stuck together chapter III
Barbarian bakugo x princess! Reader
Your parents arranged you to the brash and rude prince of the barbarians to save their own skin
chapter two here
warnings: age gap(not illegal, reader is said to be around eighteen and bakugo is twenty to twenty one) talks of impregnating, and the usage of real fur for clothing. Slavery type shit, talks of being "gifted" people, racism from mitsuki.
I want to put a warning on the way a certain race in this story is seen, the way they are treated is the same way Aboriginal Australians are treated and they are very inspired by them. Please know this is not me being racist, this is me bringing light to the way indigenous folk are treated.
A/N WE ARE SO BACK. basically what happened was i was logged out, i lost my password, forgot the email used on this account, went through a fuck ass breakup which made me not want to write, rehab got in the way etc. I am however now, happy, healthy, remembering my passwords and emails and ready to write. I'm rusty so i don't know if this will be as good as the past two chapters, but bare with me. Also for context why the wedding gowns aren't white, wedding gowns being white are a relatively new concept, they only came into fashion in 1840, and id think if we were to put a date on this story we'd be between the 1480s and the 1790s, big gap i know but its the range.
also if anyone's wondering, Versaillea is the name of your kingdom.
AGED UP no pedos here
You stared at the ivory, almost white, Empyrean cross Versaillean dress on the stand . The long sleeves, off-the-shoulder fur collar, and intricate embroidery all screamed Barbarian bride. Yet the fuller, more rounded skirt, the kind that hinted at a ball gown reminded you of home.
In fact, the gown reminded you of your mother’s. Her wedding dress had been a soft baby pink, adorned with dozens of jewels, a grand skirt, and a tightly laced corset. She’d been painted wearing it countless times, always looking radiant; regal, even.
You doubted you’d look half as majestic in this. Ivory wasn’t a color you would have chosen for your own gown.
“It’s… pretty,” you murmured, brushing your fingers over the collar. “What’s the fur made of?”
Lady Mina, your lady-in-waiting, a gift from Queen Mitsuki herself answered in a flat, almost rehearsed tone. “Um… I think it’s lion. Or mink? I doubt they would use faux fur for your wedding gown, Ya Majesty.”
You examined the embroidery more closely; delicate flowers stitched in pale gold thread that shimmered faintly under the light. Beautiful, yes, but the layers of fabric made the dress feel heavy.
“Will it be hot on my wedding day, Lady Mina?” you asked.
The pink haired girl let out a weary sigh. “I don’t think so, no…”
You breathed a sigh of relief.
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, your eyes made a few last rounds of your dress.
"Do you like it your highness? This is the second dress we've had made, we don't have time to make another..." Mina murmured, peering over your shoulder with a look in her eyes that said "hurry up"
Mina was described as friendly and bubbly to you by Denki, yet when you met the girl she was nothing but boring.
“It’s pretty,” you said at last, offering a small smile.
“Wonderful,” Mina replied, her voice lighter now, a trace of relief breaking through her usual stiffness. She reached for the small gold bell on the vanity and gave it a loud ring. The sound chimed through the chamber like a battle-cry and within seconds, several attendants hurried in, their heels clacking against the hard wood floor.
Two women approached the dress with care, lifting it from its metal stand as though it were sacred. The silk rustled faintly, catching the light in ripples of ivory and gold. Behind them, Mina and another attendant dragged over the gown Katsuki had so eloquently dubbed ‘that puffball-ass dress’ barely an hour earlier.
The air thickened with perfume and the sound of rustling fabric. Fingers worked quickly. They loosened the laces of your corset only to pull them tighter again, the strings biting into your ribs until your breath hitched. You winced slightly as the pressure lifted your chest higher than comfort allowed, the shape perfect for royal portraits but far from natural.
“Please, not so tight,” you murmured, though you weren’t sure anyone truly heard you.
Mina’s hands were firm at your back, adjusting the fabric with a professional sort of indifference. “Its gotta hold, Ya Majesty,” she said quietly, tugging once more before nodding to the others.
The gown was lifted and slipped over your head. The inner lining brushed cool against your skin before the weight of the skirt settled around your hips. The attendants worked in practiced rhythm, fastening the back of the dress, smoothing seams, and whispering small approvals under their breath.
A shockingly small girl came out, white-blonde hair and yellowish green eyes. What really caught your attention was the horns, similar to Kirishimas but she was far too small to be a dragon. She stood barely at 4,8. She was dressed in the attire of the queen's ladies. Not the princesses ladies
She cleared her throat "her royal majesty, The queen" She bowed as a tall blonde woman practically glided into the room, her presence brought an aura about her that even after three weeks of being in the barbarian land, you still weren't quite used to.
"princess *name*" She said, looking over you. In the queens arms was a head dress, a similar to the french hood styled ones you wore at home. Yet it had been...Empryreanised? Instead of the careful lace and the delicate colours you wore at home, and had been wearing around the palace here. It was the same ivory and gold with blood red accents, large gem stones placed around where the crown of your head would be.
The design of it was loud, bright, regal.
"fit for a future queen..hmm?" she smiled to you, coaxing you into taking it.
"Its beautiful your highness" you curtsied in gratitude, reaching to take it and handing it to a lady for her to pin it to your hair.
You looked back at the small girl, a puzzled look painted across your face as if trying to figure out what she was.
"Isn't she beautiful?" the queen grinned as she walked around your chambers.
"o-oh! yes... your majesty"
"She was a gift from the Queen Momo, young queen but she gets the job done."
"a gift?" You looked over to her, earning a "tch" from a lady as she was actively trying to get the last pin into your hair.
“An alliance gift,” Mitsuki said lightly, examining her nails as though the subject bored her. “She sent at least a dozen of the little creatures. Her kingdom is crawling with them. dwarf dragons, they call themselves.” A faint, mocking smile curved her lips. “Lizards, if you ask me. That’s what they are. The result of elves breeding with dragons a few hundred years ago, and now they think themselves a proper race.”
Her tone dripped with the kind of polished disdain only royalty could perfect amused, cruel, and utterly convinced of its own superiority.
You looked to stare at the "dwarf dragon" her eyes filled with distain for the egotistical queen. "Shes certainly...small" You replied "but wouldn't you think after a few hundred years of the same breeding, they would be their own race?" you questioned her.
The queen let out this laugh, it sounded rich, loud and deep. She laughed as if you were a comedian in a tavern. Wiping her eyes of the tears produced from laughing, she looked at you with this bewildered amused look "their own race? please! their nothing but half-casts, mutts even! They do nothing but cause riot among Queen Momos kingdom, committing crimes left and right! On substances, The few who are civilised end up working in households anyways! Shes lucky to be in the royal household" she glared at the girl, silently telling her to be greatful.
"she could be forced to be a concubine, or a plantation worker" she emphasised on the roles.
“Her mother was a concubine.”
Queen Mitsuki’s voice was calm, but the words carried the quiet weight of scandal. She turned from the window and faced you fully, the folds of her gown whispering across the hard wood floor
You hesitated before speaking. “Are concubines… common on this side of the continent, Your Majesty?” you asked, trying to mask your discomfort with idea and the fear of katsuki taking one, as he had a habit of flirting with your ladies. The question left your lips more timidly than you’d intended.
Mitsuki’s expression softened into something deadpan “Painfully so,” she replied at last. “In Momo’s kingdom, and in Flamora especially. Their kings seem to collect women like medals. Here, it happens far less, though not unheard of.”
“The current king and the one before him; took no concubines. A small mercy, I suppose.”
Then she glanced back at you, a wry smile ghosting her lips. “But my husband’s grandfather, the late King Kenzo, took several. It was customary then, expected, even. To prove virility, power, and abundance of heirs.”
She gave a delicate shrug, the gesture as graceful as it was dismissive. “My husband was fortunate,” she continued. “Had he been born of a concubine, the crown would never have been his. Even noble blood stains easily when mixed with the wrong lineage.”
For a moment, silence settled between you, broken only by the crackle of the fire. Mitsuki’s eyes flicked toward the window again, distant now, as if watching ghosts no one else could see.
The silence stood as she clapped "well you look magneficent!" She beamed, "Lets show the king" she grabbed your arm, you soon remembered that you were trying on your wedding dress and head dress.
You were hurried down the winding hallways, the soft carpet muffling your footsteps as Mitsuki guided you with a firm grip on your arm. The walls, lined with gilded portraits and tapestries, blurred past as your heart pounded with nervous anticipation.
Finally, she stopped and ushered you into the drawing room. King Masaru and Katsuki were waiting, the sunlight streaming through the tall windows catching the edges of their garments. Mitsuki cleared her throat, loosening her hold on your arm, and the two men turned to face you.
Masaru’s eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. “Dear, you look… beautiful. Very queenly!” he exclaimed, his grin warm and genuine.
The contrast between father and son was immediately striking. The king and queen carried themselves with measured grace, their voices calm and formal, their gestures precise. Katsuki, in comparison, was rough around the edges—his posture relaxed, movements quick and unrefined. He had been raised among other barbarian children, and it showed in the way he spoke: rugged, blunt, and sometimes fractured.
Around the room, the ladies-in-waiting, court officials, and attendants mirrored his rougher tone. Their words were often clipped, their manners less rigid than the monarchy’s, creating a unique harmony of discipline and raw, earthy energy in the room.
You took a slow breath, trying to steady yourself, feeling both out of place and enthralled by the strange blend of nobility and untamed vigor that surrounded you.
"why 're ya tits so high up?" Katsuki asked, his eyes fixated on your chest
"THANK YOU I ASKED THAT TOO"
Katsuki wheezed out a laugh, grinning like a child fed candy.
"yer corsets too tight" He continued
Mitsuki looked over "it is now that i look" She turned behind you and opened the dress, loosening the corset so your chest went down.
"finallyyyyy" you sighed.
Mitsuki gave a small nod, but didn’t step away. “Now, we need to adjust the sleeves they’re still a little long. And the skirt needs to be spread more evenly so it falls correctly when you move.”
You groaned, swatting at the layers of silk around your legs. “I feel like I’ve been wearing this for hours already.”
Katsuki leaned lazily against the wall , smirking. “You’ve been waddlin’ like a duck for hours, too. Guess it takes time to learn how to be fancy.”
You glared at him, but he just chuckled, clearly amused by your discomfort. “Yeah, yeah, shut up,” you muttered.
Mitsuki stepped behind you again, adjusting the back of the gown with precise, practiced movements. “Do not be distracted by him. He has no concept of proper court etiquette.”
“He has plenty of concepts,” Katsuki shot back, grinning. “Just not the polite kind.”
You let out a sigh of exasperation, leaning slightly into Mitsuki as she fussed with the folds around your waist. “Can’t you two at least pretend to be serious for five minutes?”
Katsuki only laughed, wheezing softly. “Nope. Not gonna happen.”
Mitsuki finally stepped back, examining her work. “Better,” she said finally, her voice tight with approval. “Your chest is lowered, the corset is comfortable, the sleeves move freely. One more thing hair.”
You groaned again, knowing this would be the final test. Mitsuki’s fingers were deft and precise as she began twisting your hair into the high style the gown demanded. Katsuki hovered nearby, occasionally reaching out to flick a stray lock or tug a curl loose mostly just to see your reaction.
“Oi, quit it,” you muttered, swatting at him.
He laughed, a childish grin spread across his scar and dirt painted face. You smiled sweetly and for once, you two seemed to have a moment where you weren't beefing.
Later on (i am not writing this scene more I've been at it for an hour now)
You, now sat in a much lighter dress. Sat next to katsuki at the dinner table, you two were being forced to be near each other more often. You thought about the... dreams you had been having. How much you wondered if he was actually like that in bed. In your dreams he was rough, but what if he wasn't? Was he even a virgin? you were. That be really awkward if he wasn't and expected you not to be.
You looked over to him, then tried to sort of...maybe kindaaa... sneak a look at his dick through his pants.
He however noticed you "you right eye fuckin' me?" he snapped his fingers in your face.
holy shit.
you turned BRIGHT PINK. HOT PINK I TELL YOU
"i-i-im sorry i wasn't l-looking at y-your.. i was looking at the ground i swear!"
"My cock is not the ground"
you tried to slide down the chair as if you could hide yourself if you did.
"your gonna have to see it anyways i dont know why your so horrified" He looked back at the table of barbarians, drinking beer and yelling, some even play fighting. Mostly shirtless men making up the table.
"huh" you borderline whispered
"you need to produce me children, in order for that, you'd have to have sex with me" he acted as if your dumb "use ya brain fuck-head"
"i knew that." you tried to show you were strong, not a wimp.
neither of you said a word, just stared at each other
"wanna go fuck now?" Katsuki broke the silence
"EXCUSE ME?"
he busted out laughing, your reaction having him borderline pissing his pants.
"we're not married!" you remind him
"i kno- HAHAHAHAH ehh hah I know, but the look on ya face!" he was literally smacking the table over this
"bro stop...." you huff
“You’re so pink right now,” Katsuki said, . “Like… hot pink."
Your groan turned into a frustrated squeak. “I-I’m not pink!” you protested, though you could feel the blush spreading down your neck, your chest, everywhere.
“Oh, yeah? Then why is your face literally screaming at me?” he countered, leaning back again with that same crooked grin.
Your hands fell from your face, but your glare didn’t soften. “You’re impossible.”
“Mm, yeah, probably,” he admitted casually, smirking. “But that’s the thing about me, ain’t it? Can’t just ignore it. Can’t just… not notice.”
You froze at the words, heat pooling in your stomach again. He was leaning forward now, elbows resting on his knees, watching you like he was inspecting a prize. The audacity. The absolute confidence. Your breath hitched, though you tried to hide it.
Your mind spun, heart racing. Every thought of what he might be like… every dream you’d had about him… now felt impossible to ignore. And the worst part? You were painfully aware of how much you wanted him to notice, wanted him to tease you like this, even if it made you die a little inside every time he smiled that smug grin.
He leaned back, stretching one arm over the chair behind him, his smirk sharper than ever. “Look, you’re gonna have to get used to sitting near me, dealing with me, and yeah… eventually, dealing with more.” His gaze flicked toward the table of rowdy men, their laughter and shouting filling the room. “Might as well make peace with it now.”
You swallowed hard, cheeks hot, fingers gripping the edge of your chair. “I… I’ll manage,” you said, trying to sound firm, though your voice wavered.
“Mm, sure you will,” Katsuki replied lazily, but the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement and maybe even interest. “Just don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you.”
You huffed, trying to regain your dignity, but you couldn’t deny the thrum of anticipation running through you. That look, that grin… it was infuriating. It was magnetic. It was… maddening.
You tried your best to conversate with the ladies instead, but suddenly a big, warm hand rested on your thigh above the fabric of your dress. You looked down to see Katsuki, with his hand on your thigh. It didn't feel lustful, it felt comforting.
He wasnt even paying attention to you, talking with his friends. But still, the hand on your thigh showed some affection for you.
Slowly, carefully. You leaned your head on his shoulder, cheek pressed against his own skin, he looked over to you, smiled then looked back.
maybe it wont be so bad after all
Shorter than usual yes but i feel like this is a good way to continue the story, i genuinely had to re-read everything because i forgot the plot and then i decided to take inspo from another thing i posted where katsuki said things like "you dont smell like dirt" or "i dream of you often" because i feel like the broken way of talking is much cuter and i wished i kept it like that when i started the story a year ago. I will try to make the barbarians a bit more....primal? idk i feel like it would get sum of you guys going and on this page we are FREAKS.
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