『arranged』#ktdk #勝デク #nsfw (ish)
cw: blood, violence
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Bakugou Katsuki couldn’t be happier. He was finally marrying the love of his life and childhood friend, Midoriya Izuku. So what if it was an arranged marriage? They were in love and happy.
Right?
cw: blood, violence
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Bakugou Katsuki couldn’t be happier. He was finally marrying the love of his life and childhood friend, Midoriya Izuku. So what if it was an arranged marriage? They were in love and happy.
Right?
The day Toshinori Yagi, the greatest warrior-king in the land, visited, everyone had their eyes on him. And Katsuki should’ve had his eyes on his idol too.
But out of the carriage followed a boy with gems for eyes and stars across his face, and he couldn’t look anywhere else.
But out of the carriage followed a boy with gems for eyes and stars across his face, and he couldn’t look anywhere else.
Midoriya Izuku.
That must’ve been then when Katsuki fell in love. When he watched the small boy with those dark green tresses so unlike his own light hair stumble like a baby deer after its mother.
“–and this is my son and heir, Katsuki.”
That must’ve been then when Katsuki fell in love. When he watched the small boy with those dark green tresses so unlike his own light hair stumble like a baby deer after its mother.
“–and this is my son and heir, Katsuki.”
Or maybe it was when the little thing peeked out from behind the warrior-king’s looming stature, eyes alight with awe as he looked at Katsuki.
“Ka–Kacchan?”
Everyone who knew the prince’s temper were tense, even his parents waiting with bated breath for the chaos to come.
“Ka–Kacchan?”
Everyone who knew the prince’s temper were tense, even his parents waiting with bated breath for the chaos to come.
Katsuki grinned, striding forward until they were inches apart– until he was sure that those stars rivaled those in the night sky of every kingdom and that no gem could compare to the shades of green those eyes shone.
Heh.
“Marry me if you want to keep calling me that.”
Heh.
“Marry me if you want to keep calling me that.”
.
.
Mitsuki set down the quill, brows all but gone into her hairline. She’s sure they would’ve flown off into the sun if it was possible.
“You… were serious?
The queen already knew what the answer was gonna be. But the utter bizarreness just had her have to /make sure./
.
Mitsuki set down the quill, brows all but gone into her hairline. She’s sure they would’ve flown off into the sun if it was possible.
“You… were serious?
The queen already knew what the answer was gonna be. But the utter bizarreness just had her have to /make sure./
“Ha?” Katsuki closed the book on battle tactics in his hand, frowning. “Of course I fucking was. When the hell am I not serious about shit?”
He huffed and looked out the window, hard eyes softening and scowl turning into a smile.
“It’s been the plan since day one, hag.”
He huffed and looked out the window, hard eyes softening and scowl turning into a smile.
“It’s been the plan since day one, hag.”
It was.
Since day one of their fateful meeting– one that sealed the alliance between the two kingdoms and the friendship of two opposite souls.
Day one since Izuku’s awe-filled eyes and lips spilling praises were what made Katsuki rise into the ranks– and now, onto the throne.
Since day one of their fateful meeting– one that sealed the alliance between the two kingdoms and the friendship of two opposite souls.
Day one since Izuku’s awe-filled eyes and lips spilling praises were what made Katsuki rise into the ranks– and now, onto the throne.
He snorted as he watched his Izuku– fucking yeah, /his/– try to catch a bunny, dirt marring his clothes, hands, and pretty much everything.
And still, he’s beautiful, smart, strong, and unrelenting in his dedication to the people.
He’s fucking perfect.
And still, he’s beautiful, smart, strong, and unrelenting in his dedication to the people.
He’s fucking perfect.
“Damn right he is, brat.” Mitsuki huffed, smirking as she watched her son turn beet red from the slip.
She looked down at the marriage proposals she’d been drafting responses for, looking back up at his flustered son spitting out ‘fuck you old hag’ & ‘damn right he’s perfect’.
She looked down at the marriage proposals she’d been drafting responses for, looking back up at his flustered son spitting out ‘fuck you old hag’ & ‘damn right he’s perfect’.
Well.
“As long as you both want it, you do whatever the hell you want.” Mitsuki paused, a smile on her face. “…Your Majesty.”
It’s a good thing, Katsuki thinks, that the attendants or guards weren’t around.
Or else he would’ve kicked their asses for seeing him cry.
“As long as you both want it, you do whatever the hell you want.” Mitsuki paused, a smile on her face. “…Your Majesty.”
It’s a good thing, Katsuki thinks, that the attendants or guards weren’t around.
Or else he would’ve kicked their asses for seeing him cry.
.
.
“Do you, Bakugou Katsuki, take Midoriya Izuku, as your husband?”
Katsuki smiled, cupping Izuku’s face. “Yeah, I fucking do.”
When the same tumbled from Izuku’s lips, he didn’t waste a single moment to eat the words up, until it became theirs and theirs alone.
.
“Do you, Bakugou Katsuki, take Midoriya Izuku, as your husband?”
Katsuki smiled, cupping Izuku’s face. “Yeah, I fucking do.”
When the same tumbled from Izuku’s lips, he didn’t waste a single moment to eat the words up, until it became theirs and theirs alone.
It’s funny how marriage didn’t change them much.
They still fought and got head-to-head on more than one occasion, Izuku’s words as military and court adviser going against Katsuki’s decrees and orders.
Even their mini food fights continued. The occasional prank war too.
They still fought and got head-to-head on more than one occasion, Izuku’s words as military and court adviser going against Katsuki’s decrees and orders.
Even their mini food fights continued. The occasional prank war too.
But there was one thing they could do /now/ without having to hide in storage rooms.
Izuku moaned, legs tightening around Katsuki’s waist, his pleas of ‘K-Kacchan–!’ and ‘s-slower– ngh, ah–! Th-there!’ filling the room with every thrust and drag against his walls.
Izuku moaned, legs tightening around Katsuki’s waist, his pleas of ‘K-Kacchan–!’ and ‘s-slower– ngh, ah–! Th-there!’ filling the room with every thrust and drag against his walls.
Important paperwork kept fluttering to the floor with every slap of Katsuki’s hips as he pounded Izuku on his desk, the table shaking from the mere force of it.
“Izuku, Izuku, Izuku,” Katsuki growled, groaning as his husband raked his nails down his back.
“Izuku, Izuku, Izuku,” Katsuki growled, groaning as his husband raked his nails down his back.
He leaned down, mouth going over Izuku’s, moaning when their tongues met– aligning with every thrust, every brush against that spot that made Izuku’s eyes roll back.
Katsuki’s movements stuttered as he came, moments after Izuku moaned his name, hole clenching and milking him.
Katsuki’s movements stuttered as he came, moments after Izuku moaned his name, hole clenching and milking him.
Katsuki loved this. He loved being able to do this out in the open (well not /literally/ but maybe), no need to escape guards for just a kiss.
“I love you.”
He loved Izuku– this man that had his heart just as he had stolen the stars from the sky and gems from the earth.
“I love you.”
He loved Izuku– this man that had his heart just as he had stolen the stars from the sky and gems from the earth.
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It was a mistake. It must be.
Katsuki’s hands shook as he read the letter over and over and over again until his eyes bleed with the black of the fresh ink. His eyes traced over every stroke, recognizing it anywhere.
It’s a mistake. This wasn’t real. No, no, no, /no/–
.
It was a mistake. It must be.
Katsuki’s hands shook as he read the letter over and over and over again until his eyes bleed with the black of the fresh ink. His eyes traced over every stroke, recognizing it anywhere.
It’s a mistake. This wasn’t real. No, no, no, /no/–
/My love, until when do I have to pretend? It’s getting tiring to keep telling him I love him when those words belong to you.
Please, tell me that we can be together soon as my heart yearns only for you.
Forever yours, Deku./
Please, tell me that we can be together soon as my heart yearns only for you.
Forever yours, Deku./
ーTBCー
I suck at writing nsfw, my bad 🤧
I suck at writing nsfw, my bad 🤧
A few months before the wedding, there were rumors.
Just whispers, really. Katsuki wouldn’t’ve even known about that kind of shit if he didn’t overhear it.
Just knew that those shitty extras got kicked out of the palace faster than they could even /try/ defending themselves.
Just whispers, really. Katsuki wouldn’t’ve even known about that kind of shit if he didn’t overhear it.
Just knew that those shitty extras got kicked out of the palace faster than they could even /try/ defending themselves.
Because it was bullshit what they were spewing about.
Just utter crap.
How the hell did they get it in their shitty heads that Izuku had a secret lover? That /his/ Izuku, the one who cried when Katsuki proposed, was seeing someone behind his back?
Bullshit.
Just utter crap.
How the hell did they get it in their shitty heads that Izuku had a secret lover? That /his/ Izuku, the one who cried when Katsuki proposed, was seeing someone behind his back?
Bullshit.
He stared at the letter on his desk. It wasn’t the same as the one he found when he visited Izuku’s office and decided to clean up the shitty mess of documents and whatnots on his table.
It was a new one.
“Bullshit.”
Todoroki sighed. “I assure you, it’s real.”
It was a new one.
“Bullshit.”
Todoroki sighed. “I assure you, it’s real.”
Katsuki glared at him, miscolored eyes staring back at him unperturbed.
“It’s fucking bullshit.”
It was. It had to be. Someone copied his husband’s chicken scratch handwriting and was plotting all of this.
Todoroki’s features softened, and he hated how there was /pity/ there.
“It’s fucking bullshit.”
It was. It had to be. Someone copied his husband’s chicken scratch handwriting and was plotting all of this.
Todoroki’s features softened, and he hated how there was /pity/ there.
“I’m…” The spymaster hesitated. “I’m sorry I can’t say that it wasn’t Izuku who wrote it.”
Katsuki stared at the letter. He stared at every word of love, of secrets, of yearnings that he thought Izuku only had for him, laid out for someone else.
He tore it apart.
Katsuki stared at the letter. He stared at every word of love, of secrets, of yearnings that he thought Izuku only had for him, laid out for someone else.
He tore it apart.
.
.
Katsuki still makes love to Izuku.
Even with the news spreading like wildfire across the palace, correspondences from his mother who retired to the countryside demanding explanations, he still went to Izuku’s bed.
/He needs to stop this./
.
Katsuki still makes love to Izuku.
Even with the news spreading like wildfire across the palace, correspondences from his mother who retired to the countryside demanding explanations, he still went to Izuku’s bed.
/He needs to stop this./
It’s a thought that crosses his mind when he enters his husban– Izuku’s room, lingering, unsure and wrought with tension.
/He needs to stop this./
Katsuki needed to, but he /didn’t want/ to.
Because Izuku was still there, smiling at him like he didn’t smile for someone else.
/He needs to stop this./
Katsuki needed to, but he /didn’t want/ to.
Because Izuku was still there, smiling at him like he didn’t smile for someone else.
/He needs to stop this./
Izuku’s lips still spoke love as Katsuki held him, emerald gems looking at the other like he was /everything./
/He needs to stop./
And Katsuki… did the same. His touches were more desperate, leaving bruises and marks– anything to forget the letters.
Izuku’s lips still spoke love as Katsuki held him, emerald gems looking at the other like he was /everything./
/He needs to stop./
And Katsuki… did the same. His touches were more desperate, leaving bruises and marks– anything to forget the letters.
/Stop./
“私緒抱きしめて.” Katsuki lets the words of a language long forgotten bind them together, even just for the night– even just for a moment longer.
/Stop./
“心の底から愛してる.” He holds the man who would forever hold his heart for as long as he could.
/Please./
“私緒抱きしめて.” Katsuki lets the words of a language long forgotten bind them together, even just for the night– even just for a moment longer.
/Stop./
“心の底から愛してる.” He holds the man who would forever hold his heart for as long as he could.
/Please./
“Kacchan?”
A hand reaches up, the touch gentle as they wiped away the tears that burned Katsuki’s eyes. They didn’t stop, just flowing and raining down on freckled constellations.
“Why are you crying?”
He holds that hand, murmuring. “あなたなしでは生きていかない.”
/Please./
A hand reaches up, the touch gentle as they wiped away the tears that burned Katsuki’s eyes. They didn’t stop, just flowing and raining down on freckled constellations.
“Why are you crying?”
He holds that hand, murmuring. “あなたなしでは生きていかない.”
/Please./
Katsuki kisses the scars on that hand, each a memory of a time when he thought it had only been them and only them.
When it was only Kacchan and Deku.
“I love you, Deku.”
He buries his face in the warmth, not strong enough to see Izuku’s face as he said it back.
/Please./
When it was only Kacchan and Deku.
“I love you, Deku.”
He buries his face in the warmth, not strong enough to see Izuku’s face as he said it back.
/Please./
.
.
“Your Majesty… Katsuki, you can’t keep doing this.”
“Bakugou, please, this isn’t good for you. For both of you.”
“I know you love him, man. We all do. Everyone fucking does. But we love you too, and we hate what he’s doing to you.”
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“Your Majesty… Katsuki, you can’t keep doing this.”
“Bakugou, please, this isn’t good for you. For both of you.”
“I know you love him, man. We all do. Everyone fucking does. But we love you too, and we hate what he’s doing to you.”
He knew these people all his life. Grew up with them as he had with Izuku. Had gone through all the good and all the bad with them.
Katsuki loved them. He also knew they loved him back; would kill for him if he asked.
But this wasn’t any of their fucking business.
Katsuki loved them. He also knew they loved him back; would kill for him if he asked.
But this wasn’t any of their fucking business.
“I can do whatever the hell I want, Raccoon Eyes.”
“What the fuck do you know about what’s /good,/ Dunce Face?”
“You love me? Then fuck off, Shitty Hair.”
“What the fuck do you know about what’s /good,/ Dunce Face?”
“You love me? Then fuck off, Shitty Hair.”
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“Izuku.”
There was this person in Izuku’s life that Katsuki only passed by once in the past. He barely gave him a moment’s glance, his eyes only for gems and stars.
Izuku smiled, eyes shining as the other brushed his lips on scarred knuckled.
“Hitoshi.”
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“Izuku.”
There was this person in Izuku’s life that Katsuki only passed by once in the past. He barely gave him a moment’s glance, his eyes only for gems and stars.
Izuku smiled, eyes shining as the other brushed his lips on scarred knuckled.
“Hitoshi.”
Some part of Katsuki had hoped. That the letters were from before they exchanged rings and vows of forever.
Looking at the envoy from the Monoma Kingdom, he feels his heart break.
For the way Izuku looked at Shinsou Hitoshi was how he looked at Katsuki on their wedding day.
Looking at the envoy from the Monoma Kingdom, he feels his heart break.
For the way Izuku looked at Shinsou Hitoshi was how he looked at Katsuki on their wedding day.
ーTBCー
Angst angst angst angst
私緒抱きしめて。- hold on to me and never let me go
心の底から愛してる。- i love you from the bottom of my heart
あなたなしでは生きていかない。- i can’t live without you
Angst angst angst angst
私緒抱きしめて。- hold on to me and never let me go
心の底から愛してる。- i love you from the bottom of my heart
あなたなしでは生きていかない。- i can’t live without you
“Tell me it isn’t true.”
“Kacchan…”
“Tell me that it’s just a joke. Fucking tell me, Deku! /Please!/”
“I…” Izuku bit his lip, turning away. “I can’t.”
It’s with that simple gesture. Those whispered words filled with shame and barely discernible that makes Katsuki break.
“Kacchan…”
“Tell me that it’s just a joke. Fucking tell me, Deku! /Please!/”
“I…” Izuku bit his lip, turning away. “I can’t.”
It’s with that simple gesture. Those whispered words filled with shame and barely discernible that makes Katsuki break.
But that wasn’t true, was it? For the cracks had already appeared when the rumors started and Izuku avoided confronting it.
They were already there, spreading and spreading with every new letter that Todoroki finds, and every time Izuku’s eyes glazes over when he kisses Katsuki.
They were already there, spreading and spreading with every new letter that Todoroki finds, and every time Izuku’s eyes glazes over when he kisses Katsuki.
Katsuki already broke when Izuku smiled that smile– the one that made his eyes shine and freckles twinkle like the starts– at someone /not him./
His grip on Izuku’s shoulders tightened, hands trembling. “Do you even– did you even love me?”
He watched green fill with tears.
His grip on Izuku’s shoulders tightened, hands trembling. “Do you even– did you even love me?”
He watched green fill with tears.
“I’m so sorry, Kacchan.”
/No, no, that’s not what I want to hear./
Katsuki feels scarred hands on his face, warmth he’d known in the moments where he’d doubted if he could bear the weight of the crown spreading.
“I’m sorry.”
/Tell me you loved me, shitty Deku./
/No, no, that’s not what I want to hear./
Katsuki feels scarred hands on his face, warmth he’d known in the moments where he’d doubted if he could bear the weight of the crown spreading.
“I’m sorry.”
/Tell me you loved me, shitty Deku./
They fuck. Make love. Become one. Whatever the hell it is people wanted to call a desperate man clinging onto the love of his life who was never his to begin with.
Katsuki kisses Izuku. His lips brush and worship every part of his husband’s– of his childhood friend’s body.
Katsuki kisses Izuku. His lips brush and worship every part of his husband’s– of his childhood friend’s body.
He bites, leaving marks that would disappear in but a few days, but were there for at least that night. For at least the /last/ night.
He leaves bruises on Izuku as he holds onto him, desperation and love leaking with every thrust, every moan and cry from both of them.
He leaves bruises on Izuku as he holds onto him, desperation and love leaking with every thrust, every moan and cry from both of them.
When Izuku comes, Katsuki kisses him, swallowing the name that had always– will always– belong to this green-eyed beauty.
He prolongs his own release, hands caressing and memorizing every scar, every freckle– everything– before it was taken away from him.
He prolongs his own release, hands caressing and memorizing every scar, every freckle– everything– before it was taken away from him.
“Deku.” Katsuki chokes as he comes, filling the one and only husband he would have.
He kisses up along the marks, whispering, “いつも愛してる.”
Scarred hands intertwine with his, and Katsuki knew. That he would always be Izuku’s Kacchan, even if he couldn’t have his Deku.
He kisses up along the marks, whispering, “いつも愛してる.”
Scarred hands intertwine with his, and Katsuki knew. That he would always be Izuku’s Kacchan, even if he couldn’t have his Deku.
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“You can’t do this! It’s forbid–“
“Hey,” Katsuki’s voice was cold. “Did I tell you you could speak, asshole?”
Chisaki shut his mouth, eyes looking back down from crimson ones.
He turns back to the mirror, smoothing over the battle robes worn only at a time of war.
.
“You can’t do this! It’s forbid–“
“Hey,” Katsuki’s voice was cold. “Did I tell you you could speak, asshole?”
Chisaki shut his mouth, eyes looking back down from crimson ones.
He turns back to the mirror, smoothing over the battle robes worn only at a time of war.
Katsuki grabs his sword, unsheathing it to see engravings– by the ones who come before, and the ones who’ll come after.
It’s the sword he’ll wield– the very same instrument to lead this war of revolutionaries, his colors of red and gold a beacon for victory.
It’s the sword he’ll wield– the very same instrument to lead this war of revolutionaries, his colors of red and gold a beacon for victory.
He glances at Chisaki’s trembling form, taking steps closer until the blade rests just by his neck.
“I am the King, you piece of shit,” Katsuki growled. “It’s me who decides what’s fucking forbidden or not.”
“But, Your Majesty–“
“Finalize the divorce before I get back, /Kai./“
“I am the King, you piece of shit,” Katsuki growled. “It’s me who decides what’s fucking forbidden or not.”
“But, Your Majesty–“
“Finalize the divorce before I get back, /Kai./“
It must be fate, Katsuki thinks. That he wakes up the morning after to news of a war as Izuku slumbered beside him, tear streaks illuminated by the dawn.
Fate that it was the last time he could call Izuku his husband. That this bond of marriage would be gone once he’s back.
Fate that it was the last time he could call Izuku his husband. That this bond of marriage would be gone once he’s back.
/It’s fine./
Katsuki wipes down his bloody sword, unread piles of letter smelling like gems and constellations beside him.
/It’s fine./
He cuts down another, blood soaking his form, making his eyes– the ones that Izuku spoke wonders of– dull with every life taken.
Katsuki wipes down his bloody sword, unread piles of letter smelling like gems and constellations beside him.
/It’s fine./
He cuts down another, blood soaking his form, making his eyes– the ones that Izuku spoke wonders of– dull with every life taken.
The first letter he reads was the last one he read. Not because others don’t arrive after but because Katsuki couldn’t handle this thing called /hope./
That those pleas written out shakily for him to ‘come back please, Kacchan’ were done out of love, and not out of guilt.
That those pleas written out shakily for him to ‘come back please, Kacchan’ were done out of love, and not out of guilt.
The letters come and they remained unopened. They pile on, though, the lingering smell on them the only thing that kept Katsuki sane as this bloodshed continued.
He clutches them, cot surrounded by the letters as he sleeps away the nightmares of lives he’d taken.
He clutches them, cot surrounded by the letters as he sleeps away the nightmares of lives he’d taken.
.
.
“Fuck.”
Katsuki coughs, not having to look to know that red dripped from his lips, the liquid joining the one pooling underneath him.
The body of Shigaraki Tomura lay at his feet, a manic grin on his empty face frozen in death.
He takes a step forward and falls.
.
“Fuck.”
Katsuki coughs, not having to look to know that red dripped from his lips, the liquid joining the one pooling underneath him.
The body of Shigaraki Tomura lay at his feet, a manic grin on his empty face frozen in death.
He takes a step forward and falls.
/“Kacchan!” Izuku rushes to him, feet getting wet. He holds out his hand. “Are you okay?”/
Katsuki blinks, eyes crusted with blood struggling to keep seeing the bright blue sky above him.
/Izuku laughed and smelled the flowers shoved in his face. “I like it, Kacchan.”/
Katsuki blinks, eyes crusted with blood struggling to keep seeing the bright blue sky above him.
/Izuku laughed and smelled the flowers shoved in his face. “I like it, Kacchan.”/
He still hears the clanging of swords, voices shouting for him and for victory, but they’re all muted with the ringing in his ears.
/“Hey, Kacchan…” Izuku turns his head, fireflies around them. “I love you./
Katsuki closes his eyes.
Fuck, he’s so goddamn tired.
/“Hey, Kacchan…” Izuku turns his head, fireflies around them. “I love you./
Katsuki closes his eyes.
Fuck, he’s so goddamn tired.
– – –
いつも愛してる。- i will always love you
okay, I’m giving you guys a choice here :>
いつも愛してる。- i will always love you
okay, I’m giving you guys a choice here :>
Izuku never liked lying.
When the tutors would tell him how to navigate the intricacies of the royal court, knowing how to manipulate with the simplest of words or actions, he /hated/ it.
He never liked it, but he was damn good at it.
When the tutors would tell him how to navigate the intricacies of the royal court, knowing how to manipulate with the simplest of words or actions, he /hated/ it.
He never liked it, but he was damn good at it.
There was something in his smile that disarmed people, lips stretched wide to make his eyes hidden.
Izuku wore his heart on his sleeve as he fended off the vipers at court who bared their fangs at his aging adoptive father.
Because under his sleeve were daggers and poison.
Izuku wore his heart on his sleeve as he fended off the vipers at court who bared their fangs at his aging adoptive father.
Because under his sleeve were daggers and poison.
“You know you scare me sometimes, Izuku.”
Izuku laughed. “Only sometimes? I’m losing my touch then.”
Shinsou sighed. “Please don’t laugh. That’s just– no. And… you sure this is okay?”
Izuku unbuttoned more, ruffling their hair before stepping out of the alcove. “Yeah.”
Izuku laughed. “Only sometimes? I’m losing my touch then.”
Shinsou sighed. “Please don’t laugh. That’s just– no. And… you sure this is okay?”
Izuku unbuttoned more, ruffling their hair before stepping out of the alcove. “Yeah.”
Lying was something of a second nature to Izuku– a part of himself he liked on occasion and hated all the time.
He walked, smiling and seemingly ignoring the whispers that followed after his ruffled look.
He didn’t like lying, but this was a world where it was needed.
He walked, smiling and seemingly ignoring the whispers that followed after his ruffled look.
He didn’t like lying, but this was a world where it was needed.
/Bullshit. It’s fucking bullshit./
Izuku wonders what it’s like to live in a world where he wasn’t forced to use his friend as a double-spy on rebelling kingdoms.
Where he and Katsuki were free to love, laugh and be happy without having to worry about backstabbers in court.
Izuku wonders what it’s like to live in a world where he wasn’t forced to use his friend as a double-spy on rebelling kingdoms.
Where he and Katsuki were free to love, laugh and be happy without having to worry about backstabbers in court.
/“Hey,” Katsuki tucked in a daisy behind Izuku’s ear, smiling as he always had when it was only them. “You’re marrying me, nerd.”
“You’re supposed to be asking, Kacchan. Not telling.”
“And you’re supposed to be saying ‘yes’, Deku.”
Izuku kissed him, crying all the while./
“You’re supposed to be asking, Kacchan. Not telling.”
“And you’re supposed to be saying ‘yes’, Deku.”
Izuku kissed him, crying all the while./
It must be nice, to live in a world like that.
Izuku remains hidden by the door, palms and lips bleeding as he hears his husband cry over another letter found.
He never liked lying, especially when it came to Bakugou Katsuki who had loved him honestly.
Izuku remains hidden by the door, palms and lips bleeding as he hears his husband cry over another letter found.
He never liked lying, especially when it came to Bakugou Katsuki who had loved him honestly.
“I’m sorry, Kacchan.” Izuku whispers inaudibly, wiping away the tears that slipped out as Katsuki slept beside him, eyes red-rimmed with dark circles.
The temptation’s always been there since the shining prince who Izuku knew would be the greatest king stole his heart.
The temptation’s always been there since the shining prince who Izuku knew would be the greatest king stole his heart.
There were days, some that built up over weeks or some spontaneous, that tempted Izuku to tell the truth.
That these lies were what protected Katsuki from darkness that shouldn’t dare touch his light.
That this was for the kingdom, for their people.
For Kacchan and Deku.
That these lies were what protected Katsuki from darkness that shouldn’t dare touch his light.
That this was for the kingdom, for their people.
For Kacchan and Deku.
.
.
“Can you repeat that? I think I heard you wrong.”
Kirishima frowned. “You didn’t hear me wrong, Your Majesty.”
Izuku would’ve winced at the title, if not for the parchment that still hadn’t disappeared from his sight.
“They only need your signature to finalize it.”
.
“Can you repeat that? I think I heard you wrong.”
Kirishima frowned. “You didn’t hear me wrong, Your Majesty.”
Izuku would’ve winced at the title, if not for the parchment that still hadn’t disappeared from his sight.
“They only need your signature to finalize it.”
He stared at the parchment, the burn of each and every cold word scratched onto it incomparable to the signature already there.
/Bakugou Katsuki./
Izuku laughed. He had to if he didn’t want to cry and scream. The sound made Kirishima wince.
“This is a joke, right?”
/Bakugou Katsuki./
Izuku laughed. He had to if he didn’t want to cry and scream. The sound made Kirishima wince.
“This is a joke, right?”
Of course it was. This couldn’t be real, because it was impossible and too much to bear on his heart–
“It’s not. Katsuki threatened the court for this so of course it’s not a joke, Mido- Your Majesty,” Kirishima glared at him. “It’s what you want, right?”
–no. No, no, no, no.
“It’s not. Katsuki threatened the court for this so of course it’s not a joke, Mido- Your Majesty,” Kirishima glared at him. “It’s what you want, right?”
–no. No, no, no, no.
Izuku crumpled the papers, standing up and striding out, Kirishima hot on his heels.
“I’m talking to Kacchan. This isn’t– I need to talk to him.”
This was… no, no, no, he couldn’t let this happen. Not after every kiss shared, every smile exchanged, every heart bared.
NO.
“I’m talking to Kacchan. This isn’t– I need to talk to him.”
This was… no, no, no, he couldn’t let this happen. Not after every kiss shared, every smile exchanged, every heart bared.
NO.
Kirishima grabs him by the arm, the both of them halting in their tracks.
“Eiji–“
“You can’t talk to him, Midoriya. You /won’t./“ His eyes hardened, grip tightening. “I won’t let you keep breaking his heart over and over, while being selfish and keeping him tied to you.”
“Eiji–“
“You can’t talk to him, Midoriya. You /won’t./“ His eyes hardened, grip tightening. “I won’t let you keep breaking his heart over and over, while being selfish and keeping him tied to you.”
“I won’t let you think that he can keep loving you even though /you/ don’t.”
The slap comes without warning– not to Kirishima and especially not to Izuku.
Izuku lowers his hand, tears that had /tried/ to not fall streaming down his cheeks and trembling lips.
The slap comes without warning– not to Kirishima and especially not to Izuku.
Izuku lowers his hand, tears that had /tried/ to not fall streaming down his cheeks and trembling lips.
“Don’t you /dare,/“ Izuku sobbed. “Think that I do not love my husband, Kirishima Eijirou.”
His body shook, and finally let the walls come down, revealing /everything./ Truths he couldn’t control spilling out in droves.
For lies couldn’t remain lies forever.
His body shook, and finally let the walls come down, revealing /everything./ Truths he couldn’t control spilling out in droves.
For lies couldn’t remain lies forever.
.
.
/Kacchan, please come back. I haven’t signed the papers, so please, I still need to talk to you. Come back to me, my love./
/I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for lying to you, Kacchan. I only did it for you and for everyone else. Please, please, come back./
/Kacchan, I love you./
.
/Kacchan, please come back. I haven’t signed the papers, so please, I still need to talk to you. Come back to me, my love./
/I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for lying to you, Kacchan. I only did it for you and for everyone else. Please, please, come back./
/Kacchan, I love you./
/Dead bodies keep coming back and it’s cruel, but I always hope it isn’t you.
You asked me if I loved you, Kacchan. That’s a question that’s akin to asking if the sun rises or if the ocean ever runs out.
Come back and I’ll tell you how it’s always been you./
You asked me if I loved you, Kacchan. That’s a question that’s akin to asking if the sun rises or if the ocean ever runs out.
Come back and I’ll tell you how it’s always been you./
.
.
Even with the threat of hanging or treason, no one lets Izuku out of the palace. Guards, varying in attitudes, don’t let him out of their sight be it night or day.
Even Kirishima, the only high-ranking soldier who wasn’t dispatched, didn’t budge after the confession.
.
Even with the threat of hanging or treason, no one lets Izuku out of the palace. Guards, varying in attitudes, don’t let him out of their sight be it night or day.
Even Kirishima, the only high-ranking soldier who wasn’t dispatched, didn’t budge after the confession.
And the guilt of his mistakes made him be patient, letters still being written and sent even with the lack of response.
Izuku would wait. He’d wait until Katsuki came back and they could fix–
“Shigaraki’s planning to go down with Bakugou.”
Izuku would wait. He’d wait until Katsuki came back and they could fix–
“Shigaraki’s planning to go down with Bakugou.”
.
.
When Izuku accepted Katsuki’s embrace the night before he realized it was the last, he accepted everything.
The hands that bruised his hips as Katsuki fucked into him with slow, deep thrusts turned fast and frantic, heated kisses mixed with the taste of tears and cum.
.
When Izuku accepted Katsuki’s embrace the night before he realized it was the last, he accepted everything.
The hands that bruised his hips as Katsuki fucked into him with slow, deep thrusts turned fast and frantic, heated kisses mixed with the taste of tears and cum.
It’s that memory that keeps him going on, day and night spent with little to no rest as he rode with the desperation that Katsuki had that night.
It’s ironic, how the tables have turned now.
How it’s Izuku who wished that he wasn’t good at lying.
It’s ironic, how the tables have turned now.
How it’s Izuku who wished that he wasn’t good at lying.
It’s blinding smiles and intense crimson eyes that push Izuku to raise his sword and drench it in blood not his own, every step a life being taken.
It’s light and heavy banters and Katsuki’s gruff voice in the mornings that leads him to the love of his life’s prone form.
It’s light and heavy banters and Katsuki’s gruff voice in the mornings that leads him to the love of his life’s prone form.
“Deku?”
And it’s to that voice that he hadn’t heard in months that makes Izuku break, admissions of love and lies spilling.
It’s Katsuki’s bloody smile that makes him realize that he’d let kingdoms burn for /this./
“Marry me again if you want to keep calling me that, Kacchan.”
And it’s to that voice that he hadn’t heard in months that makes Izuku break, admissions of love and lies spilling.
It’s Katsuki’s bloody smile that makes him realize that he’d let kingdoms burn for /this./
“Marry me again if you want to keep calling me that, Kacchan.”
ー終わり。END
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