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miraimisu · 7 years

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Babe, let me request #48 please? (/ω＼)

I love this prompt to bits because, like, it’s such a flexible thingy? It has so much field to dig in and MAN ain’t I in for some ♥*-MINEDIGGING-*♥ – so yeah, galore with thy angst and get a grip on your nearest vodka bottle.

Bakugou Katsuki was no friend of mistakes, misunderstanding or whatever the name one would have for it– but in that moment, he knew he had made a mistake.

A very big one.

He was now pacing all around his room, hands deep in his sweatpants’ pockets as he went around his dorm, his head shaking, rattling, telling him he had made the right choice– but man. wasn’t his heart crying inside his chest. The feeling of dread, regret and just… trying to imagine, without wanting to, how broken she had been after she was robbed of a wonderful night. It was all starting to eat him alive.

There was a pang in his heart that was, definitely, not going to survive this night. Uraraka had shown up at his dorm door, her hands shaking, unable to stop talking and beating around the bush.

He had had to shush her with a glare and a twitching eye. “Uraraka, you’re making my head pound and you’ve been here for a fucking minute.”

“Oh, right!” she seemed to remember that the point of her visit was, and he swore there was this spark in her eye flatering each second he glared at her. “Sorry, I didn’t intend to crash in this late, so uh.. I was wondering…”

He leaned a bit forward to get the sentence out of her spluttering mouth, but she was taking her sweet time. Something big must be bothering her if she’s such a mess in front of him, someone she would be unfazed by and, actually, was constantly headbutting for a make up with Deku.

Again, like hell making nice would cut it– but again, that was off topic. Her hands racked behind her head as she racked for words that would convince him to follow her plan. “Well, you see…” she trailed off for a moment before snap suddenly almost pouncing on him and what the fuck “there is this party at the town center that everybody is going to! But you need to get yourself a partner if you want to go in for free and– and I don’t really have much money to afford such expensive ball and–”

“Hold the fuck on, a ball?” she nodded, scared of what atrocities he’d bark at her at the notion of suits, dressing up, and snobs hogging him with questions about heroism. However, his response was rather surprising. “And why aren’t you asking Deku instead?”

That startled her, because in no universe would this be a coherent answer that Bakugou would give to a party invitation. It caught her off-guard. “It’s not him who I wanna go with, and– and promised Tsuyu he’d go with her, so… I was expecting to go with you!”

His side leant against the doorframe, eyes darting around as he searched for somewhere to look that wasn’t her, her eyes, the way her lips had that straberry gloss that must taste deliciously good against his or her rosy cheeks. Anything else than her would be fine as long as she didn’t murmur a word while he pondered the consequences of going to a ball with her.

It could either go incredibly well and end the night with her tucked in his chest or end horribly wrong with him screwing up badly– like he always did. And he had long ago accepted that they didn’t belong together, that having feelings for her was wrong, wrong, very very wrong and going to that damn ball wouldn’t help his turmoil.

So he looked at her and all his doubts vanished. She wanted to go with him, right? Of course Uraraka was intelligent and would have known the risks of going with a explosive, aggresive and over the top man to a ball, who had more traits as a villain than a hero but was defying fate anyway. In a way, the thought of her overseeing his flaws came across as rather endearing.

But the fear didn’t go away. So when he nodded curtly and spat at her to get the hell out of his corridor, even if she smiled dashingly at him, the troubling feeling of something not being right throbbed and writhed inside of him.

And when there was only half an hour until they had to part to the ball, Bakugou still say by his window, pajamas on and his suit forgotten in a corner of his closet. His heart was tight in fear’s grasp, trembling with the thought of screwing the night up– of fucking er up, of marking her memories of what could be a great night on her own with a sour reminder of what his company was.

And when Kirishima came to knock on his door, fear had barked at him to go away. When his best friend demanded to see him, frightening curses flew towards his friend. His troubling thoughts, banging against the walls of his whole being fought to keep him at bay. But when Kirishima eventually left the door, his footsteps fading out, he felt no relief.

There was no pleasure on the way Bakugou punched the nearest wall and started cursing at his shitty feelings for gravity girl, screaming because she was the first one to actually give his heart a reson to beat, give his mind something to think of when days were gray, and have something to treasure.

He was no longer the same boy.

And he was torn between deeming it a good or a bad thing, still struggling to find the answer to his ever lasting war.

Were those shitty feelings there to hold him back? Where they there to lift him up?

Then, a sharp image of her crying came to his mind. He knew that everyone was still gathered down at the hall, and Kirishima was probably telling her the news. He still had time to dress up and run to her side, be a good friend– be a good date. The walls around him remained silent, and five minutes later, time dragging on, everything around him remained silent, as if chiding them menatlly for his rash decision.

And, much to his inner surprise, nobody came around. No one came to him to tell him off for being a jerk, and no angry Uraraka came to his door to beat the shit out of him, like he had expected. Would he have given up, though? Honestly, he didn’t know.

By this time, Bakugou knew everyone was away at the party, and he was glad that Uraraka had found the bravery to go there despite everyone going with a date. He also assumed that she had someone to pay the entrance for her.

But then… why wasn’t that nauseous feeling going away? She was good to go now, she didn’t need him for anything. Why was the thought so unpleasant for him to fidget with?

Maybe… maybe this wasn’t her fault. Maybe it was his for being so goddamn stupid, for being a coward, for being afraid of facing her.

He stood up from his pity bed, removed all his pajamas and scrambled into his neat tuxedo, his hair a mess and his emotions all over the place– still, the thought of her smiling, her laughing in his arms, sweeping her off her feet… it all filled him with a bubbly feeling of cheer and enthusiasm, his fear all forgotten in the spur of the rise.

His heart was soaring.

So he ran.

He ran, as fast as his feet could carry him, he was flying in the midst of a crowded city, the city lights brushing past him and his blazer swaying in his pace, people staring at him as his sick smirk widened with the thought of her being only his for the night. He was determined to make things right.

For once, Bakugou was set on making her feel like the queen she deserved to be.

When he got to the palace at the center of the town, he could hear soft classical music soothing all his senses into a lulling tempation to just limp and sway with the rythm of the night. There was chatter in the air, people talking heatedly, and he was aware of some people commenting on how wrinkled his shirt was, or how his hair was disheveled– heck, some fans actually kind of squealed upon seeing him at the party.

Bakugou quickly paid for the invitation fee and made his way in, running in between dressed up women with lots of make up and overly extra dresses. He could already picture his princess in a simple, red gawn, smiling when she saw him and squirming in his strong hold.

Bakugou flew upstairs and crossed the threshold to see his people, all in the same area, some chatting and some dancing somewhere else. His crimsom, heated irises scanned the crowd to find her; where was that little thing with red gawn and–

Uraraka came to view, dancing in the arms of another man, distant laughter filling his ears and the feeling of her in his arms twinkled to disappear as he stared at her, unbelieving– she was smiling in the arms of another boy, sharing experiences with another person that wasn’t him, and suddenly, it dawned on him that he had been too late to the party.

She had found somebody else to dance with. He wouldn’t be the one to sweep her off her feet. Suddenly, he was alone, and she wouldn’t need him anymore.

Frowning, head down and tie too suffocating, Bakugou turned around and left the party before it had even began for him. The void in his stomach only widened the more steps he took home

And in his walk to the dorm where he’d end up thinking what went wrong, all conclussions pointed to the fact that he had made a mistake.

A very big one.

#request #kacchako #kacchako fanfiction #fanfiction #I AM SO SORRY THIS ENDED UP SO ANGSTY AND SHIT BUT OMG SORRY????

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joshpup · 7 years

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Royalty // Hoshi // Pt. 2

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 // Pt. 10

Word Count: 1,745

Genre: royal au, fluff, bit of angst

Summary: You’re driven from your own kingdom by your wicked step-mother and flee to the one safe place you know…but how safe will it stay

You stood up and stared at him. What was the prince of the Ocean Kingdom doing here?

“And your name?” Soonyoung questioned for the second time.

“I-I…” you started to stammer before you were cut off by a voice from behind you. You followed Sooyoung’s gaze and turned to see Seungcheol walking up to the two of you. Seungcheol smiled and came to a stop next to you.

“I see you’ve met Soonyoung.” Seungcheol declared with a bit of a chuckle.

“Yes, she was just about to introduce herself.” Soonyoung stated with a smile. You turned to look at Seungcheol, wondering if it was safe to tell Soonyoung who you really are. You weren’t sure who you could trust anymore. Seungcheol quickly understood what you were trying to ask him.

“It’s alright, he’s on our side.” Seungcheol said in a hushed voice. You nodded, then turned to Soonyoung. With a small curtsy you introduced yourself, along with your royal title. Seungcheol then explained the circumstance regarding you and your kingdom. Soonyoung nodded and ran his fingers through his black hair.

“That’s quite the situation now, isn’t it?” He finally signed after Seungcheol had finished explaining everything.

“Yes, but Seungcheol has been nice enough to let me stay here so I can’t complain.” you said with a smile. The two boys smiled as well, nodding slightly. After chatting for a few more minutes, and admiring Seungcheol’s beautiful garden, the three of you headed inside for lunch.

You found eating meals with Seungcheol was much more enjoyable than at home. Everything was less formal, and he didn’t have the awful long tables that separated everyone that sat at the table to such a point it wasn’t even worth trying to talk to them. But at Seungcheol’s place there was a simple circular table, small enough for you, Soonyoung and Seungcheol to sit comfortably but still be close enough to hold decent conversations. The three of you laughed and talked of simple nothings. You enjoyed the gentle breeze that blew through the open windows, catching the white curtains, causing them to flutter in the wind. The bird chirped happily in the trees outside and the staff moved about with a certain bounce in their step that only improved the mood of the kingdom.

After the dessert of sweet fruits had been placed in front of each person and the serves left the room, Seungcheol turned to you.

“(Y/n), I was thinking, since there is no telling if your stepmother sent someone after you, it would be best to have a personal guard at you side.” He declared. You set your fork down and looked at him.

“Don’t you think that is a bit much? If i’m trying to stay hidden wouldn’t having a guard by my side at all times give me away? I’m sure your staff would notice something.”

“I think Seungcheol’s idea is very practical. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” Soonyoung stated. You thought for a moment, aware of both pairs of eyes staring at you.

“If it’s not too much trouble, then i suppose it wouldn’t hurt.” you finally concluded.

“Good, I’ll assign someone to you after we finish lunch.” You nodded, picking up your fork again and returning back to the plate of fruit that sat in front of you.

After lunch Seungcheol rushed off to figure out who would be best suited to protect you, leaving you and Soonyoung to wander the palace grounds.

“You’re very level for a princess.” Soonyoung suddenly said, breaking the silence that followed the two of you as you walked through the halls.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” you asked, clasping your hands behind your back and looking up at him with a puzzled look on your face.

“Well, most of the princesses I’ve met haven’t been anything like you. They are more concerned with their appearance and trivial things to pay much attention to important subjects at hand, and they would be a whining, complaining mess if they where in you situation.”

“You must not have met many decent princesses than…” You laughed. Soonyoung laughed and nodded.

“I suppose I haven’t.”

The two of you continued to walk around the palace, not saying a word. If anything it was more Soonyoung trailing after you as you flitted about the grounds, watching you admire various things, from the stone structures, to flowers, and the small butterfly that fluttered past you. You came to a stop in front of the palace gates, looking out into the city that had grown up in front of the palace. You stared out at the city, watching the people hurry about, carrying various baskets and other items.

“Do you want to go see the city?” Soonyoung questioned, walking up next to you.

“I don’t think it would be safe for me to go out.” you replied, still looking out of the gates.

“Ah, but (y/n), you forget that i’ll be with you.” Soonyoung stated, patting the top of his sword. You thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons.

“Lets go.” you finally declared.

The two of you quickly stopped by your room so you could pick up your cloak. The muddied, torn cloak covered your pastel blue dress perfectly, to the point where you blended in naturally with the other citizens, but Soonyoung was another story. His white and blue suit stood out against the dull colors worn by the people, he clearly came off as some kind of nobility, if not royalty. With sashes and buckles, along with the very obvious sword, he stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Shouldn’t you have grabbed a cloak or changed or something?” you whispered to him as two ladies walked past, whispering and pointing. Soonyoung looked down at his clothing and signed.

“Whoops!” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You rolled your eyes then began to look for a shop where you could buy him something to cover his oh so obvious outfit with. Within a few minutes a small shop was located and Soonyoung was soon covered by a long brown cloak that covered his fancy outfit perfectly.

“Do you think we should have let Seungcheol know before we left?” You questioned as the two of you walked past the bustling market. Soonyoung shook his head.

“No, the only reason he would have wanted to know is to make sure you are safe, and I’m here with you, so of course you’re safe.”

“How would I know if you could really keep me safe, I’ve only just met you.” You mumbled.

The two of you walked around the city for quite a while. You stopped to roam around the flower shop, smiling down at all the unique and colorful plants. Soonyoung stayed by your side the whole time, not once losing sight of you. Soonyoung had never felt so content before. Simply watching you get excited over little things here and there filled him with such joy, he wasn’t sure why, but he knew he liked being around you.

The two of you continued to walk the crowded streets, the sky slowly growing darker and soon lights appeared in the windows of the buildings lining the streets. You watched as the people put together a big fire in the center of the town square. The twos folk were happy and chattered to their hearts content, not worrying about reputations to uphold, or someone coming after them like most royalty deals with. Soon lively music filled the square and everyone began to dance around the fire, laughing as the jumped and spinned. You and Soonyoung stood on the side, watching the young girls cast glances to the young men that stood, admiring how graceful they looked as they danced, the way their long hair fell about their shoulders, and the way their dress moved as the spun. You smiled as you watched one boy finally pluck up the courage to talk to one of the girls who had just been dancing when the song finally finished.

Soonyoung looked down at you, noticing the soft smile that was forming on your lips. He didn’t care to follow your gaze to see what was making you happy, how could he pull his eyes from someone so beautiful. The way the firelight illuminated your face, and caused your beautiful eyes to sparkle. Everything seemed to fade into nothing as he looked at you. You felt him staring down at him and turned to look at him, immediately catching the gaze of his dark eyes. You stared up at him and smiled.

“This is such a happy kingdom! Is yours like this?” you questioned, breaking Soonyoung from his trance. He thought for a moment, trying to come back to his senses.

“Mm, yes, they are quite a happy bunch. You should come and visit soon and see for yourself.” He answered. You nodded, turning back to look at the fire.

“I shall have to visit soon then…”

“(Y/N)!” a voice yelled from behind you. Startled by the loud voice, you turned to see who was calling you. You were surprised to see it was the guard you had met when you first arrived at this kingdom.

“Oh, Mingyu right?” you asked, remembering the name Wonwoo had called him that night. The guard nodded, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he exclaimed, panting.

“Why?” you questioned.

“Prince Seungcheol assigned me to be your guard. I didn’t think it would be this hard from the start though.” He answered, standing up straight and adjusting his cloak to cover his uniform. You laughed.

“I’m sorry Mingyu, Prince Soonyoung assured me it would be fine if I left since I would be with him.” Soonyoung smiled sheepishly.

“From now on I’ll accompany you everywhere ma’am.” Mingyu declared.

“That may get annoying…” you mumbled under your breath so no one could hear you. “It would be best if you just call me by my name then, it’ll be a little less suspicious.” you said, and Soonyoung nodded in agreement.

“Will do!” Mingyu answered with a bright smile. “Now we should head back to the kingdom, it’s a little unsafe here at night.”

“Really? But it seems so peaceful…” you said, looking back at the merriment that surrounded the bright blazing fire.

“Well–” Mingyu began, only to be cut off by a loud crash.

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