𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : cursing, illegal activities.. there’s barely any dialogue fyi.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : umm for collab (@sasusaki) also this is on wattpad i just haven’t uploaded it yet but @ ATSVLI on wattpad
ⓘ masterlist
i’m inna lamb’ truck who stoppin’ me ?? (super urus - lucki)
You never expected you’d find yourself in this environment, but yet here you were. Your plush legs sat on the top of the top of Tokyos best street racer’s black and orange Lamborghini Aventador SVJ V12. Your head bopping along to the beat of the song playing through his stereo, custom made by Kyoka Jirou.
The smell of gasoline wafted through the dark sky; it had taken you a while of getting used to the smell but now the smell is familiar to you.
If you were to ask anyone about their favorite part of these late nights racing, they might reply with the thrill of winning, the pot money, or even the flagger girls. But Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t just anyone— he was Dynamite. Just the simple slip of his name would send shivers down his opponents spine.
Well, except for one.
“Well well well.. if it isn’t the Katsuki in the flesh,” A voice dripped in venom purred. “and who might this be?” his attention was turned towards you now.
“Oh hop off my dick, Monoma.. Don’t you have a race to lose?” You sneered. You went to stand next to Bakugou who was leaning against the car, his hand hooked around your waist and pulled you closer.
“I see how it is, she’s your new sidekick Katsuki?” his lips curled into a wicked smile, taking a step closer.
“You must want your ass beat then.” Bakugou’s voice was laced with anger. he cracked his knuckles and walked closer to blond.
Monoma just laughed and waved him off. “Okay okay.. see you on the starting line, Dynamite. And this time, we’re racing for the girl.”
Bakugou muttered curses and stood next to your side again. He watched as Monoma made it back to his car and then checked his phone for the time, 10:50PM. The race would start soon and he still needed his car checked.
“You’re riding with me this time.” he announced, stepping into his car. The suddenness left you with no choice but to step in his car. You knew it was a nice car, but you didn’t know it was this nice.
The floor was decorated with LED lights that were slowly fading through all the colors. The dashboard was clear except for a polaroid picture of you two. It was from your first official date months ago.
The prep went by fast— to be fair all you could think about was how this race was over you. What if Bakugou lost? It’s not totally impossible, you thought. Soon enough it was time for the race to begin. The cars were aligned with the painted line. There was a half naked flagger girl holding a checkered flag. You honestly might’ve been more nervous than Katsuki.
You looked over to him only to see his side profile. He was focused on seemingly one thing right now, and that was winning against that shithead.
“Gimme your hand.” He sighed, looking back at the road.
“What?”
“You’re nervous, yeah? Let me hold your hand then.” he sat his right hand on the centerpiece palm up, awaiting your hand in his. You placed yours there and looked over at him, smiling. He rubbed his thumb against your knuckles and you felt yourself calming down.
Then the red lights changed to yellow. The yellow changed to green. And with that, the race had started.
Bakugou’s left hand was gripped on the wheel as the car accelerated faster than lightning. His lips curled into a smile, he was in his element.
The subwoofers reverberated the music in the car so much that the bass was felt in your heart. There was no one in front of you and Katsuki.
The roar of a corvette was quickly coming into earshot just as the finish line was. You looked over and saw Monoma’s devilish smile appear when he saw Katsuki’s drop.
The two cars were neck at neck and closing in on the line. He let go of your hand to press the blue button that read “NOS” where the gear stick would be. The car slung forward with a speed greater than anything you would know. The sound that came from the engines sounded like an explosion.
You assumed he had it in the bag until you saw Monoma catching back up. You looked at katsuki once again. His eyes were a different shade of red, a darker shade. Thousands of solutions were going through his head. His jaw was clenched. The grip on the wheel was turning his knuckles white.
He took both his hands and turned the wheel— fast.
The car spun into a donut-like shape and crossed the line first.
“Woah.” was all you could get out. It felt like your soul had been plucked from you, as well as your breath. Everything felt euphoric.
The cheers of the crowd were ear-shatteringly loud as you stepped out the car. Bakugou’s hands were shoved in his black cargo pants pockets when he walked towards Monoma’s car.
He bent his torso down to look in the window with a shit-eating smile. We walked off towards you and slung his arm around your neck. “How’s that for your first race?” He snickered.
You had no words. So you turned and left a fat kiss on his lips, holding his neck in your hands. He kissed you back, the passion in his actions becoming apparent, yet you pulled away before it became anything.
You smiled at him, looking him in his eyes. “Well done, Dynamite.”
Genre: Royal AU, romance, forced/arranged marriage, betrayal
Wordcount: currently 7k+
Warnings: mentions of parents' death, (attempted) murder but nothing graphic
A/N: Welcome to my first AU! This work is part of @sasusaki's Kavyaverse collab and thanks to @krystalgaia for beta-reading this <3
Synopsis
It had been merely a few weeks since you and your brother Daichi had lost your family. With him as the king, you tried to handle the loss and grief when someone is determined to get rid of you by marrying you off to Inarizaki’s king Shinsuke Kita.
SUMMARY: You always knew about your soulmate... Who could’ve guessed that you two would meet in a very uneventful morning?
WORD COUNT: 600+
WARNINGS: Katsuki listening to too much rock music, you listening to more pop music (so sorry if you don’t listen to that), Katsuki with his crazy reflexes, you getting pinned/pushed/thrown to the ground (no not in a sexual way, it was Katsuki’s reflexes), and yeah... That’s it.
A/N: Inspired by this post about soulmates where every time your soulmate listens to music, you can hear it too. So yes- fun. This was for a collab with @sasusaki for their Kavyaverse Collab! This was pretty fun to write (although I’m lowkey disappointed because what exactly is that word count ew- I wish I could’ve wrote more b u t I accidentally wrote an ending and I was like “well that sounds good with me I guess so yeah-)
You sighed a little as you woke up to... Rock music. Of course it was rock music. You rubbed your eyes a little as you just sat up, stretching back before getting ready for your day.
You never knew why your soulmate always listened to such loud music. It had always given you a headache. Seriously. What kind of person woke themselves up with heavy metal? Maybe a lot of people did that. Not you. You usually woke yourself up to more pleasant things. Such as gentle piano music, or something.
You hummed softly as you got ready for your day, putting on your school uniform before going out to go to class.
People were surprised that a person like you would go to UA. You were smart, yeah, and pretty creative. But UA? It seemed too random. Why would you want to go there, anyway?
Well, you wanted to create support items. Ever since you were little, you thought the different items that heroes had were cool. And you always had an interest in inventors. You had been building things out of random scraps for years.
You shook your head slightly to dispel those thoughts as you walked out of your dorm, skipping slightly as you moved to go to school. You paused slightly on the sidewalk, though. Because you heard a small humming noise that went along with the music in your ears...
You blinked a bit in surprise before running after the blond a bit. "Hey- wait!" You called after him. He didn't stop, however, and you had to almost sprint to catch up to him enough that you could grab his arm. "Aren't you- aren't you my soulmate...?"
Katsuki had always known about soulmates. Specifically his soulmate. He knew that they always listened to less rock music than he did. More of a variety of different types. Some songs were in a foreign language, which he didn't particularly care about... But he didn't particularly like it, either.
He let out a soft huff, the hard rock music that he was listening to drowning out the other people's voices as he got ready for another tiring day at UA.
He walked quickly out as he was done, head nodding slightly to the beat of the music as he walked. Although it had been pretty loud, he turned down the volume a bit as he got to the road.
He heard a voice, calling out to someone, but he ignored it. Maybe it was another extra, or maybe they were calling someone else.
He flinched ever so slightly as the person grabbed his arm, however, before his instincts kicked in, flipping them over and landing on top of them, their back hitting the ground.
He paused slightly though as the words that the other had said finally caught on. "Wait... Soulmate?" He frowned slightly, blinking.
You nodded slightly, gasping for breath; you were a bit winded.
He let out a soft huff, shaking his head. "...Where's the proof?"
"Let me... Listen to your music," you got out, and with a small sigh, Katsuki took off his headphones, gently putting them in your ears.
He froze slightly as he heard the music, eyes widening. "...So you weren't lying..." He murmured softly. "Well, what's your name?"
"I'm [L/N] [Y/N]. And you're... Bakugo Katsuki, aren't you?" Your head tilted slightly to the side, relieved that you had finally caught your breath.
"...Okay. And, yeah. Well, nice to meet you, [L/N]." He smiled faintly at you before helping you up. "Well, what do you want to do now, soulmate? Walk to school together?"
Genre: Royal AU, romance, forced/arranged marriage, betrayal
Wordcount: ~2.3k
Warnings: mentions of parents' death, (attempted) murder but nothing graphic
Track: Amanda Tenfjord – Die Together
A/N: This fic is part of @sasusaki's Kavyaverse Collab.This was due on July 2, so I apologize for posting late. Also, happy (belated birthday to our king Kita!
A Princess' Duty masterlist
The weather was beautiful as springtime slowly banished the winter and its gloomy atmosphere. The sun shone brightly, no clouds blurring its rays, the bird’s chirping chimed through the air and a soft breeze twirled petals and leaves around you. The scent of hyacinths tickled your nose like a page from a picture book. A tear fell down your cheek and into the bouquet in your hands.
It was ironic. The weather was so different from your sentiment. Usually, the sun would invite you to go for a ride with your beloved horse, enjoying the warmness on your skin and the wind in your hair, but today the warmth felt like salt in your wound.
You got on your knees and placed the bouquet of flowers on the moist soil, right next to the black marble statue of an angel. Not even two months ago, Daichi would’ve scolded you for potentially ruining your dress and lectured you about how a princess shouldn’t kneel in the dirt, but today he didn’t.
Today the dirt on your dress was trivial. Insignificant. Negligible. Just like everything else. Your fingers brushed over the names of your parents and younger siblings engraved in the gravestone. Today, Daichi laid his hand on your shoulder and squeezed it, silently providing you stability. Stability he barely had himself.
“I don’t think I have realized they’re gone forever yet.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. If you spoke any louder only a croak would come out. “We will never hear Akiko’s laugh or Shiro and Yoshiro’s banter again. Or Mother and Father arguing about the next banquet’s seating arrangements.” More tears streamed down your face and you balled your hands into fists, gathering the grave’s dirt under your nails.
Daichi’s laugh was heartbroken. “Don’t say that. We wouldn’t want them debating in heaven whether they were having a discussion or an argument once again. What would God think of our family?”
Despite all the tears and sorrow, you smiled at the memory of your mother’s voice echoing through the halls, defending her firm belief she and your father had been merely discussing the matter while he had mumbled something about this hardly being a discussion but rather an argument. Still, they always smiled at each other while doing so, because such trivial matters couldn’t damage their marriage – nothing could. Ever.
“They really loved each other deeply.” You turned your head to Daichi as he looked up into the sky. His expression was dreamy, but you noticed the tears burning in his eyes too.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown. And he was still able to point his gaze up. Sure, his whole life Daichi had been prepared to become king, to reign over the Kingdom of Karasuno. But not at the age of twenty-one. He wasn’t supposed to take over the throne until your father had died of old age in a decade. But there he stood now: a king after losing his family and his head still high.
You made a move to get up and his attention snapped back to you, before he offered you his hand, helping you on your feet again. You gulped the lump in your throat, picking an entangled leaf from his hair.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” You faked ignorance, very well aware you did nothing to hide your emotions – not that it was an option. He had always been able to read you like an open book.
“Pity written all over your face.” A smile tugged on his lips as he tipped your nose with his index finger. “I’m your older brother, I’m here to protect you, to comfort you. I’m supposed to be the strong one, the one helping you through the loss of your parents and siblings.”
“Our parents and our siblings, Daichi. They were your family too, Daichi. It’s fine to express your grief to me. To whom else would you, if not me, your sister? We’re in this together.”
Slowly, the two of you made your way back towards the castle, away from the cemetery’s heavy aura. The servants knew not to approach you during your mourning times at the grave, but neither of you could escape the royal duties forever. Both of you knew that.
Passing through the palace grounds lifted some of the weight of your chest. Leaving the thick atmosphere made breathing easier again and the bird’s chirping didn’t feel like mockery anymore but reassurance the two of you could manage. With a shy smile you linked your arm with Daichi’s, squeezing it lightly to give him silent support.
“Your Majesty!”
Daichi flinched as Nishinoya’s voice called from behind you. He still wasn’t used to the new title. A title he didn’t like because it reminded him of the price he had paid.
Daichi furrowed his eyebrows as he turned around. “Nishinoya! Did I not tell you to refrain from disturbing us?”
You laid your hand on his forearm to calm him down. Nishinoya was a reliable messenger, who would never refuse orders if it wasn’t a serious matter. “What is it, Yū?” you asked in a tone softer than your brother’s.
Breathless, Nishinoya bowed to you and you noticed the sweat glistering on his forehead. As Karasuno’s messenger, it was hard to bring his body to the point of sweating. “Your Highness.” He took two more deep breaths before continuing, “I’m really sorry for disobeying your orders, Sire, but His Majesty, King Shinsuke Kita of Inarizaki, is here, asking for his bride.”
“His bride?”
Nishinoya’s gaze flickered to you and he faltered. Your confusion and the deepening furrows on Daichi’s forehead told him neither you nor your brother knew what he was talking about. He gulped, looking at Daichi. “Yes. According to him, you signed a contract, arranging a marriage with him.”
Your nails dug into the stiff fabric of Daichi’s uniform. “Yū?” you asked, your tongue heavy. “Who is stated as the bride?”
His Adam’s apple bopped when he gulped again, avoiding eye contact with both of you. A moment of heavy silence passed with only the sighing of the wind interrupting it, his expression provoking an uneasy feeling. “I’m afraid it’s you, Your Highness, the Princess of Karasuno.”
Irritation and confusion wouldn’t do justice to what you felt at that moment. Shinsuke Kita, King of Inarizaki, requested your hand in marriage? This was out of the blue. Sure, you knew about him, who he was, but you hadn’t spoken to him aside from the time your parents had introduced him to you years ago at a ball in Shiratorizawa’s palace. If you recall correctly, this had been seven years ago, just a few months after your fourteenth birthday, and since then you hadn’t seen or corresponded with him in any form. So, why was he suddenly asking – or rather demanding – you to marry him?
“Tell him, we will hear him in the throne room,” Daichi ordered Nishinoya who promptly nodded and ran back to the palace. With his hand on your lower back, he guided you back as well. “Come on.”
You looked down on your dirty dress, the soil differentiating greatly from the lavender silk. “I should change. I–”
“There’s no time for that.” With a stern glance, he shook his head, continuing to drag you through the gardens.
And there was nothing you could do aside from following him into the building, through the long, wide hallways to the throne room where Sir Kōshi Sugawara and Sir Asahi Azumane, your personal guards, were already waiting, standing left and right of the podium with the two thrones. They were exchanging glances but stopped as soon as Daichi and you entered after giving each other a nod in a wordless exchange. Daichi settled in the left throne as you took your stand beside him, a hand resting on his shoulder.
Not even a minute later, Nishinoya slipped in through a door to the side, signaling the arrival of King Shinsuke Kita. Your brother gave him a nod and Nishinoya hurried to the broader, taller door right across the podium.
The other two knights stationed right next to the main door, pulled open the door wings and Nishinoya cleared his throat before announcing, “His Majesty, the King of Inarizaki, Shinsuke Kita!”
Three people entered, their swords dangling from their belts, striding over the red carpet in Inarizaki’s characteristic knights’ uniforms: a suit of armor made of shining metal and a black cloak with white ornaments adorning the hem, held by a shoulder plate bearing a silhouette of a fox.
Shinsuke Kita’s physique wasn’t particularly more impressive than his guards’: both were taller and just as broad. However, he was so far from inconspicuous, that – even without his dark red sash under his cloak and the gold trim in the fox – one could tell he was the one coming from royalty. His presence was unmistakably a leader’s, a king’s.
“Your Majesty.” His voice was unexpectedly bright though deeper than you remembered it – no wonder, he wasn’t a boy anymore. “Your Highness.” He barely spared you a glance, keeping his eyes on Daichi as his guards bowed their heads.
His greeting was acknowledged with a nod and a “Your Majesty” in return.
For a moment you contemplated refusing the curtsy, but your mother had taught you manners and this was not the place for immature behavior. “Your Majesty,” you greeted him, brushing off the sting of frustration when he continued ignoring you.
Daichi watched his opponent closely, legs crossed and chin resting on the back of his hand, aware of every single movement. You could tell he looked more confident than he felt. “I hope your travel to our humble kingdom was without trouble and I welcome you in my castle. Though I must admit, I am surprised to see you here, Sire. I didn't expect you to show up at my palace’ door – unannounced, at that – demanding for a bride.”
The blonde guard's eyebrows rose in surprise before he caught himself. The other guard and Kita remained stoic.
“I fail to see how my appearance is unannounced. Two weeks have passed since the signing on your part and now I am here to pick up my appointed bride – like agreed.”
Under your touch, Daichi’s shoulder tensed and the knuckles on his other hand turned white as he gripped the armrest tighter. He was holding back – in favor of the neutral relation your kingdoms had and to save face as a king. If he lost his temper now, word would go around, damaging his reputation and authority over Karasuno.
But something was wrong. Daichi knew how much you valued a marriage out of love, how much you wished for a marriage like your parents’. There was no way he would marry you off to someone you didn’t approve – much less you barely even knew.
From Kita’s wording you deduced there was a written contract, quoting the terms and conditions of this arranged marriage. But Daichi couldn’t ask to see it, considering he supposedly signed it, as this would prove someone had interfered with his business. Which no king should ever, under any circumstances, tolerate. Saying Kita had shown up unannounced had already painted a bad light, but it could be excused by saying it must’ve slipped Daichi’s mind that the stated amount of time had already passed, as a ruler’s schedule tended to be rather busy. However, you could very well ask to see the record without raising suspicion, feigning the unknowing princess whose brother married her off and attempting damage control.
“May I have a look at the document? I assume you have it with you, Sire.”
Three pairs of eyes flickered to you instantly. For the blink of an eye, they fell on the stains on your dress and the dark-haired guard raised an eyebrow disparagingly before they got a hold of themselves and lifted their gazes to your face. Kita kept a straight face though his brown eyes studied your every movement with a certain interest.
“Ren.”
The dark-haired guard nodded silently and pulled something out of the interior pocket of his uniform. The paper’s rustling was earsplitting. The dull sound of your heels on the carpet and the rattling of his armor were the only things to be heard in the room as you walked down the steps from the podium, meeting the guard halfway.
“Thank you.” Internally, you thanked the gods your voice and hands weren't shaking as you reached for the document, noticing the guard eyeing the dirt still clinging to your hands.
The material was rough under your fingertips as they worked on unfolding the document and silence set over the room.
Holding your breath, you skimmed the text, catching a point here and there – exchange for the Princess’ hand in marriage – alliance between the kingdoms of Karasuno and Inarizaki – as soon as the wedding ceremony is fulfilled – typical conditions for a contract outlining an arranged marriage. Then your gaze fell on the signatures at the bottom and you froze. What you saw proved your worst fears to be true. Daichi betraying you and marrying you off against your wishes wouldn’t have been nearly as bad as this. There, down at the bottom, in black ink, stood Daichi’s name.
Only the signature wasn’t his.
“Sire? What shall we do now?”
Dull brown eyes set on the fields of hyacinths around Karasuno’s palace, observing the estate’s structure and layout, watching the animals scurry from bush to bush and the servants hurry from one side of the palace to the other.
