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mysteriesmuse · 11 months

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Princess Reader x Royal Guard Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugou Katsuki’s job is literally to stand by you day and night. You promoted him to being your personal guard and now he follows you around the castle like a dog. Katsuki thought he would hate it. Thought he would have to do something to get himself fired. Something that would make you dislike him because everytime he was around you his skin definitely felt red hot and he had a slight nauseating sensation in his stomach. It’s only when steam started pouring out his ears with him clenching his teeth and palms that he was able to pinpoint that feeling. Oh yes that previous feeling was jealously and Katsuki Bakugou apparently didn’t hate you. Because he really felt jealous about this stupid suitor that was attempting to woo you. He liked you. He had a crush on the princess he was in charge of protecting with his life. Not that, that would change. But now he had a reason to get to know you more. To make the same impression that the other elite guards made with small talk that put you at ease during any shift changes.

BECOME THE BEST GUARD IN THE CASTLE: CHECK

MAKE SMALL TALK & GET IN GOOD GRACES WITH THE PRINCESS: IN PROGRESS

WOO THE PRINCESS: ??? So Katsuki really freaking struggled with small talk. Plus, I mean the guy knows practically everything about you. How is he supposed to make small talk if he can’t just ask the questions? Trick question he still can. In reality he doesn’t really have to. He’s supposed to be a rather stoic and sentient figurine that guards you. His first few attempts were meet with startled eyes and strange looks for the next few weeks. You’re known to be fairly cordial and friendly with the guards, but his reputation proceeded him. Big Scary Guard Dog Bakugou. That’s who you were told was your new guard. And that’s what you expected for the most part. A quiet guy who may or may not be a piece of eye candy following you around like a shadow. Oh boy, were you wrong. He was definitely a piece of eye candy. Actually he was the piece of eye candy that was apart of your elite protection group. A very silent man Bakugou. And after the first couple of weeks of him assigned as you personal guard your opinion on that changed. Bakugou grunts out a G’mornin’ and a G’night to you every day. Almost looks strained, but it’s pleasant nonetheless. And he’s incredibly observant too. You catch him in the hall to your corridors arguing with a servant about the bouquet of flowers she’s attempting to bring in to replace the last bouquet on your writing desk. “Shitty - ahem - her majesty prefers another variety of flower. Go back and procure some of the blue snowball looking ones.” After that you noticed that the vase continually held varieties of flowers that you’d complimented on in the royal gardens. And from then on your awkward guard/royalty relationship bloomed like a hillside. A cascading flurry of one beautiful thing after another. ——— When you’re cozied up in the quiet royal library to enjoy a good book you pause and peek over the top of the novel in your lap. Almost out of curiosity or disbelief that Bakugou is the one asking a question. He blinks out of genuine curiosity and you open your mouth and start to turn the book around so that he can see the words of the story you’re gesturing at. He gets you to go on and on that way. Nothing but a few affirmational vocals from him that he’s still listening. And he loves watching your expressions almost more than when you insist that he do something. Read his own book, after all it is a library. He dismisses it all. And yes your highness he can read and write just fine. This is just his job. Well not the secretly pinning over you while you read, but the watching part. And He learns that you actually know a lot more about kingdom politics than he previously gave you credit for. You’re smoothing over diplomatic matters with a carefully inked letter and secretly keeping promises about exports and materials your kingdom has pledged.

All while you sit and hum at your writing desk. The way you gently tease off your shoes with your toes at the heels when you’ve decided you’re going to be in for a long while. And Katsuki knows then that you’ll idly wave for him to sit instead of standing at his post the whole while. Except he starts to develop the nasty happen of staring and when you catch him looking he’ll chose between grumbling and turning away as his ears turn pink or blink unyielding and say “just doing my job, princess”

Katsuki likes the suave of the second one, but it really ends up being 50/50 with it. ————

But 100% of the time your strolls through the royal garden have him itching to take some armor off as the sunny warmth makes him sweat buckets underneath the layers of his uniform. Not to mention you walking this close already has his skin hot enough. The way you walk shoulder to shoulder just has him practically drooling at the thought of holding your hand. - Exhibits extreme self-control every stroll. Oh and when the fruit and vegetables are ready to be harvested you like to take teasing strolls into the royal orchards and gardens to taste the first ripe fruit of the season. Always curtesying as you point and ask him to grab a mandarin, or plum, or peach, or nectarine, or lemon, or apple, or whatever it is. And you’ve usually tried just before hand. On you tip-toes waggling your decorated fingers into the air. The sunlight bouncing off your jewels that adorn your skin and cascade daggers of rainbowed light upon your face. And it’s always just out of reach. A fresh shiny pout on your face when you turn and ask him to pluck one. And Katsuki usually just has to stand and put his arm up to grab one as you patiently wait and watch. But you’re admiring him just as much as he admired you. Staring up at his chiseled jawline. The wheaty stubble that decorates his face. You long to feel it prickle underneath your fingertips. Wonder how it would feel tickling the edges of your kiss when you finally set your mouth against his plush lips. You admire his impeccable physique. His staggering size as he barely stretches his shoulder to reach the fruit. And the way his golden tan glistens underneath the dappled light of the sun; glistens from the profuse sweat elicited from his layers and layers of chainmail and armor. All brushing over his adams apple before he gulps and turned to hand it to you. And Katsuki loves to hold it in his palm in the way that you have to pick it up. Feel your fingers gently prod and caress the skin of his palm as you turn the fruit over. Mulling over its quality before wordlessly holding it back out. He huffs and grabs the fruit as you take him to the stone wall. You sit and pull out a handkerchief from between your breasts if he’s not swift enough in supplying you with his. And Katsuki will grab his dagger and slice up the fruit, setting the pieces down onto the handkerchief before you plop one into your mouth. His hands will still and his eyes flick to your face watching as you chew and make a satisfied moan. The rest of your stroll will include these snack breaks. Taking “samples” as you call them of the seasons fruit. And the royal gardners have since decided to ignore the two figurines of their princess and the royal guardsmen sitting on the stone walls chattering and pressing handkerchiefs into sticky thieving fingers. ————

In the royal kitchens he accompanies you as you excitedly follow behind a kitchen maid who’s sent for you to do a testing of the new desserts the chef has been working on. Despite your official look of composure he knows that you’re excited by the little bounce in your hair from your steps. Katsuki always clunks down to the table when you beckon him to sit. Frantically patting the chair next to you after he’s been a right gentleman and pushed your chair in. You always think he looks rather scared with the way his carmine eyes dart around the empty dinning hall before the procession of maids and chef come out into the hall and display a plethora of desserts in front of you. They always wave you on with glee before retreating to the kitchen to finish the next batch. Your mouth practically waters as you pick up your fork and spear the perfect first bite. Only to turn to Katsuki with your other hand under the utensil holding it up to his plush pink lips which immediately turn into a defensive scowl. You’re always muttering something about your safety to “taste test for me? Make sure there’s nothing poisoned?” Except Katsuki’s never been sure that’s your real agenda here because you always gently spoon the first bite of your special taste testing into his mouth and if its something chocolate it always taste like Heaven despite it being a brand new recipe. (You’ve got the best chocolatier in the kingdom) and he always a little groan slip out. His face melting as he chews and swallows. (he’s going to be doing a lot more of that)

Before he nods muttering it’s safe. Not that your food would be poisoned because the staff and kingdom are all pretty loyal here and him and the elite guards are way to fricken scary to have on your tail. But he humors you anyway because technically that’s protecting and you’re right it’s in his job description. And then you, without changing forks, without doing anything else immediately set the fork he just used between your own lips and lick off the icing residue between your pink lips and hum before taking a real first bite yourself. And you do it all while maintaining perfect eye contact with him. And he can feel blood rushing to weird places all over his body. And it goes on like this for every single plate they offer. HAVE THE PRINCESS FLIRT WITH YOU: yes? maybe ?? At this rate he’s not sure why the kitchen staff haven’t mandated you with a royal poison taste tester with your insistence of him having a bite of every one of your plates. Seriously what are these people thinking! They’re thinking that there’s some real true love blooming in the castle and who are they to get in the way! Plus, it’s a good practice for any wedding cake samples they do in the future. Of course they won’t ever tell y’all whose wedding they’re preparing to cater. ———— While you delight in that. Katsuki delights in nothing more than your dance lessons. He likes to watch you glide, or try to, across the floor with every step. Definitely feels a weird blooming of secondhand pride when you practice a new step a few times and smooth it out with practice. Overall he finds it very peaceful and relaxing watching you laugh and groan and be belittled by this ancient teacher they have for you. Stands at the door tapping his toe in his boot to the beat. When this ancient woman that he just loves comes over and insists that he mustn’t “just stand there and look handsome. Make yourself useful she needs a partner” which always causes your head to swivel like a chicken as he detaches a few layers of pure metal off his body to make the dancing “easier and more realistic for her highness”

So now he gets to stand bare of any occluding armor and he can feel your e/c gaze washing over his body and the ripping muscles that he’s always had hidden under that armor. Adores the chance to hold you in his arms and practice doing the steps that you’re working on. And he’s attended enough of these things and the balls to be able to pick up on his part pretty quickly. Katsuki, not to toot his own horn because he would never, has to say he’s pretty darn good at dancing. Stupidly good for a royal guard which he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be clunky and clumsy, but as soon as the armor is off he’s as graceful as any one of the princes or dukes you’ve danced with ball after ball and gala after gala. He’s humongous. Practically a head taller than you and his shoulders are stupidly wide and it’s like you’re in a cocoon of just him. His stupid minty breath whenever he’s mumbling something snarky or whispering the counts just loud enough for your teacher to know he’s actually helping. The flopping bangs that fall into his face whenever he needs to look down and see what your feet are doing. Usually because you’ve accidentally skipped a step or done something that messes with his leading because how can you not! Except this only fuels Bakugou’s ego more because he’s never seen you mess up with any partner at any of these balls you attend. The logical part of his brain says it’s because this is your dance room and you’re practicing. But the other hopeful part of his heart says it’s because maybe you’re flustered. Maybe you feel something too. And you definitely do. The oddly warm, but searing heat of his hand on the small of your back makes you stand up. His shoulder and bicep and forearm all a fluttering mass of muscle that languidly stretches and twitches underneath your arm. His meaty and calloused hand that holds yours, which is incredibly clamy except you’re not sure if it’s you or him! And your annoying dance teacher who constantly whacks your limbs and buttocks whenever you do something wrong, which only makes your guards impeccable poker face quirk into a smirk before she starts the music again. And unfortunately the old crone has caught on. Because your lessons after having danced with Katsuki are immensely improved. And your performance at balls is flawless at best, so she’s going to keep asking the young rugged handsome guard of yours to keep stepping in as your partner for dancing because he seems to be the only one where you actually have to work for that composure. ————

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theloveinc · 8 months

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i need to be the princess that knights!kiribaku are charged with guarding and taking care of..

imagine taking them on a little stroll through the castle gardens.. making them flower crowns.. making them steal some honeycomb from the hive on the tree.. sneaking little kisses in the hedge maze..

going to the market in secret.. Eijirou doing most of the talking while Katsuki bullies the vendor into lowering the price..

and yk.. having them outside my bedroom doors (in my bed snuggling me.. keeping their princess warm..) <3

Why am I like... dying at the thought of Kiri being so excited to guard your room at night because it means getting to take his big, heavy armor off early and sleep and get his nut off in your bigass royal bed???

And usually he's back up at 2am trying to get his knighty tighty whities on before trading spots with Bakugo, but since your recent...... developments... with them both, Bakugo's just crowding right into the bed with both of you and getting his sloppy seconds in the morning (and hitting Kiri on his fat head for taking up you and the whole bed).

...I feel like it's a big whole scandal in the castle when your attendant walks in with your hairbrush and outfit for the day and three groggy, naked people with bedhead sit up instead of just one.

(She's scurrying away and immediately telling not only the other maids and guards, but also the king... and Bakugo and Kiri are pulled away to be lectured except you go with them and fight back and then everyone and their mama knows you have two guards wrapped around your finger and it's this WHOLE. damn. THING.)

Or like... trying to canoodle with Bakugo while he's on duty in between his salutes to other guards, and it's so embarrassing because you're a royal, for god's sake! Stop hanging offa him like a barnacle, he doesn't want the general to see!!! But he also can't get enough of it, the feeling that you are his just as much as he is your sworn knight...

And then you do get caught! But thankfully it's only by Kiri who gets all whiney for not being there to be canoodled by you, too, and it's all just. SO CUTE.

(and yes to all the moments when Bakugo harasses a gardener to pick the most perfect rose for him to bring you, or Kiri shows up with bee stings all over his ass and tears in his eyes just so your tea can be perfect for the week, or at the market when you're not royal and guard but regular civilians with no sponserbilities... I am going to CRYYYY)

#kirishima #bakugo #i wanted to talk abt ur f*cking too but i couldnt fit it in without ruining the vibe #but debauched giggly royal x guard is like... *SUCKS FOOT*#supposed to be married to someone else but just wants them and their coques #and i also like... OMF... was gonna say like maid x guard but just thought abt #maid x guard whos supposed to marry another royal but he wants you #HELLLLLLLLLL YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHJ #but all of this was so *cries* good thank you cog #i want them so badly #caitie things #gen #cognacrevived #cog!!

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saturnsorbits · 3 months

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Lessons in Serving your King

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Prince!Bakugo, Suggestive. Word Count: 1.6k.

Summary: Closing in on his 20th name day, tradition dictates that Prince Bakugo choose his first concubines.

A/N: This might become a series, but don't hold your breath.

'I don't want a fucking -.'

Grabbing her son by the cheeks, Mitsuki Bakugo fixes the young prince still with a cold stare. 'You will do as you're told.'

'But -'

'It is tradition, Katsuki. Not even your ego is large enough to put an end to that.' She smirks before releasing her hold and wipes a hand on the left hip of her dress. 'Now, come on... You're late.'

Huffing, Bakugo tugs at his shirt to smooth the wrinkles left by his mother, but follows on her heels obediently. Usually, he'd put up more of a fight, throw a proper tantrum, but the pit of curiosity growing in his stomach stops him making too much fuss. He's fucking human, after all. Of course, he's going to be at least a little interested in the collection of concubines that had been assembled specifically for his perusal.

That didn't mean he had any intention of choosing any of them, though.

The doors of the main hall seem more daunting than usual, but Bakugo hides his trepidation well.

Or so he thinks.

Mitsuki's hand touches softly on his shoulder, guiding him, not through the main hall, but down the corridor. She offers out her elbow, letting him cling to her as they continue to drift closer to a small, more intimate, service room.

The marble clicks under their shoes, the sound amplified endlessly as it rings behind them announcing their arrival. Large windows scatter light, bringing out the red in both Bakugo and his mother's eyes as they pass the selection of special guards already stationed outside the room. All seven of them, five sworn to his mother and two to him, are dressed from head to toe in royal finery with the lightest of chain mail glittering over their chests. Swords hang from their hips, but Bakugo knows there are much more deadly weapons hidden under their clothes and tucked away from prying eyes.

Captain Aizawa, one of Mitsuki's most trusted knights bows low when they reach the door.

Reaching out, Mitsuki presses a hand to his shoulder and pushes him straight again. 'Enough of that, you'll put your back out.'

Aizawa's mouth moves to argue, but Mitsuki doesn't allow his voice to summon a sound.

'Shouta, you have more than earned the right not to bow.' She chides in a way that makes goose-flesh break out on the other guards, but the Captain simply laughs.

'Is the prince ready, My Lady?'

Mitsuki's hand wraps around her son's bicep giving him a firm squeeze. 'Oh, you know him. Dragged here kicking and screaming.'

Bakugo scowls.

'But, I'm sure he'll manage.'

Another guard, tall and broad in the shoulders with a close crop of dark hair and a booming voice clears his throat. 'If I may speak out of turn, Captain?'

'You will not Yoarashi.'

Mitsuki waves him off. 'Oh, let the boy speak Shouta.'

The guard, Yoarashi, smiles. His teeth are too big for his mouth, but somehow there's still something strikingly handsome about him. Bakugo hates it. 'The consorts have outdone themselves this time, I've never seen a more stunning array of -.'

Captain Aizawa silences his guard with a raised hand. 'That's quiet enough, I think the Queen understands your sentiment.'

'Quite.' Mitsuki smiles, locking a chuckle behind her teeth. 'Speaking of the wonderful job my husbands consort has done, I think it's time to see what Inko has found for us, don't you, Katsuki?'

Bakugo nods, it's all he ca manage with the nerves threatening to make his knees wobble like some common whore. His jaw is tight, teeth clenched in his mouth, but it soon looses as he the doors are thrown wide and he's allowed to step into the room.

Inside the room is dark, the thick red curtains covering the windows putting an end to any natural light that should attempt to slink inside. Instead, the room is illuminated by a series of high torches that cast a godly glow about and perfectly highlighting the row of people stood across the centre of the room.

At once, Inko is upon them. She wraps chubby arms around Bakugo without a second thought and greets his mother with a warm kiss to her hand when offered. Following at her heel is Izuku, her darling son. 'Brother.' Izuku smiles.

'Half Brother.' Bakugo spits the former piece of his sentence, enjoying the way it feels between his lips – the distance it offers him from the man before him. They're the same age. Both Mitsuki and Inko had been pregnant at the same time and the boys born mere months apart, although Inko had done the chief portion of the nursing; especially when Mitsuki's milk had dried up. Something that had lead both women to an unlikely friendship.

'I heard you've outdone yourself this time.' Mitsuki pulls at Bakugo, steering him around to the front of the room.

Bakugo's eyes wonder. There's a conversation flowing in the air around him, but he pays no heed. How can he, when the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on is looking directly at him.

The man lifts his head. He is bare to the waist with only the smallest piece of cloth to cover his dignity. If Bakugo where to walk around him, which he just might, he'd bet he'd be able to see his ass in all it's glory.

He has red eyes, violent carnelian, that pierce right to Bakugo's soul and red hair that is tied neatly in a bun atop his head. Licking his lips when he catches the princes' eye, the man smiles, flashing a row of blade-like teeth that threaten to bring Bakugo to his knees.

'Did you hear?' Mitsuki pats Bakugo's lapel.

He didn't, but he nods anyway.

His eyes slip further down the line, silently comparing each concubine to the next, but no-one compares to the red-eyed man until his eyes are blessed by you.

You're near the end, stood beside two others that don't even come close to your beauty with your chin tilted to the floor and your hands clasped neatly before you. Like the others, you're dressed in almost nothing, but it's the bright red 'V' painted onto your skin across the top of your breast bone that has him pausing.

He's seen the mark before and a cursory glance back down the line tells him exactly where. The red head, amongst two or three others, also bare the mark.

Bakugo swallows.

Already he can feel his breeches tightening uncomfortably.

'How many?' He snaps, forcing his eyes from the line and onto Inko.

She blinks. 'Pardon?'

'How many... For my... For my harem?'

'Oh. Most choose at least six to begin with, but after that is custom to add another concubine for each year until you reach 29. Sometimes other kingdoms will offer then as gifts, but you're more than welcome to dismiss -.'

Bakugo raises his hand. 'I don't want a history lesson.'

'Oh, I -.' Inko blushes.

'Brat, watch your tongue...' Mitsuki raises her hand to crack him across the back of the head, but the prince side steps her assault easily.

'I want that one...' He points at you, eyes narrowed and hungry before he turns, pointing at the red haired man at the other end of the room. 'And him. That's all.'

Mitsuki's brow furrows. 'Two? Inko here scourers the kingdom for the finest it had to offer and you choose only two?'

Bakugo folds his arms. He can feel your eyes, the red-heads too, burning through his skin. It makes him hot, makes him wonder what it'll be like when your eyes grow heavy, when they're spotted with ears and your mouths are full of his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

Clearing his throat, he tries to readjust his breeches.

He won't have to imagine soon. No, soon, you'll be his.

'Have them brought to my rooms tomorrow.' Turning on his heel he shouts over his shoulder before storming from the room before his cock begins to soak into his breeches.

Tomorrow, he thinks as soon as the doors slam shit behind him.

That should give him enough time to fist himself stupid to the thought of red eyes and glittering skin.

Hopefully, that would stop him making a fool of himself at the first meeting.

Bakugo already looks bored when you're brought into his rooms at noon the following day. The door closes behind you, a guard having performed the customary introductions, and all too quickly you're swallowed by the nerves that climb up your body and twist around your lungs.

Adjusting his seat, Bakugo pulls a foot up onto his chair and spreads his knees. A bark leaves his chest that he hopes is harsher than it feels. 'I don't fuck virgins...'

You hear the wet click of Kirishima's throat from beside you in the silence of the room. Even though the red ink is gone, the fact of your both being intact remains the same. 'Uhm, my lord... I mean – Prince Bakugo, I'm... I think there's been some mistake, we're – we're both -.'

'I know.' He waves his hand. Anticipation creates pins and needles in his thighs. Even if he wanted to fuck right now, he's not sure his body would hold out long enough. Maybe, five orgasms in the space of a day was too much.

'Well, you can see how this might be a problem then...' Twisting his knuckles around each other, Kirishima chews at his lip and forces a weak smile. It's strange how he makes six-foot of man look almost as small as you are, but he does it easily and blushes pretty to boot.

'How -.' He clears his throat. 'How are we supposed to serve you if -.'

'You're going to fuck each other, first.' He arches an eyebrow, drawling as if the solution to his little problem has been more than obvious. A smirk curls his lip. 'I'll watch.'

-> Masterlist

#bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #kiribaku x reader #saturnsorbits #saturnsuggests

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zanarkandskylines · 22 days

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unbreakable bonds ꒰ no quirks au | childhood friends | friends to lovers ꒱ ⇢ a collective of family bonding and little moments between you and katsuki.

『♡』 k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ tags & content ꒱ emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, happiness all around ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — just wanted to write something sickly sweet and it’s been sitting in my drafts forever. reader has a little sister that helps bond the two of you together over the years. cross posted to ao3 | word count; ~3kish? -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

You were too young - a little over three - to understand the day your mom brought home your little sister. You'd been secretly asking the universe for a sibling, someone to share everything with. Ask and you shall receive! But, you never knew just how much she would shape your life into what it is today.

The Kingdom - Elementary School

Fourth grade is when you and Katsuki started to play after school together on a daily basis. Him and Izuku would come by and grab snacks from your mom while you went back to the park around the corner, playing pirates and super heroes with the other neighborhood kids. Every so often, your mom would ask for you to bring your sister along. You never minded, even though she was your baby sister in first grade. The boys would pick on her - lovingly, of course - to make her feel included with the rest of the pack. She loved being around you, cooing and giggling away as she'd hold your hand and squeal with delight.

One day at the park, she'd declared herself to be queen of the castle as she stood on the slide, proudly puffing out her chest with her hands on her hips.

"I am the queen, and what I say goes!" she pointed to you and Katsuki. "Sissy will be the princess and you will be our royal guard, Katsu!"

You chuckle. "Isn't the older sister supposed to be queen?"

She does her best impression of a royal laugh, projecting her voice theatrically. "Not in my land! It's my kingdom and if you don't like it, I'll send you to the brig!"

"You're confusin' pirates 'n princesses again,” Katsuki taunts playfully.

She stomps her foot on the slide. “Silence in my kingdom! Izu will be my knight!”

Katsuki pouts. “Hey! Why don’t I get to be the knight?!’

“Cause I say so! You’re the royal guard cause you’re tough. Izu is the knight because he’s brave!”

You can’t help but let out a loud ‘hah!’ at her comment. Your sister never failed to push Katsuki in the cutest ways - he probably was thankful to be an only child whenever you guys would go home for the day.

Katsuki huffs at her declaration, taking the challenge with stride. “Fine! I’ll show you who’s tough and be the best dang guard in the whole world.”

“Do I get a cool set of armor, queen?” Izuku asks, bouncing up and down at the bottom of the slide.

“Of course! Only the best armor and ponies for my royal kingdom.”

She sits and pushes herself down the metal slide, rocketing off the edge past Izuku and barreling toward Katsuki. She trucks into him at full force - but, being small, that force isn’t much for him to withstand.

“What the heck was that for?!” he yells while catching her before she hits the wood chips.

“A test of your toughness, Katsu! And you passed! You’re deserving of a spot in my kingdom,” she giggles, mashing his cheeks together with her tiny palms. He protests her closeness and tries to fight her off, setting her feet back on the ground while she’s wiggling in his hold. Watching the two of them act like siblings themselves always made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside, knowing your two closest friends also adored your sister as much as you did.

You meander over to grab her from him. “Alright, I think you made your point, queen. Your guard and knight have other duties to get to.”

She waves goodbye to the boys over her shoulder as the two of you stroll home for dinner. She gleefully remarks how cool they are and that she can’t wait to marry them someday.

You can’t help but giggle at the thought. “Both of them? Wow, all to yourself, huh?”

She pouts and whips her head upward. “No, sissy! We both get one!”

”Oh yeah? Because you’re the queen of the kingdom, you get to pick?”

“That’s right! They’ll have to fight to see who gets to pick you!”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at the thought. You’re only ten years old, the thought of boys fighting over you was hilarious.

”Promise not to tell Izu, but I think Katsu would win that fight,” she whispers, tugging on your hand to get you to lean over closer to her face. “He’s taller and faster!”

The thought of marrying Katsuki flashes in your mind - you have zero clue what that even looks like, but you imagine him bringing you flowers on the playground or giving you a bite of his ice cream. A blush creeps over your cheeks and nose at the thought. Your sister catches your reaction and gasps dramatically.

“You like Katsu?!” she exclaims.

You shush her. “No! Don’t go yelling that!”

That’s a big fat lie. You liked him a lot, he was your favorite person, but you’re kids.

It’s just a harmless crush.

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An Enchanted Afternoon - Elementary School

A week later, the four of you returned to the playground after school. Snacks from your pantry in hand, the bunch of you sit on the swing set to eat. Your sister seemed extremely eager today, more so than usual. Once you all finished eating, she demanded your attention.

"Gather 'round! Your queen summons you," she declares, arms raised above her head. You and the boys huddle around her.

"Katsu, go fetch flowers!" she orders as she points to a nearby patch of grass. "Zuzu, clear out the sandbox of any villagers."

There wasn't anyone else here today, so that job was easily done. Izuku doesn't say anything and smiles as he heads over to the sandbox as ordered. Katsuki is confused, nose scrunched and arms crossed.

"Why do I need to get flowers?" he asks, tapping his foot in the wood chips.

"Do you dare defy your queen?!" she shouts, grinning wickedly. He obliges, sauntering over to the grass to find a few spare daisies.

"What's all this for?" you ask, genuinely curious to her plans. She doesn’t answer you as she grabs you by the wrist, dragging you over to the sandbox.

A few minutes later, Katsuki comes back with a handful of daisies, picked and pruned clean of any dirt and weeds. Izuku stands on the edge of the sandbox patiently.

”Perfect! Katsu, Sissy, please approach your queen.”

You play along and stand in front of her with Katsuki. It’s amusing how small she is in comparison to the two of you, easily shadowing over her figure.

“With my knight as witness, I give the blessing to the princess and royal guard to be married forever!” she exclaims, waving her hands around to mimic casting a magic spell.

You're pretty sure she got that line from a princess movie, but that doesn't make the sentiment any less adorable. You begin to chuckle to yourself, smiling ear to ear before turning toward Katsuki. You're expecting him to be disgusted, repulsed by something so sickly sweet, but are shocked to see him standing with the flowers outstretched in your direction. He's biting his bottom lip and avoiding eye contact by staring directly at your feet.

"H-here," he whispers meekly, pushing the flowers into your hands. You've never seen him so shy before - that's usually Izuku's demeanor. His unexpected affection makes your little heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you 'Suki," is all you can muster up the courage to say, your mind running blank on the right thing to say. It's just an imaginary scenario...It's not real, not like you're actually marrying him. Katsuki exhales, turning his back to you to hide his strawberry colored cheeks.

"Now you're together forever!" you sister raves, dancing on her tip toes with satisfaction.

Maybe that was the moment she bound you two together with some unknown magical force, or it was a mere coincidence. The sappy part of your young brain believed in fairytales and chose to believe she was weaving your golden string to him, binding you two for life.

───

Leftovers - Middle School

”Yo, brats! Come eat already so I can get the hell outta here,” Katsuki called from your doorway. He’d come by with leftovers from his mom for you and your sister, since your own mom was working later that day. The two of you were still…friends? You weren’t sure. Being in seventh grade and all, he started acting like you weren’t cool enough for him. He did the same to Izuku, starting to ditch the two of you for other kids in class to hang out with at lunch or walk home with. Did it hurt your feelings? Absolutely. But you didn’t own him, he was allowed to have other friends, even if it did suck to see him less outside of class.

“Coming!” you called back, skipping down the hallway with your sister in tow. She happily ran into the entryway, hugging Katsuki by the waist. She was taller now, but still much smaller than him as a fourth grader.

“Hiya Katsu!” she gleamed up at him, rubbing her face against his uniform jacket.

He grunted, uncomfortable with her sudden affection and poking her in the forehead to release her grip. “Let go, squirt!”

He turned his attention to you as your sister finally let go of him. “Here, take these. I gotta get to practice.”

”Thank you! Tell your mom we said hi.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You hand the containers to your sister as she wanders off to the table. Before Katsuki opens the door, you tap him on the shoulder.

“Hey, are you alright?”

He scoffs at your question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem distant lately. Wanna come by sometime for a movie marathon?” you ask, tilting your head and giving him a warm smile.

“We’re not kids anymore. Got better stuff to do.”

Ouch, that stung. Your smile fades away as you reply. “Well…I know. I just miss hanging out with you.”

“You have Deku an’ that other group of bitches you hang out with, ya don’t need me.” His harsh comment has notes of jealousy intertwined in his words. He goes to put his hand on the door again before you take a step forward to stop him.

“Kat, they’re not a replacement for you. You’ve got your own friends now, too since you’re on the soccer team. You’re saying we can’t hang out 'cause we have different friends?”

He glares at you before pushing past you and pulling on the front door.

“Hey!” your sister shouts from the dining area. “Katsu, that’s not nice. My royal guard doesn't act like that!” She’s always thought of Katsuki as a guard since your elementary school playground days.

“Cut the shit! We’re not kids anymore!” Katsuki rebuttals with a growl of frustration.

He makes eye contact with you. “We’ve grown apart, end of fuckin’ story. Get over it.”

He slams your front door closed and leaves you standing in the entryway, your eyes stinging from the urge to cry. You feel a small gust of wind rush by as your sister is sprinting to the door, throwing it open and running outside without shoes on.

“Hey!” She calls after Katsuki. “Get your butt back here, Katsu!”

He turns on his heel. “Hah?!”

She stomps on the ground, fists balled at her sides. “Apologize to her!”

Katsuki cackles, a little too manically. “For what, brat?”

“You’re being a mean jerk to her! She doesn’t deserve to be yelled at like that. Friends are friends forever, idiot!” she yells, her cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched together.

You can’t help but stifle a laugh at her calling Katsuki an idiot and turn your head to hide your amusement.

”That’s not who you are, Katsu. That’s not how you treat your princess!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and screws his eyes shut in annoyance, exhaling dramatically. He locks his gaze on you, storming back up to the doorway. He roughly ruffles your sister’s hair as he passes by her as a pseudo apology. Katsuki sucks the air through his teeth and shoves his fists in his pockets as he stops in front of you.

“Look, ‘m sorry for yellin’, okay?” he sighs, kicking a foot against the pavement. “I'll come over Saturday, we’ll have that movie day ya wanted.”

"You don't need to if you feel forced to hang out with me." Your eyes shift to your feet to avoid looking at his reaction.

" 's fine. I'll be here at noon, don't pick anything lame."

With that, he turns to leave for a second time in silence. You watch him disappear around the corner and can't help but feel like a burden for asking him to make time for you. As if reading your mind, your sister shakes you out of the negative train of thought while walking back to the house.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just being a dumb boy. That’s what my teacher says when boys are mean for no reason.” She grins a toothy smile up at you and grabs your hand. “Come on! Foods getting cold!”

Katsuki rounded the corner and waited to be out of sight before palming his face in anger. He had no idea why he said those things to you. None of it was true, especially that you’d grown apart. If anything, he was jealous of your friends and missed seeing you all the time. But he couldn’t bring himself to say so, like always. Ever since middle school started, he’d harbored some unknown rage inside of him that lashed out every chance it could. He hated it and didn’t know what to do to stop it - hence trying out for the soccer team, looking for an outlet for the pent up emotions in his body.

Katsuki secretly hoped you wouldn’t end up despising him for it. Even after all this time, he still thinks of you whenever he sees a patch of daisies.

Maybe one day he’d be brave enough to tell you about it.

───

Running Late - High School

The front door to your home opens as Katsuki slips inside, kicking his loafers off by the door. Your younger sister peaks over the kitchen counter while spreading jam over her toast and nods in his direction.

"Hey Katsu, pretty sure she's still asleep upstairs," she calls, rolling her eyes. "I tried to get her up three times, maybe you'll have better luck."

It was hard to believe that she was already in her freshmen year of high school - shit, it’s crazy that you and Katsuki were seniors. The age of playground days and summer adventures went by in the blink of an eye.

He makes his way to the kitchen island, leaning over to ruffle your sister’s hair - some things never change.

"Thanks, bean. I'll get her ass movin’."

“Stooop! You’ll mess up my hair!” She whines as she pulls away, fixing a few stray pieces of her fluffy mane.

“Ya look fine, don’t sweat it,” he compliments while heading for the staircase. He makes his way to your bedroom on the second floor. The door is surprisingly cracked open - he taps on the doorframe to grab your attention.

“Come in,” you call, lying on your bed facing the wall above the covers while scrolling on your phone. You presume it’s your sister until a soft kiss is planted on your cheek.

“Mornin’ sweets,” Katsuki whispers, rubbing your shoulder to turn you to face him. He sits on the edge of your bed beside you. “You wanna be late for our last first day of high school?”

You shift to sit up and drop your phone to your bed, reaching to cradle his face in your hands.

“No, I just wanted to steal a few kisses first,” you mumble as your lips quietly meet his. Katsuki places one hand on your cheek while the other lightly grazes your back. After a few moments, the two of you part with a soft smack. You stand and straighten up your uniform skirt, flattening a few of the panels to work out any stray creases.

“Do I look okay?” You ask, spinning around for Katsuki and showing off your uniform. Your hair was pulled into a pretty ponytail with a few pieces framing your face. The only make up you had on was some lip gloss - you valued sleeping in over doing a minimalist makeup look today.

“Y’always look good,” he sighs, standing to his feet. “Let’s get movin’ before bean suspects somethin’.”

You hadn’t told your sister about your relationship with Katsuki. Sure, you guys had been friends since you were children and he’s always around…how would she know the difference?

The two of you patter down the hallway and skip down the stairs to the kitchen. Your sister is waiting for the two of you, arms crossed and tapping one foot impatiently.

“Finally! Get your damn shoes on,” she orders while pushing you toward the door. She does a double take at Katsuki while you’re putting on your shoes, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Katsu…are you wearing lipgloss?”

Oops.

Katsuki’s searching for something to say as his face glows scarlet. He puts a hand on the back of his neck and turns away, grumbling while attempting to hide his embarrassment.

“Oh come on, you two. I knew you guys started dating months ago. You think I didn’t notice?”

You spin around to face her, cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched. “You never said anything?!”

She laughs, walking up to Katsuki and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“If you ever hurt her, Katsuki, I’ll knock your lights out. I know where you sleep,” she threatens, grinning mischievously. Katsuki pulls her into a headlock, ruffling her hair a second time.

“Deal, but I plan on stayin’ alive.” He lets her go, chuckling as he smooths out the pieces of hair he messed with.

Seeing the two of them get along never fails to make your heart swell with joy. Katsuki has always treated her like his own sister - one that he could easily give back at the end of every day, anyways.

She turns with a huff with her hands in the air.

“You both have my blessing, you should know that. I didn’t marry you two in a sandbox for nothing!”

───

Today Was A Fairytale - Current Day

“It’s an honor to be doing this for a second time. You’re in luck, my vocabulary has grown exponentially since our sandbox days.”

There’s a wave of laughter through the crowd at your sister’s lighthearted joke. You can’t help but smile as Katsuki’s fingers dance across the back of your hand to regather your attention.

God, he looks so damn handsome in that tux. His usual wild hair is slicked back and tamed - an extremely rare sight. Carmine eyes stare back at you, full of devotion and excitement for this next chapter in your fairytale.

“By the power vested in me, and these people as my witness, I pronounce you two as king and queen of the kingdom!”

Friends and family alike cheer and whistle as you and Katsuki intertwine, kissing each other for the first time as husband and wife. He spins you around and dips you low, kissing the tip of your nose playfully.

“I love you,” he mouths, a silent profession of adoration - reserved just for you.

The two of you strut down the aisle to the dance floor in the reception hall, the DJ already queuing the first dance song. Katsuki gently tugs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as he begins to sway side to side when the music begins to fill the room. You rest your head against his chest and get lost in the moment.

Right now, the world belongs to the two of you. Every worry, struggle, and hardship is stripped away from your lives to give you the peace you deserve.

There’s one thought that lingers in your mind as you catch a glimpse of your teary-eyed sister watching you from the corner of the dance floor, latched onto Izuku’s arm for support.

She tied that golden string with an unbreakable knot.

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Pickpocket

Summary: You've successfully managed to pickpocket a fortune. While you're fantasising about the things you could do with so much money, you're dragged away by the royal guards to face the wrath of Prince Katsuki.

Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader

A/N: I wanted to complete the story within this chapter, but it got too long. See you in the next chapter!

Part 1; Part 3

You opened the coin bag you had pickpocketed from the mysteriously covered stranger, your jaw dropping to the floor when you saw it was filled to the brim with gold coins. It looked like you had just stolen someone's life savings.

Your parents and siblings knew that apart from the hunts you went on and did not make much from, you often went out to pickpocket, something you often got scoldings for. But the few extra silvers that you managed to get lightened the weight on your parents' shoulders to some extent. It was usually just a few coppers and silvers you stole. How were you going to explain this fortune you pickpocketed?

While you were in the middle of counting the coins, your youngest brother decided to come into your room, gaping at the gold on your desk, "Y/n, what is that?! Did you just hunt a super rare creature or something?"

"You know the only thing available in these forests is rabbits and birds or deer if we're lucky," a mischievous glint flashed in your eyes, "I pickpocketed this."

"You're unbelievable," He shook his head, picking up a coin, which you snatched, "With that much gold, we'll be able to eat three times a day, buy a horse and a carriage, new clothes and a whole castle!"

You smiled at the youngest. It wasn't enough to tend to all his dreams, but it still made you happy knowing you could at least feed your family and get a few needed household items. However, your fantasies were short-lived when you heard a series of heavy knocks on the front door.

"I'll go see who it is." You went to see who it was to find your father had already answered the door. You froze when you saw five hulking royal guards talking to your father. You didn't need to step forward and talk to them to know this was about you.

Who was the person you pickpocketed? Perhaps a noble or someone close to the royal family? Sweat rolled down your neck when one of the guards caught your eye. He matched in past your father, squinting at your face, "Oi, she's the one we're looking for!"

"Me? What could I have possibly done?" You innocently batted your eyelashes.

"Don't pretend like you don't know why. You stole from the prince." The guard spat.

"Y/n? Is this true?" Your father asked. Your face drained of colour. That person you stole from was the prince? You even insulted him! God, you were in a shit ton of trouble.

"I found the coins!" One of the guards exclaimed from behind you, coming out of your room with your brother, hitting the guards back with closed fists to give the money back.

"Stay off, brat. This is not yours. It belongs to the royal family." The guard kicked your brother in the gut, sending him flying away. You growled at him, pouncing at him with a fist ready.

"Don't you dare touch him!" You yelled, swinging your fist at his face. Before the punch could land, another guard kicked you in the side, sending you crashing into a wall.

"Now you're in trouble not only for stealing but also for trying to harm a royal guard," One of the guards took you by the arm, pulling you to your feet, "Prince Katsuki will see to you personally."

"Like I give a rat's ass!" You spat, thrashing as the guard held your hands behind you. Another guard tried getting your legs to stop flailing but got his jaw bruised instead. Your family was huddled together in a corner, timidly watching you try to pry away from the guards.

"Get off me!" You yelled as you got dragged away and got tied onto a horse with your mouth and hands tied so the guards wouldn't have to listen to your constant yelling and complaints.

Once at the ginormous castle, two guards held you by your arms, dragging you inside. You shuddered when you felt the cold from the marble floor travel up your spine. You must've lost your shoes when the guards yanked you around.

"Mind your manners when in the presence of the prince." One of the guards said, his fingers digging into the flesh of your arms. You shot him a glare, trying to free your arm from his grip. What was the point of bruising your arms when your hands were already tied behind you?

The doors to the throne hall were opened, and the guards dragged you inside, forcing you to your knees so you were bowing low. When they let your head lift from the floor, you dared to look up.

There he was, Prince Katsuki, sitting on the prince's chair beside the King's and Queen's throne, blood-red eyes mindlessly boring into you. All that you heard about the prince was true-- stunning crimson eyes, spiky ash-blonde hair, and flawless skin. Behind his lethal beauty was evident rage and fury.

Bakugo could see your gaze wavering between the floor and him as you tried to keep that sassy and brave front. Your hair was in a mess, and your clothes were dirty from being pushed and kicked around. He told his guards not to use force, and here you were, looking like you fell into a wrestling pit. The guards standing behind you didn't look any better, with scratches and bruises on their faces.

"Your Royal Highness," One of the guards behind you said, "This woman not only stole from you but also put up a fight with us."

"Care to explain?" Bakugo rasped.

"Your guard kicked my ten-year-old brother in the stomach. Was I supposed to stand and watch?" You snarled at the prince, your teeth bared. Bakugo's eyes shifted to the guards, demanding an answer.

"Y-Your Highness, the child was clinging to my back and-"

"So you kicked him." Bakugo cut him off, standing up and coming down the steps that lead to the thrones, stopping in front of you, "Get out, all of you. I'll deal with you later."

"But, Your High-"

"Now."

You gulped once the guards were gone, and although you hated them, you wished they'd stay since being alone with the prince made you feel like you were going to get slaughtered like a lamb. You held his gaze from your position on the floor, not letting your fear slip through your eyes.

"Stand." He ordered.

"Are one-word sentences all you know to speak, princeling?" You smiled at him with sickly sweet poison. "I really like it on the floor. It's comfortable."

You let out a gasp when he suddenly pulled you to your feet, the fabric of your shirt balled in his fist, his maroon eyes dangerously close, "Watch who you're talkin' to, sweetheart," he growled, his voice reverberating in his chest, "I could throw you in prison forever, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

"Must be fun being a spoiled prince, eh." Bakugo looked down at your devilish grin. Weren't you afraid of him one bit? Prison was the place every little thief like you went to, but something about you stirred amusement and another mysterious feeling deep within him. It wasn't every day he got to see a brat like you roast a prince right at his face and take on five guards at once.

"Besides," you went on. "I'm going to go to prison anyway. I might as well strut in there with a show."

"You have some nerve speaking to me like that," He scowled, letting your shirt go, "You ain't going to prison."

"Huh?"

"Yer servin' three months at the castle." He said. "And if I find you snooping around and stealing, I'm chopping your ugly fingers off."

"I'm not scrubbing your dishes and sweeping your damn floors." You scoffed. "Throw me in prison instead."

"Does that pretty little mouth of yours ever shut up, or does it have a fucking answer to everything?" Bakugo glared at you. You had some guts rejecting his orders like he was some commoner you'd known all your life.

"I'm not working at the castle, and that's final." You said firmly.

A hint of fear flashed in your eyes when Bakugo bared his teeth at you, approaching you with slow strides. You kept backing away until your back was pressed into the doors behind you, your chest tightening when you saw his hand rest on the hilt of the sword dangling from his side.

He lowered his head to your level, roughly grabbing your chin and making you look into his eyes. When you tried to shift to the side, he put an elbow on the door, trapping you. Looking into his deep red eyes, you felt your heartbeat quicken, knots forming in your stomach.

"I'm the one who decides what your punishment is. Do not forget that," he purred into your ear. You almost shivered. His voice was supposed to be scaring you, not making your heart race, "Either you work here for three months or get your hands cut off."

He pulled away, smirking down at you satisfyingly. He could tell you were flustered as you glared daggers at him, "Am I clear?"

Your gaze shifted down to the floor, "Yes."

He called for the servants to take you to the servant quarters and get the filth cleaned off you. You sat in an unnecessarily big tub filled with warm water as the other servants scrubbed your body raw. You blankly let them, still trying to process what on earth had just happened. After your bath, you were forced into a night suit that would have been considered low quality for the royals and nobles, but it was more expensive than anything you ever owned.

"What kind of punishment is this?" You muttered, lying on the comfortable bed in your new room.

It was a very big punishment.

It all started going down from the moment you woke up. The head maid scolded you for not waking up early enough and rushed you into the kitchen, where you got yelled at by the chef for not washing the dishes quickly enough.

"What are you even good at?!" He yelled, pushing you aside when you somehow managed to burn the stew he made. All you were supposed to do was stand and watch it.

"I'm good at hunting." You mumbled.

"Too bad you're not here for hunting," He gave you a sour look as he diced up the ingredients to remake the stew.

After the dishes were done, you were handed a mop and a bucket to sweep the great hall. You took a deep breath, stepping into the thankfully empty great hall. It was just mopping the floor. You wouldn't mess this up, right?

As you mopped the floor, you tried convincing yourself this was better than rotting in the prison for who knows how long. You just wanted to go back to bed and let your poor back rest, but it was still only the afternoon. Sighing, you stepped towards the water bucket to dip the mop inside, accidentally knocking the bucket in the process. You deadpanned, tears forming in your eyes. This castle brought nothing but bad luck.

You cringed when the soapy water soaked into the long red carpet that led up to the King's and Queen's thrones. You turned around in horror when you heard the doors to the great hall open, slipping and falling to your ass. The fact that it was the prince that opened the doors only made things worse.

"Are you okay there?" A red-haired man asked, stepping forward.

"M' fine." You mumbled, slipping down again when you tried standing again.

"Looks like someone's having a great time," The prince snickered. If he wasn't a prince you'd have slapped him in the face to wipe away that mean smirk. You scowled at him, stopping when you saw a hand in front of your face. It was the red-haired man looking down at you with a warm grin. You noticed he had interesting sharp teeth. You put your hand in his, letting him hoist you up.

He inspected your face for a second and then looked at Bakugo, raising an eyebrow. You were the very same girl Kirishima saw bump into Bakugo yesterday. He was sure Bakugo said that you were a pickpocket, then what were you doing here in the servant's attire?

"Go get someone else to clean it since you clearly can't," Bakugo ordered. You clenched your jaw at him, grabbing a fistful of your dress. Why did he have to be so mean and harsh with his words? You would have loved to hit his head with the mop but knew better than to give in to your intrusive thoughts. You stormed past him and got some rags to clean up the mess you made.

Once Kirishima was sure you were out of earshot, he turned to Bakugo, "Why is she here, prince?"

"Serving three months in the castle for stealing, hurting five guards and being a brat," Bakugo replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Couldn't you have put her to prison instead?"

"Tch, are you trying to tell me what to do?"

"No, my prince."

Bakugo sighed, turning his back to Kirishima, eyes plastered to the floor, "Her family has been struggling with basic necessities," he said after a moment of silence. "I learnt that her father had a fabric business before the war started, but his shop burnt down during the war. He hasn't been working ever since."

Kirishima blinked at Bakugo, baffled he had delved so deep into someone's background. "A lot of people are still suffering even though it's been years." He said.

"Yeah," Bakugo agreed. "She lives in a pretty shitty neighbourhood, too, now."

"Is there something that can be done to help?" Kirishima asked.

"I've already done what I could." Bakugo grunted, "They ain't gotta worry about rations. I talked to Father about it, and he agreed to send monthly rations to the entire neighbourhood."

"That's nice," Kirishima smiled. He had a feeling you not only stole Bakugo's money at the weekend market yesterday but also accidentally stole his heart.

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i-cant-sing · 10 months

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Okay but like, isn’t giving someone a dragon egg sort of like a proposal for the barbarians? sneaky Bakugo getting engaged and not telling his fiancé

YEssss that is 100% something Katsuki would do. Tricking you into marriage is the only thing thats gonna work because you dont pick up on the clear and very obvious signs of flirtation and obsessiveness, but thats fine. Katsuki will manage to get you one way or the other. (Kats has even held your face and confessed his love, only for you to smile and hold his face and say "aww I love you too, KitKat! And I love you, mr bunny! And you too, moo moo" basically u didnt take him seriously, you probably thought he was just roleplaying the knight in shining in armour, just like when u were kids.)

Anyways, Katsuki is visiting you and unbeknownst to anyone in the palace, he has a dragon egg. By the time your dear uncle Shotou hears about it, he's just a second too late as he bursts into your room, only to see you already have accepted the smug barbarian's gift.

And now Uncle Shotou, who was supposed to look after you while Dabi and Keigo were away on business (they were fracking) is panicking because how is he supposed to explain this situation to your father, or even break off the whole engagement without the barbarians starting a war.

First things first, he threw Katsuki out of the castle, which was a whole feat in itself because you kept interfering, saying that he was your friend who brought you a very expensive gift. But Shotou asserted his authority and sent you to your room while the royal guards threw out the brash blonde.

Then Shotou tried to explain to you about the whole "accept dragon egg = accept marriage proposal" concept and that you need to absolutely return the dragon egg back in order to break off the engagement. And of course you protest, because who tf would wanna give up a DRAGON EGG but you conceded to his request after Shotou borderline begged you to return it ("your father will kill me and Katsuki, princesss.")

Anyways, you write a letter to Katsuki, summoning him because you want to tell him something important and Katsuki practically skips his way over to your castle because he thinks you're about to confess your love for him as well.

By the time he comes, Dabi and Keigo are back from their "business" as well and are in their room while you have Katsuki in yours, where you begin to gently explain that you cannot accept the egg because you don't wanna get married just yet, and Kats is just starting to become heartbroken when just then, the egg hatches and a small baby dragon comes out and its just so small and cute that it has captivated both your and Katsuki's attention, and you guys dont even notice when Dabi and Keigo walk in on you two and then Dabi is just like-

"What the hell is that?!"

You and Katsuki looked at each other before you walked towards Dabi with the baby dragon still in your hands, you smiled softly.

"Dad... meet your grandchild!"

And both Dabi and Keigo's mouth are agape at your statement.

"What?" Dabi asks.

"Well, Katsuki and I are engaged-" "WHAT?!" "-yeah, and we have a baby to take care of now." You said casually as you cooed at the baby dragon, while Katsuki puffed his chest and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"Get your hands off her before I rip your arm off!" Dabi gritted and the threat worked.

Meanwhile, Keigo just addded more oil to the fire. "So- Y/n, you're telling me you birthed a dragon? That thing came out of you? Or did it come out of Katsuki-"And that seemed enough for Dabi to finally lose control and pounce on Katsuki.

"YOU DEFILED MY DAUGHTER?! IM GONNA KILL YOU!"

"No, dad! We are engaged and I sent him away-"

"YOU WERE GONNA LEAVE HER ALONE TO RAISE YOUR MONSTER?!"

And you are barely able to get in the way and let Katsuki flee (of course, u promise him to meet again soon)

#yandere royal gay au #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere bakugo #yandere katsuki #yandere katsuki bakugo #yandere hawks #yandere hawks x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines

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lolita-lollipop · 4 months

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Bnha Masterlist

Katsuki Bakugo

yandere barbarian bakugo x reader x dragon kirishima

Kiribaku: calling them dad

Yandere dragon kirishima x reader x yandere dragon king bakugo

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere Bakusquad Werewolf Au

Yandere Bakudeku

Yandere Older brother Bakugo

Bakudeku x sick reader

Bakusquad rapunzel Au

Protective best friend bakugo

Bakusquad x naive reader

Naga kiribaku Au

Caretaker Robots BakuDEku x reader

Bakushoto x reader with seperation anxiety

KiriBaku x abused reader

Yandere father bakugo: he snaps

Security guard bakugo x child reader

Yandere bakuDeku x abandoned reader

Izuku Midoria

Villain Deku H'Cs

Yandere Bakudeku

Yandere father Izuku x stolen daughter of Bakugo

Bakudeku x sick reader

Yandere Villain Deku x Reader

tododeku x sick reader

Shinso

Yandere Shinso x reader x Denki

Yandere older brother shinso allowing reader out

Yandere villain shinso

Yandere shinso: marriage

Villain shinso x reader x villain denki

yandere shinso x reader x yandere denki werewolf Au

Denki Kaminari

Yandere Shinso x reader x Denki

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere villain Denki x Reader x yandere Villain Kirishima

Villain shinso x reader x villain denki

yandere shinso x reader x yandere denki werewolf Au

Shouta Aizawa

Yandere father aizawa x teenage reader

Sugar Daddy Aizawa x broke! college reader

Erasermic "I hear a symphony" x reader

Erasermic x sick reader

Yandere Aizawa x anxiety ridden reader

Erasermic: competition between Aizawa and Mic

Erasermic: favoritism

Siren Au erasermic x child! reader

Erasermic x anxiety reader

Father Aizawa x kidnapped reader

Ghost Aizawa x Teen reader

Aizawa x medium reader

Aizawa taking care of depresed reader

Aizawa with a reader who has an emotional attachment to stuffed animal

Present Mic

yandere villain hizashi x reader

Erasermic "I hear a symphony" x reader

Erasermic x sick reader

Soft yandere Mic x teen reader

Erasermic: competition between Aizawa and Mic\

Erasermic: favoritism Pt:2

Kirishima

Yandere Kirishima x escaped child reader

Kiribaku: calling them dad

Yandere dragon kirishima x reader x yandere dragon king bakugo

Yandere Bakusquad Coraline Au

Yandere Father kirishima: making him angry Pt:2

Soft! yandere kirishima

Yandere villain Denki x Reader x yandere Villain Kirishima

Yandere kirishima: the little moments

Yandere Kirishima x reader: cuddling

Yandere bakuDeku x abandoned reader

Erasermic Family

Erasermic family coraline Au x reader Pt:2 Pt:3

Yandere erasermic family: Siren Au Pt:2

Erasermic family wonderland Au x reader Pt:2

Erasermic Family x unwilling reader

Royal erasermic Au x Cinderella reader Pt:2

Yandere erasermic: telling them you're pregnant

Demon Erasermic x reader Pt:2

Yandere Erasermic Family: Eri Snaps

Yandere erasermic: meeting 1A on accident

"crickets" erasermic x runaway reader

Todoroki

Bakushoto x reader with seperation anxiety

tododeku x sick reader

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ofmermaidstories · 10 months

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merms, for the mashup game i am asking for royal au + florist au for weeds x bakugo. i am asking for surrender: the period fic version lmao. only if you want of course!

omg. okay LMAO. ur wish is my command. 😌✨

You’re abed, dream-slow and almost under when you’re startled awake by the pounding at your door.

Even with the bustle of the Autumn festival preparations, the town had been quiet without the regiment and their patrols. You would not have admitted it out-loud, but you missed the sight of them—the flash of their armour in the sun as they moved through the streets. The stark brightness of their capes, like festival banners. Haru had noticed, you think—trying to demand you out of your worry and your wistfulness by pressing his wild games at you, or hiding the little wooden soldiers Ser Kirishima had carved him among the flowers of the shop.

They are now dotted around your little home, tonight—standing guard as you stumble to your door, still half-asleep. You pause before it when the silence stretches, wondering if perhaps you dreamt it—but then the banging starts again, and fear erupts within you. It could be Akane, or Haru, some kind of disaster befalling one of them—

You do not expect it to be your knight, wild-eyed and breathing hard as he stares up at you from the step.

“Ser—Ser Bakugou!” You croak, opening your door further for him in a silent invitation. “I don’t—has something—?”

In the torchlight of the street, his hair glows gold, the metal of his armour dull, burnished. Your eyes flicker over him, looking for wound or struggle but when you dare to meet his eyes again the knight is scowling, gripping the doorframe so tightly you fear that he will crack the wood.

“You’re whole,” he says, incredulous. It’s not a question, and startles you more than his frenzied midnight banging.

“Yes,” you say, bewildered. “Do I have cause—not to be?”

His jaw tightens as he lets his gaze roam over you in kind; it could almost burn a path along you, scar you, so intense is his assessment and your skin prickles in answer. Though the chemise you went to bed in is modest, brushing your toes and elbows in its length, you feel uneasy. Flimsy. In his armour still, his forest-green cape, Ser Bakugou is dressed for war—solid and imposing as he stands on your threshold. You, in your thin cotton, are unsubstantial before him—woefully unprepared to receive him, barefoot and still warm from your bed.

His eyes are wine-dark, in the night, lip curling as though the same thoughts have occurred to him. You try not to feel as though you are dressed in smoke before him, and focus on the taut pull of his neck, where it’s bare above his collar.

“You’re whole,” he repeats, breathing in sharply, the pulse in his throat jumping. “You’re—dammit! M’gonna kill him!”

The street behind him is empty; it makes his outburst louder. He looks livid to have found you alive and unhurt.

“I’m sorry to hear that displeases you,” you say mildly, earning you a dark glare. “But you cannot stand here, so—come inside, quickly.”

The knight is coiled tightly; tense, primed for a fight. It takes him a slow moment to follow when you retreat into your home, his boots heavy against the wooden floor.

Your home is small, tucked into the back of your little shop as it is. You were proud of it, normally. In the daytime it was warm with the light from the windows. Now, in the night, you move around it silently, lighting what candles you can and filling the space with their flickering.

Ser Bakugou does not sit, standing like one of Haru’s little wooden knights as you restoke the fire of the hearth. The back of your neck pricks with his attention, silent and watchful as you move the kettle back over your stove for him.

“There’s some stew left,” you say to break the silence, turning back to him. His face, serious and smooth in the low light, doesn’t change and your heart thumps wildly in response. You knew what to do with your knight usually, when he was rambunctious or rude or demanding; but this version of him, standing so still and watching you with sharp eyes is foreign to you.

You glance away from him, your heart rabbit-fast, darting amid the garden of your hopes and your fears. There was no reason to react so, around him—but even as you think that you know it a lie, remembering how your lips had parted against his, the last time you were together.

Perhaps your knight was thinking of the same moment. When you set a plate of bread down on your small table for him, a small jug of oil, he doesn’t move—eyes on your face instead, as though he could read your heart through it.

“You must be tired,” you say, desperate for some response from him that wasn’t his looming. He had to be, though; the butcher had only been telling Akane a week ago that the regiment was meant to have made it to the further most town south. A journey that would take weeks, even on horseback.

Instead of replying, Ser Bakugou’s eyes flicker over the table, taking in the bread, the oil you’ve laid out—and one of Haru’s little soldiers, guarding the meal faithfully.

“They’ve been keeping me company,” you say, trying for cheer. “And I’m glad of it. It’s—it’s been lonely in town, without you.”

It’s only when his eyes slide back to yours, sharpening his face you realise your mistake; you had meant without them, Ser Bakugou and the other knights, their noise and activity. But his mouth flattens, coming to some unspoken decision, you think, as he steps closer—his cloak catching at the edge of your table before it pulls away as he edges closer to you.

“I thought you dead,” he says, quiet and low into the space between you. “All ‘cause some idiot rode into camp—ramblin’.”

You think you might combust, your heart is holding itself so tightly. They were meant to be weeks away—

“You—you rode so far?” you whisper, uselessly. At your back the fire of the hearth is warm—what his face catches of its light makes him glow, makes his eyes glow like embers and you wonder what he sees as he stares at you, so close.

He smells of horse—of salty sweat and the campfire sweetness of his magic that follows him everywhere. You swallow, all too aware of how his nostrils flare at the motion, like he could feel it in his own throat.

“Yeah,” he says, rough. “I rode that far.”

For you, he doesn’t add. He might as well have whispered it against your ear—you shudder and he catches your arms, your elbows, one hand brushing along you to the nape of your neck, pulling you into him further as you tilt towards him.

“Y’re alright,” he says, half question, hot against your mouth. His armour is cold and hard against you and your cotton and you can only nod.

“We’re alright,” you whisper back, his lips parting against yours in answer before he curses, soft, and kisses you.

#prompts and drabbles and other things #surrender-fic verse

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cosmosis · 1 year

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s. todoroki - fantasy + hybrid au (pt. 1)

inspired slightly by @willowser ‘s dragon king bakugo story

Bred specifically for both supernatural beauty and terminal murder, Shouto Todoroki grew to realize that he is no longer human, but a beast. Hybrid breeders intricately crafted him to be the perfect specimen; a high-end snow leopard with the killing instincts of a true carnivore, but the aesthetics of a misunderstood prince.

Which is exactly what he was.

Shouto was property, his existence only being for entertainment of the King, and to kill. Every day of his life was spent either within the cold bars of a cage, or the bloodstained colosseum where he fought for his life. All will only see the surface of Shouto; a well-bred, lethal animal. Not a human in the slightest, not a person in the slightest.

Yet, he can speak, he can observe, and he can change his appearance to resemble man.

. . .

Caught for stealing fruit from a man, the royal guards of the King took you by arms to be mercilessly thrown into the colosseum. Despite your foul screams and curses for freedom, you were forced through the massive gates of the area, left with nothing but your pride, and a pocket knife.

You were tossed in, and immediately, you scrambled back towards the now closed gates, two guards grinning at you with malicious smirks. Through your claws and pries to open the gates, the two men took their leave, leaving you for dead.

You could hear the cheers and cries of numerous townspeople echoing as you turn around, gazing towards the distant other end of the arena. A dark shadow casts over the opposing end of you, and you can only see two feline eyes.

A deep, ferocious growl omits across from you, coursing a violent chill down your spice. You hear the soft paws of an animal, and all you can do is clutch your pocket knife for comfort.

The beast slowly, steadily steps forward into the light of the sun, finally illuminating himself to your gaze.

The way the leopard pierces you with his gaze, the way he slowly paces around you in a circle makes you feel as though you’re being hunted, that you’re the prey destined to die.

The sheer size of the leopard scares you, and you’re almost certain that you would lose if you tried to defend yourself against him. The claws, the glare, and the teeth say it all for you.

The crowd all suddenly goes silent as the giant leopard pauses in front of you, as if they all know what’s about to happen next. Anticipation rises, and all the audience seems to want to leap out of their seats.

You can feel the leopards’ gaze as you clutch your knife with shaky hands, and he looks directly into your own eyes.

You freeze, and you see all the untended wounds and scratches on the animal. Though his fur coat shines silver, there’s a bleak sag to it that you can only see if you squint. Despite the lingering feeling of death nearby, you cannot help but have sympathy for the creature.

He just looks so sad, and so very miserable.

You drop your knife to the ground with a ‘clank’, taking a deep breath to yourself.

Despite all the fear that you feel, you let out your hand in front of the beast, urging him to sniff at your hand like you would a stray cat. Because that’s what he is; a cat.

The leopard surprisingly flinches, sensing no threat to your hand, yet still ogling at your tiny hand like he doesn’t know what to do with it.

The crowd’s so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

“You sniff it, y’know?“ You mutter, so kindly, so softly.

Shouto understands, and he hears you. There’s no knife on you, no harm to you. Should he listen?

He does.

Ever-so-slowly, the leopard takes a step forward, looking hesitant to smell your hand. Eventually though, he does, pressing his wet nose to your hand to sniff at the soft skin of your knuckles.

His previously ferocious eyes dilate at your scent, and Shouto starts getting deeper into it, discreetly, shyly rubbing his face all over your hand, and even your wrists. He’s never smelled something so sweet, and so wonderful. You’re too kind to be real, too lovely to even possibly be human, a species that Shouto believes to be cruel, foul, and malicious.

Murmurs start to file through the crowd, and there’s a confused, unsatisfied energy in the air. Where is the fight, the bloodshed?

You peer upwards at the King’s viewing balcony, noticing the royal discreetly speak to a few guards. Shouto continues to rub himself onto you, and you take that as gentle permission to scratch his head.

From there, he just melts, provided with the affection and love he’s been craving so long for- a starved man in front of a platter of food.

“Alright, missy, we’re gonna have to take it over from here.“

You hear the voices of the guards from earlier, and instantly, you scowl in pure disgust. Both guards host spears in their hands, and the giant metal gates slowly swing open.

“Step away from the beast!“

One of the guards barks at you, and you’re frozen, unsure of what to do.

“I said, step away!“

One guard takes initiative, charging towards you with a metal spear in clutch. You surge back to save yourself from the guard, and you regretfully tear your hand from Shouto.

Just as a guard manages to meet his spear with your heart, Shouto snarls unlike you’ve ever heard before, shattering the wooden bar of the spear with his jaws. The guard cowers away, and Shouto pounces for him, scratching the guard’s face enough to draw blood. You gasp in horror, and Shouto spots the very obviously open gate behind the remaining guard.

You almost think that Shouto goes to bite your arm off when he mouths the sleeve of your dress, growling and tugging at you towards the open gates. Frantically, Shouto tugs you, then looks at his own back, seemingly ushering you to quickly!!! get onto his back.

It takes you a moment to realize, but you quickly scramble onto Shouto’s back, desperately gripping his fur coat to keep yourself from tumbling off.

Instantly, Shouto takes the queue to run, as fast as he ever has before; for freedom, for the chance to escape this hellhole. The leopard charges for the gates at full speed, and you curl yourself into Shouto’s back, pressing your cheek against his fur.

Both you and leopard burst through the gates, escaping the shouts of all the audience, and the curses of the guards. Shouto runs off, dashing through the townsmarket and crashing through numerous carts and tents filled with goods.

At last, you see the distant flutter of trees, and you hesitantly turn around, ensuring yourself that no guards have managed to follow the two of you. There isn’t, and you huff a sigh of relief as Shouto slows his run into the forest.

#shouto todoroki #todoroki #shouto #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #reader insert #fluff #fantasy au #hybrid au #bnha #mha #cosmosis-writes ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

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hydrangeasimagination · 1 year

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Enough Rope

Royal Gay AU - An alternate universe created by @i-cant-sing surrounding Yandere BNHA Characters making up different kingdoms, where in which the Reader's is the daughter of Dabi and Hawks. Though reluctantly; as the relationship is strained by the murder of her mother.

Pairing(s): Sultan! Dabi / Todoroki Touya X Courtesan! Hawks / Takami Keigo || Implied! Barbarian Prince! Bakugo Katsuki X She/Her! Sultana! Reader, Implied! Past! Akaguro Chizome / Stain X Reader's Mother

Summary: It was inevitable that you'd take the throne, you were groomed you're whole life for it. But never did Dabi think you'd have to take it so young. Nor in the matter you took it.

A/N: I wanted to get some vindication, Dabi and Hawks absolutely boil my blood in this AU so I kinda get to be a little vicious. The reader looks like her mum but has Dabi’s eyes, also uses SHE/HER and is referred to as Sultana.

(My addition of Stain + his relationship with her mother are non-canonical to the actual series.)

Warning(s): Character Death/Murder. Blood. Obsessive/Possessive Behavior. Reader is staging a coup. Angst. Cursing. Crying. Parental Death.

... You looked so much like your mother.

The royal colors looked beautiful on you, dripping in golds and silks. Ornate and elaborate, the veil settled on top of your head accentuated the set of white pearls that crowned it. Today of all days, anyone that gazed upon the newly coronated sultana and was absolutely mesmerized by the beauty that was even rule.

You even threw out the traditional blues and were wrapped in a beautifully dyed peachy pink.

Your late mother's favorite color.

In your throne, sat upon the cushion, alongside a blond prince about your age.

While his fingers entwined with one, you lifted the other delicate hand - fingers adorned with your grandmother's rings - to silence the room.

Dabi knew this day would eventually come, that he'd see you become Sultana with conviction and ambition running through your veins. A time he'd hope to be alive to see, with Keigo beside him.

He was still amazed to see it, despite his disdain for the colors you chose and holding that dragon brat's hand just to spite him.

... But as he was in chains, there was little to be done.

His daughter, so frail and weak, usurped the throne from him in one fell swoop.

Her soft little hands dug into his chest to rip out his heart, covering the innocent skin in the blood of his stabbed back. Her soft little self reaching out to the cruelly harmed citizens of their home to call them to her side.

As he looked up at his daughter, who looked almost 10 years older. Her eyes glaring icy daggers through him like he was nothing was perhaps the worst thing of all.

Keigo is bruised from the chains, wings nonexistent, as Enji took care in scorching them down to nothing. He was a mess and struggling, hissing at the guard, who proceeded to slam the man into the floor.

"Show some respect to the new Sultana." Kai commanded, clearly enjoying seeing how the blond practically foamed at the mouth.

"She's my daughter," He hissed between his teeth, "Know your place."

Your gaze sharpened and your voice boomed, "Do not speak, whore, lest I have Akaguro tear your tongue between your teeth."

Dabi briefly mulled over the fact that you sounded so much like him, authoritarian, an intense need to just... Collapse, washing though him as he realized what monster he'd created. He can't speak, he just stared at you.

Keigo looked shocked and indignant at your insult and order, opening his mouth to chide you for language before fingers snapped out and gripped his tongue.

The mercenary was someone deeply close to your mother when they were young, her sense of charity and kindness reached his heart.

Someone that she probably would've married if not for the caste system. He was selfish and he loved her, but keeping her safe from his life of crime meant that he had to let her go... He would.

Akaguro adored you as easily as he did his beloved friend.

So hearing that you were torn apart by the death of your mother, meant he was the perfect sword to point at the opposition.

In pure combat ability, Dabi didn't stand a chance.

Chizome looked to you as your father did.

The latter can see the satisfaction in your eyes, a smile so gentle and relaxed that he wondered how long it had been since he's seen you like that. How long it had been since he’d seen this expression directed at him.

“Let go for now.” You sweetly said, eyes falling over your father.

Before, he took pride in your eyes.

They were blue, the bluest of blue, like his.

As they coldly took him in, as they hardened to ice and threatened to burn him down... He wondered where everything started to go wrong.

You leaned forward a bit.

Your burning gaze didn’t leave him.

Deepening, darkening.

“Do you love me daddy?” You asked softly, so softly that he almost didn’t hear you.

It was shocking, jarring, even more heartbreaking when your eyes instead fill with tears past all the anger.

A sadness that chilled him to the bone.

Breaking his aching heart further.

Especially as your voice trembled, watery.

Just...

Sent a spike of panic straight down to his gut.

Was this why you did it?

Because you believed he didn’t love you anymore?

“Of course.” He didn’t hesitate, didn’t breath as he watched your face.

“Then...” You frown, looking as if you were about to start crying. “Then would you kill for me?”

“Always.”

He meant it.

He’d done it before.

“T - then why do you keep hurting me? Why do you keep hurting my feelings?”

The sob that filled your questions just broke him.

Ripping into his ribcage so painfully that he felt himself feel faint.

“Why did you keep Keigo around knowing I hated him? Knowing that I couldn’t stand him?” You hiccupped, the blond beside you turning to wipe your face with his hands “Is... Is it because you love him more than me?”

“NO!!!” He nearly screamed.

His eyes were wide, manic.

Panic pounding his senses as he realized why you might have done what you did.

That the heartbreak drove you into taking control because you felt unloved.

That he drove you into it.

“Prove it...”

Your blue eyes remained set on him.

There’s cold steel suddenly in his hands, a dagger, long and ornate.

“Kill him.”

A terrified face filled his vision as he turned to his concubine, his former concubine, helpless. He opened his mouth, to beg or plead or speak, Dabi didn’t care. Even as his mind’s eye reminded him of the nights they spent together.

He didn’t love this bastard.

He now knew.

Knew that Keigo caused all of this.

His presence alone made you think that your father didn’t love you more than everything in the whole world. That drove the ugly thoughts of replacement into your lives.

Keigo took you from him too.

He brought the knife down.

Again and again and again and again.

The knife came down in a frenzy, wrenching horrible noises from Keigo’s throat.

Sobs for mercy, of apology.

“Da... bi....”

Dabi slowly returned to his mind’s eye, shaking.

Blood saturated him, from body to hair.

Staring down at the red soaked face of his former lover.

He felt nothing but contempt.

Nothing but hatred pouring through his veins.

A free feeling settled in his heart.

He looked at you, shakily smiling, “See?... I didn’t love him. I could never love him more than you.”

You stared.

Doe eyes wide and soft, still wet and dark.

The smile that graced your lips warmed his heart.

But also confused him.

Why did you look so sad all of a sudden?

“... Darling?”

You didn’t respond and looked behind him, nodding slowly.

“I’m sorry daddy, but there needs to be blood.” There’s almost a shame in you, heavy bags now seen as the light fell from the skylight.

Making you look like the gift from the gods you were.

He didn’t understand.

“And the people have suffered for long enough without retribution.”

Katsuki wrapped his arms around you, tucking you to his chest, kissing the crown of your head.

It made Dabi angry but he was confused more than anything.

“I do love you.” You said quietly. “But I can’t let you live.”

The pain lasted for a moment, just a moment.

He coughed, spitting up blood.

Akaguro’s hands were red, face almost solemn.

Dabi is still looking at you, in the face of his beloved daughter, still with crying eyes and sadness pouring from every pore. The vestiges of his vision begin darkening, body cold.

“I wished things could have been different.”

He did too.

The last thing he saw was the bluest of eyes.

Eyes bore instead by the face of his late wife.

... You really did just look like your mother.

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k4shixe · 4 months

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Street Rat.

Request; can you write a oneshot featuring Izuku and all might in an Aladdin AU please?

Characters; Izuku as “Aladdin” , All Might (Yagi Toshinori) as “Genie” , Bakugo (Kacchan) as “Aladdin’s Monkey, Abu”

A.U; Aladdin A.U.

Warnings; Theft, brief mention of someone getting killed, not proofread, (I think thats all, lmk if there’s more)

Word Count; Almost 2k

Summary; Izuku always has to survive with whatever he can get and gettjng chased by guards until one night he finds an oil lamp that changes his life.

“Thank you for the bread!” Izuku says as he runs down the street to a cart with fruit. The street was filled with merchants who were there to make their daily earn to provide for their families. Although Izuku didn’t have anyone to provide for but himself, he did need a way to feed himself. Was it a selfish act? Yes, indeed it was, but he had to do what he needed to survive, besides he did thank the sellers as well as apologise to them.While running he grabs a some goods like an apple and a few tangerines, quickly stuffing them in his sack before running around the fruit stall.

“He’s over their! Get that thief!” One guard says as 2 more charge towards Izuku. He takes a sharp left turn and slides under a stall which has a cloth covering all sides below the table. He takes a deep breath before hearing the guards questioning everybody on the way over.

“Have you seen a green haired boy with a potato sack?” A heavy voice says as another stomps around.

“Oh maybe… but it’ll cost a little something” a lighter voice answers back to the guard and next he here him scream in pain and Izuku shivers at the thought of him being next. He may have been breathing a bit too loud when he feels something rough grab his leg and pull him from under the table.

“Their you are.” The guard smirks. Izuku looks around for the other guards who are busy dealing with the guy who thought he could trick the royal guards for some cash. He turns back to the one holding him.

“May I add that I’m also extremely sorry” He says with an apologetic smile before he tried shaking out of the guards grip and accidentally hitting the guard on the face as he was swinging.

“Oh your gonna get it now kid!” The guard says and wipes the spot he got hit on before something pulls his hat down, making him unable to see.

“Nice work Kacchan!” Izuku says as his pet monkey goes on his shoulder. He quickly retrieves the sack and runs off before any of the guards notice. Izuku climbed up the building and entered through the window of an abandoned building. Most entrances for the building were blocked off but he managed to move the plank enough to get through at the back if the building where people wouldn’t consider going.

“That was a close one” He sighs as he gets out a tangerine and peeled it open before handing it to Kacchan.

Izuku took a piece of bread while he looked infront if him thinking of his next move.

What should I do now?

I can’t keep living like this, can I?

He took a deep breath and dusted himself off as he got up. “I’m going out. Stay here, okay?” Izuku says as he takes the bag of food. And climbs down the building.

Izuku walks through the night market, a few lights illuminate the street as people walk to each stall to purchase things, it feels almost magical. Almost. Izuku was still on high alert as the guards never stop looking for the ‘criminals’ that are wanted, especially the people they consider ‘a problem for the public’. He stopped by some children who needed some food and handed them some of every he had in the sack. Leaving a tangerine and a small piece of bread for himself and his friend (Kacchan).

He stayed clear of everyone who seemed of importance as he also looked at what each stall was offering. Fruits, clothes, jewellery, just the norm. He walked to the back where there was one stall standing near the end of the street as buildings surrounded it, and the stall didn’t seem to have a seller. He stalked the items on the table, which seemed to only have things for decoration such as rugs, vases and, oh, a beautiful looking oil lamp. How nice. It seemed like it would cost a pretty penny so why not borrow it and resell it to the seller or perhaps to someone else who would pay more?

Izuku looked around, making sure it was clear and stuffed it into his sack. Did he feel guilty? Yes. But it was for a good cause, right? He would buy something from the owner after he got some money to make up for the oil lamp. He went back to his little place he called home but stopped when he heard a few people on the other side.

“We say him go in there chief. We saw his pet leave through a gap somewhere. Maybe the back?”

Oh. No. Izuku turned around and walked as fast as he could, trying to not make a sound. Maybe if they do here something they’ll think its a bird? He continued walking until he made it back to the centre of the town. He found an old cloth that he wrapped himself with to cover his face and hair and wondered around the ends of the town looking for a place to stay for the night. He found a small looking house. It didn’t look like much but it no one was living in it so it was his best shot for survival. He entered through the back of the building and sat in a room with not much entrances except for a window that he could fit through to escape.

Izuku sighed as he dropped the sack on the floor, he heated a ‘clank’ type of sound as his sack hit the floor. He dropped down next to the sack and opened it up revealing the oil lamp that he had ‘borrowed’. It was an old, antique looking thing. One that you’d find in a palace of some sort. It had a few bread crumbs and some juice from the now squished tangerine. He scrunched his face up at the smell he hadn’t noticed before. He shook his head and stood up before dumping whatever was left in the sack out on the floor. He grabbed the end of the sack and used that as a cloth to clean off whatever was on the lamp.

“Gonna need to clean this if I want to sell it for a good price and pay back the owner”

He rubbed it gently, making sure it isn’t going to leave a mark and as he was an thick smoke emerged from the lamp, blinding Izuku.

He threw the lamp on the floor, coughing out the dust that he breathed in when a bright yellow light lit up the dark-end room.

“Who seems to woken me from my slumber?” A deep, strong voice spoke put from the smoke. Izuku squinted his eyes to see through the fog, the only thing he could make out was a figure of someone while waving the smoke away from his face.

“Oh. Its just you.” The voice spoke again.

Izuku looks up again after finishing his coughing fit and made out a muscular looking man, with no legs? How could that be possible?

“How did you find me human?”

“Huh? Wha- Wait a minute! You- your a genie! I thought they were just myths but I guess I was wrong! Oh my god!” Izuku kept mumbling on, the man, who Izuku found out was a genie thanks to the many books he had read after he ‘borrowed’ them.

“Hey! I was meant to give you an introduction!”

“Oh um sorry” Izuku looked down embarrassedly.

“I am the great All Might! I am indeed a genie in a lamp and I can grant you 3 wishes!”

Izuku stared at shock. This has to a joke right? This can’t be real? “Pinch me.” He accidentally whispers instead if thinking.

“Sure!” The genie extended his arm and pinched Izuku, making him jump. Izuku rubbed the spot that the genie had just pinched.

“I wasn’t being literal!”

“Sorry! Young man!”

“My name is Izuku”

“Gotcha!” The great All Might replied as he gave a double thumbs up.

“What would you like to wish for? A better house? To become rich? Oh, how about both!” All Might says as he magicked up a few things to represent what he meant. Izuku thought for a moment. This was a big opportunity to do whatever he wants, but what should he wish for? Money and wealth would be the obvious choice but what more could he wish for? Taking a deep breath, Izuku gathered up his thoughts and decided to wish for a mix of the obviously options.

“I wish… to be a prince.”

“Done!” All Might snapped his fingers but nothing had changed, why?

“What why hasn’t anything changed? I asked to become a prince” Izuku asked confused as what just happened.

“Yes! And now you are!”

“What about the palace and money?”

“Im sorry but you didnt ask for that”

Izuku furrowed his brows in confusion.

“But princes have all that stuff?”

“Ohhh, I see, you wanted to become a rich and famous prince. Fine. One famous prince coming right up!” All Might stretched his arms before waving his hand around and doing another snap with his fingers. Izuku had blinked and when he had opened them he was now in a palace.

He looked around, speechless at the drastic changes around him. A tall marble inside, with priceless and luxurious artifacts are placed and decorated around the room.

“Now! Young man! Your second wish?” The genie pointed up two fingers in a ‘peace’ sign as he smiled hugely. Izuku thought for a minute before smiling at the thought of his next wish.

“I wish for everyone who’s struggling to have a safe place to live with enough food and water to survive”

The genie smiled wider at this wish.

“What a kind young man you are Izuku!” All Might snapped his fingers, although it seemed nothing had happened, Izuku had learned the first time that it has already been put in place. He walked towards the window of the palace and looked outside at the moon, shining brightly, lighting up the town. In the corner of his eye he had noticed something moving and by the time he had moved his head, something had jumped on his face which he had recognised to be “Kacchan! There you are! I was getting worried about you” The animal climbed on Izuku’s head, eating an apple he had picked up on the way. The happy moment was disturbed by someone clearing there throat. Izuku turned his head to remember the genie, All Might, who had been waiting for His last wish.

“What is your third and final wish Young Izuku? All Might the genie says, awaiting his response. Izuku thought for a moment, he has now have everything he ever wanted and needed. Wealth, safety of everyone and freedom… Thats when it clicked in Izuku’s mind.

“I wish for you to be free All Might!” He says with a smile so big and eyes glistening in the moon light. The genie hesitated for a second, thinking back at what he said. Him have freedom? “Really?” All Might says, still not believing it.

“Yes! You’ve done so much for me!”

All Might looked up Izuku, and hugged him, Izuku was a bit taken aback but leaned into the hug too.

“Are you sure Young man?” Izuku nodded his head and The genie stepped back, giving a small wave to Izuku, before snapping his fingers and vanishing. Only thing left behind was the rusty looking oil lamp with its lid off, that was left with a small note.

‘Thank you’ - All Might

A/n; I have gotten this request a few months ago and have been slowly working on it, due to school and some other stuff I haven’t gotten the time to finish it until now. Im sorry but I hope you enjoy! @princeasimdiya12

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #alternative universe #aladdin au #mha izuku #izuku midoriya #yagi toshinori #all might #kacchan #bnha bakugo katsuki

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mysteriesmuse · 11 months

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Blushy Breezeways 💕🍃

When he’s not following you around like a puppy dog he’s busy in the guard yard. Sparing with his fellow guardsmen, running with his fellow guardsmen, lifting, sprinting, swimming, you name it. Getting the blood rushing and keeping up his physicality so that he can continue being the best and continue being around you as often as he is. And obviously you know exactly when he’s off doing his mandatory training because he leaves and some other guy comes to follow you around. Although the replacement is nowhere near as fun to have hanging around as Bakugou is. Which is precisely why you’ve decided to schedule your day how it is. Meeting with other dukes and princes and diplomats and making boorish conversation as you give them a tour of the castle including the royal courtyard which neighbors the guard yard. The breezeways lined with yellow roses and cheery wisteria that flutter down into your shoulders as you put in face and chat with these young suitors and sometimes your own advisors, depending on your schedule. And both companies allow you the privilege of catching glimpses of Bakugou doing his mandatory training.

You knew his credentials: superior hand-to-hand, excellent swords play, excellent archery, skilled horsemen, skilled mediator (not that you could see that one based on his rather brutish tongue, but apparently being a solid brick of steely eyes and muscle qualified in that department) and detached as his personality, which you would now strongly argue with.

Anyone who was allowed to be directly assigned in your presence must be fairly good, but you’d never actually saw him do any of it. He just followed you around and put up with some of your delightful escapades and frantic whims. Usually just going along with it because what else could he do? And because your kingdom was so well liked and respected you’d never had any problems with anyone so he’d never done anything in his actual job description, thankfully, but that still didn’t mean you weren’t curious as to what the man could do. You caught glimpses of him being off duty around the castle before and you knew what sheer strength and power he had based on those frankly embarrassing partner lessons he’d been roped into. The man was better looking than any marble statue or royal painting in the kingdom.

And who were you to say that you didn’t want to see it. That you didn’t want to sneak at least a sliver of a peek. It’s in your birthright to know exactly what’s in your presence everyday, right? Wanting to see your guard without a shirt hmm well I guess thats fair game under those stretchy rules and conditions you gave yourself. And so, you planned it that way in those hopes, but you never succeeded. Apparently they train with everything on too! Ridiculous! But you continued anyway. Parading around half-listening to attendants, advisors, assistants, and suitors talk your ear off. And Bakugou, despite being busy with his own tasks, noticed. For heavens sake he has your damn schedule memorized to help make sure you’re in the right place at the right time. You know, pertaining to however you felt at any given moment. He liked watching you debate on canceling, pacing around the room when sick or stressed, only to meekly smile and politely decline whenever some attendant came to fetch you. Bakugou espically liked it because he loved to glare at the weasely guy who dragged you to-and-for. Which he’d sometimes get chastised for right after, but ultimately you’d sigh and thank him.

“I ain’t your scary guard dog for nothing princess. There’s perks, use me.” At first when Bakugou glanced at your adjusted schedule he nearly had a heart attack. Because why on earth are you parading around with these losers in the courtyards breezeway, what happened to the royal library, or tearoom, or maze? Okay well, he knew what happened to the royal maze. You had a terrible sense of directions and they have had a few incidents where some garden employees have come back into the castle asking for him to come “get” you or “find” you. Because somehow you could get to the middle with the bench and fountain just fine, but you just could not get back out of the maze. And so he’d march in and exclaim, “oh there you are. It’s time to get going.” To which you always looked extremely relieved and would chatter on and on about how lovely it was chatting with whatever man it was and you’d wave him off at the doors. Always none the wiser those guys. Except for Prince Todoroki who Katsuki actually liked, if you could call it that. Probably because you really liked him, something about having the two of you being diaper buddies and being menaces at some royal christening and causing a whole conundrum with the missing doves. Either way Prince Todoroki either took care to memorize the way out after the first couple of times or proceeded to insist he didn’t need to be shown the maze again. Thank god. So it made sense that they finally took that off your list of locations on these pointless tours. And Katsuki could guess that the breezeways were a safer less difficult destination for you to explore while you talked with these guys. And you looked ravishing while doing it. A full face of makeup and just the right amount of blush on your cheeks. The slope of your strong nose burrowing into dangling flowers when you brushed past. Your tiara nestled into your hair and causing more light fractals to bounce around in the guard yard than they already had because of the swords and metal. You looked incredible and he knew exactly what all those feathery touches to the elbow felt like. He knew when you actually found something funny because your laugh was more boisterous and noisy and joyful than anything one would guess because it rung out loud and clear, no matter how loud the clash of metal and the thumping of his own heart was. And so he knew he already had to push himself. He already had the drive to do that, but now he had to do it for you. To protect you, to impress you, and if he dared dream it to ask for your hand. Something that was astonishingly not out of reach because you were in line for the throne. You heard that correct. You weren’t the eldest child, thus not the direct heir of the throne. And there was a chance. A slim chance for him to impress everyone enough to marry you. So he put on a good show at all his royal duties. A good show that you particularly enjoyed, despite the disappointing presence of shirts and chainmail. Katsuki was a beast. Sprinting faster, lifting more, and more agile than any other man in his platoon. And occasionally you’d see him huff over to the side and put on more armor on top of what he had. You’d see him pick up a shield bigger than the rest. The one that held your families crest and fit with an emblazoned crown at the top that told everyone it was you. Because that crown held a glimmering red ruby. The royal gem picked out for you from birth. The same one you shared with your grandmother, the one you inherited on all your royal possessions. The same one that Katsuki shouldered now fighter against his platoon for a pretend you.

A beautiful beast of a man snarling and grunted as he attacked; offense and defense from the entire group. And anytime he did this particular exercise everything flew in one ear and out the other. You being deaf and mute as you watched. Which once earned you a sly grin and laugh as your friend patted your hand that was wrapped around his arm. Practically making you jump out of your skin with the incredibly unhelpful comment, “you should just talk to him,” attached to it, from your friend Prince Todoroki.

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theloveinc · 10 months

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my little pony au let’s go 👀

FOR BNHA??????????????? lmfaooooooooooooooo bet.

Doesn't really align w/ my individual HCs (if they even exist) for how each character would be as a pony, but Deku and Bakugo in this case are obvs students of Celestia (or maybe even Twilight?) studying to hone their magic, either to become royal guards or scholars of some sort (Deku was chosen for his lack of power initially, Bakugo because he's naturally gifted). Definitely their arguments are what gets them suspended from their studies and transferred into a new school where the other characters are.

Todoroki is clearly a natural alicorn, to everyone's CHAGRIN but esp. Bakugo's since that's part of his end goal of reaching royal-status. Kiri is training to be a royal guard alongside Iida... and the girls are??? I have no idea lol. Misogyny on my part tbh.

Anyway they all go to school there for who knows WHY, and maybe eventually get recruited into Twilight's army in trying to protect Equestria from whatever the hell was referenced in G5... or even The Pony League of Villains........ King Sombra is what's his face. All For One.

And so far, THAT'S ALL I GOT LMFAOOOOO. As for how they'd get to and act in Ponyville: who. the. hell. knows.

(Bakugo is either cream on cream colored or burnt orange and cream, Deku is... pale, pale green w/ forest colored mane??? And Todoroki is white w/ the same colored hair, ofc).

#rsijfailjsdhkfjkl sorry this is ridiculous #and actually weirdly seriously #either way caitie pony is waiting for bakugo pony #ive never been able to pick colors for myself uifhjakjdshf #but im def an earth pony or a really weak pegasi/unicorn #but enough abt ME #HAUEKJFMJKSEHSFMNAIUDSKCJ im embarrassed sorry if this wasnt what u were expecting #caitie things #caitie answers #anon #mlp

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candlecoo · 2 years

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How does the all might/AFO fight go down in the HMD?au? Is there still a rescue effort for bakugo or do the Royal guards put a stop to izuku running off?

Izuku's guards do attempt to prevent Izuku from running off but, izuku is skilled at slipping past his guards!!! So the kids still go out to rescue Bakugou but much to even more people's exasperation.

#his Majesty Deku? au #candle answers #ask the candle #bnha au #bnha #bnha headcannons

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fifteenthewolf · 6 months

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This was one of my first fanfictions!

This is a TodoDeku fantasy AU fanfic. I remember being so proud of this one, and I still don’t think it is too bad!

I got into writing in total almost five(?) months ago. This was one of the first, if not, THE first, fanfictions I actually liked that I wrote.

This is pretty long, seven chapters. And I ship KiriBaku as well, so I may have sprinkled hints of it.

(TW, my phone hates the name “Midoriya” so for the longest time, it kept autocorrecting it to “Midoryia” and this is the first one I have put on my phone, and I don’t really want to correct ALL the “Midoryia”s)

(There is cursing and mentions of death.)

(And please don’t bully me 😅. I do welcome constructive criticism, but make sure you make sure to add tips and not just bashing)

Okay, I hope that was enough. Now, onto the fanfic!

The Cold-Blooded Prince.

Prologue:

The air was crisp and fresh in the meadow. The world felt at peace as the young man bit into an apple. Upon the action he sat in silence, wondering why it was so hard for every day to be this filled with peace, even as he worries.

Chapter One.

-Prince Shoto-

Prince Shoto was known all across the kingdoms as the Cold-Blooded Prince. From his harsh, cold multi-colored eyes, to his red and white hair he was born with, symbolizing his mysterious 2 element magic. The Prince was recognized everywhere, likely one of the most recognized faces in all the kingdoms.

But not everyone had the whole story. No one had the whole story. It was kept within the walls of King Enji’s suffocating castle.

People always come to trust information they receive when they get it if they see it is entertaining or interesting enough. That’s how come the prince, Shoto is so cold. He spread the information all across the kingdoms so people would stay away from his father’s evil tyranny. Sacrificing the idea of friendship to try to put an end to his father’s rule.

But it still did not work, the King was still one of the most prosperous kingdoms in the world. From people who were bought to people who got trapped when they were just passing through. The King was no fair player.

Since Shoto’s efforts proved to waste, he awaited the day that his father would fall. His father stayed as the second most prominent kingdom for a long time. That was until the Might Kingdom fell to the kingdom crusher, All For One.

Now they were number one. And no one dared to defy the king. Many people came from all over to live in the now most prominent kingdom, especially those who were rendered homeless after their old kingdom fell. Now Shoto just remains alone, abused by his father, living as the Cold-Blooded Prince.

Friendless and numb, the Prince still awaited the day his father would fall. Never expecting a soul to actually care for him. To have a dear friend. He never noticed how much he needed it until he received it.

This is the story about how one life changed Shoto completely. And how that one sacrifice stood to protect many people. The story of a new beginning.

“Your Royal Highness.” One of Prince Shoto’s guards addressed as they bowed in respect. While still kneeling, facing the ground, the guard spoke, “For the past few months, every day there has been a boy, stealing. Every day he steals from the marketplace. “

“Why are you bothering me with a knight’s problem?” The cold Prince demands, his icy voice remaining calm. The guard starts to shiver, “I mean no offense Your Highness.” The guard stated, his tongue tripping on the words.

He was struggling to keep his tone even as he started to speak again, “I was just hoping you could spare some time to help your faithful knights. You see, the boy’s terribly clever and we have not even got a glimpse of his face because he is so quick. We have not seen him wield any magic, yet and even Head Knight Bakugo has failed to defeat him multiple times.”

The last part painted just a slight amount of concern on the two-toned Prince’s face. The guard looks up to catch a glimpse of the Prince’s expression. He finished the request saying, “we were hoping you could use your mystical Half Hot, Half Cold magic to beat the criminal”

“I never plan to use my father’s cursed magic! I will stay faithful to my mother!” The Prince says in an outburst then glares at the guard, the guard stood up and bowed again, looking closer to the ground, “Y-yes sir! I know how much you despise your father’s magic! I cannot believe I suggested such a thing as you using it!” The guard kept rambling apologies until the Prince silenced him, raising a hand, back to his icy, calm self.

“I never said I would not help you. I shall be prepared for when the thief returns.” Shoto signals for the guard to stand at attention, then speaks the word, “At ease.” The guard immediately relaxed his tense posture.

The guard shows a huge grin and flinches as if he is about to bow but stops himself, “thank you, my gracious Prince!” And Shoto nods as he tells him to alert him when the thief returns, after that, the guard leaves.

Chapter 2

-Prince Shoto-

Prince Shoto was entering the shimmering throne room, whilst thinking of the past.

He never forgot the way his mom had looked at his ugly, hideous side of his face that took after his dad. She had gone insane from it. Now she was gone. Taken away because his tyrant father.

His thoughts were interrupted, a guard had rushed into the throne room.

“Prince Shoto!” The guard urgently called, “The thief’s presence has been noted in the marketplace! We still don’t know what his face looks like or his name, but we can tell by the very distinct head of green hair!”

The straight faced Prince gazed back at the guard, “I’m on it” and he went and slipped into more comfortable clothing within seconds. The Prince called his personal guard, Kaminari and the head guard, Kirishima. They both agreed to help him if he couldn’t do the job alone.

The Prince rushed out, propelling himself into the air with his magic. Both Kaminari and Kirishima clinging onto him for dear life. The Prince would take down any enemy for his kingdom. This boy is to be no exception.

-Izuku Midoryia-

It has been years since that old incident with All For One. Midoryia had beaten the evil threat a couple months before. After that he decided to come to this Kingdom to try to make a living.

Until he gets a job, he is stuck stealing to get food for his comrades and himself. Midoryia thinks for a moment, I feel bad for being such a pest. I need to find a way to get accepted to a job, even when I am from a different kingdom. Then I can repay for all I have stolen, and apologize for the inconvenience.

All of his thoughts were cut off when he noticed something- or someONE falling right in front of him. It was the King’s son. Prince Shoto, the Cold-Blooded Prince.

Guess I’m in some deep trouble.

Midoryia gazed at the beauty of the young man who was called cruel everywhere he went. The beauty he had and the look of deep sorrow in his eyes all stood out to Midoryia. Then the Prince’s ice quirk comes blasting towards the young peasant.

Chapter 3

-Prince Shoto-

When Prince Shoto saw the boy with green hair standing before him, he struck at him with all of his ice magic. Kirishima and Kaminari then drop down and the Prince sees that the stubborn boy had dogged his full attack! It seems the boy is just as clever and fast as they say.

But it won’t be enough. Prince Shoto glances to take a look at the boy. He had wide green eyes and shaggy green hair.

Upon looking at the impish boy whom was muttering to himself at the moment, Prince Shoto wondered how this kid, probably just a few months older than Shoto but much smaller and less athletic looking, was such a challenge towards the guards! Towards Katsuki Bakugo!

The boy then smirked, as if catching a perfect idea and the Prince shrugs. Oh well, it’s his funeral. The Prince quickly sends clusters of ice at the boy without any warning.

Somehow the boy doges every. Single. One. Then he had the audacity to just stand on top of the last one and use it as a platform to stand on to seem taller.

Prince Shoto smiles faintly and move the ice, trying to get it to freeze the boy whole, but he evades the deadly attack simply.

“Ice magic has always intrigued me!” The cunning boy exclaimed, “But I was also hoping to see your fire magic as well!” He grinned, a big toothy grind showing all of his white teeth.

“Ice magic is super powerful! But with the skill set I possess at the moment, I’m afraid I can evade it easily. But with fire, it’s crazy! It is hard for me to defeat at the moment, so if you plan on winning, I suggest the fire, and bonus! It may melt that icy exterior of yours!” The boy suggested, his smile getting more and more cocky.

I shoot him an icy glare, “I don’t ever plan to use my father’s fire magic. Not now. Not ever” I practically spit the words out.

The boy frowns, “Why, is it because of your stupid da-“ he looks at all the knights around him, “Uh, I mean HONORABLE KING?” He chuckles for a spit second, then gives me a super serious look.

“Then you have to drop that very idea!” He says, “Shoto the Cold-Blooded Prince, I see the deep sorrow hidden in your eyes. I want you to hear these words and remember them always. The fire is YOUR magic, not his!”

The kid’s eyes widen after he says that, seeming as if something just dawned on him, “DANG IT ALL! WHY DO I LIKE TO HELP OTHERS SO MUCH THAT I FORGET MY PERSONAL PROBLEMS?!? I HAVE STARVING COMRADES AND I AM JUST AM HERE TALKING TO YOU? I AM SO LATE, SEE YOU LATER PRINCE-Y!!!”

The boy scurries away so fast no one was able to catch him. The Prince realized he had let the criminal escape. The Prince silently mutters a few curses.

-Izuku Midoryia-

As Midoryia is adding how much money he owes to his notes on how much money he needs to pay back when he gets a job, he sees his friend, Iida come. Right on schedule.

“My Prince! You’re back!” The dark blue haired boy with glasses, Iida, announced on his arrival. Midoryia sighs and chuckles slightly, “ Iida I am no longer your Prince, I am your friend. You need to learn I am not worthy of that title” he says, Iida shakes his head.

“But you are, my Prince! You are still so kind and loyal and gracious! You would be a perfect Prince if there was a kingdom in need of one!”

“Well, there’s not so until then, promise you won’t call me Prince, okay?” Midoryia pleads.

Iida thinks for a moment, “okay, I promise that once you become Prince, I shall call you ‘my Prince’ again!”

The green haired boys rolls his eyes, “Okay Iida. Let’s start on eating, Uraraka may take a while, since she always just walks around looking for people to help”

The blue haired boy nods in agreement. He opened the food, katsudon. Uraraka keeps picking it when it is her turn to chose the food, but it is more than likely because it is Midoryia’s favorite and Midoryia never chooses the food, and when Iida picks the food it is always beef stew.

Soon enough, they see a bubbly brunette float their way. Uraraka! She has come back!

She comes up, “Yay! I’ve missed you guys! I was hoping you were all okay and turns out I was worried for nothing!”

Midoryia smiles, “you think the guy who defeated All For One is gonna be taken down by some knights and a moody Prince? Please!”

Iida nods in agreement, “yes, Midoryia is very powerful indeed it- WAIT A MINUTE! DID YOU SAY MOODY PRINCE AS IN PRINCE SHOTO!?!”

“Yep”

Uraraka yelps, “Eep! Deku! How are you alive?” She questions, shuddering. She touched the green boy’s cheek as if she needed to be sure.

Midoryia smiles sadly, “Aw come on guys! He’s not that bad! Once you get past his icy stare you see warmth in his eyes, a longing for people to love and care for him!”

Uraraka raised and eyebrow and smirks, “ohhhhhhh, I get it now!”

Midoryia stares at Uraraka, “No, I actually think you don’t” was all he said, then started eating. He glanced at her again, his eyes more nervous, “Don’t get any ideas” he said to her.

Uraraka smirks. She was getting ALL. The. Ideas.

-Ejiro Kirishima-

Ejiro and Bakugo decided to eat dinner together that night. Well it was more like Ejiro had decided that he was gonna drag Bakugo there with him so Bakugo could tell him why he was so mad.

Bakugo sits at the table, glaring at Ejiro, acting pretty normal. Then Ejiro says, “You know him don’t you?” Then Bakugo snapped

“YEAH THAT WAS THAT DAMNED DEKU! THE REAL QUESTION IS . . . How is he even alive????” Bakugo’s voice was a harsh yell. His voice almost cracked, though. Now Ejiro understood. When Bakugo gets this way he usually is hiding old sorrow and/or slight relief.

“How was he supposed to die?” Ejiro asks the angry blonde. The guy starts to shake at the memory, gritting his teeth, and single angry tear falling down his cheek.

“I used to bully the kid. One day he got a special magic and adopted by the old king. We were at the same Kingdom together for a while. You have an idea of who I mean.”

Ejiro’s eyes widen, “you mean he was the old heir?” He asks. Bakugo nods roughly,

“Yeah. Then All For One came, he always comes and crushes the whole royal family when no one was looking. This time, he comes as a guy with decay magic. All that was left of the castle was ashes . . . You and I were only gone for half an hour and . . . It’s hard to believe he survived, I’m the one who spoke for him at the small funeral we did.” Now he is full blown crying. Woah, I completely forgot how hard this whole thing had been on Bakugo, him and I were out on a mission and . . . I remember coming back to a pile of dust.

Of course, Ejiro had been sad on that day too, but he was also a traveling guard, a guard who never stayed in one place. He had never got the chance to fully meet all the royalty besides King Yagi.

“Why were you the one to speak? Was ALL of his family and friends in the castle?” Ejiro asks.

“His mom had died long before that, the king was his only family, all his friends were guards. All the guards besides me were killed.” Woah. How was that kid so strong and happy? How was Bakugo so lively? You could never tell any of them were sad in any way!

But right now, what was important was to return Bakugo to his old self. He was the heart and soul of the knights and they could not afford to allow him to stay down. This is the first time I have seen him cry. “Come on Bakugo, don’t cry! We’ve both have got to stay strong for our teams!”

Bakugo stopped crying and yelled, “IM NOT CRYING SHITTY HAIR” Ejiro smiles, “Of course you weren’t”

Chapter 5

-Izuku Midoryia-

Midoryia was laying down next to Iida. Iida seemed troubled, gazing into the starry sky. Midoryia noticed this.

“Is everything alright Iida?” Midoryia asked kindly, “I notice that you are in deep thought about something”

Iida sighs, then he reluctantly voices his troubles, “I am sorry for saying this, Midoryia. I really am. But I miss our old life, us being kids, just really relaxing a lot together. I became a guard right before the incident and I can say at the moment, I regret not helping protect the kingdom as much as I should have”

“Iida” the young peasant says, “It is normal to feel that way when things aren’t going right. But I believe we should keep going forward, using those precious memories as fuel.” Midoryia smiles.

“How are we supposed to be strong enough to beat an enemy if we can’t even beat some lonesome, sad thoughts? That is just what I believe though. We cannot dwell on the past, we have to push through if you want to see a better tomorrow”

Iida nods, “I will try Midoryia. I really will.” He then quickly closes his eyes, “NOW we must get some sleep!” He orders with a hand chop and Midoryia chuckles as he falls into slumber.

-Prince Shoto-

Prince Shoto has had just about enough. All day he had been trying to rid himself of the boy’s voice. The universe was taunting him for being stubborn.

At he end of his rope, he acknowledged that the kid was right. He was correct in his words. This was not his father’s fire. This power shall be made his own.

That night he trained the magic in him, not getting a wink of sleep.

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-The next afternoon-

“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you Prince-y!” The familiar voice called as Prince Shoto drops from the sky again. “I have a proposition for you!”

The Prince tilts his head slightly confused. The green headed boy walks over and reaches out his hand, “Peace offering! You know, between two- I mean ONE Prince and a desperate peasant!”

The Prince rolls his eyes and gives a cold smirk. The boy’s eyes brighten, “Great! You got over your fire using phobia!? I have got an idea! Let’s fight! If you beat me, I’ll go to jail, if I win, you hear me out!”

The Prince’s face darkens competitively, “okay.” He says, “just so you know, don’t plan to hold back”

The boy smiles, “Oh, me neither” he says in a tone even to the Prince. “Also. The name’s Midoryia. Izuku Midoryia.”

Prince Shoto grins, “pleasure to meet you Midoryia. I will see you in jail.” He says, but in his head he is screaming, that wasn’t his full strength!?! I mean I knew that but still!!!

Prince Shoto shot a wave of ice towards Izuku Midoryia. The nimble boy expectedly doges every single one. Then at the last moment Shoto launches a wall of fire at the boy.

Shoto expects to have won. No one can go through a blast like that and not be knocked down. Then out of the corner he sees the boy just slightly singed at the edge of his clothing, crackling with a strange energy.

Shoto knocks the boy back but still was shocked nevertheless, “how did you escape my fire?” He asks the boy. He sees an impish grin form on the boy’s face.

“I guess you can say my reflexes kicked in. And the only way to avoid that speed was to use my magic” he gestures towards the crackling energy, “One for all! Full cowling.” Then he charges for the Prince, ready to tackle him and win.

Then somehow he trips on a rock and crashes against the floor so hard he is out cold. Prince Shoto inhales a breath then smacks his face. That was a terrible way to lose.

Kaminari walks up to him, “that was uh” he clears his throat, “a great win sir”

The Prince sighs, “no I lost. Take him to the recovery room. When he wakes up take him here.” Kaminari grins at the wise Prince, “yes sir” and he takes him away

The thought was terrifying. The boy had come so close to winning, but a single rock got in his way. Was he distracted? Sad? He’ll have to ask him when he wakes up.

Not even 3 hours later the boy barges in, “I do apologize Prince Shoto! I lost in such an ungracious way, I must have wounded your pride!” The impish green haired boy starts bowing profusely.

Hm I’ve never seen this side of him before. “It’s okay Midoryia, I truly don’t mind. But I must ask why were you do distracted that you tripped on a rock?”

The boy flushed from embarrassment, “it’s nothing really. Just a burden I have allowed in my shoulders. It sometimes causes me to screw up.”

“Okay” the Prince said and they sat in silence. “I’m waiting” the Prince said impatiently, Midoryia jumps up, confused, “What!? I have been waiting for you to escort me to jail!”

“Nope. I lost so I am going to hear you out.” The Prince stated. Midoryia rubbed the back of his head, “a-are you sure?” He asked flashing a nervous grin.

The Prince nodded, giving a look that said he has been sure for a while. Midoryia gasps, “WAIT HOW LONG WAS I OUT????” He looked around frantically for a sign of how long it’s been.

The Prince sighs, “about 3 hou-“

“WHAT? IIDA AND URARAKA ARE PROBABLY SO WORRIED ABOUT ME!” Midoryia starts running as if he is a chicken with its head chopped off.

“Pardon my asking, but it is as if you are a whole new person, why are you acting so differently than that of before?”

The freckled boy grinned, “you have earned my respect. It takes quite a bit to do that, so I will be more truthful with you. I can act confident but it’s really just because I want everyone to never worry about me or read me”

The Prince gave a hint of a smile, “what, you want me to worry about you?” He asked, Midoryia started frantically waving his hands, “N-n-n-no! I was saying that I don’t have to worry about you worrying about me!”

Shoto smiles, “I know, I was kidding” Midoryia puts his serious face back on, “but seriously if you want to hear me out can I at least tell my friends I am okay?”

Shoto thinks about it and nods, “okay then. Let’s go.” Midoryia nods and shows the way to the makeshift shelter he calls home.

Chapter Six

-Izuku Midoryia-

As Midoryia finally makes it to his shelter alongside the Prince, Iida and Uraraka rush up to him. When Uraraka sees Shoto next to Midoryia she squeals.

Midoryia shoots her a glare so SHE does not shoot off her mouth. Then he says, “Prince Shoto may be able to help us” the noble man next to him shakes his head, “there is no ‘may’. Your friend has my respect, that is no easy feat. Let me help you guys”

Iida’s face is unreadable as he shows them a good spot to sit, “I hope you don’t mind the grass” he tells the Prince, the Prince smiles and insists it would be okay.

Midoryia starts the conversation. “We are peasants. No ifs, ands, or buts about that. But even if we are that way does not mean we were always peasants.” Iida had a smile on his face now.

“Midoryia, are you gonna tell him everything?” The smiling boy with glasses wonders. Midoryia nods grimly, “I will tell him enough”

-Prince Shoto-

As Midoryia explains to the two-toned haired boy in front of him, things start making sense to Shoto. Even the things the boy doesn’t mention at the time all call out to him.

It’s nothing really, just a burden I have allowed on my shoulders.

Then the boy says something that catches Shoto’s attention even more. “Even if it was sad, I cannot allow the people I care about to fall in despair. Instead I want us to keep moving forward. Using the precious memories to fuel us. If we fuel ourselves with bad memories we will only end in despair”

He has no right to say that! He is always reliving how he says he failed! He needs to give himself more credit!

As Shoto listens he grows more upset for the tortured soul in front of him. The tortured soul that has saved the Prince’s soul, but he still stays tortured. It hurt seeing him hide behind that smile.

Even peasants, even royalty can cry when they need to. Right?

Then Midoryia gets to the point, “basically, since you know of our experience in the field, can you make us guards and knights?” He asks, Shoto immediately nods, “I was already going to ask you to be my personal knight, so it works I just make her a guard and him a knight”

Midoryia jumps at the idea, “I’d love to my Prince!” He starts to celebrate, the Shoto interrupts, “I’d like to offer the three of you rooms in the castle. Please accept my offer”

“Okay!” Uraraka accepts. Midoryia nervously adds, “as long as we could do that and be of no trouble.”

Months go by with this arrangement. Midoryia is constantly helping Shoto train and Bakugo has made fair enough amends with the green haired boy.

Iida is Bakugo’s second in command and Uraraka is a valuable asset to the guards. People everywhere know Midoryia’s name. He just as, if not, stronger, than King Enji himself.

And the king does NOT like that.

Not one bit.

He made multiple attempts to assassinate the young guard, the guard refusing to defend himself from the king’s orders, so Shoto protects him every time.

One day Shoto and Midoryia were training like any other day. Thinking this day would be normal. When it wasn’t. Not even close.

-Prince Shoto-

It was just Shoto and Midoryia training today, no one would join them. A lot of guards and knights just gave up after experiencing Midoryia’s strength even without his magic. The rest just couldn’t make it today.

“We’ve come a long way, huh Prince Shoto?” The green-head comments as they fight. By now they are pretty much the same in strength and agility, but Midoryia is more clever that Shoto.

The Prince nods in agreement, then he takes a punch from Midoryia. “Hey. Not fair.” He complained, Midoryia rolled his eyes, “you think an enemy would care about fair?” He asked, Shoto shook his head, upset at the sudden lecture.

Then the alarms rung out. The alarms saying that a war has come, Midoryia put his serious face on, “okay I have to go” he said, Shoto glared at him, “don’t even think about going without me. You are much stronger when we team up”

The boy sighs, “fine just don’t take to long getting ready”

“It will take seconds” the Prince insisted. He went and got into the comfortable clothing and it took him just about 6 seconds. By the time he came back, Midoryia went off on his own.

This kid . . . Got on his nerves sometimes. Prince Shoto quickly rushed off to find the guy. He knew he was strong enough but a sense of dread has embedded itself into Shoto’s soul.

He found the impish boy taking on 15 knights at once for them all the be blown away by one for all. These guys must be powerful for him to rely on One For All. Shoto rushes to help, shooting him an, “I will yell at you later” look.

As they finally had worked their way through the army they saw on queen of the kingdom, Queen Midnight. Midoryia jumped at her, taking a whiff of her sleeping perfume magic so Shoto could quickly come and defeat her.

When the queen was defeated, she called for a retreat. When the army was gone there was silence and broken bodies everywhere. Midoryia started stumbling around, “oh . . . Kay. Time . . . To help the injured . . .”

Prince Shoto grabbed his shoulders, “you need to rest! You probably damaged your body using One for all so many times, and you inhaled some of Midnight’s magic! I insist you let me help everyone!”

Midoryia smiles, “okay. I will just-“ he stops. Eyes wide. Face pale.

When Shoto sees what hit him he wore a similar expression.

He sees the king and his personal archer. The archer who had a very sad look in his eye. The archer who had been ordered to shoot a VERY deadly poison arrow at one of the best knights.

An arrow at Shoto’s dearest friend. Shoto felt as if he has been struck instead on Izuku. He wished. Dread filled his heart even more at he catches the knight as he falls over, unconscious. Shoto feels the life draining out of Midoryia.

He stays to feel every last breath, hoping he’d SOMEHOW survive, please! But he is not superhuman, he may have been strong, but this was the worst type of poison out there.

Shoto was NOT happy. Then Uraraka and Iida race forward to them. Once they see Midoryia’s condition, Uraraka goes on Iida’s shoulders, using Iida’s speed magic to go faster.

They come and see the pretty much dead Midoryia and the bawling cold blooded Prince. It was the saddest moment Shoto remembers ever since hearing that his brother Touya died or when his Mom was moved to a mental clinic.

His heart hurt so badly, guilt overflowed his system. He did not want to move forward. Midoryia is BARELY BREATHING AND POISEN IS IN HIS SYSTEM! What more can he do in life?

He was gonna end his fathers rule once and for all. He started to fuel himself with hatred and heartbreak, then remembered something.

“Even if it was sad, I cannot allow the people I care about to fall in despair. Instead I want us to keep moving forward. Using the precious memories to fuel us. If we fuel ourselves with bad memories we will only end in despair”

He realized, he needed to be strong. He needed to fight with good purpose, not blinded by anger. “Come on guys” the Prince said, lifting up Midoryia, “he would have wanted us to move forward, fueled by our pleasant memories of him. He would hate to have caused us great sadness and sorrow.”

The old friends of Midoryia both gave a firm nod, confirming they’d been thinking the same thing. They all go inside, giving Midoryia to a doctor to be one hundred percent sure and they went in Shoto’s room to plan.

The king hosted a party the next night for the whole kingdom. He took advantage of the fact that basically the whole kingdom was there and used that moment to announce the death of Izuku Midoryia.

Chapter 7

-Katsuki Bakugo-

He was already told Deku was poisoned by the enemy before the king made it public. He knew. So why did it hurt so much more for it to be announced in public more so than when he was informed by Iida when he asked if anyone was gravely injured?

He remembered when he decided to patch things up with Deku, after he had revealed himself to have not actually died. And that he still had some of the old guards live besides Bakugo.

Deku changed so much . . . Yet so little. He was still just like a kid.

“Oi nerd”

“Y-y-y-yes K-Kachan?”

“I wanted to say sorry. I had thought you were long gone so I did not expect to ever see you again. I am glad you’re alive. Tch.”

“Re-really Kachan?”

“Sheesh, yes, really. So how about this, Im totally NOT your friend, but can we call a truce? And I want to catch up with you”

“Of course! I felt bad for not telling you! I just had failed to find you, I did not expect you to be one of Prince Shoto’s guards!”

“That one is on Kirishima, let’s go get some food and catch up”

“Okay!”

Now he is gone. Deceased. Never to be woken up again.

The king is saying some huge speech. But Bakugo can tell it is a bunch of baloney. That tyrant has always wanted the nerd dead. He got his damned wish. But he is gonna die soon enough. If Prince Shoto doesn’t do it soon, Bakugo will.

Then Shoto drops out of the freaking air. Literally. As if no gravity had affect on him. Probably round-face at it again.

“Citizens!” Half n’ half called, “I have come to take place in my father’s rule! I know I have been known as the cold blooded Prince, but it was all a lie! I also wanted to tell you, Midoryia did not fall to such weak competition! He fell . . . To my father’s hand!”

There were many gasps, “that’s right! He did not like how strong my dear friend is so he stopped him once and for all! Once he was weakened he struck him with our best poison arrow!”

The crowd revolted against the king. Miraculously, the crowd had believed the Prince. The citizens cheered on the Prince. But the king stopped them dead in their tracks.

“I never agreed to this!” The king bellowed, Shoto was about to reel on him, but Bakugo decided it was time to step up and help the annoying Prince, whom as much as the annoyed knight disliked it, the Prince was a million times better than the King.

“My Prince, I have served under the king my whole time being here. I have said I would never want to betray the king.” he says formally, then he smirks, “but it is exactly what I am saying actually. The king is about as enjoyable as eating leather for breakfast”

The Prince’s eyes widen. Bakugo smirked from the look of surprise on his face, “what can I say?” The cocky blonde added, “I guess you earned my respect”

“Heh. Anyone who earns HIS respect is okay in my book” Kirishima said, appearing out of nowhere, “even if I already decided you had my respect ever since you warmed up to Midoryia” then knelt into a bow, “you are SO manly! I would be proud to call you my king!”

Shoto looks at his loyal guards and smiles- actually smiles- the guards all stand up again. Then they hear two familiar voices.

“We’d say that we stand with you too . . . But we helped you with your plan to tell the public so I think it goes without saying!” The shout comes from a brunette girl floating with a boy with glasses.

“Oi! I had suspected you helped the half n’ half Prince with this plan, Round Face!” Bakugo yelled from where he was, making not-so-nice gestures while he was at it.

Uraraka floats down, gripping Iida’s wrist to make sure his ungrateful movements don’t get him hurt. Then her and him bowed down respectfully. When they look up they wear sad smiles.

The crowd started chanting, “Prince Sho-to! Be king Sho-to!” It wasn’t very clever, but it provoked the king. “Silence! I am your king!” The tyrant bellowed. Shoto calmly walked up to him.

“Technically I am supposed to be the king the second I turn 16, by the laws of this kingdom. I am 18, it is my turn. It has been, you just have been abusing me and holding me back. This time, I am gonna fight”

The king’s palm lit aflame from his pure anger. “Don’t mess with me, boy” Shoto stood tall, glaring at his father, “I’m no longer that scared boy you used to control. I am King Shoto-“

“I AM THE KING!!!” The arrogant fool bellowed, interrupting the young man.

“You no longer will be. You killed my brother Touya, just because he was not good enough in your eyes. You ruined my mom because you only care about yourself. You are not fit to be king. Our citizens agree.”

“No.” The flame lord refused. “I won’t stop my rule until I die!”

“Then die if you must” Shoto said. “It shall be by my hand. We will fight until you agree.”

Chapter 8

-Shoto Todoroki-

The Prince- no the king looked at his father. He scoffed at the man whom he knew he could beat. How was he so scared of him?

He channeled his inner Midoryia and did a cocky smirk. He was gonna beat him. He switched on his flames, engulfing his entire left side. As he felt the flames lick his face, he remembered how much he used to resent them.

Not anymore. These flames will be his ally. Along with his ice. He blasted the flames toward his father, and as soon as they hit, he blasted his father with a wall of ice.

Him and Midoryia came up with them move. Steam can make you burn MUCH more than flames can, so his father was in for a world of pain. But when he saw his father, he looked more angry than in pain. This may be harder than I thought.

Shoto blasted an ice wall to protect the citizens in case it got too rough, the ‘celebration’ was outside, so there was plenty of space. The king took that as an opportunity to hit Shoto with his hellish flames.

Shoto could not doge the flames that well. Thankfully though, he was not seriously injured, just badly singed. He exhaled when his father finished.

“Seems you like to play dirty. Not that I did not already know that” Shoto smirked and rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand. He should have known it would have been tricky.

He sends a blast if ice his father’s way, then he quickly ran to his old man’s blind spot, this move was one Midoryia taught him, and used VERY hot, HOT fire. There will always be a burn there from now on. and the idiot is OUT.

Shoto thinks about finishing his father here and now. Then he pauses. That would make him worse than the old man.

“Guards I was you to take him to the magic-proof cell and then heal him. Let him stay there for the rest of his life.” They all obediently bow and do as asked.

That night Shoto was crowned the King. It was great and all for the kingdom to be free, but he still felt bad. Midoryia is not able to see this. He wanted this for Shoto and he just had to wait for him to die.

When he escaped the crowd and everyone just celebrated, he saw Iida racing towards him, “s-sir!” He gasped, out of breath.

“Yes Iida?” The newly crowned prince asked the knight. Iida looked him in the eye, “sir the nurses, Midoryia, he-“

“Where?” Shoto immediately asked. Iida showed him the way.

Epilogue

Getting up and brushing of his clothing, Shoto looks and finds his way back to the palace. He was to just have another ordinary day. Then he turned and saw the boy.

He had an impish figure, thick green hair with some bed head, and a weak smile. Shoto just stands and stares at the boy in his weakened state.

He’s awake.

The boy rushes up and hugs Shoto tightly. The boy tilts his mouth towards the King’s ear, “Heard you became king while I slept. How has the kingdom been doing?” He whispered softly.

“It’s not the same without you. It’s good you’re here” the King chokes on his words, soft feeling arising in his chest.

“It’s good to be back.”

#Fantasy AU #TodoDeku #KiriBaku(?)#boku no hero academia tododeku #BNHA #MHA #My Hero Academia

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