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foresthyena · 3 months

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•Me n my friend are doing a bkdk writing competition so this is for shits and giggles. Bakugou is the Prince and Deku is a knight. Royalty AU•

~Warnings~: swearing,BKDK, violence,death,M*neta,sadist izuku

~start of the story~

Bakugou was blessed into a royal family being the first prince in over 40 years. He was what others would call a "miracle" which he found ridiculous and didn't give a fuck. He just wanted to be a normal teenager. But his mother refused to let him. She didn't want the future king to be around a bunch of peasents. So they've all came to an agreement that he studies at UA, where kids learn to be knights. Even if he didn't wanna be a knight he figured it's better then nothing. After about 6 months he had set his eyes on a green haired knight in training.

"KATSUKI. GET DOWN HERE NOW." the queen demanded of her son. The blond boy headed towards his mother huffing. Must she do this everytime? The blond thought to himself. "Now Katuski, I need you to pick a knight to watch over you. Your father has some errands to run and won't be around for a week. And I most certainly can't keep you safe. So take your pick of the litter." The boy rolled his eyes, "I can take care of myself you old hag! I'm not a little boy, I can fend for myself!" The young prince yelled at his mother. "OH HUSH IT! YOU GOT KIDNAPPED JUST 5 MONTHS AGO!" "THAT WASN'T MY FAULT! I WAS JUMPED BY A BUNCH OF THUGS!" "JUST DROP IT. IF YOU WEREN'T SO WEAK YOU WOULDN'T HAVE CAUSED ALL THIS TROUBLE. NOW PICK SOMEONE OR I WILL!" and that was enough for the prince to shut his mouth. He groaned and realized this might be a perfect opportunity to hangout with Deku for awhile. "I've made up my mind hag, I choose Deku from class 1A" the queen just looked at the boy puzzled, "that weak brat? Are you sure there isn't a better one?" Katsuki rolled his eyes once again, "yes I'm sure hag" Mitsuki just huffed and nodded, she proceeded to walk away to get everything set up. That's when 3 of Japan's most famous thugs broke into the castle. "PROTECT THE ROYALS!" one knight shouted from the left, 5 knights began to surround the prince and queen. That's when Izuku,Aizawa,Todoroki and Ochaco ran behind the thugs surrounding them. "hold it right there thugs!" Ochaco shouted drawing her weapon. The leader of the group, Shigaraki,smirked and pulled out a sword as well. "You sure you knights wanna do this?" Aizawa scuffed and drew his weapon as well. "Are YOU sure you wanna do this? We have you surrounded inside and out. Do you plan on leaving safely?" "HAHA OFC NOT YOU OLD MAN" The burnt thug yelled with a huge smile on his face. The blonde girl giggled and pulled out a pocket knife. She finds them easier to use and carry around. Todoroki had drawn his sword and ran right into them. He cut Dabis stomach not deep enough, but enough to bleed and sting. "WHY YOU LITTLE BRAT" Dabi swung his sword catching the boys pants and ripping them but leaving no damage. Aizawa takes this to advantage and stabs the thug right in his upper thigh. Shigaraki let out a chuckle as he watched this, "so cool eraser head" he quickly drew his sword once again and sliced Aizawa hand off leaving a clean cut. "YOU SCUMBAG THUG." Aizawa quickly kicked his weapon over to Izuku who quickly picked it up and gave a clean cut across Shigarakis face. "UAGH!" The thug wailed as he covered his face in pain. Toga took this as a chance to escape knowing they would lose. Ochaco quickly gave a stab to Shigarakis chest making the thug drop. "Give up now. Or we'll just end your life here." The girl spoke. "All of you will pay for this! This isn't over!" Dabi screamed as he quickly jumped back to the way he came from escaping with a limp. "We've got the leader, that's all that really matters. Ochaco and Todoroki handcuffed the thug taking him to the dungeon. "Oh yes Midorya, the queen wants to speak with you" The green haired boy nodded and walked over to the royals. The room was now cleared and it was the three of them. "Izuku, I have an offer for you. If you're willing to take it" Queen Mitsuki stated as she looked at the young boy. The young boy beamed up at this, "what's the offer your highness?" Mitsuki nodded, "The king will be going out of the country for awhile. I need you to watch the prince. Can I trust you with this duty?" The queen stated looking the knight right in his eyes with no expression. Izuku nodded, "yes ma'am you can count on me!"

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hail-brod · 1 year

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Long Lasting Encounter

Prince!Midoriya Izuku x Elven!Reader

Masterlist

He just wished to save you and for you to feel safe. But then, how did things escalate so much in such good terms?

One thing he would say, he was just glad he met you.

It was just going to be a simple morning and a simple start of the day.

With him atop on his trusty companion of a horse, riding along the brightly lit forest, away from the busy kingdom of his. An early stroll amidst the refreshing nature of a peaceful living. Or so he thought.

By the bushes of green and ragged leaves, someone laid.

His mind immediately races at the sight as he lands down from his horse and rushing to the side of the person.

But no, it wasn’t a person at all.

With pointy ears and the relatively small body frame, the Prince gasps at the revelation.

An Elven.

A race that many people know of but not many have seen nor interact with. All consisting of females with no idea how they mate for offspring. People would assume the reason why they are rarely seen is because of their low numbers for being unable to populate and is at the brink of extinction. As much as the green haired prince would love to say that isn't the case, he still longs to know whether that these Elvens are faring well in their own space.

Although, now that he has come to face with an actual one and an injured one at that, the complexity of the thought shuddered him.

Laid down atop the bush was you, with blood oozing down your torso. Your heavy breathing made the man's own hitch in horror. Hurriedly, he leaned down further to your sprawled form.

"What happened to you?! A-Are you- Oh no no no no....!“

What can he do?

All forms of panic and incomprehensible thoughts mangled his brain. He can't let you die. Most certainly not because that's not something he would bear living with when he could do something right now!

Your brows creased into a frown as the pain of your injury was evident, making the man slowly pale.

Think! Think!

Elvens. What does he know about them? From the books? His elders? His people? He rummages through his mind for any information that could pinpoint on what he knows could help and slowly he realizes what he remembers.

"A kiss is also a means for a miraculous revival. Do not be mistaken for a kiss on the lips is what to be done!"

Now he does pale at the memory.

Not even a single person haven’t mentioned anything about the revival kiss for Elvens because many connoisseurs for that matter have also quoted on the same fact. Could it actually work? Although, they say it’s a revival solution but you weren't dead so it probably won't work. Then what can he do now? You were struggling to breath and how much time would it take for him to bring you to the castle without you losing more blood? And you were a race that for many decades, people have not seen your kind. How would they react to your appearance?

Hush now. There is no time for these questions. He has to act. Now.

Before he could set on his next move, a grumbling cough from you made his mind fray off to the side, an ache in his heart coiled in as he sees your strained expression.

One moment, he was already leaning in and lands his lips on your own.

His cheeks undoubtedly flared and his eyelids pressed together, not wanting to witness his own actions and only hoping for the words of his knowledge to come true.

Unfortunately, another thing happened.

You didn't hesitate to swing your palms and collide it on the man's cheek, slapping him into oblivion.

"G-G-Get away from me!" You shout at him.

With a ragged breathing and a faint glare shooting on the man’s existence, you grit your teeth at your quite reckless action. Your blooded stomach ached more.

The man snapped in his trance as he immediately speaks his mind, waving his hand frantically at you—as if to say he wasn't going to do anything rash no more. "I'm so sorry!- I didn't mean to- I- I wasn't going to- My intention was to help you, I just- I don't know why it didn't work? O-Or it isn't actually....true....- Oh, good lord. I'm truly sorry! I'm sorry if I made you horribly uncomfortable and invaded! I w-won't ask for forgiveness- what I've done is undoubtedly horrendous of me-"

Before he could continue further and realizing that he had rambled enough to waste time, he caught on your strained sigh.

"I...I see now. You humans assume a lot of things, it never fails to make me not question why we Elvens stay away from you." You let out, bringing the back of your palm to your lips. You avoid the man's gaze as you try to steady your breathing once again.

A man kissed you. A stranger at that. You can’t help but feel the rising displeasure on your chest and the raging feeling of annoyance at the action.

People spread these urban legends lies about anything and that even your race couldn’t escape from. A kiss is also a means for a miraculous revival- blah blah blah. Sure, Elvens have certain abilities to relay blessings or connections through a kiss but a kiss for revival? It’s laughable because it doesn’t exist. The only thing that these lies did to you was disregard your own consent, falling prey to a human’s naivety. But nonetheless, he only did what he thought was right. You never thought he’d take it upon himself to go over a lengthy apology for you the moment he had realized he was tricked by his beliefs, and that proved to be something courteous.

When the green head was about to open his mouth, you added.

"I get it. You tried to help...I guess. I don't need your apologies no more."

"You heard about the…the sayings...I mean, I still feel bad. So bad." He says, giving you a worrying look. "But I want to make it clear that...I have no intention to take advantage of you. I do very much want to help you."

You took in his words and you didn't miss the sincerity coated in them. So you gaze up to him, having a clear view of his appearance. Green streaks of curled hair and gentle green eyes that stare down at you with unblinking stars of innocence. After what he did, you’d never believe he was a pure one but you faintly feel displeased from the thought. You almost don't realize his speckled cheeks that was now growing in a shade of red.

A man. He was a true man.

The ones that tried to capture your kin we're full of male knights, craving to hold your people as slaves for their filthy kingdom—and none of them we're worthy for you to be called a man.

The man that your Elven elders always told you to sought out in the future was far from cruel and twisted. You'd hate to admit that you had long lost the admiration for pursuing human outsiders even before your home's invasion but coming across a man that felt so...true was making you rethink your thoughts.

But you can't judge it yet. There are always hidden sides to a being.

Dropping your head back down, you feel a growing headache and the fatigue catching up to you fast. You almost forgot you had spent days having nothing to eat in the prison you escaped, your energy is already up.

Before you could fall unconscious, you bask in on your savior's expression when he realized your state. Eyes dilated with full concern and his words starts to get muffled in your ears. Finally shutting your eyes close, the last thing you felt was his warm palms on your shoulders.

Giving you the comfort you have been craving for the past few days.

“You’re a prince?”

You asked.

You were placed on a fairly big-sized bed, sitting up straight to converse with the green head who was your savior. The said man scratched his cheek, nervously laughing at the confrontation. That was all you needed for you to know. “I apologize for slapping you…But that doesn’t mean your actions were valid. I still do feel invaded and it doesn’t mean that you’re a prince, I would just brush off your antics for nothing.”

You scold him as your glances switched from your hands to his guilty form from time to time. Seeing his meltingly retreating body from your words was enough evidence that he truly felt bad for what he did. You’d like to go hard and be aloof towards humans especially after what you have been through but you still had a heart. And that heart can see if someone else’s does too.

“Thank you, though….for- saving me. Maybe also, for trying to save me.” You huff, redirecting your mind to the kiss. Your first kiss. Even if your people were all women, it doesn’t mean they don’t get to find their true love with one another. That’s one of the most blissful part in the life that you’ve grown up with.

But either way, you never truly thought a kiss would feel that…soft.

Before you could reminiscent further, the Prince speaks. “I-… I just did what I had to do. I couldn’t leave you there suffering…Tell me, what actually happened? P-Please do not fret! I won’t force you to speak if it unease you.”

You remember and shift your mind. Your people weren’t headless chickens nor unskilled in the arts of battling. You trust them when it comes to your life and you know they would do anything to save everyone they care for, even if it means to sacrifice themselves. By now, the other Elvens that weren’t abducted should be hiding deep and deeper into your homeland’s forest as the others would be preparing for their turn to invade that damned castle.

You do feel on edge knowing that you had escaped the prison while the other Elvens were still contained there. You want to go and help them. Save them from their grasps. Go home and fight alongside your people’s fury and worries for their loved ones.

But here you are, stuck in the state of starvation and fatigue from your injury.

You can tell him as much. After all, it was their neighboring kingdom that had fault your people.

The green head observes your trailing form, skimming back to his words if he ever said something wrong. Worry creased on his brows, his sense of goodness to soothe your emotions started to grow the more you frowned.

He thought he’d be hitting a vital spot on what you had gone through but as he waited, you told him what happened. His neighboring kingdom’s invasion on your homeland. The abduction of you and your people, chaining you all to be slaves for life. And your risky break out from their walls as you end up on his kingdom’s borders.

Hearing all of that was a way to awaken his responsibility as a prince—or even a future king—to act. But before that, he wants to ensure your being and state. What were you feeling right now? Knowing that your friends and loved ones were being treated cruelly in the hands of terrible people, it clenches his heart with dread.

“I’m sorry about your people….but I want you to know that, after telling me all that, I won’t just stand and do nothing. I’m not done helping you, so please rest easy.”

You were awestruck. You gazed at him with hopeful eyes as you took in his stern but kind expression. “Why?.…I am grateful for that but, this would mean a war. You shouldn’t put your kingdom into the steps of our troubles, wouldn’t that harm your people?”

The Prince’s expression softens. “I won’t resort to that as the only solution. Negotiation and allegiance to stop them from harming your kin are still ways to go with. The thought of going to war is never a good thing, I’d really like to avoid that.”

Your shoulders fall at his answer. You softly ask. “You do?”

“Very much.”

“How can I know you’re trustworthy?”

The man blinks. It is understandable for you to not give him trust yet. He’d only save you once and you’ll owe him, there are ways that he could be trying to trick you into something.

But he would never do that. He’s far from that.

“I will protect your homeland no matter what happens. Your people will have a place in our kingdom. I promise you that.”

With blazing fiery in his emerald eyes, Izuku connects it with your willed ones. You stare at him with a growing fondness in your chest as his eye contact almost make you feel so bare and exposed. As if in one moment, he melts your problems away with just his determined gaze until it does make you feel melt in bashfulness. Intense, you may say, and your chest starts to race abnormally.

You’ve never believed it but, some men are actually charming. Particularly, a green haired one.

You had spent your second day within the Prince’s castle walls to recover your full energy and your injury. Troublesome it may, your wound was quite vital but you sure hope to go home soon. You were task to not move around by the doctor of the castle, even though he had given you weird and cautious looks for being a true Elven, he implied more that your wound could open up if you do so much as sitting up or down.

You only abide.

So you find yourself still on the bed, with the green head prince accompanying you. You wouldn’t say you dislike the interaction, it certainly does take you away from your imminent growing thoughts of pessimism.

Although, now the conversation shifts into something that….people do wonder about your kind.

“How are you born?” Izuku questions. “I’m sorry if this is something odd to ask….But I just wonder. Elvens are just really mysterious to a lot of people. Of course! I wouldn’t do anything to disrupt your way of living as a secret.”

His shoulders tense up as he gives you an assuring look. Your mouth tug up in a small smile at his reaction. “It’s nothing to be crazed about. We are simply born out of nature’s rare plants that you don’t see anywhere, only our homeland has it.”

You reveal. You bask in on the Prince’s expression, with wide eyes expand in wonder and amazement. An enthusiasm you haven’t seen on a being after just revealing something about your origins. He looked so…bright. An innocence that didn’t fail to make your cheeks flush.

“That means it only grows in your homeland, right?!”

You nod. Tight-lipped.

“That’s astonishing! Oh! And you ride those gigantic rock golems?! They say they’re protectors of your land.”

“Well, yes but not quite. Gigantic golem deers, they are. We do ride them, of course.”

“Gigantic golem deers?!”

The man exclaims, only growing in excitement as he lights up more in your sight. Rambling more for words that stacks up to any thought. His smiles of mirth and chuckles of merriment were a welcomed reaction as you yourself gazed softly at his form. Your chest swells up as you smile.

“…but wait.” He halts, cupping his chin. “Where have they gotten the idea about the revival kiss in the first place?”

You stiffed at the implication. Where you say? Well…

“It was tampered from the true origin.” You answer as your gaze lands on the marbled floor. “It does makes sense for it to be twisted into something else since it only happens when we….initiate mating….with other beings….”

Your words slowly drift off in the end. You try not to flare up from the statement but you did anyway. And when you did land your eyes back on the Prince, he was much worse than you were faring.

“T-T-That- What I did- I tried to- to- to- Did I try to- mate with you?!” He panicked, reddened cheeks overtaking his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen- to do! Or- Ugh! I don’t want you to get the wrong idea! I’m really sorry-“

“Please, calm down!” You retort. “It isn’t like that. It had nothing to do with a kiss on the lips. It’s meant to be on the cheek….so calm down. Either way, it isn’t the same if the other race does it—only Elvens get to initiate it….” You panted. Your frantic heart finally subsiding.

“Oh….” Izuku breathes out, shoulders sagging. “I- I see….”

Though, he was furiously blushing. And it fits him so much.

Halt now. You shouldn’t wonder more into that.

“Y-Yes…” You speak up. “That rarely happens since we are….so far off from…the others.”

Your voice trails off once again as you try to regain the steady chatter. “So, future king?”

As you mentioned it, the man shifted up in a faint of delight. Though, his blush was still evident, he tried to let the conversation shift as he glances at the bedsheets.

“Hmm...I am the next in line. Isn’t that a tremendous change to happen in the lives of this kingdom’s people? I mean, for me as well.” He chatters light-heartedly. You take in his now smoothed expression as he goes over his words, you listen eagerly.

You listened and listened to his thoughts over being a good king and being able to improve more the lives of his people. You thought no one could ever rule a kingdom with just kindness because dirty work and sacrifices must be made but Prince Izuku? He has this will that pushes you to hope for better days. He cares so much over his words whenever he talks to you, mindful if he was being insensitive. You can see he strives to be a person that anyone would want by their side. A king that values his own people more than just ruling.

You’re rooting for him.

Some point in his rambling, he gets awaken by the fact that he was talking your ears out but you immediately say you don’t mind. His eyes widened at that.

Now, why would anyone want him to stop talking about his good-natured views and tender words of peace. You wouldn’t want to leave out his light and soft tone when he speaks. His voice that carry the wisp of salvation for others.

“I like listening to you. So please…don’t stop.” You say.

The green head combusted in shades of red.

“Ve….Very well…” He trails. “It’s just that, no one’s really like the way I…ramble on and on. It’s a habit of mine that ticks them off. Not a proper way to speak as a prince they would say.”

You frown at that. “Then you shouldn’t mingle with those people. They clearly don’t see your dedication and wonder in a lot of things. It’s admiring. Prince or not, you can tell them off for choosing your morality.”

The Prince blooms at your statement. His chest seemed to flutter, as if it was slowly engulfed in a warmth that made his heart throb. He was speechless.

“And with all honesty, your voice is beautiful.”

He spluttered at his seat. At this point, he was crazing so much in blush as he goes to cover up his cheeks with the back of his hands.

You only giggled softly at his reactions, amusement evident in your eyes.

You weren’t teasing him. No. Your words were coated with truth that he deserves to hear. You can proudly say it yourself that you were lucky he was the one to save you from dying out in that forest.

“I-I- don’t know what to say- There’s no way you…you- you because! My voice isn’t even a-all that flattering…I’m not that- flattering….”

Oh, you beg to differ.

“Are you going against my preferences, dear Prince? You don’t get a say on what’s flattering or not.”

“B-But I-“

“You are a fine young prince. A flattering one.”

“W-what? No, I’m-“

“Hush.”

“….”

“Good.”

By now, His Highness was covered in the graces of flaring flames atop his cheeks as he goes to hide the majority of his face from you.

How could he go on further with that? He was a prince that nobody cared so much for. He wasn’t charming. He wasn’t admirable. He wasn’t ideal to be that prince that people will swoon over for. Planned marriages for him didn’t always worked so well, as far as he knows.

And yet, here you were. Saying every word that was the opposite of everything that he thinks of himself. You could be just saying it for the sake of good intentions. But your soft expression and gleaming eyes says otherwise. You looked genuine and sure of your praises that he realized he hasn’t notice the flaring flush on your cheeks were visible.

And for sure he can’t argue with that fact that you were flattering as well.

He blushed harder.

The day came for you to set out back into the woods and unto your homeland. Gladly, with the Prince’s help, he managed to negotiate with the neighboring kingdom about your other kins being contained there. Saying that he and his father were alerted by their cynical motives and now making a move to have a say that his kingdom are now protecting your people.

Everyone did thought lowly of him but he wasn’t easily going to let it off the hook. It was always his motive as a young boy to help and bring justice to everyone around him and he wasn’t going to stop now.

With some little bit of persuasion on the matter, and reminding them of their powerful asset such as the known mighty knight of their kingdom, they didn’t pushed on further into displeasing his wishes.

Though, he still has their eyes on them just in case.

You both finally arrive outside the woods were the green head saved you. It was now time to bid your farewells with him. Feeling much better than the past few days that went by. Truly, Elvens are magnificent. Their body can heal faster than any other kind!

But he dreads this particular moment. He had enjoyed so much of your time and your kind words could never be forgotten. You were someone that he wishes to be with. A tender heart and a soft pure gaze. A great listener and a comforting presence.

And those blissful lips.

He sighs dreamily but immediately snaps out of his daze.

“It was a pleasure to be your damsel in distress.” You lightly laughed as you faced him. Izuku brought up a smile, a faint blush on his cheek.

“It’s my duty to be a savior.” He replies.

“Thank you….Thank you for helping my people. I’m forever grateful.”

“I just did what’s right. I should be the one thanking you…I’m just so glad that I got to- to meet someone like you…”

His heart bubbled as he got lost into your eyes. He swallowed hard the moment he saw your lips go up into a sweet smile he had never seen you wear.

“Likewise.”

You reply, but after you did, you stepped closer to him as you start to lean your head towards him.

And placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“My Prince.”

A kiss. On the cheek. A kiss. On the cheek.

Oh.

He soon realized that the last thing he saw was your blushing face and the smile that he'll keep dreaming about for the following weeks as you disappeared in his line of sight and off into the woods.

He didn’t know how much time went by as he stood there with a flaring face. He could still feel the lasting remnants of the kiss as he brought his hand on his cheek, recalling the meaning of the gesture.

He actually wouldn’t mind.

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