saucy marinara

“a queen is eternally faithful to her king.”

your mother had spoken those words to you so many times throughout your childhood that even now, months into your marriage, they still lived somewhere deep inside your mind like scripture carved into stone.

you could still remember the feeling of sitting perfectly straight beside her in the sunlit chambers of the emerald empire while she corrected the tilt of your chin with careful fingers and reminded you over and over again what your purpose in life would one day become.

a queen was loyal. a queen was graceful. a queen did not question the path laid before her because her path was already decided the moment royal blood entered her veins.

your mother had always spoken calmly during those lessons, never cruel, never harsh, but firm enough that her words rooted themselves permanently inside you.

she taught you that the essence of a queen was not power itself but devotion to the one who held it.

the king’s burdens became yours to carry. the king’s enemies became yours to endure. the kingdom he ruled became the kingdom you protected beside him.

she taught you that whatever belonged to the king would someday belong to you as well, including his responsibilities, his wars, his victories, his grief, and his people.

you remembered sitting beside her as a little girl while she brushed oils through your hair and spoke softly.

“a king bears the weight of the crown openly,” she once told you. “a queen bears it quietly. that is why queens survive.”

at the time, you had not fully understood what she meant. you only nodded because you were obedient and eager to please, just like she raised you to be.

your mother taught you that being queen was easy compared to being king.

while kings exhausted themselves with politics, war, council meetings, alliances, treaties, and the endless pressure of ruling, a queen was there to represent something far softer.

a queen was meant to symbolize stability, peace, unity, prosperity, and most importantly, the future generation of rulers.

just like how you had been raised to someday become the wife of the next ruler of the scarlet region, your duty now as queen was to continue that bloodline and strengthen the throne through heirs.

that was your role.

to bear children for the king.

simple.

at least, that was what you were taught.

“it’s easy to be queen, my child,” your mother always told you. “once you have mastered the art of being that symbol, your people will adore you.”

you found yourself thinking about those words as you slowly walked through the gardens hidden deep within the scarlet castle, the soft sound of your shoes brushing against the stone path nearly drowned out by the quiet rustling of leaves overhead.

months had passed since your arrival in the scarlet region. months since your wedding to katsuki bakugo. months since you left behind the emerald empire to become queen of a nation built from fire, stone, blood, and ancient dragons.

and somehow, against all odds, this dark and brutal place had slowly started feeling like home.

your gaze drifted toward the scarlet lilies blooming near the center pond, their deep crimson petals standing proudly beside the emerald dewdrops your parents had shipped across the sea from your homeland. the contrast between the flowers should have looked strange together, but instead they blended beautifully beneath the filtered sunlight pouring through the glass dome overhead.

there had been no gardens in the scarlet castle when you first arrived.

not a single flower or greenery in sight.

the fortress had been made of black stone and iron, cold hallways and towering walls that looked carved from the mountain itself. everything about the castle felt harsh, beautiful in its own intimidating way but completely devoid of softness. there were training yards, war rooms, weapon halls, and old dragon stables larger than noble homes back in the emerald empire.

but no gardens.

you had complained about that constantly during your first few weeks there. and you continued to do so after your marriage.

and katsuki, being katsuki, had eventually snapped.

“if i order people to make you a damn garden will you finally shut the hell up ’bout those good for nothing flowers?”

you had only blinked at him in surprise while eijiro nearly choked trying not to laugh behind him.

three weeks later, an entire section behind the castle had been rebuilt into a massive enclosed garden dome solely for you.

it still stunned you every time you walked inside it.

the garden stood in sharp contrast against the rest of the scarlet region. while the castle outside remained dark and imposing beneath the shadow of the volcanic mountains, this place felt alive. warm sunlight filtered through the enormous glass ceiling overhead while vines climbed across iron arches and stone pillars. roses bloomed wildly beside scarlet tulips. thick green grass covered the ground in soft layers of fresh morning dew while winding stone paths led through clusters of flowers from both kingdoms alike.

there were lilies floating peacefully across the pond near the center while pale honeydew flowers curled along the edges of the pathways. rare scarlet region plants with dangerous beauty bloomed alongside the softer flowers from your homeland. some of them carried poisonous pollen. others only bloomed near volcanic heat. one of them opened only during nighttime beneath moonlight.

katsuki had apparently ordered every rare flower you ever mentioned brought there for you.

he still acted annoyed every single time you thanked him for it.

he complains first and acts later, you thought with quiet amusement. that seems to be his favorite way of loving people.

and strangely enough, being katsuki bakugo’s queen was easy.

that was the easy part.

your relationship with katsuki had changed slowly after the wedding, steady enough that you barely noticed it happening at first. he was still difficult. still loud, still aggressive and short-tempered and terrifying to almost everyone around him. he still snarled insults at people during council meetings. still barked at servants. still threatened generals when they annoyed him.

but somewhere between all of that, he had softened with you.

in his own way of course.

he visited your shared chambers nearly every day now regardless of how exhausted he was from ruling all morning. sometimes he stayed only for a few minutes before being called away again. other nights he practically collapsed onto the bed beside you with a growl under his breath while complaining about politics and “stupid old bastards wasting his damn time.”

you woke up beside him every morning now.

that alone still felt surreal some days.

every morning started the same way lately. katsuki waking up first because his body seemed physically incapable of sleeping past sunrise, then immediately dragging you closer against him before you could fully wake up yourself. there were mornings where you opened your eyes only to realize his face was buried against your neck while one arm remained locked tightly around your waist as if he thought you might disappear.

the first time it happened, you almost froze from shock. sure you and him have done lewd things to each other with his best friend, but when it came to domestic and soft moments like him cuddling into you… it was still a shock.

however, these days, it happens so often that it simply made warmth bloom quietly in your chest.

the two of you broke your fast together nearly every morning before duty eventually dragged him away. then once he begrudgingly left for council meetings, military discussions, war councils, and the endless responsibilities of ruling an entire kingdom, you spent your own mornings walking through the city alongside your ladies.

with protection… a ridiculous amount of protection.

that had been katsuki’s only condition.

you still remembered the argument clearly.

“you’re not walking around the city alone.” katsuki scoffed at you.

you rolled your eyes at him. “i would not be alone.”

“you know damn well what i mean. it’s no place for a queen to be walking around with peasants.” the tone in katsuki’s voice was final, the clank of his sword being tossed on the table following afterwards.

you walked towards him with a gentle caress of your hand on his back as you sighed, “my king, i simply wish to explore more of the region.”

katsuki turned to face you, his eyes not leaving yours. “and you can explore it with guards attached to your damn hips. you should be jumping in joy i even allowed you to parade around the city in the first place.”

and parade around the city you did.

sometimes katsuki himself accompanied you when his schedule allowed it. other times eijiro walked beside you instead along with your ladies and several trusted fighters from katsuki’s inner circle, usually sero and kaminari who somehow managed to turn even simple city visits into complete and utter chaos.

when eijiro was busy handling duties beside katsuki, sero and kaminari escorted you alone while constantly arguing with each other loudly enough to make your servants sigh in exhaustion.

you had first started visiting the city simply because you wanted to understand the kingdom you now ruled beside your husband. but over time, those visits became something far more important to you.

you visited schools, hospitals, smaller villages hidden near the mountain edges, and underdeveloped districts most nobles ignored entirely.

your mother taught you that a queen’s duty was to symbolize unity, and you found yourself clinging to those lessons stronger than ever here in the scarlet region. you listened to people, learned their customs, asked questions, and remembered names. you started bringing supplies during your visits. books for schools, medicine for healers, fabrics and blankets during colder weeks.

and slowly, people began warming to you. especially the common folk.

with your encouragement and constant persistence, katsuki eventually agreed to redirect more funding toward hospitals, roads, and schools in struggling areas throughout the region.

he complained the entire time.

loudly.

“you sound exactly like that damn nuisance deku,” katsuki snapped one evening while the two of you sat inside his chambers surrounded by paperwork. “that miserable wretch been nagging me for months about roads and hospitals.”

you calmly looked up from the documents in your lap. “that is because izuku is your political advisor, my love. advising you is quite literally his job.”

“the old geezers keep saying it’s a waste of money.”

“your councilmen,” you corrected carefully, “are not the ones struggling to survive harsh winters without proper roads or medicine.”

katsuki scowled at you from across the table. “we’re a military nation.”

“and military nations still require healthy citizens.” you met his eyes with an equal amount of challenge in them.

your husband merely clicked his tongue before sighing, “you’ve been spending too much damn time with deku.”

“perhaps because he is one of the only people in court willing to speak logically instead of politically.” you smiled softly at him.

katsuki’s eyes narrowed while yours remained calm.

then finally he groaned loudly before throwing his pen across the table. “you’re annoyingly fucking smart, wife.”

you smiled softly. “and yet you married me anyway.”

“wasn’t given much damn choice.”

“says the man who kisses me every morning as if i’m the air they breathe.”

“do i?”

“don’t you?”

katsuki glared while you tried very hard not to laugh.

then two weeks later, construction began on three new hospitals.

that was how katsuki loved.

loud complaints first, actions second.

you would mention something once, sometimes casually and without expectation, only for him to snap at you about how annoying you were being and how he had more important things to deal with as king.

then somehow days later exactly what you wanted would magically appear.

you once mentioned missing a specific emerald tea from your homeland. three days later crates arrived from the emerald empire.

you complained about the cold stone floors in your chambers. thick fur rugs appeared the next morning.

you quietly admired a necklace displayed by merchants during a city visit. katsuki tossed it onto your lap two nights later while growling at you not to “make a damn scene about it.”

being katsuki’s queen was easy.

being queen of the scarlet region, however, was not.

because despite the support from katsuki, eijiro, mitsuki, masaru, katsuki’s closest friends, his advisors, and the people you regularly visited throughout the kingdom, there was one group within the castle walls that refused to make your life easy.

the council.

or as katsuki so lovingly called them:

“the old geezers.”

katsuki’s council thought you were “a weak foreigner from a rich land who had been spoiled and bred to be sold off.”

the first time katsuki told you that, he had been sprawled lazily across the couch in your shared chambers after a long council meeting while you sat nearby brushing oils through your hair before bed.

the fire crackled softly inside the hearth while the cold winds outside rattled faintly against the stone walls of the castle, but inside the room was warm enough that katsuki had already discarded most of his upper layers, leaving him in nothing more than loose dark pants while scars and muscle stretched across his bare skin beneath the firelight.

he had sounded irritated when he said it. he was not hurt for you… he was angry. he was furious because apparently one of the councilmen had been dumb enough to say it loud enough for him to hear.

you, however, only blinked once before tilting your head slightly. then you shrugged. “well,” you said simply, “that is true for the most part.”

silence.

then katsuki barked out a sharp laugh so sudden it echoed through the room. “you seriously don’t give a damn, huh?”

you glanced at him through the mirror. “should i?”

“most people would probably cry or some shit.”

“they are not entirely wrong,” you answered honestly. “i am a weak princess from a rich and foreign land. i was spoiled by my family. and i was raised knowing i would one day marry for political gain.”

katsuki stared at you for a long moment after that. then his expression darkened, not toward you but toward your words.

you barely had time to set your brush down before he suddenly stood from the couch and walked toward you. his heavy steps echoed softly against the stone floor until he stopped directly in front of where you sat. then rough fingers grabbed your chin without warning, tilting your face upward until your eyes met his.

his vermillion eyes burned into yours intensely beneath the firelight. “quit saying your weak like it’s a damn fact,” he muttered.

you blinked softly at him, confused. “w-what?”

katsuki clicked his tongue in irritation before tightening his hold slightly, though never enough to hurt.

“i told you once already and i’ll say it again, so get it through your pretty little head,” he growled. “you crossed kingdoms and left behind every damn thing you’ve ever known to marry some bastard king you never met before without complaining once. you walked into a foreign court full of assholes who wanted you gone and still held your head high through all of it.”

his eyes narrowed sharply. “that alone makes you ten times stronger than those old bastards sitting in my council pretending they know shit about sacrifice.”

your breath caught slightly because katsuki rarely spoke like this… about what he felt and thought of you.

his thumb brushed briefly against your jaw before he scoffed and looked away as if annoyed by his own honesty. “damn woman,” he muttered under his breath. “always acting like you’re fragile when you’re tougher than half the idiots in this castle. you’re my wife for fucks sake. my wife is strong.”

my wife is strong.

warmth spread slowly through your chest at his words. because the strange thing about katsuki was that he always sounded angriest when he cared the most.

still, despite having katsuki himself defending you at every turn, it did not stop the whispers.

the whispers never truly stopped.

you heard them during court gatherings when nobles thought you were too far away to notice. you heard them during feasts, during parties, during political meetings. sometimes even from passing servants who quickly lowered their heads in fear once they realized you heard them.

you heard whispers that the only true benefit you brought the scarlet region was emerald trade from your homeland.

you heard whispers that katsuki should have married a noble woman born from the scarlet region itself instead of a foreign princess too soft for their brutal kingdom.

you heard comparisons constantly.

especially toward mitsuki.

katsuki’s mother had been born and raised within the scarlet region. she was loud and fierce and terrifying in a way that commanded attention instantly. even now, years after stepping down as queen, people still spoke about her with admiration.

she fit this kingdom naturally.

she belonged here.

meanwhile, you heard whispers saying you never truly would belong. despite mitsuki herself scoffing and reassuring you in her own motherly yet harsh way that you were the perfect woman for his son, it still didn’t stop.

and then there were the whispers about another woman entirely.

a noblewoman.

the daughter of general utsushimi.

you had never formally met her yourself, though you had seen glimpses of her during court gatherings. she was beautiful, poised, sharp-eyed, and most importantly, born from an old and respected scarlet lineage.

from what little you overheard, many members of the council had hoped katsuki would marry her long before your engagement treaty existed.

she was scarlet born.

powerful, familiar, and acceptable.

but your kingdom’s wealth and influence had outweighed all of that in the end. still, it did not stop tongues from wagging behind your back.

sometimes it exhausted you more than you cared to admit.

which was why you threw yourself into learning.

if they believed you weak and foreign, then you would learn everything you possibly could about the scarlet region until nobody could question your devotion to it.

you studied constantly during your free time. you studied history, ancient traditions, dragon lore, old scarlet dialects and forgotten languages, military customs, and political histories. you spent hours buried in books nearly every day, and unfortunately for you, katsuki had immediately insisted on helping teach you.

the problem was that katsuki was absolutely horrible at teaching.

“why are there so many different symbols for one word?” you asked one evening while staring down at an ancient scarlet text spread across the table.

katsuki looked over your shoulder once before shrugging. “tch. because there just are.”

you stared at him. “that does not explain anything.”

“what do you want me to say? old dead guys made the language complicated.” your husband snapped back at you.

“that is not helpful, katsuki.” you sighed.

katsuki rubbed his hand over his entire face, regretting his decision to teach you. “it makes sense in my head.”

“are you sure your head isn’t full of air?” you smirked, your eyes not leaving the pages as you rest katsuki’s glare on your face.

“watch your mouth before i make it give me head. that’s one head i’ll prove filled with something that isn’t air, princess.”

“katsuki!”

you can imagine how that lesson ended… with you glistening in sweat and the mixture of your own release and katsuki’s as he smirked down at you, licking his lips as he crawled over your bare body for another round being the insatiable beast that he was.

another time, katsuki attempted teaching you sword terminology used in old scarlet battle records and nearly lost his mind halfway through.

after you butchered reading one whole sentence confidently, katsuki stared at you for three long seconds before groaning loudly and dragging a hand down his face. “you’re giving me a damn headache.”

you looked at your husband offended. “you offered to teach me.” your arms crossed to your chest with a huff.

“yeah, well, i regret it.”

eijiro, on the other hand, was infinitely more patient.

he never snapped when you asked questions repeatedly. he explained things slowly and carefully while smiling the entire time, genuinely excited that you wanted to learn more about his culture.

sometimes the two of you studied together in the library for hours. other times he took you directly around the castle and city while teaching you through stories instead of books.

“okay, so many, many years ago, when dragons still roamed the skies, the scarlet region didn’t view them as beasts,” eijiro explained one afternoon while walking beside you through one of the outer courtyards. “they’re more like sacred companions. protectors.”

you looked up at him curiously. “and hybrids?”

he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “depends who you ask.”

you frowned slightly. “what does that mean?”

eijiro smiled softly. “some people think hybrids are blessings from the old dragon gods.” he paused briefly before shrugging. “other people think we’re dangerous.”

your gaze immediately softened. “that is foolish.”

eijiro blinked at you before laughing warmly. “see? that’s why i like you.”

another evening, he sat beside you in the library translating ancient scarlet phrases while you carefully repeated them back to him.

whenever your pronunciation stumbled slightly, eijiro would smile. “nah, that one sounded way better, sweetheart.”

you playfully glared at the hybrid, pointing your finger at him. “you are just lying to make me feel better, ei.”

“i would never.” eijrio gasped before placing a hand on his chest, appalled.

“you absolutely would.” you smirked at him, knowing he’s the type to make you feel better.

he laughed loudly enough that the librarian nearly fell of their seat.

just like katsuki’s your relationship with eijiro blossomed naturally after the wedding night.

while katsuki stood beside you like a shield against the world, loud and explosive and viciously protective, eijiro became your calm.

katsuki protected you openly while eijiro protected you quietly.

katsuki glared at people until they looked away from you in fear while eijiro distracted you before their words could hurt.

during long political dinners, whenever someone made some passive aggressive comment toward you, katsuki would threaten to kill them and physically would stare them down with a knife against their throat while eijiro would immediately start making ridiculous faces behind their backs until you nearly laughed into your drink.

sometimes eijiro told you stories about dragons solely because he knew how fascinated you were by them. sometimes he simply sat beside you in silence when he sensed you were overwhelmed.

they made the scarlet region feel less lonely, less cold. and somewhere along the way, you realized how lucky you truly were.

because despite the whispers and judgment and pressure surrounding you constantly, you were still cared for in every possible way by both of them.

katsuki made you feel protected.

eijiro made you feel understood.

together, they made everything easier. even being queen.

they loved you unconditionally as well, and that realization had slowly settled itself into your chest over the last few months like warmth spreading through frozen skin.

it had not happened all at once. there was no grand declaration beneath moonlight and no dramatic confession spoken before witnesses.

the three of you existed in this strange and delicate space together where nothing had ever been officially spoken aloud, yet somehow everything had already been understood.

despite being married to katsuki, despite sharing his bed and carrying his name and standing beside him on the throne before the entire scarlet region, the relationship between the three of you still remained unnamed.

there were no titles attached to it. no discussions defining boundaries or expectations. and yet the understanding between all three of you existed naturally, so deeply rooted that none of you questioned it anymore.

words were rarely needed between the three of you now.

you knew katsuki cared whenever he silently moved his weapons away from your side of the bed because he hated the idea of you accidentally hurting yourself on one of his blades in the middle of the night. you knew eijiro cared whenever he unfolded his wings around you during colder evenings while pretending it was simply because he was comfortable that way. they knew you cared through the small things too, through the way you always waited for them before eating dinner whenever they returned late from duties, through the way your hands instinctively reached for them both whenever one stood close enough.

it had become second nature.

dangerously natural.

sometimes you wondered if the court noticed how obvious it truly was. then again, judging by the looks some of them gave the three of you during gatherings, they absolutely did.

still, neither katsuki nor eijiro seemed to care.

katsuki especially did not care. if anything, the dragon king only grew more possessive over time.

there were moments where it became almost impossible to ignore the tension that existed between the three of you, moments where the air felt heavier whenever you were all alone together behind closed doors.

the scarlet region had always been rougher by nature, more passionate and physical and shameless compared to the composed restraint you were raised around, and somewhere along the way you had slowly begun adapting to it.

or perhaps adapting to them.

because the three of you were insatiable when it came to each other. the vast royal chambers became your private world, a stage for an endless dance of desire.

the worst part was that neither of them ever looked guilty about any of it.

especially katsuki.

the king carried desire like something natural and unapologetic. if he wanted your attention, he took it. if he wanted you close, he dragged you into his lap without caring who might be watching. he treated affection with the same intensity he treated everything else in life, aggressively and without restraint.

eijiro at least attempted to behave sometimes.

it could begin with a simple touch. katsuki’s hand brushing yours as he passed you a document, the spark igniting something that would lead to him pushing you against the wall of his study within minutes, his mouth hungry on yours while eijiro watched with a quiet, approving smile from the doorway before joining.

or it could be a lazy afternoon where eijiro would nuzzle at your neck while you read, his hands roaming until you dropped the book entirely, surrendering to the slow, thorough worship he offered, only for katsuki to return and see the scene, his possessive growl adding a new, sharper edge to the intimacy.

there was no schedule, no predictable time. desire was a constant, low hum in the background of your life, ready to flare into a roaring blaze at any moment.

you, the refined princess from a land of order, sometimes prided yourself on your control.

you were the calm center in their storm.

you liked to give both of them a hard time, a playful scolding that was really just another form of affection.

when katsuki’s hands would find you too insistently during a serious conversation, you would push him away with a stern, “we are discussing grain yields from the eastern provinces, your majesty. your hands have their own duties elsewhere.”

he would smirk, that infuriating, knowing smirk, and lean back, but his eyes would promise retribution later.

when eijiro’s constant, warm presence became too distracting, his tail curling around your ankle under the table, his head resting on your lap demanding attention like a large, affectionate beast, you would sigh and say, “eiji, must you? i am trying to write a letter.”

he would just blink his crimson eyes slowly and nuzzle closer, his silent persistence winning every time.

it was, you often thought with a private smile, shocking how eijiro often exhibited more restraint.

he was the hybrid, the one whose very biology included cycles of intense, driving heat that could, according to studies, make even the most disciplined warriors lose their minds.

yet it was katsuki, the human king with the title and the will, who was often the most uncontrollable. his philosophy was simple: “i am king. i get what i want.” and what he wanted, most fervently and frequently, was you.

he saw no reason to delay or hide his desire. a look, a thought, and he would act upon it, dragging you away from whatever you were doing with a growled, “now.”

not that you complained.

his lack of control was a thrilling storm you willingly stepped into, a proof of his obsession that warmed you in a way no polite, restrained affection from your old life ever could.

eijiro’s control was different; he was holding back a vast power so it wouldn’t overwhelm you, but you could always feel its immense strength waiting beneath the calm surface.

and the second his control snaps… his passion rivals even katsuki’s

in fact, you lost count of the times. the number of encounters, the variations of debauchery, blurred together into a continuous, heated tapestry of your new life. it was not a single act repeated, but a spectrum of intimacy that shifted with the mood, the time, and the need.

sometimes, it was just you and eijiro.

with katsuki’s duties as king often pulling him away for hours, even days, into meetings and disputes, he had, with a gruff sort of consideration, implicitly placed it upon eijiro to be your comfort.

it was an unspoken decree: when you were needy, when the vastness of the castle felt cold, eijiro was your solace.

and despite acting like you have the moral high ground, you were often needy.

the growing, fierce possessiveness katsuki felt for you did nothing to diminish the dark, twisted heat that coiled in his gut.

in fact, it seemed to fuel it.

you knew, with a thrilling certainty, that during some of his most tedious council sessions, his mind would wander. he would picture it—you, bent over the desk in your solar, perhaps, with eijiro behind you, his powerful body moving against yours.

the thought would make his blood burn in pleasure, and he would return to you with a barely-contained ferocity.

katsuki could never deny you anything. you were his queen, his wife. you got everything you wanted whether you asked for it or not. and if the need was a different kind, a physical ache that made you restless, he saw to that too, either personally or by ensuring eijiro was there to sate you.

he might grumble about your distracting influence, but the second you expressed a want, it was yours.

sometimes, that was how you found yourself in the most wonderfully compromising positions with eijiro.

like the afternoon you were supposed to be studying the complex lineages of the scarlet noble houses.

eijiro, ever patient, was helping you, his deep voice a calm murmur as he explained alliances and blood feuds. you were distracted, though, watching the way the late sunlight caught the red of his hair, the focused line of his brow, the gentle curve of his mouth as he spoke. something primal and warm pressed inside you, an urge too strong to ignore.

you pounced on him.

that was an hour ago.

now, the parchments and books were scattered across the floor of your chambers, casualties of your sudden attack. you were on your back on the heavy oak table, sweat making your skin gleam under the candlelight, the scent of your shared release thick in the air.

eijiro was still moving inside you, his thrusts deep and relentless, his body a solid weight above you. you dug your nails into the hard planes of his back, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him to you as if you could fuse your bodies together. behind him, his leathery wings, usually kept tucked away, were partially unfurled, trembling with the force of his movements.

the room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of your joining, a steady plap plap plap that was obscenely loud in the quiet chamber. mixed with it were your breathy moans and his low, rumbling groans that vibrated through his chest into yours.

“so perfect,” eijiro growled, his voice rough with exertion. he lowered his head to capture your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your whimpers. “you feel so good, sweetheart. so tight and warm f’me.” he broke the kiss to trail his lips down your jaw to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “could stay inside you forever.”

“ngh—eijiro,” you gasped, arching your back as he hit a spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. “d-don’t stop… please.”

“never,” he promised against your skin, his pace increasing slightly. the table creaked in protest beneath you. “gonna make you cum again. gonna feel you squeeze me dry.”

then there were the times with katsuki, which were a different force of nature entirely.

it had become a force of habit for him.

he would stride out of a stressful war council, his expression thunderous, the air around him crackling with suppressed violence, and he would come straight for you.

he would fuck that frustration, that coiled aggression, out of his system using your body. sometimes he had the decency to drag you to your shared chambers, pushing you onto the bed before his belt was even undone.

but not always.

there was one memorable time in a secluded alcove off a main corridor.

you were passing by, minding your own business, when a strong arm shot out and yanked you into the shadowy recess. you were pressed against the cold stone wall before you could gasp, one of your legs hitched over his hip as he freed himself and pushed into you with a single, forceful thrust.

“shh, my love,” he had chuckled against your ear, his breath hot as he began a brutal, fast pace. his own frustration lent a rough edge to his movements.

“k-kats—oh, fffuuuck. they’ll hear…” you tried to stifle your moans, biting your lip until you tasted blood.

katsuki’s chuckle deepened, darkly amused. “then i guess you better keep quiet f’me, huh. dirty fucking girl.”

every time he opened his mouth it was a constant stream of filth as he drove into you. “that’s it… take it. take all this fucking frustration from me. my perfect little toy.”

the sounds were raw, the slap of skin against skin, his ragged grunts, your choked-off cries muffled against his shoulder. he came with a harsh groan, spilling inside you before pulling out and adjusting his clothes, leaving you trembling and disheveled against the wall with a final, possessive squeeze to your thigh and wink in amusement.

but the throne room incident was perhaps the most brazen.

katsuki had summoned you after dismissing everyone else, the echoes of his furious shouts still hanging in the vast, empty hall. you had heard he’d threatened to kill every lord present after a disastrous meeting.

you mentally thanked whatever gods listened that he’d cleared the room, because what followed was a spectacle of pure, unadulterated sin.

katsuki was seated on the massive obsidian throne, still clad in his formal robes which were undone and parted.

the second you arrived he pulled you onto his lap and without ceremony, positioned you over him and guided himself inside. then he leaned back, his arms settling on your hips with a firm grip, and let you do the workk. he looked up at you, his crimson eyes blazing with a mix of fury and lust as you bounced up and down on his huge cock.

your dress was undone, your corset hanging half-off, your breasts spilling over the top and covered in fresh bites and red marks from earlier. the sound of your bodies meeting filled the silent throne room; the sharp slap of skin, the wet slide, your combined moans and groans.

“mm’fuck, my king—oh! feel s’big in me, baby.” trusting him completely, you let go of his shoulders and leaned back further, arching until your back met his knees, using the leverage to ride him harder, trusting his strong hands on your hips to keep you from falling.

“look at you,” he growled, his head thrown back as he moaned. “my queen. bouncing on my cock in my throne room. so fucking dirty.” his hands gripped you tighter, sure to leave bruises. “beg for it. i wanna hear you beg for your king’s cock.”

“katsuki!” you cried out, your voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. you’d lost all decorum, not caring about the knights you knew were stationed right outside the heavy doors. “your so big… you feel s-so—fuck nghh, so good… please, please don’t stop! i want it all in me.”

your husband growled, the sound full of feral prid. “that’s it, princess. scream for me. let them all know who you belong to.” he thrust up to meet you, pounding into you with renewed vigor. “who makes you feel this good? huh?”

“you! only you, k-katsuki!” you sobbed, the coil within you winding impossibly tight.

“damn fucking right,” he grunted, before his own release took him, his roar of completion mingling with your scream as you shattered around him.

you loved those moments with each of them individually—the tender ferocity with eijiro, the stormy possession with katsuki. but you loved it most when it was the three of you together.

like right now.

you were in your bath late at night, submerged in warm, scented water up to your shoulders, finally alone after dismissing your attendants. you had wanted solitude, and as it turned out, you were right to have sent them away because the door to the bathing chamber opened without ceremony a few minutes later, and katsuki and eijiro walked in, fresh from a night hunt, their clothes smelling of cold air and forest.

the second their eyes landed on you, bare and relaxed in the water, and the intent was clear.

that was how you found yourself moments later, perched on eijiro’s lap as he sat on the submerged stone bench, his thick cock buried deep inside you. katsuki was behind you in the water, his chest pressed to your back, one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady, the other hand guiding himself to your other entrance. with a slow push, he filled you from behind, making you cry out at the overwhelming stretch.

the room was suddenly full of sound. your overlapping moans and whimpers. katsuki’s low grunts and eijiro’s deeper groans. the wet, rhythmic slaps of skin meeting skin, amplified by the water. the loud sloshing as your combined movements displaced great waves of bathwater over the side of the large tub, pooling on the floor.

the bath was nearly half-empty by the time they found their rhythm—you grinding down on eijiro as he thrust up into you, while katsuki pounded into you from behind, his hand coming up to curl around your throat, not squeezing, just holding you in place against him.

“ah, mhgk fuck me… s-so full,” you babbled, your head lolling back against katsuki’s shoulder. “eijiro… katsuki… please…”

“taking us both so well,” eijiro groaned, his hands gripping your hips under the water, helping you move. his face was buried in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “our perfect girl.”

katsuki’s mouth was at your ear, his words a hot, dirty promise. “feel that? both of us—hah, oh, f-fuck—filling you up. stretching our queen out.” he punctuated his words with a sharp thrust that made you see stars. “gonna be dripping with us for a damn week.”

the sensation was too much and not enough all at once. you were split open, claimed completely, caught between their two powerful bodies. the water churned around you, sloshing violently with every drive of their hips.

“katsuki, baby… i-i can’t… it’s too much…” you whimpered, even as you pushed back against him.

“yes you fucking can,” he growled, his hand tightening slightly on your throat. “you take what we give you. come on. you’re a good girl, right? yeah? come undone for us, baby.”

you arch your back, gasping, “ahh, s-shit, so good to me—right there… mmhgh fuck me harder right there”, the water shook with the force, your juices mixing as katsuki drives you to another peak, his grunts growing louder, “take it all, you dirty fucking girl—ahh, fuck!”

eijiro shifted his angle, hitting a spot that made you whine and throw your head back in sheer pleasure. “right there! right there! m’gonna f-fucking cum—oh, baby… there… there.”

“do it, sweet girl,” eijiro urged, his voice strained. “let go. we’ve got you.”

the pressure broke. your orgasm ripped through you like a lightning strike, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your body convulsed around them both. “ah, hah! nghh, fuck.”

your climax triggered theirs. eijiro came first with a guttural roar, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself deep inside you. “gods fucking damn, baby—oh, s-shit.”

“take it. fucking take my cum. yeah, fuck just like that.” the feel of him pulsing pushed katsuki over the edge mere seconds later; he slammed into you one final time with a choked shout, his release joining eijiro’s as he bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulder.

for a long time, the only sounds were the lapping of the water and your ragged breathing mixed with theirs. they held you between them, keeping you afloat in the wrecked tub, until the last tremors subsided.

for a region known for being rough and barbaric, they seemed surprisingly tolerant of your closeness with eijiro despite the fact that you were a married woman and the queen of the scarlet region.

at first, that had confused you.

then again, the scarlet region confused you in many ways.

the people here could spend an afternoon watching two men beat each other bloody for entertainment and then spend the evening discussing over drinks as if nothing happened. they could solve disagreements with their fists one moment and speak openly about personal freedoms the next. every time you thought you understood the culture, it found a new way to surprise you.

you had expected far more resistance regarding eijiro.

instead, most people barely seemed to care.

during your months living here, you had learned that polygamy and polyamory were not uncommon throughout the scarlet region.

they were not necessarily practiced by everyone, but neither were they considered scandalous. nobles took multiple spouses. warriors maintained lifelong bonds with more than one partner. even some former rulers had openly shared their lives with multiple companions.

it was somewhat shocking.

for a kingdom constantly described by outsiders as savage and uncivilized, they were surprisingly progressive in certain matters.

yet somehow they still could not stand an emerald kingdom princess being their queen.

figures.

a king having multiple wives was seen as a display of strength.

a nobleman keeping several lovers was considered proof of wealth and status.

yet a foreign queen speaking during political discussions was apparently enough to send half the council into cardiac arrest.

the hypocrisy frustrated you beyond belief.

you felt free and caged at the same time.

the scarlet region allowed you liberties that would have made some emerald nobles faint. you rode through cities. you visited villages. you spoke with commoners. you made suggestions regarding infrastructure and education.

yet the moment you stepped into certain political spaces, some men suddenly remembered that you were a woman.

a foreign woman at that.

which somehow made everything worse in their eyes.

technically, you were not even allowed inside council meetings. officially.

unofficially, katsuki had made his position abundantly clear.

if you wished to sit in council chambers, you sat in council chambers. if you wished to listen, you listened. if you wished to speak, then you spoke. and if anyone had a problem with it, they could take it up with their king.

few were foolish enough to do so directly while many were foolish enough to do so indirectly.

one afternoon, you found yourself seated beside katsuki's throne while a council session dragged on for what felt like hours. maps were spread across a long table. military reports covered nearly every surface. several elderly councilmen argued about trade routes while you quietly read through a stack of regional reports.

the discussion had nothing to do with you.

until one of the older councilmen, the master of coin, suddenly glanced your way. his expression remained polite, but his tone did not.

“with all due respect,” he began, stroking his beard thoughtfully, “perhaps matters of state would proceed more efficiently without unnecessary distractions.”

the room immediately became quieter.

you already knew who he meant.

you calmly set down the parchment in your hands. “if you are referring to me, lord councilman, you may simply use my name.”

the man offered a thin smile. “of course, your majesty. i merely meant that military discussions can become difficult for those… unfamiliar with warfare.”

you smiled politely. “then it is fortunate i am here to learn.”

a few men coughed into their hands while others looked away.

the master of coin continued. “some lessons are perhaps better left to those suited for them. it’s not suited for a queen.”

the implication was obvious. you were a woman, unqualified to weigh in the problem of men. you were a foreigner who is unqualified to discuss matters of lands that weren’t your own. you were a queen unqualified to speak about matters for a king.

you had heard it all before.

before you could respond, a sharp crack echoed through the chamber making everyone present jump.

katsuki had slammed his fist against the armrest of his throne hard enough to splinter wood.

silence immediately followed.

pure silence.

the dragon king slowly leaned forward, his sharp vermillion eyes locked onto the councilman. “say what you mean, old man.”

the older man's face paled. “my king, i only meant–”

“no. say it.” katsuki’s voice dropped lower, more dangerous. “say exactly what you mean.”

the master of coin swallowed, beads of sweat trickling from his forehead as he tried to find the words.

meanwhile, nobody else moved, nobody breathed. you were quietly eyeing your husband, already used to his protective nature towards you. and you didn’t do anything but keep composure and watch. you had told katsuki a number of times that you were capable of defending yourself, but he loved the thrill of screaming and threatening people, especially his council. you can’t deprive him of that, so you let him.

katsuki stood up from his seat as he eyed every single one of them, the entire room seemed to shrink around him. “if you've got enough courage to insult my wife in front of me, then finish the damn sentence.”

“my king, i-i was only voicing m-my concern o-on…”

“fucking spit it out!” kastuki yelled as he threw the goblet of ale that was on the table against the wall. the councilman visibly trembled and flinch as the glass chatters from the impact.

katsuki scoffed. “tch. that's what i thought.” he descended the few steps leading from his throne. he moved slowly. so slow and deliberate like a predator hunting his prey.

everyone watched him approach, trying to predict his next move and praying at the same time he doesn’t kill them right now.

“you old bastards spend more time complaining about my queen than doing your actual jobs.” katsuki began.

the silence in the room was deafening.

“you wanna know what's funny?” his grin was vicious. “she's smarter than half the people sitting in this room.”

still silence.

katsuki turned his head to look at you, smirking as you watched him. you were always so prim and proper. “hell, she's kinder than all of you combined.” then his gaze swept across the table. “if she wanted a position in my council, i'd give yours to her in a heartbeat.”

several men nearly choked at the threat of their jobs while your eyes widened at that declaration.

my husband is so hot.

katsuki pointed directly at the councilman. “you should be grateful she's nice. if i had her patience, you'd all still annoy the fuck outta me.”

a nervous laugh escaped someone before immediately dying.

katsuki continued, his eyes hardening. “you old fuckers don't get to decide when my wife talks. you don't get to decide where she sits.” he took another step forward. “and you sure as hell don't get to decide what she's capable of.”

the councilman lowered his head, so low you were sure that he is bleeding from hitting the floor. “m-my apologies, your majesty. i understand. i spoke out of turn. i-i will never make that mistake again.”

“tch.” katsuki rolled his eyes before turning away, making his way back to you where he placed a kiss on your forehead. “next time, keep your opinions where they belong.” he glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “buried… like you would be if you didn’t.”

the meeting moved on shortly afterward and nobody mentioned the subject again.

at least not that day.

unfortunately, the tension surrounding your position extended beyond the council itself. because there was a far larger problem looming over the scarlet region.

“the unseen.”

their name alone had become enough to make entire villages uneasy. they were extremists. revolutionaries. terrorists, anti-royals, depending on who was speaking.

they rejected every monarchy across every kingdom. they claimed rulers oppressed ordinary people while they preached equality, freedom, and revolution.

yet wherever they appeared, violence followed.

they recruited only through fear. through blood and through murder.

and recently, their attention had become focused on you and katsuki.

the threats started shortly after your wedding. at first they were letters, anonymous warnings, or messages left outside military posts. the threats were always directed toward the crown.

then shortly after, people started dying.

innocent people. farmers, merchants, travelers, and most especially supporters of the monarchy.

bodies began appearing across the region. some were stabbed to death, some beaten until they were unrecognizable, some throats were slit, there was even an instance where a whole family was poisoned. and found beside them, messages written in blood.

“death to the king and queen. death to the royals.”

the words spread fear through every province. families became terrified. some supporters of the crown publicly denounced the monarchy simply because they feared becoming the next victims.

the unseen wanted fear. they wanted people to join their cause and revolt against the royals. and they were getting it.

because the truth was simple.

you and katsuki together represented everything they hated.

separately, the emerald kingdom and scarlet region were already the most powerful nations in existence. while the emerald kingdom possessed enormous wealth, resourcesi, and influence, the scarlet region possessed unmatched military strength.

for thousands of years, both powers had existed independently. and for the first time they were united.

your marriage changed everything.

the treaty strengthened both kingdoms. more wealth flowed into the scarlet region. more military support strengthened the emerald kingdom.

together, you and katsuki represented an alliance powerful enough to reshape the balance of the entire continent.

that made you dangerous and it also made you targets.

which was why katsuki had been trapped in endless war meetings for weeks. and unfortunately, some members of the council still found ways to blame you.

one evening, during another council session, a particularly vocal general spoke. “if the marriage had never occurred, perhaps the unseen would not be so interested in us.”

another councilman, tge master of coin… again, nodded, more bold now that everyone was seeing the danger of your presence. “the emerald kingdom has been their preferred target for years. now they have turned to us as their prime target. we cannot afford to waste our resources on a group like the unseen.”

a third voice added quietly, “perhaps general utsushimi's daughter would have been the wiser choice as a wife for our king.”

the room was filled with agreements immediately.

“lady utsushimi is scarlet born.”

“she understands our customs.”

“a union within the region would have prevented—”

“prevented what?” katsuki’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

every man froze as if they have they have forgotten he was there because of how passionate they were being with their discussion. as if their king hasn’t spared them one too many times regarding this matter.

the king slowly rose from his throne. he has been quietly listening to their discussion, waiting, wanting to give him a reason. pure fury radiated from him. “who exactly do you idiots think the unseen were targeting next?”

not one answer came.

katsuki laughed and it was not a pleasant sound to hear at a situation like this. “the scarlet region!” he yelled as his fist slammed onto the table so hard that everyone swore they saw a dent. the maps jumped, bottles rattled, and people flinched. “those motherfucking assholes were coming after us regardless! you hear me?!”

there was only silence as the men in the council dropped their heads, their eyes focused on their hands or laps or the table, anything but make eye contact with the dragon king.

“you call yourselves strategists.” katsuki said as he took other step forward, his voice rising. “you call yourselves war advisors. but every damn meeting turns into a way to complain about my wife.”

no one dared interrupt him, not when he was so close to chopping someone’s head of right then and there. the councilmen visibly shrank beneath his glare.

“you never talk about battle plans,” katsuki’s eyes blazed as he took another step, stalking and eyeing the entire table. “you never talk about troop movements. you never talk about strategy. the only one discussing actual warfare in this room is me, eijiro, that damn idiot deku has been useful as well. oh, and you know how else? my wife!”

no one argued. no one could because despite everything they have against you, most of katsuki’s strategies were advised by you, eijiro, and izuku.

katsuki pointed toward the doors. “anyone who opens their mouth about my wife again can volunteer themselves as a gift to the unseen.”

the room collectively paled.

katsuki’s grin became terrifying as he chuckled, “or maybe i’ll have eijiro turn into a dragon and eat you fuckers alive.”

everyone looked genuinely horrified now because they knew that he meant everything.

beside the throne, eijiro stood perfectly still. there was none of his usual easy smile and none of his warmth. his expression remained calm and cold as he listened the entire time fighting the urge to incinerate the entire room.

his crimson eyes swept across the council then he inclined his head slightly toward his king. “i would do anything you desire, my king.”

katsuki's gaze swept slowly across the council chamber, unhurried, until it settled on one man in particular.

the silence hanging over the room did not feel peaceful. it felt tense, brittle, as though the entire chamber was waiting for something to break. every councilman seated around the long table could feel it. they could feel the pressure building with every passing second beneath the king's unwavering stare.

his vermillion eyes locked onto the master of coin.

the same man. the exact same man who had stood in this very chamber weeks ago and questioned whether the queen belonged anywhere near the king's council. the same man who had already received a warning. the same man who had apparently convinced himself that a warning from katsuki bakugo was something that could be ignored and forgotten.

for several long seconds, katsuki simply stared at him before he spoke. “you.”

several heads immediately lifted. confused glances spread across the table as a handful of councilmen looked around, uncertain who exactly the king was addressing.

the master of coin, however, had no such confusion. the little color remaining in his face drained away almost instantly. his fingers tightened around the edge of the table, and his shoulders went rigid beneath his robes. because katsuki's eyes never left him.

not once.

“y-your majesty?” the older man managed weakly.

a slow grin pulled at the corner of katsuki's mouth. it was not a pleasant expression. if anything, it made the master of coin look even more frightened.

without another word, katsuki began walking toward him. his boots echoed against the stone floor, each step seeming louder than the last inside the suffocating silence. nobody spoke or moved. every eye in the room followed him as he crossed the chamber.

when he reached the master of coin's chair, he stopped. then, with one sharp motion, he grabbed the back of it and spun it around. the wood groaned violently, the chair legs scraping across the stone floor.

the older man let out a startled whimper as he was suddenly forced to face the king directly.

katsuki looked like he was enjoying every second of it. he planted one hand against the side of the chair and leaned forward slightly. his shadow fell across the older man completely, swallowing him beneath it. with the hard set of his jaw and the fury burning behind his eyes, his glare could have rivaled a dragon's.

“do you remember what i told you the last time you insulted my wife?”

the master of coin swallowed hard, his eyes immediately darted away toward the table, toward the floor, toward literally anywhere that was not the king standing over him.

it was another mistake.

katsuki's hand shot out instantly. his fingers wrapped around the man's chin with bruising force. the older man hissed through his teeth as katsuki jerked his face upward, forcing him to meet his gaze. “look at your king when he's talking to you.” the command came out low and sharp.

the older man's eyes immediately watered, his face twisted with pain as katsuki squeezed harder, not letting go. “tell me what i told you, old man,” he growled.

the master of coin visibly trembled beneath his grip. “y-you said to keep my opinions where they belong, m-my king.”

“and where do they belong again? remind me.” katsuki tested him.

“b-buried, my king.”

around the table, several councilmen shifted uncomfortably in their seats. they remembered the previous meeting very clearly. unfortunately for them, so did katsuki.

“and did you?” katsuki asked quietly. “keep your worthless opinions buried, huh?” his eyes briefly flicked upward only for a second. only long enough to meet eijiro's gaze across the room. then they returned immediately to the terrified man before him.

“n-no, i didn't, my king.” the man whimpered.

“no, you didn't,” katsuki repeated. “funny thing about that.”

the master of coin's breathing grew increasingly uneven as katsuki continued staring at him. “what did i say would happen if you didn't listen to me?”

behind the chair, eijiro finally moved slowly and patiently like a predator circling prey.

several councilmen physically flinched at the sight.

farther down the table, izuku looked increasingly concerned. since he usually handled smaller meetings with katsuki, eijiro, and the queen, he had not actually witnessed the previous confrontation. judging by the panic spreading around the chamber, he was beginning to realize he had missed something important.

“m-my king... please...” the older man's voice cracked as tears had begun gathering in his eyes.

katsuki's expression did not change. “what happened?” he asked, his tone sarcastic. “you were so damn good at remembering everything else, but this tiny little thing slipped your mind?”

the older man opened his mouth, but before he could answer, katsuki's voice exploded through the chamber. “what did i tell you would happen if you didn't listen to me, old man?!”

the master of coin nearly jumped out of his skin. “i'd be buried!” he cried. “y-you said i'd be buried like how my opinions should be! p-please, m-my king! i won't do it again! i promise!” he slid from his chair onto his knees.

gone was the image of a respected council member. now he looked like a man desperately trying to outrun a fate that had already caught him.

katsuki stared down at him then he laughed. the sound was dark enough that several councilmen immediately looked away. “really?” he asked. “that's interesting.” he crouched slightly until they were nearly eye level. “do you remember something else?”

the man shook his frantically.

katsuki's grin widened. “you don’t remember saying the exact same thing the last time?”

the older man froze at the reminder of how he apologized the same way, just like how he promised he wouldn’t repeat his mistakes again.

“because i do,” katsuki said quietly, his eyes narrowing. “i remember every damn word. you promised me you wouldn't do it again. you swore you'd learned your lesson.”

“please...”

“and now look at you.” katsuki slowly shook his head. “i hate liars.”

the words landed heavily in the room.

“i hate pathetic cowards. and i really hate people who think i'm joking, people who don’t take me seriously.”

nobody at the table dared move.

katsuki slowly turned his gaze toward the rest of the chamber. “as king, i'm a man of my word. that's the problem with all of you old bastards. you hear a threat and decide it's my wife’s fault. you hear a warning and instead of planning, you gossip about how it's my wife fault.” his eyes hardened. “you think eventually i'll get tired. you think eventually i'll be lenient instead of addressing the actual problem.”

the tension in the room was so thick it was suffocating.

“you old farts keep testing me,” he continued. “and every damn time, you act surprised when i follow through.”

by now, the master of coin was openly crying. “my king, please. i have children. i have grandchildren. please.”

katsuki looked entirely unimpressed. “congratulations your dick worked.”

the older man sobbed harder as he kneeled in front of the dragon king. “mercy, your majesty! mercy!”

“wrong king for that.” katsuki reached forward, one hand settled against each side of the man's head.

the councilman immediately began struggling. “p-please!” he cried. “please, my king! i’m beg you!”

katsuki's cold and terrifying grin returned. “I know.” then he twisted, the crack echoed through the chamber. it was shark and sickening. and just like the body went limp..

a few councilmen gasped. one covered his mouth. another turned away completely.

the lifeless body toppled backward, but before it could hit the floor, eijiro caught it effortlessly. the dragon hybrid glanced down at the corpse in his arms.

“you can have him for dinner,” katsuki grumbled as he turned away.

eijiro looked mildly offended. “i don't eat wrinkly old men, katsuki.”

“tch.” katsuki waved a dismissive hand. “you're more picky than my wife. then throw him out for the wolves.”

“as you wish.” without another word, eijiro hoisted the body over one shoulder and headed toward the doors. nobody tried stopping him. nobody even looked at him for very long. the heavy doors shut behind him, and somehow the room became even quieter than before.

katsuki immediately rounded on another target. “deku!”

izuku nearly jumped out of his seat, looking up from the scroll he was busy reading. “yes, kaachan?”

the familiar childhood nickname made katsuki visibly roll his eyes. “do the Iidas still have that son?”

izuku blinked. “which son?”

“the one our age.”

understanding immediately crossed izuku's face. “ah. tenya iida of the iida clan. they’re one of the most respected noble houses in the eastern provinces. he studied finance, administration, military logistics and—”

“yeah, yeah. i didn’t ask for a damn history lesson.” katsuki cut him off with an impatient wave. “send a raven.”

izuku tilted his head. “a raven?”

“are you an echo?! yes a damn raven,” katsuki glared at his advisor. “tell him there's a seat open on my council.”

the room froze. several councilmen immediately understood exactly which seat he meant. one of the older councilmen, the master of ships this time, leaned forward hurriedly. “my king, if i may.”

katsuki already looked annoyed.

“the queen possesses remarkable intelligence,” the man began quickly. “she has displayed excellent judgment regarding regional investments and public works. frankly, she would make an outstanding mistress of coin.”

several councilmen nodded far too eagerly.

katsuki clicked his tongue, seeing right through them. “nice try.”

the master of ships visibly wilted. “your majesty?”

“you think kissing my ass is gonna get you back in my good graces?” katsuki scoffed.

“n-no, my king.”

“everything you said about my wife just now is true.” katsuki leaned back slightly. “she is smart. she'd definitely do the job better than half of you. but she's my queen. and she's a hell of a lot more than a mistress of coin.”

the room remained silent at the declaration whilst katsuki’s expression hardened. “she doesn't want the position, and i'm not giving her a job she never asked for.” then he looked back at izuku. “send the letter.”

“yes, i'll do that, kaachan,” izuku replied immediately.

katsuki's gaze slowly swept across the remaining councilmen. fear stared back at him from nearly every seat.

good. maybe now they were finally paying attention.

“If any of you decide to try me again,” he said casually, “then maybe it's time i start replacing the rest of you old geezers too.”

nobody reacted. they merely hoped that they didn’t lose their high-ranking job, better yet their lives.

katsuki watched the fear settle deeper into their faces. then he smirked. “i guess time will tell, right?” he pushed himself away from the throne since meeting was clearly over in his mind. “you're dismissed. i need to see my wife.”

the councilmen practically scrambled to their feet, bowing their heads down as katsuki sauntered out the room, he had already lost interest in them.

and unlike the council, you were someone he actually wanted to spend his time on.

after the death of the master of coin, your position within the scarlet region was no longer openly questioned, and no one dared to challenge your right to stand beside the king or question your place within the castle.

even the repeated doubts about whether katsuki bakugo's wife belonged at his side had faded into silence, because it turned out that watching the king personally make an example out of someone was remarkably effective, and the council had quickly learned where the line was drawn.

the whispers became quieter, the complaints became rarer, and even those who once spoke boldly now measured their words carefully.

unfortunately the unseen did not care about any of it, and if anything, the growing acceptance of your position only seemed to deepen their hostility toward you.

being the daughter of the king and queen of the emerald empire already made you important in a way few people could ever understand, but being the wife of the king of the scarlet region elevated that importance even further, and together those titles turned you into something rare in the world, a political bridge between two powerful kingdoms and a living symbol of alliance, a rare gem among the rest, quite literally, and you learned that truth in the hardest way possible.

it happened late one night when the castle had already fallen quiet under the weight of darkness, with most servants and nobles asleep and even the halls themselves softened by silence broken only by distant echoes and the flicker of torchlight along stone walls.

you had spent the entire day waiting for katsuki, which was becoming more common lately as the unseen grew bolder and the king's responsibilities increased with war meetings, security discussions, and reports from every province, along with letters from neighboring kingdoms and strategy sessions that stretched deep into the night.

sometimes he would leave before sunrise and return long after midnight, and sometimes he returned so exhausted that he barely made it into bed before falling asleep beside you.

but tonight he had not returned at all.

you had waited for him, one of your attendants even offered to call for him on you behalf before sleep eventually claimed you. you woke hours later to find his side of the bed still empty, and the sight immediately pulled the last remnants of sleep from your mind as you sat up slowly and stared at the untouched sheets beside you.

there was nothing there, only cold emptiness, and a small frown tugged at your lips as you thought quietly to yourself that he was still working.

the thought made you sigh as you pushed the blankets aside and slipped from the bed, deciding perhaps he needed a reminder that kings also needed rest, or perhaps you simply missed him more than you wanted to admit.

you wrapped a robe around your shoulders before stepping into the hallway. the corridors outside your chambers were unusually quiet, with no servants moving through them and no knights stationed outside your door despite the fact that katsuki always insisted on it, especially after the unseen began targeting them.

the absence of the guard made you pause for a moment as you frowned slightly, finding it strange. though you told yourself it might be a shift change or a temporary reassignment, and so you continued walking through the castle halls alone.

the stone floors felt cool beneath your slippers as you moved through familiar corridors. the war room was not far from your chambers, a route you had taken often enough that you knew every turn by memory. torchlight stretched along the walls as you passed corner after corner.

everything remained quiet, almost too quiet, until a strange feeling settled into your stomach that you could not explain or fully understand, though you tried to dismiss it as imagination as you quickened your pace.

just one more corner remained before you reached the hall leading to the war room, but then you heard it, a scuff of leather on stone, a heavy breath that didn't belong to you, and faint footsteps from behind that made you stop instantly as your heart skipped.

you turned quickly to look over your shoulder, but there was nothing there, only an empty hallway stretching back into darkness, with flickering torches and shifting shadows but no visible presence.

you stood still for several seconds listening carefully, but there was nothing except silence, and after a moment you exhaled slowly, forcing yourself to calm down as you turned forward again and whispered under your breath, “it’s just the wind.”

you began walking once more, faster now, because the entrance to the hall leading toward the war room was only one turn away, but before you could reach it, a sudden force grabbed you from behind. an arm locked around your waist and another hand clamped over your mouth, cutting off your breath and voice as panic exploded through your chest and your entire body froze in shock.

the person slammed your back against the wall, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs. before you could do anything, a cold, jagged blade pressed firmly against the sensitive skin of your throat. the man holding you was a shadow, dressed in the muted grays, his eyes burning with a fanatical light. he pressed his body flush against yours, pinning your arms to your sides, and you could smell the scent of old smoke and bitterness clinging to his clothes.

“so this is the precious gem of the emerald empire and the scarlet region,” the man hissed, his voice a grating rasp in your ear. “the little doll who thinks she can bridge the gap between tyrants with a smile. ha! you are nothing but a trophy for a barbarian king who thinks he can own the earth.”

you thrashed in his grip, your muffled whines vibrating against his palm, but he only tightened his hold. his free hand wandered downward, sliding with a sudden, violent possessiveness over your curves. he groped your breast with a bruising grip, squeezing the soft flesh through the thin silk of your nightgown.

you let out a strangled cry, your body shaking with terror and disgust as he kneaded your chest, his fingers digging into you with a cruelty that aimed to degrade as much as to hurt.

“do you feel it, your highness?” he whispered, his breath hot and foul. “the touch of the people you ignore? the hands of the wretched who will tear your empire down stone by stone? you are so soft, so untouched by the filth of the world, but that ends tonight. we will show the king that his treasure can be soiled. we will show the world that the blood of the emerald empire bleeds just as red as a peasant's." he shifted his grip, the knife on your neck slicing a thin, shallow line that sent a trickle of warm blood down your collarbone.

you felt the sting, a sharp contrast to the suffocating pressure of his body. you began to plead, your voice trembling and broken as he momentarily loosened his grip on your mouth to let you speak, only to replace it with the cold edge of another blade. “p-please, i beg you, let me go," you sobbed, the tears streaming down your cheeks and wetting his hand. “i have done nothing to you. please, just take what you want and leave me be. i don't want to die. please, have mercy on me.”

the man laughed, a sound devoid of humor. “mercy is a luxury for those who do not wear crowns. your existence is an insult to every starving child in the world. you are the symbol of a union built on the corpses of the poor, a union that only serves to make that wretched dragon king more powerful and your parents more wealthy. you are not a person, you are a political tool, and it is time that tool was erased from history." he began to touched you more aggressively, his hand sliding down to the hem of your robe, bunching the fabric up to expose your thighs.

“death to the king and queen. death to the royals.” he snickered, the knife digging deeper into your neck.

you whined, a high, desperate sound, your body arching away from him in a futile attempt to escape. the terror was an all consuming wave, drowning your senses until the world narrowed down to the smell of the man and the coldness of the steel.

will i die before i could tell both katsuki and eijiro i loved them?

suddenly, a flash of silver cut through the dim torchlight.

a blur of motion descended from the shadows above, and a heavy blade swung with precision. there was a sickening, wet sound as the sword sliced through the man's calf, the steel biting deep into the muscle and bone.

the intruder screamed, a guttural howl of agony, as the force of the blow pushed him violently off you. he crashed to the stone floor, his leg buckling beneath him, and a spray of crimson blood splattered across the gray tiles.

you collapsed, sliding down the wall until you were crouched in a ball on the floor. your breath came in jagged gasps, and your hands flew to your chest, clutching your torn robes to your body to cover yourself.

you stared in shock as sero, one of katsuki's most trusted knights, stood over the fallen man.

sero's expression was a mask of cold fury, his sword held low and steady. “you chose the wrong hallway, and you certainly chose the wrong person,” sero said, his voice deep.

the intruder tried to scramble away, his face contorted in pain, but he didn't get far.

sero stepped forward with a fluid motion, his blade flashing again. this time, the sword struck the man's achilles heel, slicing through the tendon with a precise, brutal rip.

the man let out a strangled shriek, his leg snapping back as he lost all ability to stand or move. he collapsed onto his side, groaning and sobbing, his blood pooling around him in a dark, viscous circle. “fuck... fuck...!” the man gasped, his voice breaking. “the empire... it must fall... you are all monsters... the blood of the innocent cries out...”

am i really the monster in this situation? you thought.

meanwhile, sero didn't flinch, the tip of his sword resting lightly against the man's throat, mimicking the very threat the attacker had used on you. “you can save your philosophy for the dungeons. my king does not care for the grievances of rats. he only cares that you touched what belongs to him. do you have any idea what he does to people who lay a hand on his queen?”

the man's defiance began to crumble, replaced by a fear. he continued to moan, his voice a mixture of agony and delusional fervor. “it doesn't matter... we are many... the unseen... we are the wind... you cannot kill the wind...”

“maybe not," sero replied, his eyes narrowing as he applied a fraction more pressure to the man's neck, drawing a bead of blood. “but the king can certainly kill the man who thinks he is the wind. now, be silent. every word you speak only makes me want to see how many of your fingers i can remove before the guards arrive.”

you remained huddled against the wall, your body shaking uncontrollably. the sight of the blood, the sound of the man's screams, and the lingering sensation of those hands on your skin left you feeling raw and exposed.

you felt small and weak, the shimmer of your eyes dimmed by the shadow of the trauma.

i’m strong. i am strong. katsuki said i was strong. you thought as you clutched the silk of your gown, your knuckles white, as tears continued to stream down your face in silent, rhythmic pulses.

sero noticed your state, his gaze softening as he looked away from the man on the floor. he stepped toward you, his armor clinking softly. he didn't crowd you, instead maintaining a respectful distance as he reached up and unfastened the heavy, dark cloak from his shoulders. with a slow, gentle movement, he crouched down beside you and draped the fabric around your shivering frame.

the cloak was warm, smelling of leather, steel, and a hint of cedar, and it completely enveloped you, hiding the tears and the torn silk.

“you're safe now, my queen,” sero whispered, his voice now warm and comforting, a complete departure from the coldness he had shown the attacker. “i am so sorry i wasn't here on time. i should have been here faster.”

"he... he touched me," you whimpered, your voice barely audible beneath the heavy fabric of the cloak. "he said such horrible things... he wanted to break me."

sero's jaw tightened, a flicker of rage crossing his features. “he will never touch anything ever again. i promise you that. just breathe, slowly now. the guards are already on their way, and i will not leave your side until you are back in your chambers or with the king.”

you looked up at him, your eyes red and swollen, feeling the security of the cloak around you like a shield. you leaned into the warmth of the cloak, the weight of it grounding you.

then the door at the far end of the hallway suddenly burst open with such force that the sound echoed violently through the stone corridors, cutting through the chaos like a thunderclap.

heavy footsteps followed immediately after, filling the passage with the unmistakable presence of armed men rushing in response to the commotion. more figures poured into the hallway, weapons drawn and torches casting harsh light across the place.

at the very front of them stood katsuki and eijiro.

you looked up instantly, your vision blurred with tears and shock, and in that overwhelming moment your eyes found katsuki’s across the distance. everything else faded for a second, the panic still clinging to your body, all of it collapsing into the single fact that he was here.

katsuki saw you too.

he took one look at your face, at the tears streaking down your cheeks, at the blood at your neck, at your torn robes, at the man being pinned down near you, and something in his expression snapped into something far darker than rage.

his hand moved instantly to the sword at his side. the blade came out in a single smooth motion, large and heavy, far bigger than your arm, and he raised it without hesitation, pointing it directly at the intruder who had dared lay hands on you.

“you motherfucker. you touched my wife,” katsuki said, his voice low and sharp, each word cutting through the hallway like steel.

the man on the ground tried to move, but sero kept him pinned, his grip unyielding as he shouted for backup while maintaining control of the situation.

meanwhile, eijiro had already reached you.

he dropped to his knees beside you instantly, his usual warmth gone, replaced by something tense and shaken beneath the surface as he gently cupped your face in both hands. his thumbs brushed carefully near your cheek as he looked you over, his eyes scanning every detail with growing alarm.

“hey, hey, it’s okay,” eijiro said quickly, though his voice was tight. “what happened? are you hurt anywhere else? did he—”

you swallowed hard, your breath still uneven as you tried to steady yourself, and when you finally spoke, your voice came out fragile but clear.

“he touched me, eiji. he wanted me dead.”

the moment those words left your lips, something in eijiro’s expression changed completely. his warm gaze hardened and his jaw tightened as his grip on your face shifted protectively.

“he what?” eijiro asked quietly, his voice low now, dangerous in a way that did not match his usual tone.

katsuki heard it too.

every single word.

loud and clear.

so did everyone else in the hallway.

sero, still holding the man down, immediately began speaking while keeping pressure on him.

“my king,” sero said urgently, glancing toward katsuki without letting go of the attacker, “i caught him at the end of the corridor. he was… touching her… inappropriately. he had her pinned and was making threats. he’s one of them. the unseen. he knew what he was doing.”

in a single blur of motion, katsuki was across the hallway, his sword disappearing from view as he dropped it just long enough to grab the man by the throat with one hand and haul him off the ground as if he weighed nothing.

the intruder choked instantly, feet kicking wildly as katsuki lifted him higher, the pressure of his grip crushing with terrifying strength.

“you think you get to touch her,” katsuki said, voice shaking now with controlled fury, “and walk away breathing? i’m gonna fucking kill you. but i won't kill you quickly. i will peel the skin from your bones while you are still conscious, and i will make sure you stay alive for every single second of it. i’ll carve you apart slow enough that you’ll beg me to stop before i let you die.”

the man clawed at his arm, trying to speak, but only broken sounds escaped as katsuki tightened his grip further.

“say it,” katsuki growled. “say what you were sent here for.”

the man struggled, gasping, eyes wide with panic, but katsuki only leaned closer, his voice dropping lower.

“i said fucking talk!” katsuki yelled as he squeezed harder.

the man choked out fragments, something about orders, about the unseen, his voice breaking into incoherent pleading as katsuki listened with growing silence.

around them, izuku stood frozen near the doorway, his face pale with shock and horror, while tenya iida, the newly appointed master of coin, watched with rigid stillness, clearly trying to process everything unfolding in front of him but unable to look away.

you, however, could not keep watching.

you buried your face into eijiro’s neck, shaking slightly as he wrapped one arm tightly around you while still keeping his attention locked on katsuki and the intruder. even through his anger, eijiro held you carefully, grounding you as much as he could while his entire body trembled with restrained rage.

“kats…” you called softly, voice breaking.

that was enough for katsuki.

he turned immediately, his eyes softened just slightly when they landed on you, the fury still there but controlled again just enough to function. he let the man drop back on the ground with a loud thud. “take him to the dungeons,” katsuki ordered sharply, not looking away from you. “don’t touch him. he’s mine.”

sero nodded quickly, his expression grim. “yes, my king.”

katsuki took a step forward, his boots heavy against stone as he crossed the distance between you. eijiro gently guided you forward into the king’s arms as if instinctively understanding what you needed more in that moment.

katsuki didn’t hesitate to wrap one arm around you firmly, pulling you against his chest while grabbing his sword in the other hand, his grip on both you and the weapon equally protective as if he was preparing himself to stab anyone who gets near you.

eijiro stood beside him for a moment longer before glaring toward the man being dragged away, then finally falling into step behind katsuki as the group began moving.

you circled your arms tightly around katsuki’s neck, trembling as you pressed your face into him, finally letting the tear spill out now that you were safe enough to do so.

katsuki’s hand moved slowly over your back, steady and grounding. “you’re alright,” he muttered lowly, voice rough but softer than before. “you’re here. you’re with me. no one’s touching you ever again.” his jaw tightened as he glanced down the hallway once, already calculating, already burning.

“i’ve got you,” he added more quietly, almost to himself. “i’ve got you, my love.”

the rest of the night passed in fragments.

the healers were called immediately, and the cut on your neck was treated. katsuki refused to leave your side for even a moment, standing close enough that his presence alone felt like a barrier between you and the entire world. eijiro stayed as well, seated nearby, still visibly tense but trying to keep his focus on you rather than the rage still simmering beneath his skin.

they did not press you for details beyond what was necessary. no one forced you to relive it. not yet.

when you finally drifted toward exhaustion, both katsuki and eijiro remained with you, watching over you until your breathing evened out and sleep finally took hold.

eijiro stayed curled beside you, one arm loosely around your waist, his wings wrapping around you like a blanket, refusing to let distance form between you even as his eyes remained open and alert.

katsuki, however, left sometime after midnight, focused entirely on what came next.

he assigned sero and kaminari to guard the royal chambers permanently from that moment forward, their orders absolute, before disappearing down toward the dungeons where the intruder had been taken.

what followed in the dungeon was not questioned by anyone who understood katsuki bakugo’s temper.

he did not sleep nor did not stop.

by the time dawn began to creep through the sky, the man who had snuck into the castle whole was no longer recognizable as anything more than what remained of a mistake made against the king’s wife.

when it was finally over, the dragon king stood over what was left in silence, blood on his hands, arms, and face, sword resting at his side, his breathing steady despite everything.

katsuki turned slightly toward one of the knights. “send his head back to those fucking bastards,” he said harshly.

then he left the dungeon without another word.

two weeks after the attack in the corridor, the castle had settled into a tense sort of routine. the fear had not vanished, but life within the scarlet region could not stop simply because danger lingered in the shadows.

threats from the unseen still arrived. whispers still circulated through corridors and marketplaces alike. extra guards stood at every entrance, every staircase, and every hallway. yet despite everything, the kingdom continued moving forward because it had no other choice.

after nearly two weeks of relentless hovering from katsuki and eijiro, you were finally considered well enough to attend a formal banquet.

if anyone asked either man, however, they would have claimed the exact opposite.

you had spent the better part of those two weeks being watched like a priceless artifact. katsuki rarely allowed you out of his sight for long, and eijiro somehow managed to be even worse. every servant who entered your chambers was questioned. every hallway was checked twice before you walked through it. their protectiveness would have been amusing under different circumstances, but after what had happened in the corridor, neither of them found anything remotely funny about your safety.

eventually, though, even they could not justify keeping the queen hidden away forever.

the banquet hall glittered beneath hundreds of lanterns, bathing the vast chamber in warm golden light. nobles and royals from every corner of the continent filled the room. music drifted through the air while servants moved gracefully between guests carrying silver trays overflowing with food and drink.

you walked beside katsuki with your arm linked through his.

your gown was one of the finest pieces in your wardrobe, embroidered with scarlet thread that caught the light whenever you moved. jewels from your homeland rested against your throat and wrists.

beside you, katsuki looked every bit the king. his broad shoulders were wrapped in dark leather attire, and his expression already carried the familiar irritation that appeared whenever he was forced into social situations.

he hated gatherings like this, he tolerated them because he had to while you endured them because you were considerably better at smiling than he was.

across the room, a familiar voice called your name.

your brother.

he had traveled across the ocean on behalf of your parents, who were unable to attend due to obligations within the emerald empire. the moment he arrived, he immediately began fussing over you.

it started with questions, then concerns, then complaints. eventually it became a lecture.

“you should come home.”

you sighed and shook your head. “hello to you too.”

“i'm serious.” his eyes swept over you carefully, searching for injuries despite the healer having removed nearly every visible trace of the attack. “you were attacked inside the castle.”

"katsuki already increased security and i’m pretty sure he butchered the man who attacked me.” you sighed, the memory making you shiver.

“that isn't the point.” lowering his voice, he stepped closer. “you almost died.”

your gaze drifted toward your husband. at that exact moment, katsuki was glaring at a duke who had approached to introduce himself. the poor noble looked increasingly unsure whether continuing the conversation was worth the risk.

“none of it was was my husband’s fault if that is what you’re implying.”

your brother frowned. “that doesn't change what happened.”

“no,” you admitted quietly. “it doesn't. but do you really think going home will change anything? they’ll just find me there if they wanted to”

his expression softened slightly. “you’ll be safer. come home for a while.”

you shook your head again. “this is my home.”

for a moment, he looked like he wanted to continue arguing. instead, he released a long sigh and muttered something under his breath about stubborn sisters before reluctantly letting the matter drop.

the rest of the evening continued much the same.

katsuki remained beside you nearly the entire night. whenever he was forced into conversation, one hand always seemed to find your back or your arm as though reassuring himself that you were still there.

eijiro never strayed far either. for a man his size, he blended into the crowd surprisingly well, yet you could always feel his presence nearby.

neither of them realized danger was already inside the room.

the rats were not outside the walls, they were hiding within them.

the realization came with something as simple as a sip of wine.

you lifted the crystal glass to your lips during a conversation with several visiting nobles. the wine tasted normal. for several seconds, nothing happened.

then your stomach twisted, a sharp heat spread through your body. at first, you thought it was merely stronger alcohol than expected, but the burning worsened.

your chest tightened, air caught in your throat, and your fingers suddenly lost their strength.

fear flooded through you.

katsuki.

you turned toward him, your vision had already begun blurring around the edges as your hand gripped his arm tightly.

“k-katsuki…” you wheezed. “something's wro—”

the words never finished, but you saw the exact moment panic entered his eyes.

blood spilled from your mouth and you went limp, katsuki caught you before your head struck the ground as the glass you were holding shattered.

the room erupted into screams then everything went dark.

for one horrible second, katsuki felt the entire world stop. he saw the blood, he saw your body collapse, he saw your eyes close. suddenly nothing else mattered.

“your majesty!” someone shouted.

another noble screamed and cried. chairs crashed against the floor as guests stumbled backwardt in fear.

“no.” the word came out dangerously quiet. then his voice exploded through the banquet hall. “get me the healers. now!”

every conversation died instantly, the music stopped, and every servant froze.

“i said now!” the roar shook the room.

eijiro was already moving. he practically tore through the crowd before dropping to one knee beside you. his face had gone pale as he carefully gathered you into his arms.

“move aside!” nobody needed to be told twice. people scattered from his path immediately.

katsuki rounded on the room, fury rolling off him in suffocating waves. “close everything down.” his voice echoed through the hall. “lock every gate! nobody enters and nobody leaves!”

terror spread through the gathered guests as he took another step forward, his eyes sweeping across the room, his hand closed around the hilt of his sword. “if anyone tries to leave, arrest them. search every servant and every noble. search every damn person inside this castle until i say otherwise!”

then katsuki turned and followed eijiro without another word, your brother was already running after them.

the hours that followed blurred together. the healer worked without rest, magic illuminated the infirmary for nearly an entire day. eijiro refused to leave your side while katsuki remained close enough to hear every word.

finally, after what felt like forever, the healer lowered her hands. exhaustion lined her face as she looked toward the king. “she's stable, my king.”

relief swept through the room immediately, your brother nearly collapsed into a chair.

katsuki stared at the healer. “tell me everything.”

the woman swallowed. “the wine was poisoned, your grace.”

everyone already knew that.

still, she continued carefully. “fortunately, her majesty consumed very little.”

katsuki's jaw tightened. “how little?”

“another sip…” she hesitated. “perhaps two and she…”

silence.

“and she what, woman!” katsuki yellled.

the healer met his gaze. “she would have died almost instantly, my king.”

the room fell deathly quiet. eijiro's hands were clenched at the implications while your brother looked physically ill.

the healer quickly continued. “she will recover. i am certain of it.”

that should have comforted them, but it didn't. because someone had still tried to kill you… again.

days passed and you remained unconscious.

that frightened them more than either man wanted to admit.

eijiro rarely slept. he sat beside your bed holding your hand and waiting. sometimes he spoke softly, telling stories he knew you enjoyed. sometimes he simply sat in silence.

katsuki visited constantly, despite his painfully busy schedule.

whenever he thought nobody was watching, he would brush your hair away from your face and stare at you for long stretches of time.

then, finally, you woke. the relief nearly brought the entire room to tears, but something had changed.

you still smiled at them, you still leaned into their touch, you still spoke with warmth whenever they were near. yet the people around you quickly noticed the difference.

you carried yourself differently now. while your chin remained high and your posture remained elegant, there was something sharper behind your eyes.

whenever people looked at you with pity, your gaze turned cold enough to make them look away. whenever someone spoke to you as though you were fragile, your expression became unreadable.

somewhere during those long days between life and death, something inside you had hardened into steel.

you reassured your lovers with soft words in the dark, telling them you were healing, you were strong, you were theirs. they never questioned you. they accepted your kisses, your embraces, your whispered promises, with a solemn gratitude that felt heavier than any interrogation.

they saw the shadows under your eyes, the way your hands would sometimes tremble before you stilled them, the haunted look that would flicker across your face when you thought no one was looking.

yet they did not press. they understood trauma not as a thing to be dissected with words, but as a wound to be sheltered.

your safety became the absolute, unspoken priority of the kingdom. you were guarded not just by katsuki’s own relentless nature and eijiro’s constant hovering, but by sero and kaminari, who had been personally chosen as your sworn swords.

they shadowed your steps, two silent, lethal sentinels whose loyalty to their king was matched only by their protective ferocity towards their queen. they stood outside your chambers, followed at a discreet distance in the gardens, their eyes missing nothing. you were a cherished bird in a gilded, heavily fortified cage.

in the quiet hours, you took to writing. parchment piled on your desk, filled with your looping script.

it was to katsuki you explained the contents of one particular bundle of letters. seated in his study, you laid them out before him, your voice carefully neutral. “my brother will not cease,” you said, tracing the wax seal bearing her family’s crest. “his letters are a starting to irritate me. he believes i should return home, that this court is too dangerous. my mother writes separately. her words are full of a worry that… that eats at her. she fears for me.”

katsuki listened, his red eyes fixed on your face, not the letters. he reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “let them write, my love,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “it changes nothing. you are home.”

he indulged you in this, as he did in all things now.

every piece of correspondence that arrived for you passed through his hands first. he did not read your private words from your mother; that was a boundary he would not cross. instead, his large, scarred hands would inspect each envelope, each folded parchment, holding it up to the light, testing its weight, checking for hidden compartments or the tell-tale scent of toxins.

packages from your family containing gowns of the latest fashion, delicate shoes, glittering jewelry, bottles of perfume were subjected to even greater scrutiny. guards would open them, and katsuki himself would examine the contents, his expression grim and focused, running his fingers along seams, uncorking perfumes to let eijiro, with his keen senses, test the air. he was leaving nothing to chance.

he was doing everything, building an wall between you and the world that had tried to take you twice.

the morning you disappeared dawned like any other.

katsuki had risen early for a war council. you had stirred as he dressed, and unlike your usual quiet wakefulness, you had reached for him. your arms wound around his neck, pulling him back down to the warmth of their bed. you kissed him, not with your usual soft affection, but with a fervent, almost hungry intensity, your fingers tangling in hi spiky hair as if to memorize its texture.

he sank into the kiss, a low hum of pleasure in his throat, his hands settling on your waist. when you finally pulled back, your eyes were wide, shining with an emotion so deep it made his breath catch.

you looked at him as if you were memorizing him, tracing the lines of his face with your gaze as your fingers had traced his scalp. “my love,” you whispered, the words a tender caress.

i love you.

he brushed his thumb over your lower lip, his own expression softening in a way reserved only for you. “rest,” he murmured. “i will return by midday.”

you nodded, that starlit gaze following him until he closed the chamber door behind him.

eijiro visited you that afternoon, bringing news from the training yards. he found you in your solar, surrounded by your writings. you set her quill down and greeted him with a smile that seemed to light you from within. you rose and walked into his embrace, leaning into his solid, warm strength. you kissed him with the same profound, lingering sweetness you had given katsuki, your hands cradling his face, your body melting against his.

he held you tightly, savoring the feel of you, the scent of your hair. “you seem in good spirits today, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his dragon’s heart swelling with joy.

i love you.

you just hugged him tighter, your face buried in the crook of his neck. “i am always happy to see you,” you said, your voice muffled against his skin.

it felt like a perfect moment, saturated with love.

it was also the last time he saw you.

when you could not be found for dinner, a low hum of unease began. when you did not answer the gentle knocks on you chamber door, it spiked into alarm.

sero and kaminari, standing guard since katsuki’s departure, swore with pale, desperate faces that you had not left. not once. they had heard the faint scratch of your quill, the occasional rustle of parchment, the soft footsteps moving from desk to window, even your soft hums. you were in their entire time.

no one had entered. no one had left.

katsuki believed them; these men were his brothers (though he wouldn’t admit that to their faces), their loyalty unquestionable. but belief did nothing to quell the volcanic fear erupting in his chest.

the search of the castle was swift and thorough, turning into a frantic, sprawling hunt as night fell. guards scoured every hall, every room, every hidden passage and dusty alcove.

you was nowhere. the conclusion was a blade to the gut.

katsuki stood in the center of your empty solar, the silence screaming at him. “she was taken,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet. then it broke. “my wife was taken from under our noses!” the roar shook the very stones of the chamber. a nearby table shattered under his fist. “how?!”

eijiro was at his side in an instant, his own fear a cold knot in his stomach, but his expression forced into a mask of rigid calm. “katsuki, listen to me. anger will not find her. we need to think.”

“think?” katsuki whirled on him, sparks popping in his palms. “i’ll burn this entire kingdom to ash until i find who has her! i’ll tear apart every stone, every house, every—”

“and if you burn the wrong village? if you waste time on vengeance and not on strategy?” eijiro’s voice was hard, cutting through the king’s fury. he grabbed katsuki’s shoulders, forcing him to meet his gaze. “they took her without a trace. that means they were planning. that means magic was involved, or hidden ways we don’t know. we act like bulls in a china shop now, and we might destroy the very clue that leads to her. we must be careful.”

“careful?” katsuki spat the word. “she is gone, eijiro! my fucking wife is gone! every second we are careful is a second they have her doing gods know what!” his breath came in ragged heaves, his body trembling with the effort to not explode, to not reduce the castle to rubble around them.

“we will find her,” eijiro vowed, his own dragon’s anger simmering beneath the calm. “but we find her by being smarter than them. we use every spy, every scout. we look for the unseen. we find the hole they crawled through. then, and only then, do we burn everything in our path to get her back.”

the next day, the message arrived. a simple, unmarked box delivered to the castle gates.

inside, nestled on black velvet, was the necklace. a stunning, intricate piece of diamonds and rubies, it was katsuki’s wedding gift to you, the one you never removed. beneath it lay a single sheet of parchment.

katsuki’s hand did not shake as he lifted it; it was as steady and cold as iron. the words were a jagged scrawl: “you're precious queen is a beauty. it would be a shame to lose such a gem. but before we do that, i want to see the hope leave your eyes, katsuki bakugo. come and find us so we can end it once and for all. death to the king and queen. death to royals.”

a sound escaped him, a low, visceral growl that promised extinction.

the messenger, a young man paid a few coins to deliver the box, was still standing there, confused and nervous.

he did not live to take another step.

one moment katsuki was reading the letter, the next he had crossed the courtyard in a blur of motion. a single slash with his sword was all it took. the act was done in broad daylight, a statement of raw, ungovernable power.

the careful strategy eijiro had pleaded for evaporated into thin air.

katsuki’s orders were swift and brutal. troops were dispatched not to investigate, but to purge.

sympathizers to any cause other than the crown, rumored dissidents, anyone in villages known for unrest—they were to be slain.

katsuki would carve a path to you through the blood of his own kingdom if he had to. and he would lead the charge.

from the highest tower, a roar that was not human split the sky. eijiro, his heart shattered and reforged into a vessel of pure, rampaging grief, surrendered to the dragon within.

scales of crimson erupted over his body, bones lengthened and reshaped, wings of leather burst from his back. he became a creature of legend, a dragon in full, terrifying transformation. while katsuki, clad in armor black as his intent, climbed onto the great beast’s back.

there were no words between them now. there was only the hunt.

the dragon king and his red dragon took to the skies, a vision of wrath.

they scoured the land from on high, their shadows falling over cities like a curse. when questions were met with silence or fear, when paths were blocked or pleas for mercy were made, they did not hesitate.

katsuki’s orders lit the horizon with fire, eijiro’s dragonfire melted stone and steel. they were a force of nature, scourging the land high and low, killing anyone who stood in their way, leaving only smoke and ash in their wake as they searched, day after desperate day.

the irony was not lost on you.

a queen, locked in a tower.

it was such a tired, pathetic cliché that you could have laughed if the stone around you wasn’t so cold and dirty. the unseen, for all their grand plans and hidden networks, were laughably unoriginal.

you sat on the rickety cot in the small, circular room, your back against the damp stone wall, and counted the days by the thin sliver of light that traveled across the floor.

a week.

it had been a week since you had arrived here, and the most amusing part, the secret you hugged to your chest like a weapon, was that you had come willingly.

people had always assumed you were stupid. a coddled princess, then a spoiled queen, surrounded by silks and guards and adoration. they saw the soft hands and the gentle smiles and mistook it for a soft mind.

the first attack, the one in the hallway, had been a shock, but its very success had been the first clue. someone had gotten that attacker inside the castle’s inner sanctum.

the poison that followed, slipped into your wine during a heavily guarded celebration, was merely a confirmation. when you woke up from that, throat raw and body trembling with the aftershock of death’s close brush, you stopped being the cherished icon and started being a silent observer.

you watched everything.

you remembered yuri.

among your hoard of chattering, giggling ladies-in-waiting, she was the silent one. while the others gossiped and shared stories, encouraged by your own assurances that they could speak freely around you, yuri would often just watch with quiet, dark eyes. you had assumed she was shy, perhaps anti-social, but you had granted her the same trust you gave all your people.

almost dying twice opens your eyes in the most brutal way.

the night you were cornered, yuri had been the one to offer to call for katsuki during his meeting so you wouldn’t have to disturb him and so that you can sleep. you had thanked her, grateful. yet, the king never came, and you had been forced to go yourself, wandering the halls alone where the attacker found you.

and the poison… yuri had been in charge of your personal service that day. she had handed you the very goblet, her face a mask of placid service, before melting into the background just as the first cramp seized your stomach.

the pieces, once you allowed yourself to see them, formed a damning picture. it was laughable, how naive you had been.

so you cornered her.

it was in your solar, two days after you began your silent watch. you dismissed everyone else, and when the door clicked shut, you turned to her. your voice was eerily calm, a flat pond without a ripple.

“you will take me to them,” you said.

her face, usually so blank, fractured into sheer panic. she stammered, acted confused, but the fear in her eyes was all the confession you needed.

“you have two choices, yuri,” you continued, picking up a letter opener from your desk and examining its dull edge. “you can take me to the unseen, and i will consider that your service to me is complete. or, i can call the king and his dragon in here, and you can explain to them why you tried to murder their queen. twice.”

yuri chose survival, as the cowardly always do.

that was how you found yourself in this hidden, abandoned tower deep in the woods, “captured” and locked away for a week.

the unseen were in disbelief when you turned yourself in.

their group, you learned, had nine core members and hundreds of recruits and sympathizers scattered across the kingdoms. of the members, only one spoke to you directly: their head, a man named tomura shigaraki. your first meeting with him was brief and chilling. he was a few years older than you, with pale hair and eyes that held a dry, cracking kind of malice, like old paint peeling from a wall.

tomura shigaraki looked you up and down as you stood calmly in the tower’s main hall, his hands scratching idly at his own neck. “well, well,” he said, his voice a raspy whisper. “the queen herself, delivered on a silver platter. i must admit, i didn’t expect you to have the spine. or the stupidity.”

he gave a slow, sarcastic clap, the sound hollow in the stone room. he stepped closer, and before you could react, his hand darted out and yanked the necklace from your throat, the chain snapping with a sharp ping.

you gasped, a genuine reaction of dismay. he held the diamonds and rubies up to the dim light, a cruel smirk on his face. “this is precious. literally. a gift from your murderous husband, i assume? a pretty collar for a pretty pet.”

you said nothing, just stared at the necklace in his grubby hand. that was mine. he gave that to me. you thought.

shigaraki pocketed it, his smirk widening. “you’ll be the perfect bait,” he said, pacing slowly around you. “your beloved king will tear the world apart looking for you. he’ll follow any trail, no matter how obvious the trap. he’ll come, maybe even drag your pathetic family into it, and when he does, we’ll be waiting. slowly but surely, we will rid this world of royal scum, starting with the symbol of victory and his cherished little wife. i want to see hope leave his eyes. i want to be the last thing he sees.”

you finally spoke then, your voice clear and steady. “and when you’ve killed us all? when you sit on the throne instead? what difference does it make? you’ll just be the new monsters in charge. it’s hypocritical.”

he stopped pacing and looked at you, genuinely surprised you had a voice. “hypocrisy is a luxury of the powerful,” he sneered. “we are justice.”

“justice?” you actually laughed, a short, bitter sound. “you had someone try to murder me in my own home. you had me poisoned at a celebration meant for peace. you kill supporters and innocents who have nothing to do with your fight. how many people have died for your ‘cause’? you’re not saving anyone. you’re just creating more graves. trying to justify your cause.”

shigaraki’s eyes narrowed. “you speak of innocence? do you know what your husband did when you were poisoned? a little birdie named yuri told me everything. he slaughtered the entire kitchen staff. every man, woman, and apprentice. he killed them all without trial, without evidence, just blind rage. your king has spilled as much blood as any tyrant. he is a killer with a crown.”

the news of the kitchen staff hit you like a physical blow, a cold knot forming in your stomach. you hadn’t known. katsuki had shielded you from that. you forced your expression to remain impassive.

“he was protecting what was his,” you said, the argument weak even to your own ears. “you attack what is his, and you expect mercy? you started this war of shadows. he is finishing it in the light. he wouldn’t have done that if it weren’t for you and your friends.”

shigaraki leaned in, his breath stale. “a pretty speech from a pretty prisoner. it doesn’t matter. he will come, he will see you in chains, and he will make a mistake. and we will end him.” he straightened up, waving a dismissive hand. “lock her in the tower. let her ponder her husband’s virtues. it’s only a matter of time now.”

and with that, you were dragged away, the image of his smug, hateful face burning into your memory.

now, presently, you sat on that same rickety bed. the time for pondering was over. you lifted the skirt of your dress and reached for the two glass bottles tied securely to your thigh. the larger one contained a bright, almost luminous green liquid. the smaller held a pink, glittering liquid.

even with the stoppers firmly in place, a faint, sweet aroma emanated from them, which was precisely why they had been so easy to disguise as perfumes.

the enchantment woven into the bottles were masking their magical potency. this had also helped them escape notice when katsuki and eijiro had inspected your belongings. they had been looking for poison, for weapons, not for the tools of a queen who had decided to fight her own battles.

for the last few weeks, since you woke from the poison, your correspondence had not been solely with your worried family. secret letters, written in a code you and your friends from the emerald empire had invented as girls, had flown back and forth.

toru hagakure and mina ashido were not just friends; they were powerful mages. when you finalized your plan, you had asked them for specific, potent potions. toru had sent the pink vial while mina had sent the green one.

you finished arranging the pillow under the thin blanket, shaping it to look like a sleeping form. then you waited, your heart a steady drum in your chest. the familiar clinking of keys outside the heavy wooden door signaled the arrival of your lunch.

as the lock turned, you popped the stopper on the small pink bottle and drank it in one swift motion. the effect was instantaneous and bizarre. you watched your own hands fade from sight, then your arms, your dress, everything even the vials you were holding. you were a ghost, a void in the air. an invisibility potion just as toru had promised.

the door swung open, and a guard slid a wooden tray of unappetizing slop onto the floor. he glanced at the bed, saw the lump under the covers, grunted, and turned to leave. as he pulled the door shut, you, invisible and silent, slipped through the gap behind him and then you bolted.

you had learned the routines during your week of captivity.

around this time, the entire group of the unseen, all hundred-something members from leaders to lowly guards, dined together in the main hall. it was a point of pride for shigaraki, a show of unity and equality.

you had noted it, filed it away.

now, invisible, you ran not for the exit, but deeper into the stronghold. you found the kitchens first, a large, smoky room where massive cauldrons of stew simmered and barrels of ale and wine were lined up ready for service. the cooks and servers were busy, shouting to one another.

you moved like a whisper, uncorking the large green bottle. you poured its contents into the nearest soup pot, watching as the bright green liquid swirled and then dissolved into nothing, leaving no trace. you moved to the barrels, tipping the potion into the ale, the wine, even the water pitchers. the sweet smell was lost in the kitchen’s aromas. your heart hammered, but your hands were steady.

for me. for every person they’ve hurt.

then you ran to the main dining hall, a vast cavernous space filled with long tables and raucous noise. you stood at the center of it all, unseen, a phantom amid your enemies.

shigaraki stood at the high table, raising a tankard. “a toast!” he cried, his raspy voice cutting through the din. “to the impending end of the false king and his whore of a queen! to the day we wash these lands clean of their royal filth!”

the hall erupted in cheers and jeers, cruel laughter and shouts of agreement echoing off the stone.

anger, cold and sharp, flowed through you, but you waited. you forced yourself to watch as they all, every single one of them, brought their drinks to their lips. as they drank deeply, celebrating the death they planned for you and everyone you loved.

the satisfaction that followed was dark and profound.

it began with a cough, then another, then a choked gasp. the festive noise died, replaced by confusion, then by strangled cries.

all around the hall, men and women clutched their throats, their faces contorting in sudden, searing agony. they grabbed their necks, their chests, their stomachs. coughs turned into wet, bloody gurgles.

then the screaming started. it was not just screams of pain, but of horror, as the skin on their cheeks, their faces, began to bubble and melt. it peeled away from the bone, dissolving from the inside out just like mina promised her acid potion would.

they clawed at their own faces, at their bellies, as if they could dig out the fire consuming them. tables overturned. tankards smashed. the hall became a writhing, shrieking tableau of dissolving flesh and bone.

you watched, your invisibility beginning to fade at the edges, your own form becoming a faint, shimmering outline.

you could have done this the first day you arrived. but you had wanted to learn their numbers, their plans, their weaknesses. most of all, you wanted them to know. you wanted to look shigaraki in the eye when the realization hit.

as the last of the pink invisibility potion’s effect vanished, you became fully visible, standing calmly amidst the carnage. shigaraki was on his knees, one hand clawing at his own melting neck, the other pointing a trembling, blistering finger at you. his eyes, wide with pain and a dawning, furious understanding, locked onto yours. “you…” he choked out, blood and something darker frothing on his lips. “you… bitch… you’re a mage.”

you simply looked back at him, your expression cold, not even bothering to explain yourself. “you wanted to see the hope leave my husband’s eyes,” you said, your voice carrying over the dying moans. “i wanted to see the understanding enter yours. i want that to be the last thing you see.”

then, as the final cries dissipated into wet silence and the hall floor became a grisly puddle of what was once the unseen, you heard it. a roar, familiar and earth-shaking, echoed from outside. them a few minutes later, thunder of a hundred boots followed, then the splintering crash as the main doors to the hall were blown inward.

katsuki came in first, an avatar of wrath with his sword drawn. eijiro was at his side, hardened skin glinting, his own weapon ready. they burst into the room prepared for a fight, for a rescue, for a desperate last stand. what they saw instead was a scene from a nightmare: the melted, horrific remains of a hundred enemies, and you, standing untouched in the center of it all, your dress clean amidst the gore.

you turned from the mess at your feet and saw them, their faces frozen in shock, their weapons lowering slightly in confusion.

a slow smile touched your lips. “you came,” you said.

then you ran to them, ignoring the shock that still held them rigid. you threw your arms around katsuki first, feeling the solid, trembling strength of him, then turned and pulled eijiro into the embrace. you hugged them both fiercely, burying your face between them, inhaling the familiar scents of smoke and spice and dragon-scale.

for a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the crackle of dying embers from the shattered door.

“what… what happened here?” eijiro finally managed, his voice rough as he held you, his eyes scanning the horrific room.

katsuki was staring at you, his red eyes blazing with a thousand questions. “who did this?” he demanded, his grip on you almost painful.

you pulled back just enough to look at them both, your smile turning a little vague, a little secretive. “they served a bad cause,” you said lightly, your tone almost casual. then you nodded towards the remains. “we should burn what’s left. just in case.”

they looked at you, really looked at you. the queen they had coddled and protected, the woman they had searched for with fire and blood, stood before them cool and unharmed in a chamber of death she had seemingly orchestrated.

in that moment, smeared with the indirect evidence of her vengeance, she was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing they had ever seen.

katsuki swallowed hard, his kingly composure fighting with his sheer, bewildered awe. he gave a sharp nod and turned to the troops crowding the doorway. “search every crevice of this damned tower! make sure there’s nothing left alive!”

once his men finished their search, katsuki looked at eijiro. the dragon hybrid met his gaze, gave a single, grim nod, and stepped back. his body began to change, scales erupting, form expanding until the great red dragon filled the space, careful of you and katsuki.

with a deep, rumbling inhale, he unleashed a torrent of cleansing dragonfire, red and hot, over the entire hall, incinerating the gruesome evidence until nothing remained but ash and scorched stone.

when it was done, and eijiro had shifted back to his human form, the three of you stood in the doorway of the ruined tower, the cold forest air washing over you.

you looked at your two lovers, their faces etched with relief, confusion, and a newfound, fierce pride. you reached out, taking one of each of their hands in yours. your voice was soft and utterly calm.

“let’s go home.”

the world was reduced to a dizzying, overwhelming cascade of pleasure, heat and the smell of them—smoke, leather and the clean scent of dragon-scale. you were suspended between them, a trembling, moaning bridge of need.

“oh—yeah. just like that, ha’nghh!”

beneath you, eijiro lay on his back on the massive bed, his strong hands gripping your thighs as his mouth worked between your legs. his tongue was relentless, a hot, wet point of focus that licked and probed, his sharp teeth grazing your sensitive flesh in a way that made you jerk and whimper.

his red hair was a vibrant splash against the dark linens, his crimson eyes glazed with lust as he looked up at you, watching every expression that crossed your face.

“tastes like victory,” he groaned against you, the vibrations shooting straight to your core. “my perfect queen.”

behind you, katsuki was a solid wall of muscle. his hands were on your hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks you’d wear proudly tomorrow. he was pounding into you from behind, each deep, driving thrust pushing you down onto eijiro’s mouth. the angle was devastating, filling you completely, stretching you in the most exquisite way.

“fuck… so tight, baby,” katsuki snarled into your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “clenching around me like a fucking vise. still wound up from whatever the fuck you did to those assholes, aren’t you?” he punctuated his words with a particularly sharp thrust that made you cry out.

“f-fuck,” you could only moan, a broken, continuous sound. your head was thrown back against katsuki’s shoulder, your body used and worshiped between your two of them. one of your hands was braced on eijiro’s firm stomach, feeling the muscles jump and coil with his efforts. the other reached back, fingers tangling in katsuki’s sweat-damp hair.

katsuki bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, a pressure that sent a jolt of pure lightning through your veins.

you arched, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat. “yes… just like that.”

“mine,” he growled against your skin, his hips never ceasing their brutal rhythm. “ours. no one touches you like this. no one takes you like us.”

his praise flooded you with a warmth that rivaled the physical pleasure. “hah— shit… yours. only yours.”

eijiro moaned in agreement, the sound vibrating through your clit. his tongue delved deeper, lapping up the combined evidence of your arousal and katsuki’s earlier claim.

“you taste s’good, sweetheart,” eijiro breathed, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips glistening. “watching you stand there in that tower… watching the chaos you created, eyes blazing… fuck.” he surged forward again, his tongue circling your entrance where katsuki’s cock stretched you open. “never been harder in my life.”

your hand on eijiro’s stomach slid lower, your fingers wrapping around the thick, leaking length of his cock. he was rock-hard, he bucked up into your touch with a guttural groan that you felt against your most intimate flesh.

“yes… fuck, just like that,” eijiro begged, his hips stuttering. “touch me while katsuki fucks you. let me feel you.”

“your so—ah! fuck… right there, kats—so big.” you stroked eijiro in time with katsuki’s thrusts, a messy, uncoordinated rhythm that drove all three of you wild.

the sounds were obscene. the wet slap of katsuki’s skin against yours, the slick sounds of eijiro’s mouth on you, the ragged panting and groans that filled the chamber.

“look at her,” katsuki grunted, his pace becoming even more punishing. “taking us both. claiming her rewards. you earned this, didn’t you? every fucking scream, every drop of their blood… earned you this.”

“y-yeah… deserved this.” you threw your head back as eijiro licked a long strip in your heat.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” eijiro echoed, his voice thick, he let go of your thigh with one hand to guide your stroking on his cock, showing you the pressure he liked. “just like that, princess. so perfect.”

the dual assault was too much, yet not enough. you were hurtling towards a peak, teetering on the edge. katsuki felt it, the way your inner muscles began to flutter and spasm around him.

“gonna cum f’me?” he rasped, his own control fraying. “gonna cum all over eijiro’s face while i’m buried inside you? do it. show us how much you missed us. how much you needed this.”

“i… i can’t… it’s too much…” you sobbed, overwhelmed.

“you can,” eijiro said, his tone shifting to that warm, coaxing rumble that always soothed you. “that’s it, just like that. let go for us. we’ve got you.”

that did it.

the combination of katsuki’s demanding possession and eijiro’s tender encouragement shattered your last thread of control.

“ugh—! ah, baby, katsuki. right there… yes.” your orgasm ripped through you with a silent scream that turned into a raw, broken wail. your body convulsed, clamping down on katsuki’s cock as you ground down against eijiro’s mouth, your hand tightening almost painfully on eijiro’s length.

“fuck yes! that’s it!” katsuki roared, his thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy as your violent clenching pulled his own release from him. he slammed into you one final, deep time, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a guttural shout, his hot release flooding you, joining the messy, perfect mix of sensations.

eijiro groaned through your climax, drinking you down, his own hips thrusting up into your slackening hand. “inside… need to be inside…” he managed to gasp.

katsuki, still pulsing within you, pulled out with a wet sound that made you whimper at the sudden emptiness. he didn’t let you collapse. in one smooth, powerful motion, he lifted you from eijiro’s face and turned you, laying you down on your back on the bed beside his trembling second.

eijiro was on you in an instant, his body covering yours, his weight a familiar comfort. he kissed you, deep and hungry, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. he positioned himself at your entrance, still stretched and slick from katsuki.

“look at me,” eijiro whispered, his crimson eyes holding yours. you saw it all there—the fear they’d felt, the pride, the burning, possessive love.

“want you inside me, eiji. want more… please.” you moaned into his mouth, your oversensitive body singing with a fresh wave of sensation.

eijro turned you around until you were laying prone with him behind you before he pushed inside in one slow, devastating glide, filling the emptiness katsuki had left. “yeah? fuck— there you go, sweetheart. take all of me.”

“ah, yeah. please need more.” you pushed your ass towards his heavy and hot cock.

eijiro’s body is a furnace against your back, his chest pressed to your spine, his arms banded around your torso as he moves inside you with a deep, relentless rhythm. “you’re so fucking tight… hah! ya clenching around me, baby.”

“faster, eiji. fuck me faster.” you’re on your side, facing katsuki, who lays propped on one elbow beside you, watching with dark, smoldering eyes. his fingers are in your hair, petting the damp strands with a possessive gentleness that contrasts the carnal scene.

“look at her,” katsuki murmurs, his voice a low, proud rumble. his thumb strokes your temple. “taking you so deep, eijiro. look how she opens up for you.”

eijiro groans into the crook of your neck, his thrusts deepening. “she feels like heaven… so warm… so perfect for us.” he bites your shoulder gently, a soft nip that makes you gasp and push back against him. “our brave girl. our little warrior queen.”

“feels s-so g-good— ngnh hah, shit. so deep.” you bit do onto the pillow, drooling.

you’re caught between them, your mind hazy with pleasure and the sheer safety of their combined presence. katsuki’s cooing is a soft, continuous counterpoint to eijiro’s grunts and the wet, rhythmic sound of your bodies joining.

“that’s it, pretty girl,” katsuki whispers, his vermillion eyes locked on yours. “let him have you. you earned this. you earned every fucking inch.” his praise is a drug, feeding your need. “strong enough to slaughter your captors… strong enough to take both us all night long.”

“oh, shit… this pussy feels so good f’me.” eijiro’s pace quickens, becoming more urgent. one of his hands slides down from your chest to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that have you crying out, your back arching.

“katsuki… i’m…” you whimper, reaching for him.

“i know,” katsuki says, leaning in to kiss you, deep and slow, swallowing your moans as eijiro pushes you over the edge. your orgasm crashes through you, a blinding wave that makes you clench violently around eijiro, milking his own release from him with a guttural roar. he collapses against you, spent, his weight a comforting anchor.

katsuki’s hand never stops petting your hair. “good girl. just ride it out like that. so good for us,” he murmurs, watching eijiro catch his breath.

after a few moments of heavy silence, eijiro pulls out slowly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade before rolling onto his back. you’re trembling, boneless.

but katsuki isn’t done. the look in his eyes is still hungry, still proud and possessive. “i’m not done with you yet, my wife,” he says, his voice leaving no room for argument. “need to feel you again. need to remind you who you belong to.”

he moves behind you, replacing eijiro’s warmth with his own. he pulls you back against his chest, his cock already hard and pressing against your backside. eijiro, recovering quickly, shifts to face you. he leans in and kisses you, slow and deep, his hands cupping your face as katsuki positions himself.

“ready for him, princess?” eijiro asks against your lips.

you nod, dazed. “yes. claim me again, please.”

katsuki guides himself into you from behind, a slow, filling stretch that makes you moan into eijiro’s mouth. his thrusts are deep and measured, each one a deliberate claiming. he bites your shoulder again, a sharper claim this time. “gods—hah… gonna breed you so deep, fucking mark you from the inside,” he growls into your skin.

eijiro breaks the kiss to watch, his own hand drifting down to play with your nipple, pinching and rolling it. “you’d be so beautiful round and with child,” he breathes. “completely full. completely ours.”

the thought of being bred by the two of them and having their children made you arch deeper into katsuki, moaning and clenching harder. “yeah… wanna… wanna—f-fuuucking hell nghh. wanna be bred, kats.”

katsuki’s hand slides around your hip, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts “yeah? gonna make me a daddy? i’mma make you you a mommy, baby. fill you up with my cum,” he promises, his voice tight with his own building need.

“cum— i’m gonna cum. right there…. ohnnghah,” you shatter again, a silent, breathless climax that seizes your whole body.

“shit! oh my fucking gods. fucking take it,” katsuki follows with a harsh groan, pumping into you, his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades.

you drift for a while, cradled between them. but eijiro stirs first, his energy seemingly boundless. he kisses his way down your body, his intentions clear. you’re too sensitive, too spent, but he is insistent.

“last one, sweetheart,” he promises, his voice warm against your inner thigh. “let me taste you again. let me taste both of us on you.”

katsuki, still holding you from behind, chuckles darkly. “fucking dragon stamina,” he mutters, but his hand encourages you, spreading your legs for eijiro’s questing mouth.

“ah!” you flinched at him lapping up your juices, overstimulated. “slowly, eiji—ngh too much, hah…”

you feel eijiro humming as he eats you out with a devoted intensity, lapping up the combined evidence of your shared passion.

katsuki whispers filthy, proud praises in your ear, his hands roaming your body. “that’s it,” he murmurs. “feel good, huh? yeah?”

“m’gonna cum again… so fucking g-good,” you were writhing, the intensity and your sensitivity making you feel pain and pleasure.

“let go, baby. cum for eijiro. give us one more… just like that.” katsuki helped coaxed you as he placed kisses on your damped temple.

you cum under eijiro’s tongue one final, trembling time, your voice gone, your body humming with overstimulated pleasure.

eijiro crawls back up your body, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

they arrange themselves around you, a tangle of limbs and warmth in the center of the massive bed. katsuki at your back, eijiro facing you, his head on your chest. their hands are on you, possessive.

“shhh… we’ve got you. it’s over. you did so good for us baby,” eijiro whispers into your hair, his voice thick with sleep and finality.

“sleep. we’re not going anywhere,” katsuki mumbles against your skin, already halfway to dreams.

you fall asleep surrounded, safe, and utterly claimed, the scent of smoke, dragon-scale, and your own satisfied skin the last thing you know.

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The pool area was eerily beautiful under the moonlight, the water's surface shimmering like liquid silver. The chlorine scent was stronger at night, mingling with the earthy smell of nearby landscaping.

"Strip," Bakugou commanded, already pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his toned torso, the moonlight catching the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. His skin gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat despite the cool night air.

You hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling self-conscious despite the privacy of the night. Bakugou noticed immediately, his expression softening just a fraction.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping closer to you. "Changed your mind?"

"No," you shook your head, fingers trembling as you reached for the hem of your own shirt. "Just... nervous, I guess."

He let out a low chuckle, closing the distance between you until your bodies were nearly touching. "Nothing to be nervous about with me, princess. I've seen it all before." His hands found your waist, sliding under your shirt to trace patterns on your skin. "But if it makes you feel better..."

Instead of continuing to undress you, he began unbuttoning his jeans, his movements unhurried despite the urgency of your situation. The sound of his zipper lowering seemed impossibly loud in the quiet night.

You watched as he shed the rest of his clothes, his body a masterpiece of masculine perfection in the moonlight. His cock stood proud and erect, already hard and ready. It was even larger than you remembered, thick and veined with a slight upward curve that made your mouth water. The tip glistened with pre-cum in the moonlight.

"Like what you see?" he asked, a smug grin spreading across his face as he caught you staring. He gave his length a slow stroke, from base to tip, his eyes never leaving yours. "Of course you do. Everyone does."

The heat that flooded your cheeks had nothing to do with embarrassment. With trembling fingers, you removed your clothes, letting them fall in a pile beside his. The cool night air raised goosebumps on your skin, but the way Bakugou's eyes roamed over your body made you feel anything but cold.

"Perfect," he murmured, reaching out to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it pebbled under his touch. "Absolutely perfect. These tits are fucking incredible.

He led you toward the pool's edge, the water invitingly dark and mysterious. "Race you to the other side," he challenged suddenly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before you could protest, he'd already launched himself into the water with a clean dive, disappearing beneath the surface. You hesitated only a moment before following, the shock of the cool water stealing your breath as you plunged in.

When you surfaced, sputtering, Bakugou was already treading water a few feet away, laughing. "Not bad for a beginner," he teased.

"Hey!" you protested, splashing water at him. "I'm not the one who suggested breaking into a school at midnight!"

"Details, details," he waved off, swimming closer until you were face to face. The water lapped around your bodies as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. "Now, about that race..."

You never did finish that race. Instead, you found yourself pressed against the side of the pool, Bakugou's body flush against yours as his lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss. The water swirled around you as his hands explored every curve of your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Katsuki," you gasped against his mouth as his fingers found your most sensitive spot, circling gently through the water. "Someone might see us."

"Let them watch," he growled, nipping at your earlobe. "They'll just be jealous they're not the ones making you feel this good. Jealous they don't get to see this perfect ass, these amazing tits."

His confidence was intoxicating, as was the feeling of his hard length pressing against your thigh. You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him even closer as he continued his skilled exploration of your body.

"I want you," you whispered, the words barely audible above the gentle lapping of water against the pool sides.

"Then take me," he responded, lifting you slightly as he positioned himself at your entrance. "Ride me, princess. Show me how much you want this massive cock inside you."

You sank down onto him slowly, the water creating an unusual sensation as he filled you completely. The cool liquid contrasted with the heat of your bodies as you began to move together, establishing a rhythm that was both languid and urgent.

"Fuck, you're tight," Bakugou groaned, his head falling back against the pool edge. "So fucking tight around my cock. You like that, don't you? Like being stretched wide open by me?"

You could only moan in response, your movements becoming more desperate as the pleasure built within you. The water splashed around you with each thrust, the sound mingling with your shared moans and the distant chirping of crickets.

Bakugou's hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements as you rode him under the moonlight. His fingers dug into your flesh, sure to leave marks tomorrow—a thought that only heightened your arousal.

"That's it, princess," he panted, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "Ride my fucking cock. Take every inch of me."

You leaned forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss, your movements becoming more frantic as the pleasure built within you. The water splashed around you with each thrust, the sound mingling with your shared moans and the distant chirping of crickets.

"Katsuki," you gasped as he hit that perfect spot inside you, "I'm close."

"Then come for me," he commanded, his eyes opening to lock with yours. "Come all over my cock like the good girl you are. Let me feel that pussy clench around me."

His words were your undoing. With a cry of his name, you shattered around him, waves of pleasure washing over you as your body convulsed with the force of your orgasm. Bakugou followed soon after, his grip tightening on your hips as he spilled himself inside you with a guttural groan.

For several moments, you stayed like that, tangled together in the water as your breathing slowly returned to normal. The moon cast a silver glow on your joined bodies, creating an almost magical atmosphere.

"We should probably get out soon," you murmured reluctantly, resting your forehead against his.

"Five more minutes," he negotiated, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I'm not done with you yet. This pussy needs more attention."

True to his word, Bakugou made love to you twice more that night—once against the side of the pool, and again on a pool lounger after you'd dried off. By the time you finally redressed and slipped back through the fence, the sky was beginning to lighten with the approaching dawn.

As you walked away from the school, hand in hand, Bakugou squeezed your fingers gently. "Told you it would be worth it," he said, his voice smug but affectionate.

You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder. "I never doubted you for a second, Katsuki."

"Good," he replied, pausing to kiss you one last time before you reached the main road. "Because I've got plenty more bad ideas where that came from."

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yet all his practice goes out the window when he looks into your eyes. he feels his mind stutter to a slow stop. everything had gone perfect so far, the bouquet of flowers he picked up that morning, the cologne with scent notes he thought you’d like, a small cake with an instagram worthy color palette. 

even the weather had magically cleared up for his picnic confession. he didn’t expect that he was the factor he didn’t account for. 

he realized how long he’d been quiet with the small tilt of your head and the feeling of your finger gently poking his cheek, “you still here with us?”

in that moment, with blossoms cascading unto the two of you, wind blowing through your hair and a slight upturn to your smile, all he thought about was how beautiful you were.

“please go out with me.”

..

katsuki had just made it home at about three in the morning. he cursed at the loud stomps of his boots against the linen floors of your shared apartment, careful to take small steps so as to not wake you up.

he changed into his pajamas as quietly as he could, locked in on the sight of you hogging the blanket in the middle of the bed. but, before slipping in to get some much deserved rest, he instead knelt beside your side of the bed, holding the ring he’d picked out for you in hand.

getting through his major deja vu, he managed a few lines, or concepts, to say to you. He had been bouncing between ideas, getting straight to the point or having a whole speech prepared. he face-palmed, the sweat of his hands soaking the box slightly, causing him to panic. 

you’d woken up long before, fighting the laugh bubbling in your throat at the sight of him accidentally exploding a part of the box in his panic.

you like eijirou, and eijirou likes you — he’s got this darkened look in his eye like he’s thinking of breaking you into tiny pieces underneath him and pulling you back together with sweet praise and enough orgasms to fix you back into place. izuku likes that. knowing that there’s someone just like him able to indulge you n keep you on your best behaviour. at the end of the night, you’re practically seated (albeit sideways) in the latter hero’s lap, giggling at everything he says, watching every twitch of his face as though it’s the most entertaining thing in the world and every so often you look back at your boyfriend though you’re seeking permission to have this much on his hardening friend.

izuku slips into the seat beside kirishima, calm and collected, like seeing his baby fawn over his high school classmate isn’t completely unravelling him like a loose thread. “hey riot,” he says almost too smooth, breathy laughter following the lead of his voice. “enjoying the night?”

you seem giddier now, kicking your feet and swaying in eijirou’s lap because you’re anticipating what’s to come now that your boyfriend is on board. eijirou cups the small of your back with a large, rugged hand that reminds you to sit still and behave. you notice. izuku notices — pleased when your movements come to a stop. glad to know that there’s another person to keep you in line just like he does.

“it’s been great so far, midoriya,” the red head hums, squeezing the fat at your hips, drawling circles into the exposed skin as though its natural for the three of you to be coddled up like this. “and you?”

deku hums, noncommittal. “there’s like more thing that would make it better.” his hand lands on your thigh, ruby eyes watch the scar tissue disappear under your flouncy skirts and eijiro feels how you warm in his lap from your boyfriend’s touch. “my baby has a question for you.”

a beat passes, you squirm over the blood flushing south of kirishima’s brain and heart. “that so, honey?” he breathes, pet name on the tip of his tongue underneath his baited breath. somewhere behind you, your boyfriend groans — hungry. you like this. he likes it. “c’mon, whaddya wanna ask eiji?”

you blink up at him shyly, body warm, clothes suddenly too tight, that special place between your thighs sticky from the suspense.

“go on baby, be good ‘n answer the question…” izuku coaxes you lazily, his fingertips ghosting over the gusset of your panties — jade eyes flickering up to meet ruby ones teaming with amusement.

“eiji,” you stutter, biting back a moan — hips bucking against fingers and grinding over a hardness in your boyfriend’s classmate’s lap. “w-will you come home with us? please?”

izuku mumbles something of a good girl against the back of your neck as response to your pleasent manners, finally pressing against your clit whilst eijirou uses his grip on your hips to pull you back and forth in his lap ever so slightly.

“yeah, honey? i thought you two never ask.”

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