through the palace halls:

“Finally you got back! Was about to send out a fuckin’ search party….speaking of parties, the celebration was called off last night because of the weather so you got lucky Brat, but it will be going on tonight! Move aside so I can get a proper look at my daughter to be”. A female version of Katsuki shoved him to the side, identical crimson eyes growing wide as they observe you, taking your hands in her’s she introduces herself “Im Mitsuki, the last queen and mother of the soon to be king”. “Its lovely to meet you, your highness! I am Y/N…” you trail off, wondering if you should add anything else but Mitsuki beats you to the punch “Daughter of the Moon Goddess Selene”.

“Ah uhh yes” you reply nervously, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

The older woman eyes the crescent moon on your forehead, “Absolutely radiant, I am honored that you chose my son, he is definitely undeserving of someone that projects such outward and internal beauty”.

“Your grace please” you blush at being talked up, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Now that we’ve gotten through introductions, I’ll be turning you over to these lovely ladies to help get you ready for the evenings festivities” your soon to be mother in law gestures to two woman standing off to the side, both looking directly at you wearing warm smiles on their faces “These two are Mina and Momo, no need to worry dear you will be in good hands, now get a move on, I still need to talk to my ignorant son privatley !”.

Katsuki wanted to protest as he watched the two women each grab one of your hands and lead you down the hall.

“She is the real deal, I could sense the ethereal magic as soon as she stepped foot in the castle” Mitsuki notes, before continuing “Katsuki you need to cherish her, that isn’t just any normal earth dwelling woman…if you hurt her or inflict any sort of suffering-“. “Enough old hag! I had to deal with enough bullshit the last two days, and now I have to deal with this stupid celebration tonight-“ Katsuki is cut off by his mother talking over him. “You were the one that insisted the party should take place before the actual wedding ceremony, since you wanted to be able to whisk your mate away as soon as vows are exchanged” Mitsuki rolls her eyes “You’re lucky that I personally saw to a majority of the details to both ceremony and celebration, you should be thanking me profusely”.

“I have something I need to take care of, whatever you need me to do will have to wait until im done, c’mon nerd lets go, Kirishima you stand guard over Y/N, don’t let her go anywhere unattended” the king demands as he heads back towards the door he’d originally entered from, not waiting for the red head to reply. Izuku bowed to Mitsuki before hurrying after the retreating monarch.

As soon as Momo and Mina had you behind closed doors they bombarded you with questions:

“How did you and the king meet?”

“Was it love at first sight?”

“How did he propose?”

“How big was his-“ you quickly put an end to that line of questioning.

“I found him injured as I was walking down the beach of an island in his territory, it took some time for us to warm up to each other….Uh he didn’t exactly give me a choice, it was just a mutual agreement, and as for THAT…I wouldn’t know since we haven’t…y’know” you answered their questions lamely, it was embarrassing. If they thought anything negative the women didn’t share it, they just made idle chit chat as they combed out your hair. Taking a deep breath you shut your eyes, a bead of sweat slid from your temple to down your cheek, falling between the valley of your breasts. Had it always been so stifling hot in here? Pleasant scents of sweet almond, and vanilla reached your nose before suddenly being over powered by a lavender fragrance. Glancing around the room you don’t seem to find anything that would have put off the scents, the room was bright with afternoon sunlight illuminating the white canopy of the large four poster bed in its center. A small oak writing desk sat in one corner, and a clothing rack sat in the corner opposite of it, between the two directly across from the door used to gain entry to the room was another slightly ajar door, most likely a bathroom. Bringing a hand up you begin to fan your face, now beads of sweat lined the entirety of your forehead, you dab them away with your other hand before they slip into your eyes. Thats when you felt the sleeves of your dress being pulled down as the back of it had been unfastened, feeling your chest slightly exposed caused you to squeak in concern.

“Sorry my lady, we’re done brushing your hair out and now its time for your bath” Momo explains apologetically.

“Oh okay…I can undress myself” you begin to head towards the open door only to realize that the two of them were following you, turning back around Mina speaks up “Its our job to get you ready for tonights celebration and your wedding tomorrow, so its our job to scrub you down, remove any unsightly hairs, wash, condition, style your hair, and then moisturize you from head to toe,  I know its not ideal for two strangers to see your naughty bits but we’ll all be the best of friends afterwards!”. “Mina!” Exclaims Momo as she clutched her chest “Im so sorry my lady, please forgive her indiscretions, she means well!”.

The two of them begin to bicker on what is and isn’t appropriate to say to their future queen, your eyes bounce from one to the other as they speak. The pinkette is outgoing and high energy, while the ponytail is more somber and sophisticated. Mina begins making a game out of saying cruder and cruder things until her partner looks like she might just feint from the naughty language. Your laughter echoes around the bathroom as you strip out of your dress and undergarments, soon dying down into giggles as you enter the large bath, submerging your entire body.

“A thousand apologies my lady-“

“None needed, and call me y/n…I don’t consider myself above either of you…I want to make more friends” you admit this albeit nervously. A huge grin lights up Mina’s face, and MoMo ops for a more polite smile.

“You still haven’t mentioned where we are going Kaachan” Izuku nervously pointed out as he followed Bakugou. One of the kingdoms other shifters had given them a ride to the base of a nearby mountain. Now the two of them had been walking for over an hour, ocassionally having to climb up steep rocky ledges. “I told you already, you’ll find out once we get there! We’re over halfway there, woulda been there already if it weren’t for your sorry ass slowing me down” Katsuki sneers back at his companion. He was already 

irritated that Deku of all people accompanied him, and now the worm would know of his greatest kept secret. It couldn’t be helped, the nerd was the only one he trusted enough to assist him with this task.

After climbing one final ledge Bakugou comes to a stop Rubbing vigorously at his temples in attempt to stop the building tension headache. The pain stemming from his draconian sides repeat attempts at taking over his rational mind. Waiting for Midoryia to catch up, the king stood just outside of a cave that led inside of the mountain itself.

“We’re going inside?” Deku panted as he stared at Katsuki incredulously. “Yep C’mon” the king replied, immediately heading inside. Once inside the cave their path was blocked by what appeared to be a wall of volcanic rock. Placing both of his crackling palms atop it, the rock wall seemingly melted away, green eyes grew wide signifying the other man’s amazement.

“This is my horde, tell anyone the location, show up here without permission, or steal something and you’re dead, got it?” The King says with fire in his eyes, drawing himself up to his imposing height to make it easier to look down on Deku.

“I-of course not, I mean yes understood!” The frightened male squeaks, nodding his head nervously.

Turning his back on the cowering man, Katsuki walks further into the cavern. Treasures of all sorts line the pathway, Izuku can’t help but continue to marvel at all of it. A single path branched off the crowded walk way that led further into the cavern. Following it took the two men into what appeared to be a room carved into the rock wal

It wasn’t huge, it was small enough to be considered comfortable. Izuku noticed the various objects and decorations in this area were different than the haphazard treasure piles outside it. These things been placed with care, silk sheets covered the pile of furs and pillows surrounded what was obviously a bed in the center of the room. There was no spot that indicated the bedding had been slept on, and before the green haired man could contemplate this any further, the hulking blonde motioned for him to approach the spot.

“Paint these ruins right here” the king orders, lifting the bedding up and exposing the floor before he hands his subordinate a page that had been torn out of an obviously old book. Taking the ripped page carefully, Deku examines it curiously. Only to realize this was something in an ancient draconian language, raising a brow he begins to ask “What do these-“ only to be cut off by an angry “None of your damn business, just hurry up and come paint them”.

While Izuku set about his task, Katsuki continually left the room and returned with different things.

Arranging the treasures neatly, adding more decor and standing back to look at it satisfactorily.

Only to frown and take it away, going back out into the cave and exchanging the rejected items with something else. Once the runes were transcribed perfectly across the stone floor they glowed red hot, and burst into what had to be flames. This makes poor Deku Yelp loudly, jumping back to avoid getting burned. Quickly he grabs his bag and attempts to smother the flame, “Oi what the fuck are you doing?! Move idiot!” Katsuki exclaims as he runs over. Disregarding the frightened babbling coming from the startled man on the floor. The king takes a breath before closing his eyes in concentration lifting his hand that rapidly began forming into one of a dragon. Using the sharp talons to slice his other palm, blood began pouring out of the wound and dropping onto the burning shapes.

That’s when Izuku realizes that the flames weren’t burning anything despite the intense heat they were emitting. When the drops of blood hit the various letters it would sizzle loudly before extinguishing the flame all together. By the time each letter had been coated and the fire had been put out completely, only a faint outline of ruins appeared etched into the cave floor. The king carefully placed the bedding back in place to cover them up and smirked, very pleased with something apparently.

“Kaachan?” 

“Listen up nerd,  you’re going to help me haul the rest of the necessities I need up here before the wedding, since you are the only person other than shitty hair that knows where my horde is, now c’mon we have shit to do”  with that the king is quick to leave the room, and a very confused Deku inside of it. Something felt off to Midoryia about that enchantment, making sure he had all of his personal items put away before getting to his feet. Emerald eyes notice the old scrap of parchment had drifted a little off to the side during his earlier scare, considering Katsuki hadn’t picked it up or asked for it back, its quickly stashed away in a pocket of his satchel.

“WHAT THE HELL IS TAKING SO DAMN LONG?!”

“S-Sorry! Coming Kaachan!”

Back at the castle Mina and Momo had finished styling your hair and now were dressing you in your formal attire for the celebration taking place in the capital that evening.  The white dress had translucent sleeves that billowed outward when you walked, the slits on either side, and cut outs on the sides of your sternum made you nervous. 

“You look wonderful, everyone is going to think so” compliments the pinkette.

“I absolutley agree with Mina, you look every bit a future queen, the people will definitely be reassured they’re in good hands with you and the king” Momo adds with a polite smile. Thanking the both of them you glance out the window and notice that the moon has already taken its place high in the sky, shining bright as ever.

Without thinking you strode toward the doors of the small balcony in your room, opening them and stepping out into the fresh night air, closing your eyes and letting the gentle breeze caress your skin.

The two women watched you in fascination, it was as if your were taking in the light from the moon as one would from the sun on a warm day.

“Such a warm, gentle light” your whisper is lost on the faint wind, your heart swells in your chest at the fond memories made back then in your true home, the beautiful flowing silver hair and dazzling smile of a women dances behind your eye lids “Mother I miss you…I wonder what you think of all this…I hope you will come to watch me get married….or prevent it if its something that shouldnt happen…”. A ethereal glow surrounds you, making Mina and Momo gasp excitedly, the reassurance you had began to feel seemed to be a good enough answer from the goddess. As you turned to head back inside you paused in the threshold, glancing over your shoulder up at the crystal like light in the sky, the soft breeze blows hard enough to ruffle your dress. The voice that was carried on the winds from the heavens above was for your ears alone.

I will be there

The party was well underway by the time Kirishima escorted you out onto the balcony where two identical blondes sat overseeing the festivities. Katsuki is on his feet before you step through the door, you reach out to him and his expression softens as he takes your hand in his. “You look beautiful y/n” Mitsuki says as she too has gotten to her feet “The people are ready to meet their future queen”. Your stomach fills with butterflies as you take your place beside the dragon king. The older woman gestures towards a blonde precariously dressed man with a thin mustache, he gives a nod before loudly addressing the guests;

“Attention please! The royal family has announcement to make”. His voice has to be magically amplified some how, it’s so loud it makes you want to cover your ears.

“Thank you all for coming to join us in celebrating the unveiling of your soon to be queen” Mitsuki smiles warmly at the crowd below, gesturing for Katsuki to take over.

As soon as the king steps forward the people cheer “Long Live the Dragon King!” “Congratulations your majesty!” “King Bakugou!”.

The smirk he flashes his subjects has many in the crowd swooning, as soon as he begins to speak they all quiet down “I know many of you have long awaited the introduction of a new queen to rule beside me…It took longer than I would like to admit to find her, twas an accident that she came across me grievously injured from my battle with one of the ancient ones” a dramatic pause has the room so silent you could hear a pin drop, Katsuki smiles over his shoulder at you before continuing “It’s by the grace of Selene herself that her one and only daughter would not only find me, but put in the effort to nurse me back to health, I knew as soon as I opened my eyes and beheld the beauty above me that she was the one…my true mate and now your future queen my princess 

y/n”. You allow yourself to be pulled forward and now stood at your fiancé’s side, the crowd below erupts into applause, shouting and chanting.

“Goddess Born!”

“Daughter of Selene”

“Keeper of moonlight”

“Long live the King and Queen!”

You smiled and waved to the people, happy when Katsuki holds you close to him. You glance up to admire your handsome fiancé, without thinking you lean upwards and he meets you halfway in a passionate kiss that has the citizens cheering even louder.

Pulling away the two of you touch foreheads briefly before waving to the crowd once more and moving away from the edge of the balcony.

“Should I have said something?” You wonder aloud, glancing over your shoulder wearing a confused expression. “You did fine darling, if you had addressed them they would have went berserk with excitement, we don’t want the castle getting torn up before the wedding” Mitsuki reassures you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

Handfuls of nobles and commoners alike swarm to shake your hands and introduce themselves when you briefly come down to mingle among them. You spot Izuku’s green curls across the room and are quick to excuse yourself, happy to see a familiar face. He’s talking to a woman whose cheeks are bright pink as she giggles at something, only to immediately pause after catching sight of you.

“Midoryia!” You called out, smiling once you reached him.

“Princess! Hello!” He stands up straight, greeting you warmly “This is my good friend Ochako Uraraka”.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you your highness” the pink cheeked girl says shyly.

“You as well, no need to be so formal! Please call me y/n” you reply happily “I’m relieved to see someone familiar, I’ve met so many new people tonight already!”.

“The whole kingdom is buzzing with excitement, I bet it’s overwhelming!” Ochako exclaims, glancing around the room “Most of us didn’t think Bakugou would ever end up finding his fated partner”.

You chuckled at that, it certainly made sense why they would feel that way. Before you could continue your conversation you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder “Come now y/n, let’s get you back to Katsuki, Ejiro just informed me that he’s getting pissy” Mitsuki says with a roll of her eyes, Kirishima nervously scratches the back of his neck behind her. It takes the couple by surprise when you hug each of them “Hopefully we can have a longer conversation next time, bye Midoryia, nice meeting you Ochako!” You say quickly, flashing them a dazzling smile before taking hold of Mitsuki’s hand, Kirishima following closely behind the two of you as you head back towards the raised platform.

Katsuki was slouched in his chair, two of his knights you hadn’t met yet, along with Mina, all appeared to be teasing him. If the scowl on his face was anything to go by that is. “I brought her back just as I promised you damn cry baby” Mitsuki snapped as she released her hold on you. Gracefully moving past the older woman you were about to take a seat beside the brooding king, only to let out a startled yip as his large hands took hold of your hips and yanked you into his lap. “Yeah what happened to only five minutes? It’s been at least an hour, she’s not your show pony old hag” Bakugou sneers at his mother, making you gasp,

“My king how could you speak to your mother in such an awful manner?!”. This only makes the woman smirk at her son as she looks down her nose at him, “Listen to your wife Katsuki, she’s got a much better head on her shoulders”.

“Yeah yeah” the disgruntled blonde huffs, waving his mother off.

“We haven’t had the chance of meeting yet my lady” the yellow haired male says, immediately moving closer to take your hand.

“Denki Kaminari at your service” he presses a kiss to the back of your hand before bowing low. “Let go of her hand before I take off your head DunceFace” Katsuki snarls.

Kaminari is immediately bumped out of the way for his black haired counterpart to stand before you, “Hanta Serro, pleasure to make your acquaintance my lady”.

Serro bows to you, flashing a toothy grin as he does so.

“Nice to meet you gentlemen” you say with a polite smile.

“Now piss off you all” Bakugou grumbled “Want a minute to speak to my women without any comments from the peanut gallery”.

Both knights give him a mock salute, and wave at you as them and Kirishima leave you two.

Immediately you feel warm hands squeeze at your sides and you lean your forehead against their owner’s. “You okay? I thought you would get overwhelmed meeting so many people” Katsuki asks, admiring your beauty as you close your eyes. “It wasnt that bad, I’m fine now though” you reply, a pleased hum followed it as Katsuki’s hands began to brush across the skin of your hips that was exposed from the slits in your dress. His hands are warm as they trail down your thighs, leaving tingles in their wake as they travel back upwards. He decided to continue this action, caressing your exposed skin, allowing the skin on his palms to slightly increase in temperature. A prideful smugness begins building inside of him after noticing with each pass over your hips you’re leaning further into him.

Soon your head comes to rest between his neck and shoulder, the relaxed sigh you emit has your breath ghosting across the sensitive skin. Without thinking he grabs a bit too harshly at your hips, causing an adorable squeak to come from you. So he does it again, only this time it gets a much different result.

The cute little “humphh” was there, but what followed it was….teeth.

Your teeth grazed the skin of his neck before nipping it. The pain was nothing to the dragon king, but combined with the warmth of your tongue poking at it, that was everything.

 Katsuki abruptly got to his feet, his grip shifted beneath your ass in order for him to swiftly carry you out of the crowded ballroom. The two of you are out the door you’d entered to reach the balcony before you could properly access the situation. Carrying you a little ways down the castle hallway, the king stops at a small alcove. Deeming the small space good enough to press your body against the polished stone wall. “My king?” You ask nervously, his body pressing against your’s even though he was as close to you as possible already.

“Won’t everyone notice we left?” You only get a rumbling growl In response, your body tensing as the king squeezes your hips again, his nose coming down to sniff at your neck.

Still haven’t claimed her yet? Coward, I’ll have to change that.

“M-my king?” 

Feel  that?

Your core grows wet with slick as you begin to lose yourself in these

 new pleasurable sensations caused by your lover’s continued motions. They fueled the aching need between your spread thighs, little whimpers escaping as you begin to rut against his abs.

I think she likes me more than you…think I’ll claim her, since you have been dragging your feet…Let me show you how it’s done.

Crimson eyes begin growing black they eat up the sight of you breathing heavily and growing desperate.

One of his fingers slip into your wet hole, earning a gasp from you. His eyes drinking in your appearance, enjoying the moment.

“O-ohhh Katsuki!” Your mouth hangs open, your nails bite into the skin of his biceps “I…please Katsuki I need more…want you my king”.

Bakugou finally regained control over his body, not that you know he had ever lost it. The sight of you growing so needy from his touch was overwhelmingly gorgeous.

His lips crash into your own as he begins sisscoring you open.

“Mmm princess…tell me what you want…just tell me and I’ll give it to you y/n…you look so beautiful like this” Katsuki moans as one of your hands tangles in his hair, forcing his head forward to continue the kiss.

“I want…hahhh…want you” you whine into his mouth before curling your tongue with his “I want you to ravage me King Katsuki…show me how a dragon makes love” Surely he couldn’t fuck you right here in this hallway? After all the work he’d put in back at the mountain to make your first (and only) mating perfect….

“Katsukiii”

He couldn’t.

“I want you to.. I want you to fuck me”

He can, and he will.

“Whatever princess wants, princess gets” the king replied, one hand wrapping around your throat and gently beginning to apply pressure.

“Oh? You like this, don’t try to bullshit me when you keep squeezing my fingers” he applied a little more pressure as his other hand moved to free his aching cock. “M’gonna fuck ya right here, right now…don’t care who sees do you? Begging for me like a desperate little whore”.

Your whines are growing higher in pitch as you begin to fuck yourself on his fingers. “Gods princess you look so good like this, I got what you need right here baby”  he mumbles, guiding the head of his dick towards your slit. Gathering some of the wetness leaking from you, both of you were holding your breath and watching the spot where you would be conjoined. Just as you felt the tip of him against your fluttering entrance, did you both notice the sound of footsteps approaching. Katsuki releases his hold on you, making sure you could stand alright before stuffing his dick back in his pants. You leaned down to grab your ruined panties off the floor, sticking them deep into his pants pocket. Smoothing down your dress, you moved forward and grabbed his hand pulling him along. You both appeared calm when you met Kirishima as he rounded the corner.

“There you guys are! Sorry to bother but Jeanist and Aizawa wish to meet with you before the night’s end My king” the red haired man says, his large smile is a bit sheepish as he looks anywhere but at you.

“Take her back to her room, I’ll tell pinky to join you” Katsuki orders his knight, who nodded before moving a slight distance down the hallway.

“I know you must be worn out princess, it’s been a long day…” the king began, dropping your hand to touch your cheek “Get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow”. As he leans down to kiss you he is abruptly thwarted by your hands pushing against his chest, “Tomorrow?!” You practically squawk at him “What am I to sleep alone?!”.

Blaming your heightened emotions on your guy’s previous actions, tears well up in your eyes,

“What was all that for if you just planned to abandon me afterwards?”. Later that night as you lay awake staring off into space, your reaction would embarrass you. 

That would be then, this here was now.

“We shared the same space throughout our time together on the island, slept side by side! Now that you’ve uprooted me and brought me here to this foreign land, where I have no family or allies, you leave me alone and refuse to share a bed?! This is where you draw the line?” You kept your volume at a harsh whisper to avoid attracting any unwanted eavesdroppers.

You pulled away as Katsuki reached out towards you, “Go and handle your business, I refuse to stoop so low as to disrupt the order of your kingdom, Goodnight King Bakugou”. “Y/n wait! You can’t just say all that and walk away, we aren’t done with this conversation! Get back-“ the king went silent as he heard a door open further up the hallway, his arm dropping back to his side. Turning to leave, the last thing he sees is Kirishima following after you.

Should have just let me handle it.

“Shut the fuck up!” Katsuki snarls, stopping just outside the door he’d carried you out of previously “Don’t think you ever are going to pull that same bullshit again, that’s my woman!”.

You forget, I am you….

Before he can respond the Door opens and his mother stares back at him “Where’s y/n?”.

“I sent her to bed, she was tired” 

The clipped tone of her son’s voice was nothing the older woman wasn’t used to. Something wasnt right, as she moved to let her son pass by her eyes scrutinized him.

“Oi what’d you two old bastards want? My intended is upset with me now thanks to you assholes” the King snarls, approaching the two men that stood waiting.

“Hello to you too your majesty” Jeanist replies, pushing his dark blonde bangs further to the side.

Aizawa only rolls his eyes, “Let’s move somewhere quieter, too much going on down there”.

“Y/n seems nice, how’d you two meet? I figured Bakugou would have kept her hidden until tonight” Ochako asks, excitedly taking a large bite of cake. “Hmm? Oh well long story short I gave her shelter when she had been caught out in a storm” Midoryia replied, absentmindedly glancing around the ball room. “What was she doing out in a storm?” The witch asks around her fork, savoring the first bite. “Oh uh well” Izuku chuckled nervously “It was just due to a misunderstanding, no big deal or anything”. “Bakugou upset her and she took off, got lost, only to be found and saved by you…right?” Ochacko asked, fixing him with a narrowed eye stare. “Right” the green haired man sighs.

“I just dont get it Mina….how could he just dismiss me like that after…well you know! I just dont understand what I did wrong” you lament to the pinkette brushing your hair out. “You didnt do anything, im sure that he was seconds away from whisking you off to his chambers, if the two of you hadnt been interrupted” replies Mina, briefly glaring at the bedroom door Kirishima was currently posted outside of. “Typically our people dont wait for marriage to mate, mating often times proceeds a formal marriage, but you are someone special, and I believe thats why the king is waiting until after the wedding to break your back” she explains, wrapping the silk scarf around your tresses.

“W-What?! Break my back??” You stammer fearfully.

“Its a figure of speech, basically he’s going to do it so good you wont be able to leave the bed afterwards, rumor has it the king is rough, and likes to get a bit freaky too, so good luck with that” Mina teases as she knots the scarf, tapping your shoulder with the brush as she chuckles.

“Mina! I might be offended if I knew what any of that even meant” you whine, shaking your head back and forth.

A/N: I hope the length of this made up for the last one! I tried to find out if there was a form of A/B/O for dragons so I could use those terms, but I guess they go by the same things? I dunno 🤷🏼‍♀️ Thanks for all the love and support you guys show me, it makes me happier than you know ❤️‍🔥

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More Royal!Au but based on the #kacchakoweek2023 prompt “Firsts”

Scene inspired by “shall we dance” from the King and I

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[Late post] Day 6

"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." – Edmund Burke

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2

Warnings: aside from some language, none

Note: I’m not gonna lie I had some trouble with this chapter going in so many directions 😭but plz I hope you all like!

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The next morning you woke up bright and early to get ahead of the day. Today you were touring the kingdom to educate yourself more. Especially since you’d be living here soon…

You got up early, dressed yourself and made your way into their garden. You had asked one of the castle staff to lead you there so you could have some time to read before joining with your father and the Bakugous.

You sat on a bench under the shade of a tree and you read along the pages. Thinking of us slowly approaching autumn so the tree starts to change into beautiful colors. Leaves of orange, brown, red and yellow fluttered around you as a breeze shook the branches. You have to admit, It was pretty beautiful. From the rumors you had heard, you were expecting this kingdom to book barren and unwelcoming , but really it was quite beautiful here.

“Good morning your highness,” a voice rung looking up you see it was one of the guards you had seen. His bright red hair making it easy to remember “how did you spend the night?” He asked after a bow to you

“Oh, I slept great thank you for asking, and you are…” you asked

“ Eijiro Kirishima, captain of the guard. And as long as you’re here my lady, your personal guard.” He said giving another slight bow

“It’s nice to meet you Kirishima, but you really don’t have to bow that much to me really” you try and insist to ease up on the formalities

“Whatever makes you feel the best, my lady” he offered a sharp toothed smile “oh I was also sent to fetch you for the tour of the castle and kingdom.” He said motioning you towards the stables

“Well that sounds a lot better than sitting around all day. Will my father be joining us?” You asked

“Oh uh, well, your father will be staying behind with the king and queen discussing matters for the wedding. I will be going with you, and so will the prince.” He said carefully knowing it was a bit of a touchy subject. He heard you take a deep breath and sigh

“Very well, just hope it all goes well” you thought out loud

“Don’t worry about him, I know he comes off as cold and mean. But deep down, he cares more than he shows I’m sure it will go fine“ he tried to reassure you.

You just gave a small nod trying to brush off the subject. You follow the night towards the stables. Where are you see the prince standing with two horses. One was a tall black stallion, almost as intimidating as he was. In his other hand, he held the reins to a horse and dusted with brown spots.

“G’morning Bakugou, you ready?” Kirishima asked

“ yeah, you both took forever. Just hop on so we can get the tour over with.“ He said holding out the reins for you were horse. You had no idea why you were expecting for him to help you onto the horse, but he simply sigh and hop on the horse, as if it was no issue whatsoever. Both young men looking at you quite surprised as to how you got yourself on so quickly on your own.

“ Well, you sure have the hang of it my lady” Kirishima commented while getting his horse

“Yeah, me and my mother used to ride horses a lot when I was younger. So getting on a horse is the least of my worries. So where to first?" you ask looking to the blonde

"We're going to the town first and from there the forest." he said urging his horse to run and start walking. You follow with Kirishima following in the back. you had gone down a trail that lead to the gates of the castle. Large wooden and metal doors groan open and reveal the busy village of his kingdom. Many who walked around were all different shapes and sizes, yet seemed as if they could survive multiple battles at a time. Well, you figured they'd have to be considering they were further up north.

"This is our first stop," he said bringing his horse to stop and hopping off

"a blacksmith? You asked looking into the open shop" you asked while getting ready to get off your horse. Kirishima helping you come off.

"He actually gathers the rocks that give us the materials to create weapons, tools, armor and anything else the village needs" he said walking inside. find behind him he look around as the sound of metal against Mexico playing together, very warm in the air no doubt from the fire to use to forage weapons and tools.

“ if it isn’t my most frequent customer, how have you been my boy?” The elder man assess he sees his foraging to speak with Bakugo.

“ Pretty shit honestly getting married in like three days“ he said as if it was a death sentence made you roll your eyes

“ Then I assume it’s to this young princess over here. Can’t be all that bad seems to be a wonderful girl. It is very beautiful consider yourself lucky” he chuckled looking over to you “ it’s a pleasure to meet you your highness I was told about your arrival and your childhood to our prince. Congratulations” he seem to be a very humble and kind man so you gave him a smile.

“Thank you it’s a pleasure to meet you” you then ask him “ tell me if you think the resources are enough for your kingdom in the pending battle? Or that you have enough resources to do so?" they look at you stunned about your in depth question

"Well, hm, since we are in the north near the mountains we have a lot of resources to get materials from. From where the metal comes from, to wood, to meat and fur. I'd say we are pretty well situated here princess" he answers and you give him a nod

"Alright ya old geezer, we'll let you get back to your work" Katsuki said as he turned on his heel to exit the small establishment. You bid your good bye. You go back to your horse and get ready to mount it when you hear Kirishima clear his throat. Just then Katsuki lets out a gruff sigh and goes over to you. He comes in close, much closer than he's been before. Suddenly, his hands are on your waist causing your to squeak out of surprise. He then lifts you on to your horse and marches back to his own ride.

You cheeks were flustered more from the surprise than anything else. Looking to Kirishima you had a hunch he had asked him to do something and to not just ignore you. You had a few more stops before having to go back to the castle. You had stopped by a few farms to see the agricultural. You even saw some schools, and met some villagers. For someone who was so cold towards youit seemed likehis kingdom respected and appreciated him as their prince.

After a slightly long trip throughout the kingdom in the back in the castle, one of the advisers were showing you around the palace. Basics of where the kitchen is, meeting rooms, dinner room and all that.

“Now this shall be your room, your majesties. On the day of the wedding this will officially be your room.” The advisor said opening the double doors. If was a very elegant room, with a luxurious bed, large enough to fit a small family. Gave a quick side glance to the ash blonde next to you. He could honestly care less to be there or not.

“ no your wedding is 2 1/2 days away. The sunsets so you both need to be fitted for what you will be wearing. Please follow me” buck ago, rolled his eyes and followed the advisor for the slouch, almost like a gremlin. This was any other prince you would be surprised as to how he was walking, but since this was a bakugou, you weren’t that surprised.

You follow the advisor and he directs you into a room that was across from the one back ago was put in. In the room, there was a Taylor three means and assistant to the tailor. It seems that they were already working on the dress they just need you to fit it and then make adjustments.

You step into the white fabric (minus the cape)and brace yourself as the time, the corset, and squeeze your lungs of all it’s air. You had to admit, the dress is very beautiful however, it wasn’t exactly comfortable. However, these are usually the standards and expectations of a royal wedding. As they finish, tying the corset you turn to look at yourself in the mirror, you have never worn something like this, and there was just a small part of you that enjoyed how it looked on your body. However, that spoke with quickly extinguished when you remember exactly what was happening.

“ Your highness this will be your lady in waiting, Uraraka . Whatever you may need, she can guide you, and if you need assistance with anything she will assist you“ one of the older means had motion to the girl standing next to her. She had short brown hair, and very round cheeks just had a very round eyes, which gave her a very kind look to her features.

You give her a soft smile as you look the dress over. You gave an hour to the Taylor, letting him know that the dress had fit just fine. You were then taken out of dress in back into your normal clothes by now the sun setting and it was nearly time for dinner. Uraraka follows beside you and you make small talk with her.

“ tell me if you print a tyrant like the room is really say he is?” You ask out of curiosity, and she actually shakes her head

“ despite with many believe the prince actually works very hard to make sure that the kingdom stays afloat. I for one believe he may do it to keep his feelings from being hurt, but sometimes he can be a bit harsh.” She explained.

“ OK well, how about affairs? I have heard he’s had more than enough women in his Chambers.” You ask raising a brown. The question making the poor girl go completely tomato red a new chuckle “Uraraka as your future queen I am to me and tell me how many think I’ve been in there”

“ well, your highness, I don’t want to disappoint or change your point of you and her prince,“ she said, hesitant, trying to preserve your image of their beloved, bakugou

“Uraraka, I can assure you my perception of him may not change. It honestly make it worse. If you asked me I wouldn’t have wanted to marry him he’s been so cold and distant to me. I didn’t even want to marry in the first place I want to room my kingdom on my own.” You are missing her in stage of vulnerability.

“ well, your highness… if you really want to know at most, I know it was about five. The rumors are a bit exaggerated, but I know he has not gotten more than that. So it is true our prince is quite experienced in the bedroom” she admits not knowing if it was right for her to say such information

“Hm, well I honestly expected that. So dinner right?” You asked changing the subject” she gave you a nod and opened the dinning hall door for you. This time it was different

It was just Bakugou with another seat, assuming it was for you. The table was much smaller. Bakugou slouched in his seat, almost like a child who was put in timeout. Uraraka pulled you chair out for you to sit. Once you take your seat she pushed you in.

The dinner that was set out looked very hefty and beautiful. You were sure you’d gain 10 lbs in this week alone.

“…thank you for the tour of the kingdom” you add in as you start to cut your meat. You didn’t like him, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have manners.

“Yeah, whatever” he said as he stabbed his large piece of meat and took a bite

You sigh heavily “look, I like this as much as you do, but it doesn’t mean you have to be an ass to me. It’s not like this was my idea” you finally address the rather large elephant in the room

“Listen princess, don’t expect me to kiss your ass just because we’re going to marry. I could really care less where this goes. As far as I’m concerned I won’t ever love you. Do whatever you fucking please, just stay outta my way” he answers back while chugging down his wine

“And it’s that attitude that will be your downfall. No wonder there are so many rumors. It’s a wonder your kingdom hasn’t crumbled with you being that way” Bakugou usually didn’t take critics very well, and now a princess he didn’t even know was doing it??

Slamming his hands down on the oak table, he rises from his seat and marches your way. It may have pissed him off more that you showed no fear of him coming towards you like a wild animal. He came up to you and swung your chair outward. You still did not move a muscle frustrated him to know and he couldn’t intimidate you.

Crossing your arms you stare up into his eyes, returning the same intensity. One of his hands still grasped the head of the chair

“I dont think you know who you’re fucking with ” he growled

“On the contrary, I don’t think you know who you are fucking with” you say back standing from your seat. Tilting your head up just a bit but remaining strong until a slender arm came between you both

“Katsuki Bakugou! Go and wait in the hallway! How dare you raise your voice at our guests, and your bride nonetheless!” His mother scolded him. Her eyes full of rage. He scoffs and walks out of the room without a second glance. She turns to you quickly and bows her head

“Princess Y/N please forgive my hotheaded son! The adjustment has been difficult on him but it is no excuse. I am so sorry”

“No no, your majesty it’s alright I assure you. However, I must say that rather than cower away I was taught to stand my ground so I hope you did not take that as a sign of disrespect” you add in and she shook her head

“Believe me, I’m glad you did. Sometimes I’m not sure where or who he gets it from. I know he Can be cruel and distant…but there are times when he’s compassionate and heroic. Just bare with him if you can….” You asks sounding as if her hope had ran out.

“I’ll try to” you offer her a semi fake smile. For the next hour and a half you joined the queen for some tea and other desserts. Another way of her apologizing to you. When the day was over and done with you, bid each other goodbye and go to your individual rooms. Changing out of your dress and into something comfortable for the night was honestly very relieving.

You slumped onto your bed and let out a long exaggerated sigh. Today somehow felt like a week crunched up into hours. If this was just one day, you couldn’t imagine what your entire life would be. There had to be some kind of way you could get out of this.  and even if you wanted to marry, you wanted to marry out of love and not out of an arrangement. And you don’t exactly see yourself falling in love with this prince.

Gazing out of the window and into the night sky, you look into the stars as is asking for help

“Mother…. I don’t know what to do without you here. I feel so helpless….” You sniff, feeling emptiness of missing your mother “…. Please come back…”

And little did you know outside there was a certain blonde who had heard your pleas. After hearing you talk to yourself, he lowered his fist from the door and quietly walked away. He originally had gone to go and apologize to you for his mothers request. But you probably didn’t want to hear from him so he just left things as they were.

“ do you know you didn’t have to be that harsh to her“ a voice came from behind him turning around he saw a familiar face of the red haired knight

“ None your business right here she’s getting on my nerves” he said nonchalant, and began heading to his own room

“ do you know this is just as hard on her as it is on you she’s going through the same changes you are.” He vouched for you, even though he had only met you in a half ago he creates all the type of person that you were. And in some ways he already grew in attachments, so he really did hope that between you both. He watched as the blonde prince says nothing more and walks away down the hall. Even though he was his best friend sometimes he just didn’t know what went on in his head, or how it even worked, and he’s known him since they were children. All he could really do right now is hope that things get better.

He wondered what would really offset you, and if it was actually Bakugo. But for now he let you rest.

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Hello! Congratulations on your 4k milestone! Can I request Needle working together with Bakugou? Alpha reader and Bkg are good friends with each other because they're in the same high class circle. They both hinted to their parents that this is what they wanted. Reader is so used to Bkg being fierce whenever they meet but is surprised that bkg is actually very good with domestic stuff. Maybe things get heated in the end?👀

Hey! Thank you! This was such a cute one, thank you for requesting!

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BAKUGOU + GOOD FRIENDS + EMBROIDERY

You had expected your suggestion of spending the morning embroidering handkerchiefs to be dismissed, but Bakugou had surprised you by agreeing enthusiastically. Well, enthusiastic by Bakugou standards, which meant he said something along the lines of "fine, what are you waiting for then, dumbass?". That was as close as he got to enthusiastic, excluding his, admittedly attractive, bloodlust when he was sword fighting.

But here you were, sitting in an arm chair each in front of the fire, embroidering handkerchiefs and sharing the latest gossip.

"But the plot thickens," you shared, delighted. "Because Tenya Iida, you know, the second, super straight-laced Iida son? He was apparently found by the groundskeeper kissing a stable hand in the gardens during his brother's birthday birthday! How delightfully scandalous!"

Bakugou snorted.

"Maybe the stick in his ass will fall out if he has some fun," Bakugo said, taking a break from his embroidery to sip his tea. "Might do him some good."

There was a natural lull in the conversation as you both focused on the embroidery. Your handkerchief was still unfortunately bare because you'd been more focused on telling stories, but Bakugou's looked colourful and almost complete.

"Can I see your design?" you asked eagerly.

"Give me five minutes to finish it, then you can see it," he said, his tone leaving no room for bargaining. He was always too much of a perfectionist to let you see anything half-finished.

Time ticked by slowly. You decided to abandon your own work in favour of watching Bakugou put the final few stitches in. He always looked so intense when he was focused. You remembered people always asking you how you were friends with someone so volatile and angry, but to you it wasn't just anger, it was passion that Bakugou exuded from every part of himself.

"There," Bakugou said proudly, holding up his work. "I'm done."

Eagerly, you leant forward and took in the design. Rather than the flower or animal designs popular with omegas, Bakugou had embroidered a battlefield, with swords embedded in the dirt and bloodstained grass around the edges. It was a shocking design choice, but the craftsman ship was beautiful.

"That's amazing, Katsuki!" you said, and Bakugou subtly preened under your compliment. "I didn't know you could embroider like that!"

"Yeah, well, both my parents love this shit, my mother especially, so my father used to enforce mandatory embroidery night for family bonding, whatever that means."

"I love it," you said earnestly. "The design is unusual, but that just makes it better. You can only see so any flower designs before it becomes repetitive."

"Ugh, don't even get me started on flower designs," Bakugou grumbled, taking the handkerchief out of the hoop now that it was finished. "My father used to try and convince me to embroider those patterns for a few years before he gave up."

You just stared at him in awe for a moment. He kept surprising you, again and again, and you were honoured to have someone so strong, so proud and so fiery as you fiancé.

"What are you looking at?" he grumbled, raising an eyebrow.

"You're amazing, Katsuki," you replied honestly.

He stiffened, but after a moment he turned his head to the side, mumbling 'whatever' and pointedly ignoring the red on his cheeks.

"This is for you, by the way," he said in a faux casual voice, before throwing his completed handkerchief at you. "You can do what you want with it, I don't care."

You caught the fabric with ease and gently folded it.

"I love it! You're the best!"

"Of course I am," Bakugou replied. "Now let's call for lunch, I'm starving."

[94z-93]

Should my MHA royal!au be with or without quirks??

[zawadni]

PRINCE AIZAWA SHOUTA WAS NEVER KNOWN TO BE SOMEONE THAT FOLLOWED THE RULES. he threw big parties that everyone who attended would remember for the next fortnight. which was quite ironic considering he never liked being around people much more than he had to so he was never really at them.

he snuck out like it was second nature. he went wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. he never listened to anything anyone said and seemingly made it his mission to go out of his way to break the rules.

the nightly guards learned to turn away in the other direction should they ever notice him slinking out of his window and grappling down the (somehow) sturdy pipeline leading down the building.

it was a warm night, sometime after midnight after his parents were in bed, he landed on his feet for the 10th time. or maybe the hundredth, who knew.

all the nights begin to blur together once you do it night after night.

the moon was looming over the garden, giving light to the flowers and grass while he ventured his merry way through the mini hedge maze. (why is it that every castle in every kingdom had a stupid hedge maze?)

he remembers the first time he did this like the back of his hand. it took him 20 minutes to get to the circle in the middle to find you, sitting on the stone bench. you forced him to memorize the maze during the day so you wouldn't be kept waiting again. (he makes everyone else wait on him but he sure wouldn't be keeping you waiting.)

aizawa shouta never listens to anyone. but the very next day with the sun rising high and bright above the castle’s garden, he walked in and around that maze dozens of times until it was ingrained in his mind.

no one around him ever dared to speak it aloud, but he started to change little by little. he grew more social, he grew slightly nicer than average, and he was a lot more patient than before. the family pondered and suspected it might be because he has someone special in his life.

of course the prince vehemently denied all accusations but they were right. he had you. and if only he could be loud and proud about you to everyone that could hear. if only there wasn’t a need to be together in such secrecy. but there was.

you were a knight employed by the king and queen, his parents. and if anyone were to discover your tryst, you would be fired and very possibly exiled from the kingdom never to be seen as such relations were absolutely forbidden.

well, it wouldn’t be for long anyways.

he will turn 21 years in 6 months' time. and when he does, he will be knighted by his father as the king. and he couldn’t wait for the day he could finally reveal you to everyone in the city. they’d whisper and stare and gossip, but he wouldn't care- because it wouldn’t matter. he’d be king and there would be no one to put an end to it.

it was almost like he was looking forward to finally being able to tell everyone more than being a literal king.

but he'd never tell you that.

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[confusedblakex]

Your Anger, My Hate (Pt 1)

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo X Reader (Gender Neutral)

Summary: Reluctantly, you arrive on the mainland to be taken to the Barbarian Kingdom and meet your 'betrothed'. It already seems you'll be getting no peace...

AU: Royal/Fantasy AU - All characters are royalty and have some form of magic ability

Wordcount: ~1920

Warnings: Non-sexual nudity, arranged marriage, cursing

Series taglist: @deepressed @bakugoiidaswaifu @lunamoonbby - if you wish to be added to or removed from the taglist please just ask

Notes: Inspired by this post; All parts of this series have now been planned

Last edited: 12th July 2023

Series Masterlist - Prologue - Part 1 - On hold until further notice

You had left the island of Karessi before, but you had never felt so apprehensive about it. Your mother stood on the beach where the water met the sand. Small waves pushed water over her bare feet, and a calm expression graced her face.

If only you could be so calm. You stepped down from the boat and cursed the formal attire you had to wear. The layers of light fabric felt too tight and almost heavy… Or perhaps that was the weight of expectations. You only ever wore clothes that allowed you free movement, but your mother insisted you wear something formal - more formal than you thought possible.

You stepped onto the beach and took a moment to appreciate the sand. You couldn’t feel it on your feet due to the boots you were wearing, but just the feeling of standing by the sea was enough to quieten your mind.

This wouldn’t be too bad, surely. You only had to endure two months…

Your mother stepped away from the sea, put on her shoes, and began walking towards the grass fields away from the beach. She motioned for you to follow and you did so slowly, still trying to prepare yourself mentally.

A loud roar from above startled you. Out of instinct you tried to take a fighting stance, but your stupid clothes restricted your ability to move quickly. You looked up to find where the noise had come from and saw two winged silhouettes in the sky.

Dragons.

Your mother continued walking, and so you followed despite your questions. By the time you had reached the field, the dragons were landing not too far away. The air rushed around you as their powerful wings lowered them to the ground.

There were two of them, one was a deep red dragon with scales that looked sharp enough to cut through stone, and the other was a midnight black dragon with scales that shone like the most polished silver.

Two people dismounted the dragons, dropping to the ground with two soft thuds. Both had messy blonde hair, and you realised that they were Queen Mitsuki and Prince Katsuki Bakugo. Mitsuki hit her son over the back of the head, and they whispered angrily between themselves.

You saw your mother raise an eyebrow out of the corner of your eye, and when the Barbarian royals turned to face you, it finally sunk in. This was it. You pushed any weakness down within you, solidifying your resolve.

You snuck a glance at the dragons once more, only to see the golden eyes of the black dragon watching you. You quickly focused on the Barbarians again, observing Katsuki. He was attractive, you wouldn’t deny that. There was fire in his eyes and a burning anger hidden poorly behind his relaxed posture. He was scowling, but that was to be expected. You would be too if you didn’t have to keep up appearances.

At the same time, he was watching you. He thought you were dull. The formal clothes, the styled hair, the completely neutral expression. You may have looked like a deity, but that did not in any way mean he wanted to marry you, or even be near you.

You both stood staring at each other for an uncomfortably long time until your mother cleared her throat to get your attention. You snapped back to reality and remembered why you were there. All bowed to each other in sync before anyone spoke.

“Can we just get this over with already-” the Barbarian Prince started, only to be hit over the back of the head by his mother.

“I’m sorry for my son’s attitude,” she said, smiling at us. Your mother told her it was alright and you just rolled your eyes. Neither you nor Katsuki wanted to be doing this. It was an arranged marriage, everything about it should explain why no one there was comfortable.

Katsuki left his mother’s side only a moment later, deciding he would be better waiting with his dragon so he didn’t have to sit through any of this nonsense. You, however, stood at your mother's side and pretended to look interested. The prince you were supposed to marry was the man who invaded your lands, you didn’t want to go anywhere near him.

You dared to glance at the dragons again, trying to occupy your mind with something other than the chatter of your mother and Queen Mitsuki. The black dragon’s golden eyes met yours, but this time you didn’t back down. You were completely bored with the fickle nonsense of royal dealings and entirely distracted by the dragon, whose eyes didn’t leave yours. You felt drawn to her in a way you couldn’t understand and gave in to whatever was calling to you.

You left your mother’s side slowly and approached the dragon with caution, trying to calm your racing heart. You didn’t know how to approach a dragon, you’d never even seen one before today. And yet it was almost as though you knew exactly what to do.

You stood in front of her and then bowed. Katsuki noticed you, and it quickly clicked in his head what was happening. He was furious. But it was only made worse when he watched as his mother’s dragon paused, and bowed her head to you in return.

Katsuki began marching up to you only to be stopped by his mother’s arm, keeping him behind her. How long had she been watching? He didn’t know, and he didn’t really care. He glared at you even though you couldn’t see him, and watched as you slowly straightened from your bow.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the prince shouted as he stormed up to you. He had broken free from his mother’s grasp, and though he startled you a bit, you didn’t let it show.

“You have eyes, don’t you?” you asked sarcastically, already fed up with him. Heat radiated from the dragon’s scales, and her eyes fluttered closed as you placed your hand on her snout. Katsuki scoffed.

“Didn’t know you’d be such a stuck-up prick,” he spat. It took everything in you - and a glare from your mother - for you to keep silent. This would be a long two months…

┄

The wind was loud in your ears, and you felt a strange unease being so far from the ground. You were on the Barbarian Queen’s dragon with her after Katsuki had refused to let you fly with him. The dragon’s name was Onyx, and you thought it perfectly matched her shining black scales and elegance. 

The Barbarian lands were mountainous and difficult to get to on foot. From above you could see very little of the Kingdom, but as the dragons landed, you could see the castle built into the side of a mountain.

You were crowded by maids and guards when you stepped back onto land. It took you a moment to find your footing before you were whisked away quicker than you thought possible.

You were led into the castle with haste, where you were taken directly to the throne room. You had been separated from Queen Mitsuki and the Prince in all of the chaos, and you were now left alone with a few guards and the King - Masaru Bakugo.

“(y/n), your grace, welcome!” he greeted enthusiastically, “I hope your travel wasn’t too… hectic,”

You raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He was nothing like his wife and son, he was formal but didn’t seem to dislike it and had a calm air about him. It confused you how he was the King of the Barbarians. No arrogance like the Prince, no assertiveness like the Queen.

“We deeply apologise for the abruptness of this arrangement, however we believed it to be a necessary last resort,”

“I understand,” you said, keeping any emotion out of your voice. You weren’t happy to be there, and you wouldn’t pretend to be.

“I’m glad,” the King continued, “Now, I understand that our cultures are very dissimilar, but I hope you can come to learn of our practices. You are free to roam the castle and our lands as you please as long as you attend meals, and do not approach any dragons without a dragon rider present… oh and I wouldn’t recommend going near the training rooms, Katsuki doesn’t like to be interrupted,”

You took note of everything he said. Nowhere seemed to be off limits, so you were free to scout the weaknesses of the Kingdom. Perhaps you could even avoid the Prince for the whole two months.

“Do you have any questions?” King Masaru asked, and you shook your head.

“Good, if you would like to follow the guard to my right, he will show you to your room,” you gave a brief bow to the King before leaving with the guard. Thank the gods that was over…

You were led down hallways of identical doors and shown to the door to your room. The guard left quickly, and you silently thanked him for his haste as you entered the room and closed the door behind you.

It was simple. A large wooden bed with fur pelts and feather pillows, and the room itself was decorated minimally. Your chest of belongings had been brought here before you and had been placed at the foot of the bed.

You eyed the candle on the bedside table. Oh how simple it would be to burn the castle to the ground and escape home to Karessi. But not yet, you told yourself. You had to wait.

Without lingering on the thought too much, you took off your uncomfortably restricting formal attire and threw it on the floor. You would put it away later, but now you were too tired - not physically but mentally.

You didn’t even have a chance to relax before heavy footfalls echoed down the hall and the door of your room was thrown open.

And then a full second of complete silence.

“What the fuck?!” the Barbarian Prince yelled, as he registered your naked figure. He looked away as quickly as possible, deciding the floor was suddenly very interesting.

“You aren’t royalty in this Kingdom,” he growled, seemingly annoyed by your nudity in your private space.

“I am royalty regardless of the land on which I step,” you responded, not bothering to cover up. You were human and so was he,  it was also fun seeing him so flustered but refusing to leave.

“Now, why are you here?” you asked.

“I don’t want to marry you, so don’t go thinking this was my choice-”

“Good," you said, cutting him off, "because I don’t want to marry you either,” you faked a happy voice. Anyone with a brain could see that he obviously didn't want this, and it made you feel a little better about hating him so much. Not that you felt bad about it to begin with.

The Prince went to go say something else but decided against it after opening his mouth.

“I hate you,” He growled after hesitating slightly.

“I hate you too~” You sang back, sarcastically mocking him as he turned to leave and shut the door behind him.

Hopefully you could avoid him as much as possible over the next two months - but if you had to interact with him, at least you knew how to push his buttons. It might even be fun to see how much you could annoy him…