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Sqh has had a crush for years now, and doesn't want mbj to see him like this, so he tries to hide.

But he's to drunk for this and just ends up crouching by a door with his hands covering his eyes.

"What... are you doing?" Mbj asks

"I'm hiding from my king!" This just confuses mbj more before he smells the alcohol on him.

"Why?" A smple question, and sqh didn't seem to realize the person he was talking to was mbj.

There was a long-suffering whine before sqh said,

"I don't think he know just how much I want to burry my face in his fucking pecks when he wears that stupid shirt." Sqh sniffed

"And I don't want him to kill me. He's too pretty. I have to die from something ugly."

Chapter 8

Kiribaku arranged marriage royal au

Fyi, this is basically a crack fic. It's barely (if ever) serious. Have fun!

(Can also be found on AO3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name, different username)

Katsuki had never loved enchantments as much as he did today.

Kirishima had seemed nervous when they first met yesterday, but that was understandable, though. Katsuki was the prince.

But Katsuki-

Katsuki felt like he had finally done something right.

As soon as he had laid his eyes on Kirishima, he knew he wasn't going to respond to any other suitors. It's not like he had planned to, but he had made his final choice.

He was the one.

Now, he just had to make sure that Kirishima felt the same way.

Katsuki's eyes glowed a pale gold as the enchantment set in. The necklace around his and Shadow's throats glowing a similar shade.

Thanks to a rare enchantment on these necklaces, he was now able to see out of Shadow's eyes as if they were his own.

It's fun being the prince when you can do fuck shit like this.

When Kirishima had gone home yesterday, it had already been dark, so Katsuki hadn't bothered. But now the sun had risen, so he had activated the enchantment, and ordered Shadow to find Kirishima.

A jolt of sea sickness ripped through Katsuki's stomach as the crow barrel rolled towards a tree. He reached his hands out to steady himself, only to find the very solid arm chair that he had been sitting in the whole time.

"Cut that shit out." Bakugou growled.

He wasn't sure if the crow could hear him, or not, but Shadow gently landed in a tree outside of Kirishima's bedroom window, but he didn't seem to be in there right now.

When Katsuki had first devised this plan, it was just to learn more about Kirishima. To make sure that he was a genuine person, and not trying to use the Bakugou's for the throne. It had happened before, and he wasn't going to let that shark toothed grin distract him from making sure that it wouldn't happen again.

Thats how both Bakugou and Shadow ended up sitting through a two hour long civic's lesson at eight in the morning.

Kirishima had chosen a chair near the window, so they had a nice view of him as the teacher paced back and forth across the room, passionately explaining his position to a very disinterested Kirishima. It looked like something on the wall behind the teacher had caught his eye.

They had been sitting there for nearly half an hour before Katsuki sighed, ready to pull off the necklace and try again later when he wouldn't be lectured though an open window on a subject that he had been taught when he was still in diapers. He was about as interested in this topic as Kirishima was. But a sudden sound drew his attention back to the red head.

The sound of a ruler being slammed down on the desk Kirishima was sitting at. The teacher that had been happily explaining something moments before, now had an angry glare aimed at Kirishima.

"HALF AN HOUR. IS THAT ALL THE ATTENTION SPAN THAT YOU HAVE?!" his voice lowered, but it was still loud, just not quite a scream.

"You have been my student for the past year, but oh, GOD FORBID THAT YOU ACTUALLY FUCKING LEARN SOMETHING. It's like trying to teach a rock." The teacher laughed without any humor.

Katsuki didn't think much of it. Kirishima had been distracted, and he was just getting reprimanded. At least, he didn't care much until Kirishima flinched away from the sound of his teachers angry voice, but didnt say anything.

"What did I just say?" The teacher raised his ruler, ready to swing if he didn't like the answer.

"Uh, it was about the war of the under kingdom, and - " Kirishima paused, and in that moment of hesitation, the teacher brought the ruler down.

"And the water side tribe, you IMBECILE. IF THIS IS HOW YOU-" The connection between Katsuki and Shadow began to blink in and out, and the next thing Katsuki could see, the ruler was lifted again, and he could see the red welt already visible on the exposed sliver of Kirishima's shoulder.

"When was -" another blink.

Another loud crack and another.

And this time, the feed didn't come back.

Half an hour later, when kirishima returned to his room, he found the crow that Katsuki had shown him. What was his name, Shadow? perched on his dresser.

He smiled when he realized that there was a piece of paper tied to his leg.

"Wow, that's was quick. Did Katsuki send me a letter already? Hi there. Do you remember me from yesterday? Katsuki introduced us."

Shadow crowed and leaned affectionately into Kirishimas outstretched hand.

Kirishima smiled. "I'll take that as a yes. Aww, you are so soft!"

He unhooked the paper and sat on the edge of his bed. Shadow followed him over and rested on his knee. He flattened the piece of paper against his leg and fell back into the mattress.

The immediate pain in his back and shoulders felt like static. He rolled his shoulders, but it didn't really help. Eijirou sighed. With how much it hurt, he could tell that he was going to be bruised and sore for at least the next week. He had never healed quickly, which they had figured out pretty early on when he was little. And it was the reason behind many of the scars littering his body.

When he looked back at the note and read it, there were only two words written in neat cursive.

You okay?

Bk

Chapter 7

Kiribaku arranged marriage royal au

Fyi, this is basically a crack fic. It's barely (if ever) serious. Have fun!

(Can also be found on AO3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name, different username)

When Eijirou was sure he was absolutely lost and had no sense of direction left- Katsuki stopped in front of a wooden door.

It was significantly less showy than almost everything else they had come across on their mad dash. Just a normal wooden door with a circular door handle made of well-worn copper.

"What is this place?" Kirishima asked.

A wicked grin spread across the prince's handsome features.

"I'll show you when we are inside.

Oh, also, when I open this door, keep your hands to yourself. You'll regret it if you dont."

Kirishima noticed that he conveniently hadn't answered his question as Katsuki pushed open the door.

And the stench slammed full force right into his face, almost knocking him backward.

Katsuki just laughed

"Yeah, that's a pretty standard reaction."

"Jesus! What is that smell, bro?!"

Kirishima glanced over, only to see Bakugou trying to hide his laughter.

He was laughing at him.

"Look around, Shitty hair."

Eijirou turned indignant

"My name is Kirishima, and my hair is not that different from yours!"

He looked around the room anyway and saw that Bakugou had taken them to an owlry.

He had expected the room to be small based on the size of the door, but when he could finally see inside, he realized that that was incorrect. It was huge! It must have even been larger than his bedroom, with the walls covered in little shelves with straws sticking out of the corners. Half of the little shelves had birds sitting in them.

Ahh, they must be nesting boxes.

Kirishima thought to himself.

And the stench - well, that was probably because the caretaker, who was staring out the window on the opposite side of the room, seemed to be ancient. He probably didn't have any sense of smell left after working with the birds for this many years.

"Wow," Kirishima didn't know what else to say. It was kinda neat, but....

He had never been inside an owlry before, so he wasn't sure what they were supposed to smell like, but he was pretty sure they weren't supposed to smell like something died in there... a few weeks ago.

"Did something die in here? Like, last year? I think it's actually burning my sinuses out- Hey, don't laugh! " But his laughter was contagious, and soon Kirishima was laughing too.

"Why did you take me here?"

"To give you something."

Bakugou was just staring silently around the room for a moment until his eyes locked on the old man leaning on the open window sill.

"Hey, old man, is Shadow back yet?" He said in a voice so loud it could be considered a yell. The old man at the window turned when he heard Bakugou's voice.

Did he only just notice they were here?

"Hello, young Prince. What a pleasure to see you today!"

"Hello, Takahiro. Has Toko or Shadow come back yet?"

"Yes, yes, Shadow is here." The old man, Takahiro, Katsuki had called him, pursed his lips, and let out a little whistle.

From the other end of the room, a huge black bird flew over to land on the caregivers outstretched arm.

"Hello again, Shadow. Come here for a sec." Bakugou said, flicking his fingers towards himself in a 'Come here' gesture.

The obedient little bird hopped from Takahiros arm to Bakugou's shoulder. He then turned to look at Eijirou.

"Come closer. Say hi."

Eijirou walked forward and held his hand out for the black bird.

"This is Shadow. He is... well, he's basically a carrier pigeon. OW FFfuuu." Bakugou yelped as Shadow pecked his earlobe.

Wait.. did he just try not to curse?? Weird.

"Fine." Katsuki barked. "Messenger bird." Another peck. This time, it looked more painful.

"Alright, alright. You little menace. 'Highly trained and sought after messenger crow.' " he put air quotes around the words, rolling his eyes at Kirishima.

Kirishima didn't have to wonder about Bakugou holding his tongue for long, though.

The crow seemed to preen at Bakugou's words despite his obvious sarcasm. Making a little tweeting sound.

Bakugou almost smiled. "Uh huh. Fuck you to, birdie." He lightly stroked Shadows head.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a cane appeared in the old man's hand, and he cracked Katsuki over the skull with it.

"Ah ah ah, I've told you this before. No cursing around my little fledglings. They repeat everything, and I mean everything they hear. The last thing I need is for a neighboring country to go to war with us because my crow cussed them out."

Bakugou rubbed at his own head where he had been hit but didn't make any comment. Just glared at Takahiro.

"The point of this was to have you meet Shadow." Bakugou said to Eijirou.

"If you give the little bugger permission, he'll follow you home, memorize the way, and then we can communicate without my mother intercepting and showing all her friends our letters. If we are actually going to- court.." He said the word carefully. "We should definitely avoid the queen at all costs."

Eijirou suddenly shuddered at the thought of several posh, high society ladies sitting around a table laughing about his shit handwriting, and nodded.

A few days ago

The door to Tokoyami's room slammed open, and he turned to watch as the prince stormed into his room.

Bakugou noted that there was a crow on his shoulder, and the boy underneath strangely also resembled a crow.

"Hello, to you too, Prince."

"I need to use Shadow."

Tokoyami sighed,

"Well...? What for?"

"Letters."

"Letters? Wow, thank you for that very insightful explanation. He carries letters all over the country. Constantly. You're going to have to be more specific."

"I need him to carry letters to the- to a specific household."

"Okay, sure, and do you have the letter ready?" Tokoyami set down the notebook that he had been holding.

This was going to take a bit.

"Just let me use the bird." Katsuki glared.

"But if you dont even have the letter- " He cut him off.

"Not right now. Just like, in general. As his next assignment. Or some shit, I dont fucking know."

Katsuki's face was getting hot.

Tokoyami looked between the prince and his discarded project he had set on his desk, and sighed.

"Why don't you shut the door and come and tell me what's going on."

Shadow laid down on Tokoyami's shoulder, as if realizing the same thing Toko did and he was settling in for a long conversation.

"Does he do reconnocence as well?" Katsuki asked.

Chapter 6

Kiribaku arranged marriage royal au

Fyi, this is basically a crack fic. It's barely (if ever) serious. Have fun!

(Can also be found on AO3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name, different username)

"Get your fucking hands off me!" Katsuki yelled as he shoved Deku's hand off his shoulder.

"Kacchan! You're going to be late! Asui already said that she saw them pulling in!"

An "I told you to call me Tsu!" Echoed down the hallway, making both of them jump. It's almost like she climbed the walls when they weren't looking-

Katsuki could see the doors to the dining room and tried once again to get Deku to let him go.

"Hurry UP, KACCHAN!!"

Katsuki threw open the doors while screaming -

"SHUT UP! IM HERE ON TIME! IM -" His words fizzled out as he locked eyes with a very much already there Eijirou. "Here.." he finished weakly because that meant that he was, in fact, late.

His mind registered what he was seeing- and Jesus FUCK he was not prepared.

Because the man that was standing at the other end of the dining hall was- ... he didn't even even know how to explain it.

And his clothes.

That was a suit that Katsuki had hand sewn for an event last fall. He hadn't been able to wear it though, because he had measured it wrong and accidentally made it a size too big and it hung wrong on him.

So it had been sitting in the back of his closet. Or so he had thought.

Yet here it was.

And when Eijirou wore it, it looked like it was a size too small.

There was just so much muscle trapped underneath that fancy, hand embroidered jacket.

He kind of wanted to tear it off.

NO. GET YOURSELF TOGETHER

He JUST laid eyes on this guy for the first time, and he was already frothing at the mouth.

Take a deep breath.

But it was like stepping into a book.

Although... it did seem like the roles had been reversed a bit. But hey- Katsuki was fine with that if it meant he got to stare at those arms more... God, what did they feed him?

He forced himself to tear his eyes away from Kirishima's biceps to his face.

His hair was true to his picture. Bright fucking red. Spiked up enough to make a porcupine jealous.

When he noticed Bakugou staring at him, he tried for a nervous smile.

Oh, he is definitely a golden retriever. He - oh god, his teeth.

And you guessed it. Katsuki wasn't ready for that either.

He didn't even know he had a thing for teeth until Kirishima was smiling at him, exposing a mouth full of jagged, sharp, and dangerous teeth.

What kind of stuff did those teeth even do?

What kind of stuff would those teeth do to him?

What kind of stuff would he let those teeth do to him?

"Um, hello. My name is Eijirou Kirishima. It's nice to meet you."

"Katsuki Bakugou" came his short response.

"Well, don't just stand there, Katsuki! Sit down! We didn't invite this lovely boy over so you could have a glaring contest!" Queen Mitsuki glared at her son, and he awkwardly took a seat.

"There. That's better. You too, Eijirou." Eijirou also sat down.

"I- uh, I didn't think that I got here early? So then where is everyone else?" Kirishima asked once he had sat down across from Katsuki.

So much for not being first.

Katsuki scowled, "Everyone else? Who the fuck are you talking about?"

"The other people you invited for the culling dinner?" Eijirou looked confused.

"Oh, don't worry about that. You're the only one he invited." Mitsuki smiled.

Oh. Just me. That's cool.

Oh, wait. JUST ME.

Did I do something?

Am I about to be disposed of?

Murdered?

Thrown into the royal dungeon to rot?!

Kirishima asked himself.

But

"Oh, okay." Was all that he said.

"Thanks, mom." Katsuki said sarcastically. "Now he's scared."

Well, that was true, but he wasn't about to let Katsuki know that.

Katsuki sighed "One on one is much better for actually getting to know someone. Quit looking like I'm bout to banish you. That's not what this is.... Quit freaking the fuck out. "  Despite his harsh words, his voice was soft.

Right then, the servants started pouring in from the side doors with trays filled with delicious smelling food and pitchers of drink.

"Ah, time to eat." King Maseru commented.

Was that the first time he had talked this whole time? Kirishima wasn't sure. But this thought quickly left Kirishima's mind when they sat a huge platter of ham a few feet in front of him.

A few minutes later, Katsuki was desperately trying to look anywhere except for Kirishima's mouth as he tore through that meat.

It was like as soon as he bit it, it turned into shredded ribbons in his mouth.

And the issue with that?

Katsuki couldn't help but wish it was his skin in Eijirou's mouth.

His neck, his arms, he didn't care.

Dear God, he needed Jesus.

If this brief interaction had taught him anything, it was that he had made a wonderful choice with Kirishima and that he probably needed to go see a priest.

"So, uh, how has your day been?" The silence had gotten to Kirishima, so he tried for some small talk.

"Just fine, thank you. And what about you, son?" Maseru answered.

Kirishima instantly seemed to relax at the kind tone.

"Pretty good! Well, except for this morning. When I got dressed this morning, I was checking the fit in the mirror, and it looked so manly! It was awesome! I was gonna check the muscle definition, but when I flexed, a button flew off, and hit Inege in the eye! It took like fifteen minutes to fix it, and I was almost late!" Kirishima laughed.

Katsuki choaked on his water.

Maseru just looked horrified.

"Good god, Kirishima, were you trying to take her eye out? Those buttons are made of pure fucking steel."

It was Kirishima's turn to look horrified.

"Pure steel!? Are you sure? When I go home, I'll check up on her."

Katsuki descreetly thumbed the matching buttons on his jacket.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they're steel."

After this, they feel into an easy banter. In the end, when the food was being cleared, Katsuki had a realization. He didn't want this to end.

Then he remembered.

After dinner, Katsuki jumped to his feet and turned to Kirishima.

"I need to show you something. Come."

Kirishima stood and followed him into the hall.

"Where are we going." Bakugou seemed to have warmed up to him dinner, which made Kirishima feel much more at ease.

"Nowhere until we ditch them." He tilted his head almost imperceptibly to the side at the blond and black haired guards that were doing an awful job at hiding the fact that they were following them now that they were out of the dining hall.

"Watch this," Bakugou whispered.

Kirishima nodded as he watched him pull a crumpled napkin out of his inner vest pocket. Staring in awe as sparks come to life in Katsuki's hand. Seeming to dance along his palm.

Beautiful.

Okay, so Kirishima might be a bit of a pyromaniac

Sue him.

But right then, those orange sparks were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Katsuki held his sparking palm close enough to the napkin that it caught fire. At the first sign of smoke, Katsuki waved it for the 'not-so-sneaky' spys to see before carefully placing it on the windowsill close enough for the curtains to catch if it wasn't moved soon.

"HAVE FUN PUTTING THIS OUT FUCK STAINS" he yelled before taking off down the hall. Eijirou gawked, still trying to get more used to the way Katsuki spoke.

"Aw, common man!" The blond one yelled after him as the curtain caught.

"DONT FUCKING STALK IF YOU ARENT PREPARED TO SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES DUNCE FACE." Katsuki cackled, taking Kirishima's hand as he ran around the corner, both if them trying and failing not to laugh.