ancient greek god katsuki who's worshipped both in fear and awe. people offer their respect in hopes of appeasing him and have his protection.
ancient greek god katsuki who’s temples are built into cliffs and volcanic stone, always warm to the touch and harsh breezes passing through.
ancient greek god katsuki who hates offerings of gold and luxury, preferring acts of bravery, blood, and devotion earned through actions.
ancient greek god katsuki who demands strength from his priests and priestesses, choosing only those who refuse to bow easily and meet his gaze without fear.
ancient greek god katsuki who secretly favors you above all others, though he disguises it with dismissive comments and rude commands.
ancient greek god katsuki who is unaccustomed to restraint, yet never touches you at first. circling you like a storm held back, curious how long you will endure him.
ancient greek god katsuki who watches you take care of the temple, silently judging every movement, yet intervenes the moment you are alone.
ancient greek god katsuki who starts appearing more often, always under the excuse that his temple is being “neglected,” even though it has never been more pristine.
ancient greek god katsuki who tests you constantly, flickering flames too close to your robes, rumbling the ground beneath your feet, just to see if you will break.
ancient greek god katsuki who speaks to you through bursts of heat and sparks at first, until one night he manifests fully just to argue with you face-to-face.
ancient greek god katsuki who denies being attached to any mortal, yet refuses to let another priestess take care of his temple and statue.
ancient greek god katsuki who burns offerings to ash instantly, except yours, which he lets linger, savoring the act like it means something more.
ancient greek god katsuki who teaches you how to fight, guiding your hands, his presence overwhelming and close enough to feel your clothes almost burning under his touch.
ancient greek god katsuki who would never call it love, but reshapes fate itself to keep you by his side forever.
Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.
It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.
Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.
Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.
You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?
Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.
But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.
“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.
But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.
Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.
It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.
“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.
Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.
But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.
“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”
“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.
“Thank you.”
He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)
The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.
“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.
You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.
“Wanna review the material after class?”
You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”
And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.
He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.
Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”
“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”
“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.
But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…
You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”
He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.
“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”
You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.
“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”
“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.
That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.
Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.
So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…
cw: ares!bakugou x aphrodite!reader, fem!reader, mentions of war and violence, bakugou who is so pathetically in love but doesn’t know it
he finds you in a place unlike any other he’s previously found you in — sitting on the ground behind a quaint little market stall near the sea, where purple weeds grow from old brick and the streets are worn and dusty. the sun shines bright here, always has, but illuminates your little corner something special — golden and honeyed, reflecting off the jewellery hanging from your ears and wrists.
this is not the sparkling marble and iridescent gold of mount olympus; this is not the illustrious facades of athens, nor the rich fabrics and skilfully carved stones of abyssinia. you’re selling flowers — clay pots of red roses and white geranium; dandelion bulbs for next spring. they pour over the stall and onto the ground, long, frond-like leaves and jewel-toned petals, encapsulating you in an orb of beauty. it suits the city, with all its charm and narrow streets, but at the same time you eclipse it all. it’s only natural, he supposes — godliness rarely ever goes unseen, and you most godly of all.
his boots are caked in dark mud; his sword clangs loud at his hip, and the crowd parts for him instinctively. those who have any sense turn away from him, scurrying along with their baskets of fruit and loaves of bread, smart enough to avoid soldiers and smarter, still, to avoid those of his nature; those who are perhaps more foolish turn to gape at him as he nears you, taking in the slope of his broad shoulders and his unpleasantly-contorted face. he imagines it almost comical, the juxtaposition between you, but he is no stranger to your treachery, nor your barbs.
you do not regard him when he nears, but he would be a fool to think you haven’t noticed him — as expected, your pretty lips split in a smile when his shadow falls over you.
“aphrodite,” he greets, plain and frowning. “what business have you here?”
it is more respect than he allows most other gods, except perhaps his father and mother — but you are you, born from sea-foam and gore, and he knows your power as intimately as he knows his own. if his power is drawn from combat, from war and blood and guts, yours is much from the same; jealousy, dark and curdling, crimes of passion, blood-coloured rubies and garnets. it is only this that stays his irritation, bubbling instead as something just as fierce and red-hot in his chest.
“here, i am known by one name, and one name only,” you only say, demure. a sharp blade in your right hand, and a thorn-ridden in the other, you make quick work of slicing the hardy stem in half. “they call me _____. it is a good name. what name have you taken in this form, dearest ares?”
he stares at you — eyes the roundness of your shoulder beneath your robes, the embroidery of which is delicate and expertly done. your eyes are half-lidded, cast down to your work, the shadows of your eyelashes curving over your cheeks. it has never been a question of his (or any other, for that regard) as to why you govern all matters of beauty. it is clear as the sun in the sky.
your eyes flicker up from the flower blooming in your hand. he realises that he did not avoid your question quickly enough — his head still stumbles over dearest ares. no matter. you’ve never bristled at his misanthropic silence or brutish remarks — only brushed them off with a knowing smile or distracted sigh, like he was nothing more than an overexcited puppy nipping at your ankles. it should annoy him more than it does, perhaps, but there are more pressing matters to attend to.
“war will find its way here,” he says shortly. looking away from your face and finding his mind clearer, he takes in his surroundings more fully; the cobbled streets, the wooden crates of produce, fresh and shiny. the smell of salt in the air, the heat of the sun. if he had such an appreciation for beauty, for aesthetics, he would perhaps feel worse about the sorry state this place will surely be in once the fighting is over. this is wholly against his nature, though; he cannot deny the chance of a good fight sparks something in his stomach. still, he attempts to dull his blood-thirst when he turns to you once more, and says: “most will die. blood will fill these streets, and fire will burn these stalls. none will inhabit this village for the next hundred years.”
he hadn’t expected tears from you, to be sure, but he still finds himself surprised when you simply respond: “hm.”
the stem is cut in half again. then, methodically, your blade slices away at the thorns.
“does it please you, sweet ares?” you say, then, peering up at him from below those gods-forsaken lashes — and he is frozen once more. “to look here, at that peaceful horizon, at these swarms of mortals, and see war?”
“yes,” he says. honest. you know his nature.
“hm.” after another pause, you raise a hand; beckoning him close with a simple wave that he is all too weak to resist. his knee finds the cobblestone, his other forming a rest for his arm. he is not unaware that this could be regarded as deference. better you than apollo, or hephaestus, or dionysus, or any other.
you lean forward. he bends towards you, too, until less than the width of your stall separates you. would he be a mortal man, this proximity would have already ruined him for all others.
“by the time this village is in ruins,” you say, voice a low whisper, eyes boring so pointedly into his — so close that your breath heats his lips, and the smell of roses clouds his head, “i will be gone, or perhaps i will be among it. and i will find another town just like it, or a city thrice its size, or a village not even half of it. and you will follow me there, as you have followed me for millennia, sweet…?”
“katsuki.”
a toothy grin suddenly eclipses your face — all hints of secrecy or solemnity vanished. his cheeks are hot — he hadn’t even meant to reveal it, the inconsequential name of his current human form — but before he can snap at you, snarl his embarrassment away, you reach up. that same flower you had been carving away at is deftly tucked behind his ear, fragrant and blooming, and he is equal parts enraged and astounded by it. you can see it on his face, too, and laughing, stand to your feet.
“sweet katsuki,” you say, turning away from him, “let us meet here again. bring your war. i will bring mine.”
you disappear around the wall — or perhaps in the fluttering of a butterfly’s wing, or a ray of golden sunlight.
katsuki — ares — is left, with his mud-stained boots and his face contorted somewhere between anger and incredulity, a rose in his spiked hair.
You knew that from the moment you woke up to the time you stepped out of your room, someone was bound to attack you. Whether it was your younger brother or your best friend, you were never surprised. Your best friend, Katsuki Bakugou, had been in your life quite literally from the time you were carried into your house two days after you were born, up until now. His family had moved into their house the day you were born and surprisingly they had a little boy that was just a few months older than you. You two had known each other from diapers and playdates your mothers would set up, and you were both now seniors in high school.
To say Bakugou was pretty was an understatement, you had watched him blossom into the man he was today, and to say you were attracted to him was nothing but the truth. Apart from his looks, he was never but anything nice to you, although he could sometimes be a dick. He was especially mean to your other friend Midoriya, but he seemed to cool off around you like he had some kind of soft spot. He’s sly and clever and while he seemed to have a problem with anyone that wasn’t you, this made your friendship all the better. From his cleverness and anger issues, and your sarcasm and witty comments about anything, you two were unstoppable. The tree between the two houses stopped neither of you from going over to each other’s houses and only proved to strengthen your relationship as it became a regular hangout spot. From talking about anything to nothing and just star gazing at two am, the spot was one of your favorite places. Going to school with Bakugou was nothing but fun - you two caused little problems for others and then blamed it on one another.
The only thing that was annoying about the said boy was that he never failed to cause trouble at your house. It was never anything to actually cause harm but they were annoying. Bakugou and your younger brother seemed to be glued at the hip when he was over, you didn’t mind - you loved seeing him bond with your family - but these pranks were getting out of control. Bakugou used to dislike the young boy but after time and lots of hanging out, they seemed to be best buds. As soon as your brother as they became close friends, Bakugou had stolen him away from you and started devising their plans to ruin your life. Once they were both home from school, your two favorite boys would be dead set on making you question if they really were your favorite boys. Your parents were also very fond of the boy and didn’t seem to mind that he seemed to love to tease the hell out of their daughter. The pranks weren’t that bad when they first started doing it but sometimes it would get out of hand. Like the time you were almost late to school and they had put salt on your toothbrush that morning and watched your reaction when you stuck the toothbrush in your mouth, you quickly spit it out and washed your mouth out while flicking water on the two laughing boys on your way out of the bathroom. Or the time when they taped a piece of paper to the bottom of your computer mouse when you were trying to do homework, you were almost in tears when you tried calling one of your parents. Bakugou was chuckling when he pulled your hand that held your phone so he could show you what really was the problem calling you a dumbass right after. You slapped his chest as a frustrated sigh left your lips. The pranks weren’t only at your house though - when Bakugou was out at dinner with your family one night, your brother and he had secretly asked for the waiter to keep the wasabi on your dish, and your reaction when you started eating was priceless. Your brother and Bakugou, plus your parents, were losing it at the restaurant and all you could do was offer a glare that promised you’d get back at the two later.
It was the first day of your senior year and you were scared that the pair of boys were going to ruin your morning. It was the first day of your last year of high school and to say you were excited about leaving the place was an understatement, and if your brother and Bakugou tried ruining that for you, you might just lose it.
to anger issues: if u try anything this morning, i’ll fight you mf
from anger issues: I won’t, just come downstairs already, i'm waiting on you slowpoke
You descended down the staircase carefully to not mess up your uniform. Making your way to the kitchen, the blond-haired boy sat across from your parents at the table, scrolling through his phone. Your brother was nowhere to be seen and a sigh left your lips as you went to grab a banana from the table. You stuffed it in your bag, along with grabbing the carton that was in front of your best friend. He stared at you while you sipped from the banana milk and reached to take it back but was surprised when you spun around and headed towards your front door. He quickly grabbed his bag from the floor and walked after you, you both said your goodbyes to your parents as you grabbed the car keys on the small table by the front door. You handed the half-empty carton back to Bakugou and laughed at his disgusted expression once you entered the car. You both put your backpacks in the back seat before turning the car on. You decided to carpool in your car two days of the week and he would drive the rest, he claimed something about being a better driver than you.
You stopped at a house a few down from yours and Bakugou’s and saw your friend Midoriya leaving his house. Across the street, another one of your friends, Kirishima, walked out of his house with a smile on his face and waved when he saw Midoriya. They made it to your car and slammed the doors shut, making you jump. “Hey dickheads, I’m driving you to school in my car, best if you didn’t slam the doors shut.” You smiled back at two behind you before taking the car out of park and made your way to leave the neighborhood. Your friend group sure was a wild one, but you couldn’t have asked for better friends. Bakugou never failed to let them know his distaste for them, but you knew him better. The drive to school didn’t last long, and with the small talk about how summer was, you pulled into your designated spot ten minutes before the bell. The four of you left the car, Midoriya getting your bag and Kirishima getting Bakugou’s. You all decided to meet up with the rest of your friends to chat before the dreadful day of school started.
~~~
After a long day of school, you drove to the cafe and after grabbing your usual drinks to go, you drove home. Bakugou grabbed his bag along with yours from the car and followed you till you got to the door, the jingle of keys came to his ears and the pull from his hand brought him into the house. The smell of your home rushed into Bakugou’s nose and he smiled at the sound of your younger brother’s voice that could be heard from the living room, he passed your bag to you as you walked away. “Hey kiddo, did mom pick you up early?” The boy looked up from his spot on the couch and nodded with a smile on his face acknowledging you. Bakugou placed his bag on the floor and went straight to the younger boy and sat with him drinking his cold beverage. You skipped up the stairs and threw your bag to the ground once you made it to your room. The walk back to where the two boys were was quiet, too quiet. On the last step, you felt something hit you on the back of your head, your hand moved to feel it and you were surprised to find something sticky and wet touching your fingers. Your body tensed up as laughter erupted from behind you, your other hand went up to your hair as you tried picking it out of your hair. Bakugou’s face had a grin and as your fingers kept at it, they were pulling and picking, and yet you couldn’t seem to get it all.
Your fingers were coated in a sticky substance as you turned around looking at the pair. Tears pricked your eyes and Bakugou stopped high-fiving your brother.
“Why did you guys-” Bakugou’s face fell and he walked over to you, pushing your brother out of the way before any tears fell.
“Stop. Stop pulling at it or it’ll be harder to get out. We can get it out Y/n.” He grabbed your hands lightly and held them in his own. A few of your fingers had the gum on it, he could see the remnants of it and he pulled you away from the staircase into the kitchen. Bakugou’s hands felt warm, you could feel them against the back of your hands as he made you wash your hands in the sink. “We can use peanut butter to get it out. We’ll get it out Y/n.” You heard Bakugou mumbling when he dried your hands. Apologies left his mouth in a hurry as he told your brother to go back to the couch, he walked over to the pantry and grabbed the peanut butter. “I’m sorry, we didn’t think you would try and get it out. We didn’t mean for it to get out of hand. Your brother just wanted to get you now since he didn’t earlier. I should’ve stopped him.” You were starting to freak out again and your hands instinctively went to your hair again.
“Bakugou, we’re gonna have to cut it. I have to cut my hair and he doesn’t like short hair. Todoroki won’t like me with short hair.” Bakugou felt his chest constrict at your words and he stopped what he was doing with the jar of peanut butter he had grabbed from the pantry. The front door opened and your mom walked through,
“Hey guys I’m back from the store and I picked up- what happened?” Your mom’s confused face came into view and then the tears came. “Why is she crying? Bakugou, sweetheart why is she crying?” Your mother’s hands were on your face as she wiped the tears away. Bakugou’s hands stopped and he placed the opened jar on the countertop you were now sitting next to. “Bakugou go. Go home and we’ll call you later.” The said boy was struggling to speak as he slowly walked out of the room and grabbed his bag from the couch and then left the house without another word.
The next week and a half had passed with little to no conversation, or even glances, from the two of you. You realized just how much your life had been filled with Bakugou. From the moment you had woken up to the time you went to bed. Your thoughts were filled with the boy. Bakugou hadn’t spoken a word to you, let alone look at you, and you hadn’t spoken to the boy since the day he left your house. Your mom had decided that the gum was stuck throughout your hair and that no amount of peanut butter would get it out. That night you had gone to sleep with a new look, your semi-long hair was cut right at your shoulders and you couldn’t tell whether you liked it or not. It was different and that meant the boy you were using to get over Bakugou wouldn’t look at you anymore. Bakugou was the boy of your dreams and he had never looked at you like Todoroki used to. You had tried for months to get over Bakugou and what better way to get over someone then to date someone else, but now that your hair was short, you didn’t stand a chance with the guy.
You didn’t want your senior year to start like this and neither did he but you both couldn’t face each other just yet. The blond boy was too stubborn and with an ego like his, he hadn’t made an effort to talk to you at all, and he had school to focus on. Bakugou hadn’t talked to anyone really besides his family in that week and a half. He was upset that he hadn't seen you at all since the incident happened, upset with himself that he couldn’t even get you to spare him a glance. He was also devastated that you liked someone that wasn’t him. He wanted it to be him. He liked that you cutting your hair would get that waste of space’s attention off of you. It meant that he would’ve had you back as his best friend and not constantly trying to get the attention of some other boy. Bakugou knew he should’ve said no to your younger brother when he proposed the idea of throwing gum in your hair. He also wanted to tell you he liked your hair, he loved it. Bakugou thought you looked beautiful no matter what. He wanted to tell you but he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you, let alone look in your eyes. He wanted his best friend back, he wanted to be able to talk to you again. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately and he thinks it’s because you haven’t sent your usual goodnight texts to him. Bakugou wanted to hold your hands when you had a bad day and complain that your hands were cold. He wanted to take you out to your favorite restaurant and listen to you talk under the stars in the tree in between your guys’ houses. He wanted you.
The fourteenth day without Bakugou was when you finally decided that you had decided that enough was enough. You hated not talking to Bakugou and you desperately wanted the boy back in your life. You had gone over to his house one day after school, completely forgetting that he had after school activities on Tuesdays, you saw his mom though.
“Hi Mrs. Mitsuki, how are you?” You watched the pretty older women walk around the kitchen and you smiled at her.
“I told you that you can call me Mom.” She eyed you watching her from afar and smiled when you laughed but nodded at her. “I’m good, but I’m guessing you aren’t here for me? Bakugou’s been super quiet lately and I can tell he’s a upset but he won’t talk to me about it.” Mitsuki bit into the apple and you bounced on the heels of your feet. You couldn’t tell why you were suddenly nervous, you’ve known Bakugou’s mom since you were a baby. She helped take care of you and let you stay at her house when you didn’t want to be home, but you felt your nerves kick in for some reason. “I’ll tell him you stopped by, and make sure you talk to him honey. I know he misses you.” Mitsuki smiled towards you and left the room. You left the Bakugou household and walked the small distance back to your house, you made it to your room and grabbed your phone.
to anger issues: come to the tree tonight at midnight please, i miss you.
Midnight came sooner than you thought, and pacing the floor in your room was enough to keep you busy for a few hours about thinking of what you were going to say. With ten minutes till, you waited on the platform that his parents had put up for the two of you. The window to Bakugou’s room clicked and out came the hot-headed boy. He sat down next to you with his legs spread and arms crossed.
“I like the hair, by the way, it suits you and you look pretty. If some dumbass can’t see that, they don’t deserve you.” Bakugou let his eyes drift to you seeing you already staring, you missed him a lot. Bakugou also didn’t miss the way the color arose on your cheeks when you looked away, and it wasn’t from the cool weather outside.
“Katsuki, we need to talk. About everything.” You reminded him why you were there and grabbed his hands to hold them. He didn’t move but he squeezed your hands in a means to tell you to continue. “I’m sorry for everything, I didn’t mean for this to turn into what it is.” You let your head drop and he let out a small sigh, knowing that you would blame yourself before blaming him. “And for what it's worth, I stopped talking to Todoroki. I didn’t even like him that much.” His face broke into a smile, which you didn’t notice, upon hearing your words and you squeezed his hands this time to let him talk.
“Well for what it's worth, I don’t care. He was and never will be my problem.” He paused not really knowing what to say, he exhaled before continuing. “I am sorry for forcing you to cut your hair short.” He began and locked eyes when you finally looked up. Bakugou held your gaze when he talked, “I want things to go back to normal. I want us,” he motioned his finger in between the two of you “to be together again. To be friends.” You noticed he said friends but you tried to smile back at him. You dragged his hands towards you, and he got the hint and wrapped his hands around your waist, yours around his neck. He could read your every move and he knew that you wanted him near you. Bakugou felt you sneak your head into his neck and he tried to not let his teeth show as he smiled.
Bakugou was planning something, and you just didn’t know it yet. Things were okay with the two of you, and he could finally sleep again.
~~~
A week after everything went back to normal Bakugou, had been over at your house more than usual and you didn’t know why. It didn’t bother you but it was definitely weird that he was with you constantly especially when he told you that he liked being by himself when you were younger. The week had been filled with constant conversations from the two of you ranging between school to what you missed with one another during the week you hadn’t talked. There were small lingering touches between you and Bakugou, but you wish there was more. He seemed to be constantly touching you in some way and made sure to pay for things when you were together.
The day after the fourth day of making up with him, it was as uneventful as a Wednesday could be without Bakugou. He stayed home that day due to being sick and he claimed he’d be back at school the next day since some dumbass fever couldn’t take him down. He also said he didn’t want to get you sick, which you were thankful for, but you missed him. You pulled into your driveway and scrambled to get inside with all your belongings. You saw your parents that were in the kitchen and by the time you made it to your room, you saw your brother was sitting on your bed.
Your brother pointed at the open window, you could vaguely see the cute angry boy on the other side. You climbed out the window and made your way to him, sitting with your knees touching on the small platform, and Bakugou was waiting for you with his fingers intertwined laid in his lap. He thought you looked beautiful with your hair slightly swaying with the small breeze and how the smile never left your lips. Bakugou hopes that the smile was because of him. You started laughing and the blond boy narrowed his eyes,
“Aren’t you supposed to be sick?” The tension left his shoulders at your comment and he chuckled while watching you mess with the string at the end of your shirt.
“Just keep your mouth shut until I’m done okay?” He watched a blush rise to your cheeks and he wanted to take a picture to remember this moment forever. He took a deep breath and moved so you were facing one another directly.
“I think I’ve been in love with you for a while and I am just now realizing it. I almost lost you and yeah I would've been fine but that doesnt matter. Anyways you’re kinda slow and you sleep like a log-“
“Katsuki?”
“Shut up I’m not done.” You giggled and noticed the tips of his ears were pink.
“But you also make my heart beat faster. You make me want to be better, and to try harder with my parents. You’re the only pretty girl in our class and quite frankly I’d rather spend the rest of my life with you rather than anyone else I know.” Bakugou’s eyes were closed and you tapped his knee to get his eyes back on you. He saw tears cloud your eyes and he felt a tug at his heart.
“Will you kiss me?” You watched Bakugou as a shit eating grin overtook his face.
Bakugou moved closer to grab your face, his touch comforting, you leaned into his touch waiting for his next move. Bakugou watched your eyes fall shut when his fingers started wiping your tears, he thought he had never seen anything prettier. You were perfect in his eyes and he loved everything about you. He pushed short hair behind your ears and cupped your face. Bakugou brought his lips to yours, you smiled into it. You had only kissed one other boy before Bakugou and it was actually one of your closest friends today, Kaminari still made fun of the kiss that you both shared in seventh grade during a game of spin the bottle. This kiss though, this kiss with Bakugou was electrifying. It made you want more and your skin felt like it was on fire. You loved the way his lips felt against yours. Your hands clenched into fists before moving to rest against his face. He was warm and you thought you could hold him forever. Bakugou tilted his head and backed away to smile with his teeth before going back in, the boy couldn’t get enough of you or your lips. He’d kiss you until the end of time if you’d let him. After a few more small pecks and the slightest whine from the boy when you pulled away, you grabbed his hands off you and laced your fingers together.
“You can kiss me whenever you want but I’m kind of hungry.” He groaned and leaned in for another small kiss, surprising you, and made moves to leave. He pushed you into your room and the moment your feet were on the ground, he pulled you against his body.
“My parents wanted to go out to eat, and you’re welcome to come with. I still need to ask you something Y/n.” Your stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of his question but you smiled as you tugged his body closer to yours.
“Yeah I guess I’ll be your girlfriend, you dummy.” It was his turn to smile and he let your waist go only to bring his lips to yours again. You pushed his chest away after a few seconds,
“Also you know I never really liked Todoroki, and I was only using him to get over you cause I thought you’d never like me back.” You clutched his shirt in your hands and he rewrapped his hands around your middle.
“Good, screw that bastard. You’re too good for him.” He watched as your eyes crinkle when you laughed and he swore he fell in love again.
~~~
You thought after becoming Bakugou’s girlfriend, the pranks would stop, but it seemed to only spur him on even more, as he could repay you with kisses now. Your short hair was currently covered in baby power and when he came up behind you to hold your waist, you rubbed your head against his shirt.
“This is your fault ‘Suki.” He scoffed but you could see the smile through the mirror.
“It’s all worth it baby.” You ran your finger across the bridge of his nose and he watched you with steady eyes. Bakugou kissed your forehead and squeezed your sides. You placed your hands on his and he twisted your bodies around so you could see the other culprit, he ran away as soon as the two of you locked eyes.
“Hey! Get back here!” Bakugou retracted his hands from your sides watching as you started tickling your brother and inevitably getting baby powder everywhere. Bakugou couldn’t have been happier, he finally had the girl of his dreams and he was so lucky that he fell for someone like you.
It’s fluffvember!! I’m not following a prompt list, but if you send me a request for a prompt I’ll do it! No warnings this is just cute!
“If you don’t find a wife soon enough I’ll have to watch your stupid wedding from the grave!” The beautiful Queen whacked her son on the head with her long golden scepter. The fiery young man shot his red eyes up and fumed. Interrupting his training was a sure easy way to get yourself blown up. His shoulders tensed as he dropped the iron anvil he was using to lift over his head and squat. It hit the floor with an incredibly loud bang. He slowly looked back at his also raging mother. He had been trying to ignore her until his last set was done. “Why do you always come in here and nag at me?” He said through grit teeth, knowing better than to raise his voice. Prince Bakugo was known for his fierceness, a well respected warrior that shook both enemies and allies to their very core with one look. The only other person that could ever hold a candle to that kind of fear and respect would simply be the boys mother.
Another smack of the scepter, this time behind the knee, making the prince lose his balance a bit. “What was that for!” He raised a fist to the air and scowled, this time unable to control the volume of his voice. “You’re going to listen politely you little brat!” The young prince growled and laid on his back, looking at the ceiling. He’s had this conversation 100 times, the fight always ends the same way. The truth is, Katsuki had no interest in ever getting married. Romance was always in the back of his head. He’d listen to her bitch and head to his favorite pub to drown out the pressure of fulfilling his royal duties. “I’ve been real nice and patient about this, but you’ve been of age to take a wife for awhile now. You not showing up to that meeting with Princess Uraraka and her family has damaged our relations with them!” She took a deep breath, lowering her voice to try and sound a bit more nurturing. “I worry about you. So I’ve decided to change my approach.”
The blonde lifted his head off of the ground to look at his mothers face. He kept a stoic face, not trusting this new tone.
“You have 30 days to find your own fiance, or you will marry the princess of my choosing 31 day’s from today. You most likely won’t like who I have in mind, so I’d get to searching if I were you.” With that the Queen spun and left on her heel, leaving the prince in a twitching stunned anger.
Prince Bakugo had hardly toweled himself off before heading straight to the pub. The door slammed open and the whole bars atmosphere changed. He stepped in and faces shot down to their drinks, knowing better than to look at the Prince when he was in a bad mood. The bar tender rose a mug of mead above his head with a smile. “Hey your highness! It’s been a minute! I thought maybe you’d forgotten about my humble establishment.” The yellow haired man winked to the new barmaid, he’d bragged to her a lot about knowing the prince ‘like a dear friend’ and the woman’s jaw dropped when she saw that he was telling the truth. The prince settled at the bar on a stool and the bar keep handed him a stein of his favorite beer. “You’re surprisingly quiet, what gives?”
“Not in the mood to talk Kaminari.” He grumbled into his drink and took a long sip. “Where’s shitty hair?”
The bar tender pointed to the corner of the pub with a chuckle. “Oh, Kirishima? I’m kind of surprised, he’s been chatting up a girl for awhile. She looks irritated, she brought a book with her.”
Bakugo turned to see his second in command, his most trusted knight and General sitting across from a commoner girl. Bakugo rolled his eyes and slammed his drink on the counter. Why would the one person I want to talk to busy themselves with someone other than me? He thought to himself with a scowl. Kirishima saw him looking and waved at him to join him. The girl turned her head to look and see who he was waving to and immediately turned pale.
I heard the prince visited here sometimes, but I didn’t think I would actually see him... Panic started to rise in your chest a bit, how did this annoying man know the prince? You had been trying to get out of this conversation for awhile now, you came here to visit your friend while they were working and maybe catch up on your reading. It wasn’t often you had any time off of work, especially during the spring. He was wasting your precious time, but he had wealthy clothing on. You knew better than to talk back to someone who might be a noble, it was easy for people in this town to lose everything just by speaking out of turn. You turned away from the approaching prince and stared back down into your book. You felt his presence just behind you, the aura coming off of him feeling almost poisonous. You had heard the stories, you had seen his soldiers coming back from battle covered in dried blood with sick smiles on their face. “Y/N you have to meet his royal highness, he’s the friend I was telling you about.”
He had been mentioning how his best friend was smart, loyal and handsome. You had been ignoring him, you’d been offered marriage by a few suitors in town. You didn’t understand why, you were under the impression you were plain looking. You didn’t have a lot of assets that a family would be looking for, so why were people harassing me all of the time? You couldn’t breathe, the man Kirishima invited Prince Bakugo to sit with you two. Your brain tried to think of a reason to leave, but your mind seemed to have shut off.
Prince Bakugo was star struck. Never in his entire life had he seen such a naturally lovely lady. Your hair was swept against your face, your eyes glowing with emotion and honesty. So many princesses he had met that were covered head to toe in makeup and restrained to corsets, they always had something hiding behind their faces. Their reasoning for speaking to you layered in greed. Bakugo never interacted with peasants, this bar was upscale, what were you doing here he wondered? “This is Y/N, she works with her family at a stand in town square.” He smiled and touched your hand that was holding your book. You flinched, just lightly but enough that the prince noticed. “Tell him what you sell Y/N.” He nodded, edging you on.
“Y-yes sir.” You stammered. “My father makes hand made daggers... I sell them to travelers.” You didn’t look either of them in the eye. You were trying to be as polite as possible. “Your highness.” You finished your sentence. Bakugo said nothing for a moment. “Isn’t that interesting, a woman who can read and knows her way around a weapon.” He smirked at you and squeezed your hand he had pulled away from your book. Your hand was shaking violently, you were afraid. If he were to do anything to you, you wouldn’t be able to fight back- your train of thought was interrupted with the princes fist. He flung his hand against the red haired man with a yell. “You idiot! Can’t you see your bothering this lady?” The prince grabbed his friend by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to the counter.
Kirishima smiled, he knew exactly what he was doing. He’d planted the seed of intrigue in his friend, and before long the prince was hooked.
You didn’t go back to the bar, even when your friend invited you. She said the prince had been back to the pub everyday this week, she said he brought so much business in they were running out of mead and cheese! You congratulated her on all of the tip money she was making. Your heart sped up a bit at the thought of the handsome prince. You had caught his eye that day, it was like he stared directly into your heart for a moment as he pulled his friend away.
You stood behind the wooden stand in the spring breeze, the town square was filled with people but not many had stopped by to see your wares. You sold one knife today, and it was worth a pretty penny so you leaned against the counter, reading your book instead of trying to get the attention of the people who passed by.
“Hey! Y/N!” You cringed at that voice, you knew exactly who was calling your name. People parted the way with hurried feet, scurrying to the sides of the plaza. You took a deep breath and looked away from the pages. It was the Knight Kirishima, and he wasn’t alone. He had a whole crew with him, including the moody prince. “Wow you were right Kiri! She is cute.” A gorgeous woman with pink pigment covering her whole body gushed. She had a flowing skirt dyed the brightest green you had ever seen. The crew swarmed your stand, picking up all of your wares and inspecting them. A man with stark black hair slashed at the air with a smaller dagger, the pink girl squealed and dodged his attacks. “Can you two try not to kill each other please?” Kiri called over his shoulders.
Prince Bakugo was trying not to look at your face. He stared disinterested off to the side. “Wow you guys sell good stuff. Your father hand makes all of this?” Kirishima asked picking up the longest knife in the collection and admired it. “What do you think Bakugo?” The prince had his hands in his pockets. He shrugged a bit, and you noticed a light blush forming on his cheeks. He swept his eyes to the side, catching you looking at him and the red on his face deepened. “Uh, yes sir. We have our own forge.” You straightened your skirt out and tried to stand up straight. “That’s amazing. It’s peasants like you that keep our economy thriving!”
Prince Bakugo shot a look of death at his friend and his face twisted in anger. “You shouldn’t call people peasants, you peasant!” He raised his hand to smack his friend, and Kirishima laughed. “Aw come on, you say that all the time!”
By the evening you were left with a heavy bag of gold, and all of your items were gone. The Prince having bought every one in stock without a word.
Your family was ecstatic, you on the other hand were heavily frustrated. Your father bought high quality steel, for managing to sell so well he made you a gift. He made you your very own long sword.
A few days after your second interaction with the Prince gifts were starting to appear at your family home. Your mother almost fainted when a healthy kid and foal were delivered to your doorstep. Bags of wheat, coal and barrels of beer started coming around one after the other. Your mother washed and braided your hair, she sang while she sewed you a new dress. Someone was courting her daughter, and she couldn’t wait to meet the wealthy mystery man. You lied and said you hadn’t had a clue as to who it could be.
You smiled every time another present arrived, faking happiness for your families sake. But by the end of the week, you were fuming angry, unable to mask how upset you were getting. You decided to take some time for yourself.
You’ve been studying months, reading every book on the matter. You had been reading about the art of sword fighting. Your father thought he had made you an heirloom, not a weapon.
You wrapped the blade in a cloth blanket and tightened your boot straps. You needed to vent out you anger, and headed for the woods in the blanket of night time.
You slashed at the branches of this small tree, easily cutting through the thin wood. You smiled to yourself, the way you moved through the air feeling freeing.
The ground trembled, a loud terrible blast made you lose your balance. You looked around, heart stuck in your throat. What was that? A battle? You dipped into the bushes, hiding your body from whatever terrible thing was approaching.
Someones footsteps snapped twigs loudly, but it sounded like they were alone. You saw the flash this time, a bright terrible light followed by a deafening sound. Birds scrambled out of their nests and cawed to the moon as they flew away. Branches flew across the clearing and you peered through the sharp twigs of your hiding place.
It was him, the Prince was pacing back and forth. He raised his hands, sparks flying off of his palms before settling down on a fallen log, looking up at the moon with his back to you.
Did that fool follow me out here? You gripped onto the hilt of your sword and jumped out of the foliage, pointing your weapon at the back of his neck. Pointing a weapon at the royal family would be certain death, but you were tired of being a toy to whatever sick game he was playing. Tears welled in your eyes as you demanded him to explain himself. He turned his head nonchalantly before realizing it was you. He stood up, his body towering over yours. You gulped, immediately regretting your decision to threaten him. You stood your ground, your voice wavering. “Did you follow me here?” He shouted. You furrowed your eyebrows and lowered your sword. “Follow you? No! You followed me!” You shouted back at the prince. He looked surprised that you would speak to him that way. “I always come out here when I need to think.” He said with a less harsh tone.
“Well...” You thought for a moment. He looked honest enough. “I came out here to think too.” A very small twitch of his lips hinted that this monster might actually know how to smile. It quickly faded. “It’s late, you should be in bed.” He said bluntly. “Shouldn’t you have your gaggle of followers around you?” You hissed, you’re a grown woman. You can make your own choices. He didn’t react harshly like you thought he would. “Yeah well sometimes I just want to get away from all of that.”
“All of what?” You pushed, and he sat back down on the log without answering.
“All of the wealth and fame? Never having to worry about anything ever because people fall on their knee’s when you walk by?” You seethed. You knew in your heart this man had to be selfish, going as far as harassing you with his display of power by drowning you in gifts you could never hope to pay back. “Just because I’m royal doesn’t mean I don’t have shit to worry about.” He said looking up at the sky.
“What are you stressed about anyway? Your family should be set for awhile now.”
You dropped your sword and put yourself in front of him, forcing him to look at you. “I knew it was you! What’s your problem anyway harassing me like that?”
He didn’t answer you. “You have my mother confused. She thinks I have a suitor and is getting all giddy about a non existent wedding.”
He smirked, not looking away from the sky. The moonlight hit his soft skin, you knew he was handsome, but out here he looked breath taking. Bakugo felt the same way about you, hardly able to look at you he tried to avoid eye contact by pretending to star gaze.
“Tell your mother it was just generous gifts. There is a wedding, it’s just not yours.” His heart was pounding in his chest. He hates that you make him feel so vulnerable, everything about you was so frustrating.
“Your getting married? To who?” You sat down beside him and looked up too. You were starting to feel tired, you were usually asleep hours ago. You never really get to admire the night sky like this, you don’t understand why people waste time looking at them when they have to get up for work in the morning.
“I don’t know who it is. My mother picked her out, it’s in about two weeks.” He took a deep breath, not really having the energy to be angry about it right now. “Can I ask you something Y/N?” He looked at the way your eyes twinkled in the dark, seemingly even brighter than anything in the sky. “Go for it... erm, your highness.” You almost forgot to be formal.
“Do you ever feel like you have no control over your life?” He asked plainly. Bakugo didn’t understand why he felt like he could spill anything to you. I mean, it’s not like anyone would believe you had a secret meeting with the princess in the woods anyway. You’d be labeled a liar before the words even made it all the way out of your throat.
You laughed a breathy, sarcastic laugh. “Uh, yeah. You can say that.” You looked at the blade you wouldn’t have without the money the prince spent at your store. “It’s why I want to learn how to fight. It makes me feel... I don’t really know how to explain it.”
A rustle in the bushes behind you too broke the bubble around you two. You had been focused on each other, you forgot you were standing without caution in the middle of wolf country. You grabbed your blade and held it towards the bush, but the Prince shot an arm in front of you. His palms facing outwards. He guarded you from whatever it was that was making so much noise.
An elk head popped out of the tree line, and quickly ran away at the sight of you two.
You both kind of laughed and lowered your fighting stances. “You know that form was all wrong, you really don’t know how to use that thing, do you?” He said with a stoic look and a hint of a growl under his breath. “Hey! Not all of us can use magic to fight. Where did you learn to make those blasts anyway?” You grabbed his hand and turned it around. His hands are incredibly soft, they kind of shown in the dark. You expected them to be callused and dirty, but even his nails were clean.
“I mean, I could teach you how to use that sword if you want.” You looked at his face and tried not to blush. “You want to teach me?” The kindness in his eyes didn’t fade, but his tone went back to being harsh. “I just don’t want you to get yourself killed out here is all. It would make me look bad if you died.” You couldn’t help but smile.
Every night you two met under the stars, you slept against your stall during the day. You waited until your parents fell asleep before creeping out of the door, your feet hitting the dirt path to the clearing with a giddy smile.
You two spilled how you felt about life out here alone. He told you about battles he had seen, claiming to have even run into a dragon once. He learned fighting tactics from studying the big creatures, never tempted to slay them. You always had heard he was a terrible and ruthless warrior, but he only fought against the most wicked of kingdoms. He didn’t even hunt for sport, only ever killing the forest creatures for food. You told him about wanting to travel the world, leaving your family and getting a job as maybe a mercenary. All while avoiding getting cut by the other one.
“So I’ve been meaning to ask you...” You ducked, his blade whipped over your head, slicing threw a piece of your hair. You swung out your leg, hitting his shin. He staggered for a moment but didn’t lose his balance. Just giving you enough time to stand up. “Just say it then!” He side stepped, his blade clashing with yours in defense. “Have you met your future wife yet?” He froze and you knocked his sword out of his hand. You swung hard expecting resistance, and lost your footing. You toppled onto him, knocking you both onto the ground. His back hit the dirt and you both lost your wind. You picked your head up, his face was burning. Your breasts were squashed onto his chest and he could see down your blouse. You squeaked and rolled off of him, and now your face was blushing terribly as well. “Sorry- I’m sorry!” You stammered. “I was just wondering what was going to happen... I mean after your married you probably won’t be able to uhm...” You looked at the discarded weapons. “Yeah it might be a bad look if I was secretly meeting another woman in the woods at night...” Your heart twinged. You had never told him, but the past two weeks have been the best in your life. You know you’ll miss having a sparing partner, but it felt deeper than that.
“This is probably the last night I’ll see you then, isn’t it Katsuki?” You said with a low voice. You rolled onto your back, laying beside him and looking up at the full moon. He said nothing, he had almost forgotten his mothers promise. Spending time with you made him forget about all the things he hated, he felt... happy when he was with you. Your smarter, kinder, funnier and braver than any other woman he’d ever met. He even asked you to drop the formalities, begged you to call him by his first name without any “your highness” attached.
“I guess it is. Tomorrow my time is up.” He finally muttered.
You took a chance and reached for his hand, he didn’t recoil. His fingers interlocked with yours, you laid a foot away, he held onto your hand tightly. You were so close to him, laying right by his side.
Yet the two of you felt so far away.
“What are you so dressed up for?” Prince Bakugo was trying to comb his hair down in front of his mirror. His mother wasn’t wearing anything special, of course her simple clothing was still lavish. He didn’t yell. “I mean I should look good for my wedding shouldn’t I?”
The Queen took a moment to realize what he was talking about. “Oh! Yeah...” She put her hand on his shoulder and the prince turned to see his mothers eyes looking kind. “You really didn’t meet anyone this month that would make a better wife, my son?”
You flashed in his head. Of course it was you, the minute he saw you sitting in that stupid pub you had worked your way in his guarded heart. “No, just point me to the direction of my new ball and chain.” He said quietly.
The Queen laughed and Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “There’s no wedding today, Katsuki.”
“What do you mean?” He yelled, his hands sparking like he might throw a punch. “I was trying to get you to put effort into finding love. You weren’t letting anyone near that spikey little heart of yours.”
“You tricked me?!” He raged. The Queen yelled back. “Don’t you raise your voice at me, brat!” She composed herself and straightened out her posture. “It worked though didn’t it? Where’s the little forest nymph you’ve been trying to hide from me?”
“What are you talking about?” Bakugo stuttered. Surprised to hear she would mention you. “Oh go ahead and pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about... I got eyes and ears on you boy!”
Bakugo knew to hit Kirishima as hard as he could when he saw him next.
The Queen turned on her heel and walked towards the door. “If I met a common girl in the woods... I’d tell her how I feel before it was too late.” She stopped at the door frame. “Especially if that common girl loved me back, and I was just too stupid to notice.”
She shut the princes bedroom door, leaving him to think alone.
The evening was falling and the sky was turning a beautiful hue of red and orange. You looked at your sword leaning against the wall covered in it’s cloth. Your mother stirred a big pot of soup, humming happily to herself. Your father peered over his mug of warm cider and caught the distant look in your eye. “My sweet daughter, you’ve been so happy this month. Why do you have that forlorn face again?”
You forced a smile on your lips. “Oh I was just thinking father. I’m perfectly fine!” You turned back towards the window. You wondered if his new wife was as beautiful as you were picturing. If she had perfectly kept hair, clear skin... If she had gorgeous fashion and grace. If she knew all of his secrets like you did... if she loved the way he laughed manically with his whole belly as he reenacted blowing that war lord away. Or if she thought he was a barbarian... Your stomach turned and tears stung behind your lashes. What if he saw her and forgot all about you so quickly it was like you never met?
“I think I’m tired, don’t make me a bowl momma I’m going to just go lay down.”
You stood away from the window and headed for your small bedroom, just hoping to lay down under your quilt and silently cry for awhile. Why would I let something like this happen to me? I’m such a fool. You cursed at yourself.
“What’s going on outside?” Your father asked your mother before you left your little living area. You turned and watched your mother gasp and drop her spoon into the pot of hot liquid. A line of horses traveled up the stone path to your cottage. They carried the royal flag, you saw him in his full military uniform on top of a large black stallion. He was with all of his friends, Kirishima, rode right beside him in plated armor. They were coming fast. “Oh goodness, are we in trouble? The royal army is here!” Your mother grabbed your father out of his chair and pulled him away from the windows. “No, no its okay poppa. Stay here...” You pushed open your door and met them outside. Bakugo hopped off of his horse by standing on its back and launching himself in the air. He’d done that flip for you before and laughed when you tried to copy him, falling flat to your knee’s on the ground.
He grabbed your hands and you two embraced. His arms wrapped around your waist and you threw yours around his neck. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at your wedding?” You asked unable to hide the smile on your face, even though you’re confused. “Listen I never told you the whole truth about my wedding.” He looked sheepish. “There was a catch, I had to marry someone my mother chose, or find my own love within the month.” He started to ramble, throwing out how he couldn’t think about anyone other than you, that nobody in this world was like you. You giggled. “Katsuki, what are you saying?”
He stopped his word vomit and looked at you with determined eyes. “I’m saying that I know who I want to spend my life with.”
The prince knelt down on one knee and pulled out a golden band. “It has to be you, Y/N. I- I love you...” He slipped the ring on your finger. “I don’t expect you to be subservient like a slave, we can travel the world and fight together.. you’ll be my fearless Queen and-” You lunged at the nervous prince and tackled him to the ground. “Yes you idiot! Yes!”
Your mother and father cheered from the door way, along with all of his knights yelling behind you two. He grabbed both sides of your face and planted a hard kiss on your lips.
You closed your eyes, forgetting everything around you for a moment. All you felt was his lips against your own. The fog in your head moved quickly, clearing away all of the feelings of doubt and repressed emotions.
You could finally see the stars clearly, and they spelled out the truth.
You two were made for each other.
Thank you so much to my very favorite requester.
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Hey can I request the soulmate AU “freaky friday” that another anon said except bakugo?
You were out with some friends the day before your birthday , just out drinking having a good time. Your friend had to bring you home though since you were a little hammered and couldn't drive. Soon enough you knocked out on the couch . The wind kicked up and thunder clouds started to form over your house and a certain Pro Heroes house. The thunder crashed and the planets changed alignment.
You woke up in the morning feeling… angry. Very angry. You were sore and smelled caramel all over and you were sweating. A lot. You raised your hand to rub your eyes and an explosion came out hitting the wall. You screamed falling out of bed . What the hell was … that… something was between your legs. Very slowly you reached into your pants feeling a dick. “AHHHGHHH” you fell over looking for a mirror crawling on the floor. Everything was so neat and tidy so this was clearly not your room. Crawling around you bumped a dresser and pulled yourself up to see your reflection in the window.
Oh no. No no no no. “IM KATSUKI BAKUGO. Wait.. THEN THAT MEANS!!!!”
“WHAT THE FUCK.” Bakugo jumped out of bed shoving his hand in your pants not feeling anything. Instead he felt something squishy. He yanked his hand out touching your chest and squeezing multiple times while looking for a mirror. He ran all around your room till he found the bathroom and kicked the door in to look at himself. “I'M A GIRL! WHERE'S MY DAMN BODY!!!” He pulled your hair going back to your room grabbing your phone off the bed to see Happy Birthday Texts. “I need to find my body, fast. God DAMMIT”
You had already left the house sporting giant oven mitts on your hands, getting dressed was very.. awkward. Especially trying to tuck away this dick.
You did your best to avoid people, if a fan saw you you sprinted away to hide. Damn Ground Zero being so popular. You came out of hiding to see a bakery you were familiar with . “Im close to home then.” Carefully you navigated the streets following the sidewalk.
Meanwhile Bakugo busted out of your house in pjs and an oversized t-shirt in sneakers looking all around fast trying to figure out where he was . He ran down the street looking for his body and turned a corner hitting himself right in the face. You both fell back and Bakugo cursed getting up. Slowly you got up to see yourself looking very angry, youve never seen yourself so angry before.
“GIVE ME BACK MY-... what are you wearing on my hands.”
“Oven..mitts..”
“WHY”
“I ALMOST BLEW MYSELF UP!!!”
“YOU MEAN ME!”
“LOOK JUST GIVE ME MY BODY BACK AND YOU CAN TAKE THEM OFF YOURSELF”
“I WOULD IF I KNEW HOW.”
He pinned you on the building staring you down, it was weird, seeing his body react the way it did . So scared and timid. His brow was twitching and his lip quivering.
“Maybe if we.. kiss it might..” you said, blushing
“WHAT!”
“I DONT KNOW!!! What a stupid birthday..”
“Oh that's right. “ he pulled your phone out. “It's your birthday.”
You took the phone from him holding it and Bakugo grabbed his chin yanking his body towards him. “Im only doing this so i can get my body back.”
He kissed you and you both felt something swap inside your bodies, your hearts also started to beat at the same pace.
Bakugo pulled away burning up the oven mitts and you turned to leave him, he grabbed your arm pulling you back into his chest. “Where ya goin? Your alot cuter in your own body ya know. Let me give you a nice day. It is your birthday after all”
Me: Update the fucking master list, you're getting so far behind
Me to me: Nah bitch drop parts one and two of a new series that you just wrote NOW
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"This is the people you owe money to?" Katsuki hisses as he glares at a certain red headed man beside him as they both stand in a sketchy part of town. Only the building across from them shows no sign of dilapidation while the ones around it show of an apocalyptic view.
He's starting to wish he hadn't vouched so hard for him when they were teenagers.
"Yea..." Ruby red eyes rove over the front of the well known bar in the mafia. One where you can spend the night with women, for a price of course.
And if any man ever pushed past a woman's set boundary the boss of these women would kill you on the spot. Leave your body some where very public as an example.
The display showcasing what should happen to anyone who dare disrespect a Tiger Lily Rose.
Kirishima swallows as his boss' stare turns deadly.
"When did you open a tab here? You've been married to your wife for how long?" He grinds out, "I didn't peg you as a fucking douche."
"Ah this was a long time ago before it was 'The Tiger Lily Rose Bar'. Like years Katsu, maybe before I met you." He holds his disappointed boss' gaze before a soft *tch* expels from his lips.
He stalks on, pushing through the double doors to be greeted by several beautiful women, even if they were entertaining guests, their shining faces swiveled to them.
"Welcome!" All smiles and cheery tones as he growled in their direction. Crimson eyes searching over the bodies for any inkling of Kirshima's wife.
Ruby red eyes silently aided his boss, looking over the tops of heads for familiar soft hair only to come up short.
A woman with long black hair with an amazing figure sashays to greet the new guests formally as a short chestnut haired woman slips into the back with a smile plastered on ear to ear.
"Welcome gentlemen. I believe you two are new to The Tiger Lilly's Rose Bar." She smiles and her silky hair slips over her shoulders, pulling two sets of eyes to large, mostly exposed breasts. Both sets return to her face in a quick manner, "May I get a booth ready for you two? What type of women interest you? Or are you all wanting to drink at the bar?"
Katsuki sucks his teeth loudly, looking away for a moment as if this woman was nothing more than an inconvenience.
"I *want* a seat with the main man of this shit hole. You know the owner." He is met with a narrowing gaze.
"This is no shit hole, sir." She bites out the sir, "But I'll be sure to see if *he* is available."
She all but spits he as she approaches the office door, Katsuki and Kirishima in tow, leading them past the plush couches lit under intimate lights.
Some of the men shy away from Katsuki and Kiri, as they are lower ranks of rivals, Tiger Lilly's is supposed to be neutral ground.
But that does not stop them from texting a boss just a few ranks above them of a family head's whereabouts.
"Right this way." The raven haired woman sing songs to keep the venom from her voice as she gently pushes the door to the "office" open. The two men find themselves in a darkened hall way that seems to be ongoing forever as nether can see the end.
"Is this bitch for real?" Katsuki growls, pops coming off of his hands as he goes to turn to give this woman a piece of his mind.
"Momo is far from a bitch." A man's voice echos in the hall, Katsuki turns on his heel to be met face to face with someone he wished he has killed long ago. Shining emerald eyes narrow at the blondes hostility.
"Fucking Deku." He growls leaning forward itching for a fight, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Scarlet eyes don't miss a the three thick bands on the top of his right forearm.
"This is neutral ground remember Midorya?" Kiri offers a sharp toothed smile, although he is still on edge. Heart pounding as his imagination goes wild over his wife's location.
"Unless this little pleb is running this shit. Look at his arm shitty hair." Katsuki snarls, fully getting into a fighting stance. Deku motions behind him with his right arm, revealing long puffy red marks that slash upwards and through the bands, breaking them. Scarlet eyes widen at the sight as the black emerald haired man gives them his back.
"Boss doesn't like fights in the bar. Let's go." He begins to walk as Kirishima swallows his fear nipping at his heels like a herding dog as he follows.
Katsuki sucks his teeth following his friend closely but keeping his eyes on what is seemingly now a *former* head. Katsuki racks his brain, suddenly hyper aware of the hints leading to this.
When was the last time he had run into the scrawny dope or his goons on his territory. In fact he wasn't even sure of the last time he had even heard word of Deku dealing any sort of arms in the past few months.
He bites his lip as they make yet another turn down this labryth before they are met with a thick and dark oak wooden door. Beside the door stand a woman with short chestnut hair, she is petite but voluptuous all the same.
She bows with a smile to Deku who returns it, her sleeves long as if to hide her rank should she even have one.
She was a beautiful woman she most likely was just a favorite servant of the boss for her pretty face.
That's what he had done in the past, that is until she...
Well he wasn't going to think of that right now especially not with the door opening to reveal a large office with a door behind the desk that almost went unnoticed by both men considering it was being swallowed up by papers.
Every where but maybe a foot of the front revealing the dark wood with a golden inlay around the edge.
"Have a seat boys." The voice startles both men, Kirishima more than Katsuki as they enter into the room.
Kiri sits right away keeping his head bowed as Katsuki lingers by the door, removing his jacket tossing it over the leather chair. He begins rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt taking in the room and all the possible exits while he brandishes his three bands. He leaves the woman behind the desk for last. She is gorgeous is the way of average, a flower waiting to bloom and only bloom for the right sun. Her face rests naturally in the tone of bitch even as she writes in looping letters in cold hearted black ink.
"Listen as much as we would *loooove* to sit and wait, we have urgent business with the *head* of the family." Scarlet eyes meet yours, the mesmerizing orbs hold an intensity so great it puts giant stars to shame. You place the pen you were writing with down, eyeing Kirishima who still will not meet your eye and you smirk to yourself.
Thinking about if the shoe were on the other foot. If you were left to be the bigger fool of the two when one knew exactly who you were.
"Ah you're waiting for the head of the family?" You say softly, offering a smile.
"Yes, you're a lovely secretary I'm sure but we arent on the books, we do not *have* an appointment but we will be seen." Katsuki bites darkly edging closer to the desk to meet your gaze.
It does not waver as the tension between the two of you becomes palpable, before you lean back with a cat smirk playing on your plump lips.
"Well you've been seen." You gesture to the only open leather chair beside Kirishima as you lean back in your own blood red chair.
"This aint fucking funny. Do you know who I am?" He growls darkly, "Or is your face making up for what you lack princess?"
"Kirishima, I believe now would be a good time to speak up before your boss further embarrasses himself what with all that vast space between his own ears." You lean forward keeping those scarlet eyes hostage while speaking to the submissive hard headed idiot you once called friend.
"Ah, boss..." He gulps audibly, "She *is* the head of the family."
Bakugou breaks eye contact only to slowly turn his deadly gaze onto what is supposed to be HIS partner, not some lap dog of a bitch who thinks she's tough shit because she runs a whore house. He watches your slender arm move upwards as you make a gesture as you speak but Bakugou can barely hear them over the rushing blood in his ears as he spies the three thick bands wrapped tightly in ink around your forearm, your sleeve just barely previewing your family's inky body suit.
"Now boys who would like some tea?"
Katuski let's out a slow, agitated breath through his nose before he sits.
But not in defeat.
You still ran a whore house in his mind and that wouldn't change until he saw your family's spirit animal. Whether it be a dragon, demon, crane or otherwise dancing in the background of violent ink it did not matter. All Katsuki knew was that it was not going to be a tiger, his father had wiped their one true rival's family from the face of the Earth.
So he would comply for now, you were a new family he was sure as a woman was rarely, if ever, a head even if her husband had passed leaving the power to her.
There was always another man running the show on her behalf, she was just a pretty face so to say. Katsuki smirked to himself easing in his chair as he read your body language getting to work at dissecting it, you were much too relaxed to his liking. His scarlet eyes glided over your curves, you were a thicker woman than most though you wore it well. Muscles toned from hard work although still soft in the right places, at least that's what your low cut black dress told him. Your family markings barely edging beneath the dark fabric, he could tell that yours did not go all the way down your breast and around your nipples like his own. No yours seemed to, what he could only assume, flank down the sides, the color block sure to give the illusion that your already sizable tits were larger than they actually were. The ink seemed to sit snuggly on your collar bone but still all he would need is just a few inches and your family's guide would be revealed.
As if following his eyes you readjust your dress, sure to make your best seller jiggle before bringing your long hair sweeping over your exposed skin.
"Tea should be out shortly, now you said you had to be seen. That much is apparent considering you think my bar is a shit hole." You return to your paper work, no longer needing to give them the respect of your full attention, "Although I'm sure my bar brings in more annually than your net worth Bakugou."
He let's out a sharp laugh.
"You fucking wish." There is no humor in his voice as he stares at you through narrowed slits, you smirk in response.
"The numbers don't lie..." You begin before the door behind you is opened you know without looking, "Ah tea has arrived."
Suddenly the room is filled the echoes of thick chair legs scrapping against wood, Katsuki catches the chair from falling as Kirishima gasps out, ruby eyes glued to bubblegum pink skin.
"Mina!" He breathes as she walks towards the men, seemingly unphased by his presence, setting the cups in front of each male.
"Oh baby has she hurt you?" She does not answer, pouring Katsuki's tea before moving to her husband's cup, "Is she...is she influencing you?"
He reaches for the bare skin of her arm before fingers wrap over his inked bands like a vice.
"Please spare me, her anger is her own," Fingernails bite into skin as a warning before it hardens beneath your touch, "I would be angry too had I found out I was being used as collateral and was never told about it."
"What? You used her for fucking collateral on a loan? Why didn't you fucking come to me?" Katuski grips the arms of the chair as he stands, explosions skittering over his exposed skin.
"I made this deal when I was like 12 I didnt even think I was ever going to *actually* get married!" Kiri shouts back, "I had forgotten about it!"
"And I had been so kind as to give you opportunities to start repaying me but you never took them." You let your fingers slide over Mina's soft skin, "But then you started taking advantage of what was mine. How many birthdays did you let her spend alone while *you* worked?"
Kirishima's mouth stays agape while his own boss watches with disappointed eyes. Before the ash blonde can speak you continue.
"Its not as if Bakugou didn't give you the day off. Hell he gave you a week. So why do these extra jobs behind your bosses back? Could you have been skimming off the top? Or worse were these deals *off* the books?"
You smile as you plant your seed of doubt.
"I..Katuski you've got to know I would never.."
"Shut the fuck up." Katsuki shoves him into his chair, pressing strong fingers into an old idental scar to his own on the red head's opposite forearm , "I know you would never do that to me."
You frown when the roots do not take before Katsuki turns to face you.
"What does he owe?" He asks darkly, encouraging your amusement in Kirishima's torment, elated that his wife is here to hear the figure.
"40 billion." Mina gasps behind you but you continue, "That's with out interest. But we can do the math shall we?"
You pull the original contract from your desk side drawer placing it atop other sprawled out files and open notebooks. The file is inches thick with every additional item that had been added along with the interest.
"I gave him a great rate of 10% and it's been ten years...so 63,330,662,125.39. But again this isn't including late fees. I don't believe he ever made a payment." You sip your tea.
"Madame, may I be excused?" Mina asks, sneering in the direction of what may become her ex husband.
"You may." You take another sip of your tea as you watch Kirishima shrink three sizes smaller in his chair.
"So you took his wife?!" Katsuki yells, "What is she going to have to work for you until she dies?!"
You cross your hands and rest your chin over your laced fingers as you look into those ever burning eyes.
"What would you do if someone owed you money Suki? You'd hurt him by killing his wife first right? But why should a woman pay for the short comings of her husband. Unfair really." You grow bored, readjusting, "Besides she is not tethered to *his* debt. I merely saved her. She is free to make her own rules, free to make her own money and free to leave my care should she wish."
Katsuki slams his hands against the rich wood of the desk, letting unsolicited explosions go, burning fissures threaten to ignite fire to any number of the documents thrown about.
"That's fucking mahogany" You growl darkly before turning to the ruby red head with a genually sweet smile "I'll add that to your tab."
You write it in the cliffs note swiftly adjusting the note.
"Please...." Kirishima begs as he holds onto the muscled arm of his friend, "Boss please...stop."
"You think this little brothel is worth a disagreement with me?" He stares you down, face inches from yours.
"Why dont you ask Deku about that? I believe he had a hot head for a right hand man that convinced him it was. Now look at him." You smile with malice, his mind's eye flashes to the scared flesh on his skin before the asses the woman before him.
"This isn't fucking over." Katsuki is pulled closer to you with some unspoken magnetism whether it is the hate he feels for you or the inability to intimidate you at brings his lips inches from yours.
You do not move away like any other would. You stay perfectly still, like a cat in the tall grass eyes fixated on prey.
"Far from I'm sure." A cat smile ghosting your lips while venom soaks your throat.
So Bakugou yeah? Nitroglycerin sweat? Said to be good on the skin???
BEAUTY GURU BAKUGOU!!!
Like he is all over skin care and self care. Like he once saw Kirishima using a shit product for his dry skin and slapped his hand while shouting out a vocabulary of beauty terms while Kiri is shaking in place while *scared rock noises*
So Bakugou drags him into his dorm, throws like six containers at him and tells him to take care of his skin or else.
Kiri does so and is amazed when his skin is still quite soft after suing his quirk relentlessly.
Also see Bakugou has a huge YouTube following where he aggressively talks while gently doing his skin care rutine and some light make up.
Aoyama drops by one night with a shit ton of makeup and - “Let’s do a Collab.
Que Aoyama and Bakugou making a collab stream where Bakugou helps Aoyama with his Japanese And Aoyama helps Bakugou learn some French.
It’s awesome and the girls find out and ask Bakugou cause he’s a specialist with it all.
