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[askbensolo]

maybe life is best lived one step at a time.

and maybe sometimes difficult things are worth pursuing.

and maybe certain scars are worth overcoming.

[kiribaku-queen]

The Blood King and his Queen [7]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 2.4K

Summary:  From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

A/N: I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter because I think its my favorite chapter so far! FYI, if I don't update this series in a while, it'll be because I am working on an 18+ oneshot for a collab for Bakugou's birthday. So if that does happen, the regular uploads will happen after Bakugou's birthday. And let me tell you, its going to be S P I C Y~

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Your heart physically dropped when he said that. You felt sick. Your palms were sweating and shaking. The air around you grew dense and you felt like you couldn’t breath. You couldn’t move for that matter.

Ruin?

What would he do to you if he found out that you weren’t really a princess? That you were a fake lying to him this whole time. It made you sick, just imaging every cruel thing he could do once he found out. But then you remembered, he wasn’t like all the rumors you heard. He was different. He was kind and understanding. He wouldn’t really ruin you if he found out, would he? You shook away the thought. The more you think about it, the more you were likely to get caught.

You were completely exhausted from all that labor you produced in a week’s time. Town after town, you were able to help his people even if it was just a little bit. But it sure depleted a lot of energy out of you. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this drained before in your entire life. It’s not like you had to do hard physical labor back at the palace. This experience was hard on you but also gave you insight on the prince and his kingdom.

Completely drained of your energy, you sat down on one of the tree trunks his soldiers brought for you at the camp not far away from the village you were at. The impoverished village didn’t have enough shelter as is, so you were left with no option but to set up your own shelter. It wasn’t a big deal to you anyway since that’s how you’ve been spending your nights so far.

All the soldiers had gathered around to take a breather for the night and drink away the stress. You weren’t a drinker, but enjoyed the atmosphere the soldiers created: fun and rowdy, like they didn’t give a care in the world. They were dancing on tables, clinking their drinks together, singing songs while hooking their arms around each other’s shoulders.

You laughed at the sight and stretched out your arms. How you wanted to continue the night away but your muscles were soar and aching. A physical exhaustion that you weren’t used to and didn’t want to get used to.

Bakugou was watching his crew from the door, arms crossed and enjoying his crew have fun. He was never the one to be center of attention, so he had his own fun from the back. He saw the way you extended your arms, faced wincing from how sore you were. Cute. It was your last night of volunteer work, why not end the night with something special?

You felt the Blood Prince’s breath sneak up behind your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“Tired?” he asks.

“Maybe just a little,” you admit. You look up at him and he’s giving you those soft yet piercing eyes. He goes to sit next to you and everything is just… peaceful. In that moment you felt content. You felt free. If this was how life was out of the palace, if this was more to life than just serving a spoiled princess, then you didn’t want to leave.

“I am impressed, princess,” Bakugou spoke. “This whole trip, you never, not once sat out. You helped the whole time. Are you sure you’re a princess?” he side eyed you.

“If I am not a princess, then what am I?” you asked back. (y/n), what are you doing? You could expose yourself and everything would be ruined! But for some reason, you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to know his reaction and how he would respond. Maybe you would give up your whole mission for him.

“An innocent and hardworking beauty that is not a princess. She is my future queen who will help me restore this kingdom.” He came closer to you, meaning every single word. Your eyes softened and you got emotional, almost to the point of tears. He’s smiling at you, but suddenly gets up. But gestures for you to take his hand. Of course you did.

“I want to show you something,” he says and leads you away from the crowd of people and into the woods.

You two were walking for a while, your hand in his the whole way. He hadn’t told you where he was leading you to but it had to be something special if he was dragging you to what seemed like all across the country to get to your destination.

“Your highness, are we almost there yet?” you asked, fatigue hitting you once again.

“Almost,” he responds, continuing to look ahead. You huffed and held on tight to his hand so you didn’t get lost or left behind. After a few more minutes of walking, you felt the air get hotter and thinner. Bakugou smiles in front of you, looking excited.

“We’re here,” he announces. He pulls back these huge leaves, revealing a natural hot spring. The water was clear enough that you could see right through it, steam rising from the water, and rocks surrounding it, creating this gorgeous, peaceful atmosphere. Your eyes lit up and a loud gasp escaped your lips.

“How did you find this place?” you asked, getting closer to the hot spring.

“You like it? None of my men know about this place,” he says.

“It’s beautiful!” you continue to gasp, feeling the water with your hands. The heat of the water made you giddy and you couldn’t wait to hop in.

“You deserve it,” Bakugou comes up to, whispering in your ear. His statement made you blush, but this time, you didn’t hide it. He smirks behind you and you heard something falling to the floor. You dare turn around to see Bakugou shirtless, discarding his clothes one by one. As if your face wasn’t hot enough, steam was coming out of your ears with embarrassment.

“What are you doing?” you freaked out, turning around immediately.

“Getting in,” he said in the most obvious tone of voice.

“Together?”

“You’ll be on one side and I’ll be on the other,” he points out a huge rock, separating the hot spring into two pools. That seems a little better, but the idea of soaking in a hot spring together with the prince was nerve wracking.

“Princess, you can enter first, if that makes you feel better,” he suggested. When you turn to look at him, he already had his back turn out of respect for you.

So you undress and enter the heated water, noticing that all your muscles relaxed and the aches started going away as soon as you hit the water. You lean the back of your head on the rock and allow yourself to fully relax and destress. You could hear water splashing from the other side of the rock, indicating that Bakugou had also entered the water. Humming in satisfaction. You grew deeper and deeper in the hot spring until your nose was sitting on top of the water.

“Princess, I realize that I don’t know your name,” Bakugou spoke. Your name? You stayed silent. Was it wise to use your own name or should you continue to play as the princess?

“(y/n).” you decided.

“(y/n),” Bakugou repeated, elongating your name as if he stopped saying it, it’d disappear from him forever. The way your name left his lips felt like butter to him. He couldn’t help himself from repeated your name over and over again in his mind. You giggled and looked over the rock, arms crossed and head resting over them.

“Your highness, allow me to scrub your back,” you offered. Bakugou waved his hand while shaking his head.

“Nonsense. You shall not attend to me. We’re here to relax,” he had to remind you. But you insisted.

“But I want to, Prince Bakugou,” you pouted, jutting out your bottom lip.

“The high and mighty princess wants to wash the blood Prince’s back?” he questions playfully. He glances back to see you resting on top of the rock, giving him your big doe eyes.

“If you insist,” he gave up. He turns his back again, making sure to give you the privacy you needed to be able to come over to his side. You make your way over to him, covering your breasts in case. When you got settled behind him, you started washing his back.

You expected Bakugou to have scars from his many battles he’s had, but you didn’t expect his back to be covered in decolored and deformed wounds. Unknowingly, your hands went up to caress each scar.

“Does that frighten you?” he asks.

“Not at all,” you tell him honestly. “I think it makes you very brave.”

A comfortable silence fell upon you. Only the sound of water running and insects in the background could be heard. That was until you felt poke your butt. The hairs on your body hiked and you screamed as loud as you could, rising from the water in panic.

“Princess!” Bakugou instinctively put protection mode on, shooting up from his place to see what the danger was. You immediately clung to him, Bakugou wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. What Bakugou saw wasn’t an enemy but rather, a wild Japanese macaque monkey poking his head out of the water.

“Shoo!” Bakugou scared the monkey out of the water and back into the forest. Bakugou grunted and relaxed his shoulders. “Damn monkeys. I thought they only came out during the winter season. Are you okay, prin…cess,” he looked down at you only for you to look up at him with your exposed chest fully pressed against his chest. Now this could easily be the most embarrassing moment of your entire life. Your face heated up with embarrassment and you let out another scream, using all your force to slap him across the face. Bakugou wasn’t expecting such a reaction and it caught him off guard. You put for much force into the slap that Bakugou flew back and fell into the water. You ran out of the spring, covering up as fast as you could.

Bakugou had never been so flustered in his life. He was a blushing mess and now the image of your naked breasts on him could not escape his mind. He needed time to calm himself down and a certain friend from getting too excited.

When you both had returned back to the rest of the crew, everybody had been knocked out cold from the alcohol. Thank goodness, because they couldn’t see how awkward you two were at the moment. That night, you slept in the tent again while Bakugou camped outside.

But you couldn’t sleep. How could that situation happen to you, out of all people? You weren’t sure how much he saw of your naked body. Maybe he didn’t see anything at all. But you saw the expression on his face, he definitely saw something. You covered your chest and closed your eyes. To think that a man saw your body and it wasn’t even your wedding night.

You felt the wind enter your tent, the chill making you shiver. If it was cold inside the tent, it must be extra cold outside. Bakugou was sleeping outside. You bit your lip in confliction. You wanted him to be warm but that means you had to confront him. Ah, fuck it. You opened your tent and saw Bakugou resting on the grass with his cape wrapped around him. And it wasn’t doing a very good job because you could see him shivering. He couldn’t hide it no matter how hard he tried.

“Would you like to come inside?” you invite him in.

“It’s for you, princess,” he reminded you.

“I understand. But it’s too cold to be sleeping out here. Please. I insist,” you urged. He opens one eye and sighs.

“As you wish, princess,” Bakugou gave in. You scooted over to make room for the large man to sleep next to you. Bakugou made himself comfy but he was a tad too tall for the tent that he had to have his legs hanging out. The opening of the tent revealed the big, bright moon overhead.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” you apologized. Bakugou just lets out a breath.

“It’s whatever. I didn’t see anything, by the way,” he reassures you. Embarrassed again, you unconsciously covered your chest.

“You sure?”

“Erased from my mind,” he says as he closes his eyes and moves his hands around his head, as if he was erasing his memory. You laugh at his antics, more comfortable with the mood that was created. Bakugou laughs with you and turns to you, meeting eyes. This is the nth time that his heart leapt when you stare at him with those innocent, childlike eyes. He clears his throat and all of a sudden, his ears got red.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” Bakugou professed. You blinked in confusion. You weren’t sure why he said that. Glancing up at the moon, you guess you could say that it was beautiful. It was a full moon, and shone brightly above your heads. You weren’t versed in the poetics so you couldn’t comprehend the message the Blood Prince was trying to get at you.

“The moon is especially beautiful tonight. But isn’t the moon beautiful every night?” you responded.

Bakugou looks are you in mortification. Fuck, did he just get rejected? His ears got hot and he covered his mouth with his hands.

“Yeah… yeah it is,” he agreed, embarrassed. He took a deep breath in and back out again to calm his beating heart. You look over at him to see him a little distressed. You softly smiled, another side you got to see of him. It was cute. You could feel your heartbeat starting to pick its pace up and that’s when you realized. Gathering up all the courage you could muster, you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek you slapped.

“Good night,” you quickly say, then turned over to face away from him. Bakugou stops everything in his tracks and is frozen. He couldn’t help but smile and fall asleep next to you.

The moment you made the decision to kiss him was when you knew that you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to become his queen and rule his kingdom together. You were going to forget your past life. You were going to forget this mission you were on. You were the princess now. That was his truth and you weren’t going to change it.

A/N: For those who don't know, the phrase "the moon is beautiful, isn't it" or 月が綺麗ですね is a more poetic way of saying "I love you" in olden Japanese. And then the response to that would be "I can die happy" or 死んでもいいわ. Just for reference.

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Spoiler: drama starts in the next chapter :)

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[nyanzaya]

I know this gonna be long story but please tell me about your boys i'm all ears all night (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) i send this because you don't want to hijack my post, even if it's a good thing ( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ ) please introduce me to this world of Iza and Zuo (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

@if-that-so​

Oh gosh lol I can try for sure since it’s all in my brain, I got something written but-- Let me see if I can explain what kind of world they are in to begin with because I mean they are like alts so they would obviously be in Ikebukuro/Japan. They are hybrids, you can sort of think of it as that typical neko-trope with cat girls and cat boys and a bunch of other hybrids and supernatural type creatures.

In Iza and Zuo’s world, basically the hybrids are seen as less than human, of course there are people who see them as normal people with added on traits that make them distinct from humans. There’s a lot of themes, even dark themes, that go into their world honestly lol I don’t personally touch on all of them because there are just some themes I just don’t bother with lmfao. That’s basically like the premise of their world really. It’s pretty normal with, not much that’s weird about it? Hybrids are a normal thing but depending some see them as ‘less than’ human and others see them as just human and then there’s probably some that see them as something special.

I’m not sure which boy would be more interesting but honestly I think Iza is more interesting because he’s pretty complicated so I’ll start with him. ((This also got really super long so i-- put it under a read more LOL)

His whole beginning; basically he was born into the “pet life” and was taken away from his mom when he was...I want to say when he was like a 6 months old? And was basically given away as a gift and the thing with his mom (who’s name is Kata) was she was prized and treasured for her unique colorings, a black Burmese and garnet colored eyes with tufted ears and was basically “bred” because her kittens(kids) would sell for a lot of yen lmfao--- I’m not going to get into that because that’s literally a whole different topic--- Well, Iza was basically treated and raised as a cat, but for his young age he was very intelligent(and even the Burmese breed on their own are VERY smart) and the fact he was human too he just learned by watching, as a result he is very good at reading body language but he can’t read facial expressions. He literally watched and observed his First Master for 12 years? And if I remember right his First didn’t exactly see Iza as a cat, he saw him as like his son but what happened was he got blackmailed and his company was literally being destroyed and failing from the inside out. I think his friend who gave him Iza only gave him Iza as a gift because his wife left Iza’s frist master and like he was depressed and felt like his whole life was out of control and just getting this rare black little cat gave him a reason to keep trying because animals/other people/things that depend on you do that to you. Well, while he was blackmailed he had to do horrible things to Iza and had to basically make him an obedient pleasure pet. He hated literally every second of it and then he gave Iza away to the man that blackmailed him and disappeared because he was so disgusted with himself. Iza actually, has a narrative poem about it but I don’t think I’ll ever post it, maybe I should because that’s literally Iza’s poem but... I can’t bring myself to post something that implies you know lmfao. He does have two other poems about the first half of his life with his second and then when he was about 19-21? I can link them if you’d be interested in reading them

Life with his second master was well, horrible. At first it was fine but well, as a pleasure pet he had to do things he was taught to do obediently or be disciplined. Iza at one point did try to escape, but he was caught and was whipped, he still has the scars on his back and he even suffers from nightmares and ptsd because of him. Then afterward he was collared/chained to his second master’s bed. While he lived with his second he met a wolf hybrid who then later became his obsession before they had disappeared when they were saved from his second master. Iza was only with his second, who’s name is Yasui Teijo for... maybe 3 or 4 years honestly?

When he was rescued from his Yasui Teijo he got placed with a third master who isn’t exactly relevant to his story. Iza did eventually end up killing his third master but he only did after he climbed up to a position of self-made power. He became an informant and the way he gets his information is through the cat in the city because he has the ability to speak to them quite fluently. He became really credible and he even hides under the guise of a Fashion Designer. Well, this is the part where Zuo comes in.

Now. Zuo was literally created to be Iza’s equal and opposite reaction. It was originally only supposed to be about Iza, but he became too powerful and even in normal roleplays and threads no one stopped him(besides Shizuo--but that’s a whole different situation and he isn’t part of Iza’s story). Literally, Iza was allowed to murder and assassinate whoever he wanted whenever he wanted and with that new found power he went and used it to get his third master assassinated among other people.

Zuo and Iza met when they were both around 19/20(Zuo is a year older than Iza) At this point in Zuo’s life, he had been out of pit fighting/the gladiator ring for about 4 years. What happened to Zuo was his mother Aiko was also a pet just like Iza’s mom but she escaped and Zuo was one of her only kitten that she had. Now, their life was hard. They had to live on the streets because they were homeless and when Zuo was, I want to say like 8 or 9 I think, he actually hurt another normal kid on accident and his mother basically told him to use his strength and power to help people, not harm them and he held onto that tightly. Well, I want to say Zuo was like 12 when he was basically kidnapped and was thrown into the arena to fight for his life. Because of that, he is physically powerful; as in he could up root a stop sign too but he can’t stop something extremely heavy like a crane. He fought for survival and eventually ended up becoming Champion(A long with a ton of scars, especially on his hands and chest) but he couldn’t live with himself for getting to the top because he had to kill the people he considered his friends, including his senpai and kohai. So, he’s got a lot of like, ptsd. Zuo forced his way out of the pit fighting by basically starting a rebellion within and broke out.

At 17 he decided “Fuck this shit. Fuck all those horrible people. I’m going to do what my mom wanted me to do and protect people and help people who need help.” It kind of back fires. He became very prone to aggression and anger and would outright attack people instead, but would be remorseful about it. It would happen because he was still in that mindset of ‘This person wants to kill me. I have to kill them first so I can survive.” and it took him years to get out of that mental state. So when he met Iza when he was about 20 he was better, of course he still had his issues but he was in better control of himself and became a vigilante to do justice in the city; because at the same time Iza was gaining more power and had eventually gotten 2 or 3 police officers in his pocket and Zuo became frustrated because some police were not exactly doing good. He saw the police force as corrupt and took it upon himself to make things right in the city.

Zuo meets Iza, but he mistook Iza for a woman at first because Iza can and he does cross-dress. (he was supposed to be a drag queen but I decided against it) It’s not written in the original drabble, and if i were to rewrite it, I would mention that Zuo had gotten a strange feeling of “knowing” who Iza was, but he couldn’t exactly place where he knew him from because Zuo remembers his past lives. You end up finding out that Iza and Zuo had been chasing after each other in previous past lives and they always ended up opposite sides so they were always fighting since the beginning of their soul’s birth. Their souls, were predestined to always be at odds and everyone in their world has someone who is their opposite, whether they end up in love or hating each other always depended on the circumstances but the “good end” would be for them to end up together and be in love and the “Bad end” would be for them to always be apart. So, it’s almost like a WHOLE multiverse type thing, as in, in one universe they are happy together, but in an alternate of that same universe they are enemies. It sounds complex but basically every decision you make splits the universe so you have a universe where you did the thing and another one where you didn’t do the thing basically lol. WELL ANYWAY- Zuo ends up having mixed feelings for Iza because Iza got in his way from stopping a man from human trafficking and then Iza ended up killing that man in the same night. They were always after the same people, but the way they went about “stopping” them was opposite but in a sense it was the same? Iza used violence and ended up killing the people, but Zuo refrained from violence and only used it when he needed too which ended up being often.

I haven’t written how they actually got together but I’m thinking the way they got into a relationship was they talked and decided to work together instead. This was when they were like, 22/23. While together they felt “complete” but, because of Iza’s skewed vision of love he ended up manipulating and reverting Zuo back into someone violent and someone who used violence and justified it by “it’s for the greater good.” Eventually, Zuo realized what he was doing was wrong when I think he saw Iza kill some innocent people and realized that he had gotten drunk off the power and chaos. It’s in his birthday drabble but here’s the exert:

Iza laughed.        

And laughed before abruptly, he stopped. He gave a side-glance to the pole that had embedded itself in the wall, grinning. “Tom, just give into your true nature already. This-” He gestured to the fallen men before himself. “This is what you’re meant to do. Don’t you get it? Together, you and I could actually change something. Isn’t that what yo-”    

“Shut up! This- this isn’t what I fucking want. It’s what you want.” Zuo spat, the fur on his tail was fluffed, his ears laid back in defensiveness.    

These men Iza gestured to wasn’t the work of Zuo.    The iron in the air wasn’t the fault of Zuo.    

It was Iza that drew blood and he was covered in it. The tips of his ears to the tip of his tail. He wasn’t drenched but it was easy to tell that the blood on his clothing didn’t belong to him.“Don’t shift this...this shit on to me. You did it.”  

Iza’s ears twitched. Rejection was a bitter taste. “I’m doing you a favor, Dear. Isn’t the scent wonderful? It tells us that we are survivors. So, why don’t you draw some blood as well?”

A light flickered and suddenly Zuo felt a pain on his cheek. His brows furrowed. Iza flung a blade a him. The smell of iron further increased his rage. He didn’t want to return to being a brawler. Zuo was done being a gladiator for the entertainment of others and he sure as hell was not going to give into what Iza wanted. He brought a hand to his wounded cheek before he looked at his hand. Zuo saw the blood on his fingers.    

“Enough..” He spoke softly, his hand was shaking.    

Iza was quiet, watching Zuo. “Enough? Enough of what? This is the only way.”    

“How is this the only way?” Zuo’s closed his blood-tipped hand, as if to show his resolve on the situation.    

The black feline paced, taking a blade out of his pocket and twirled it between his fingers. “How? Haven’t you heard of the saying: ‘an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’? To allow these...humans to continue to use us and further lower our quality of life and longevity would be horrendous, no? We are just as capable as they are.”

“Fuck off with your ‘we’ shit! There is no ‘we’. It’s just you against everyone else.” Zuo growled, flexing his hands before he brought them together to crack his knuckles.

Iza stopped pacing taking in Zuo’s words. No we? He understood now. Even Zuo was an enemy of his now. This feeling in his chest hurt. It hurt to feel how Zuo rejected him. They were together, though Iza supposed that was impossible. There was a sting at his eyes but he wasn’t going to let Zuo see him fall into tears. Without thinking, Iza flung his knife. He almost missed his target, but his blade had impaled itself in Zuo’s shoulder.

“Well, well. If there is no ‘we’ then there can never be an ‘us’.”

Zuo knew Iza twisted his words. That wasn’t what he meant but if that’s what Iza saw, then all he could do now was to stop them from this senseless killing.

These were innocent people. All Zuo saw in front of him was someone who was crazed, lusting after more bloodshed. Someone who, Zuo was fond of. It hurt to see Iza turn into someone he didn’t know, or perhaps he had known who he was all along but had never seen it from a different perspective. Perhaps, Zuo had tolerated this behavior until it was too much.

How could he save them?

The cream-colored feline pulled the knife from his shoulder. “You threw your knife at me. So, I’ll assume you meant to hit a pressure point. That’s what you do, huh? So, that means you wanted to disable me to kill me then, huh?”

Iza’s ears leaned back.

Zuo brought his other hand to the other side of the blade, snapping it in half before dropping it to the floor. Another solid resolve. Zuo was going to be the one to stop Iza. He had to be. To let the black feline running wild with power? He understood now that Iza couldn’t handle the power; the rush of the high of being on top of the world.

Zuo would bring them back to earth. Even if it meant that this was their fate: To fight and oppose each other until the end.

That’s basically when they broke up but they officially stated they are not together.

Zuo and Iza both have the same exact goal: To save their kin from being seen as less than human but they go about it so differently that they will always butt heads.

Someone had to stop Iza from senseless bloodshed.

There’s definitely more facts to them for sure, like how they made a community together before they “split up” and how they were actually really in love with each other but the timing was off. They are like 27/28 now and by the time Iza is like 35 or 36 their kin would be “free” from being used for profits like animals but canonically, Iza ends up dying and leaving Zuo. I’m debating if I want to have it so Zuo dies too but LOL It would make sense if their souls are “bound together” in a spiritual sense.

But that’s pretty much their story. There’s a lot of details I didn’t add in honestly lol there’s so much more but this is already super long aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa