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The midnight moonlight illuminates the land which was chosen for the duel by the court. Plain solid ground surrounded by tall stony walls in the middle of forest. Probably to prevent the wolf from running away. But Shouto knows better… the wolf warrior has no intention of running. It’s quite the opposite, he is in it for the fight. The wild light in those crimson eyes promised him such.
He is not backing down that easily either. He is going to give it his all no matter what the outcome going to be. He is going to honor his comrades’ names by giving it all he had.
He refused to meet Yaoyorozu’s eyes after the gathering and went straight to prepare himself for the upcoming duel in few hours.
Taking his royal long silver sword and two hidden short blades in his sleeves, he puts on his armor and covers his ruined arm with a pair of long leather wristbands.
With the last look at the big mirror on the wall and adjusting his appearance, he goes out of his room saying farewell to the good and bad memories that this place held in itself, in his head. Especially the ones with his mother. After tonight he might be able to see her again if the promise of the afterlife was true for his already dead body and soul.
“My prince!”
The familiar worried voice makes him stop on his track. Yaoyorozu catches up to him before he can make his way out of the castle.
“My prince you don’t have to go. Your body is weakened severely. You have no chance against that monster. Please reconsider my lord. The men have received the blood and are recovering rapidly. There are begging you to not sacrifice yourself for their sake.”
He stands there for a moment deciding against turning around to face the tearful knight behind him.
“Are you asking me to crawl away in fear of death Yaoyorozu? It that how you see me?”
The black haired woman is taken off-guard by the Prince’s question.
“No, that wasn’t what I meant.”
“Then are you asking me to step over my dignity by not holding my end of the deal and give the beast the chance to humiliate me even further by calling me a coward that can’t even fight for his people when they need him the most and has wasted all of their sacrifices to save his own pitiful life?”
The knight breaks down in sobs.
“No, I… I didn’t…”
“Don’t worry Yaoyorozu. Even if it is my end I have no intention of running away from it.” There is a pause as the sobbing sound makes the prince’s heart ache in his chest. He couldn’t turn around to add more guilt to his already full hands. So he continues in his most reassuring tone. “It is better to die as a hero than live as a coward.”
With that the prince has walked away and towards the chosen battle ground, leaving his royal guard starring at his back with eyes full of tears.
And now under the bright moonlight he stands on the edge of the stony walls surrounding the field of his last battle, staring at the wild mass of the giant wolf on the other side of the field looking up at him with expectant eyes. It was as terrifying as it was beautiful. He swings his sword in his hand and leaps down the edge.
“You ready to get down on your knees and beg for your life?”
He hears a deep growling voice coming from the wolf’s throat.
Unpleasant as every time that the wolf has opened his mouth to say something to him.
“Shut up beast. I will fight with my last dying breath but I will never kneel in front of you nor beg for my life.”
He spits the words as he lunges forward with a heavy attack. It seems like the blond’s wild grin can be performed in his both forms. He dodges his attack and attempts a counterattack which gets blocked easily by the prince.
And that’s how the battle begins.
They go at it for hours, blow after blow, attack after attack. They are both panting heavily and covered in blood. The sunrise is in few minutes and Shouto needs to finish this fast, if he doesn’t want to be burnt down by the sun.
He stares at the wolf that is circling around him, keeping his piercing gaze on him, waiting for an opening.
He has to do something and he has to do it fast. He sees the first beams of light and decides to go for his last attack.
He leaves his guard open as he runs toward the wolf. If he is going to die he is going to take the wolf with him. This way both sides will be equal again. He holds his sword with both hands and performs a full charged spin attack. The wolf dodges and jumps upward to counter from the air, mouth open and teeth ready to tore through bone and flesh all together.
That’s the opening he needed. He drops his sword and draws his hidden blades out. The wolf was in the midair and he couldn’t dodge this one. But it would cost him his head to be chopped off by those sharp teeth.
He needs to position his body right for this to work and he only has one shot. He is going to make it count then, for his fallen soldiers and for his people.
He points the blades at the wolf’s chest and stares at the crimson orbs. It looks like they were trying to pierce through him. He isn’t grinning for the first time. It didn’t matter at this point anyway. They were both goners.
Just two more inches and the blades would tear through the wolf’s heart, but he is taken by surprise when the wolf transforms back to the blond man and catches his hands in his iron grip as he lands on top of him, pinning his hands on either sides of his head and keeping him down by his weight.
He has failed in his last plan and now he had no strength or time left to fight the wolf any longer. The sunlight was reaching them fast and he knew he couldn’t do anything but waiting for his bitter end to come.
He gives it his last struggle against the strong grip. Earning himself nothing but a very sharp pain shooting through his body, leaving him groaning in pain under the wolf intense gaze.
He accepts his defeat and stops struggling slowly, staring back at the crimson eyes above him. He expected to face the blond grinning in his victory but there isn’t any trace of a grin or even a smirk on the man’s face. The blond, currently on top of him, has a fade concentrated frown on his face instead.
When the blond catches his eyes in an intense stare he feels the pain is subducted in his body under an extraordinary heat creeping to him from the warm body of the blond on top of him. He doesn’t get it. Why is he hesitating now when he can kill him right there? Why his bickering has stopped? Did he finally run out of insults to throw at him? That seems impossible.
“What are you waiting for? Finish this already.” The prince says between gritted teeth.
The frown on the blond’s face turns into a small amused smile.
“You stubborn shit. You didn’t drink the blood again? What are you? A masochism?” the wolf sounds so out of character. Why has he become this gentle all of the sudden? It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t matter anyway. The sunlight is few feet away now. He lets his breath out slowly and relaxes his body, ready to meet his end head on.
It pulls a frown out of the blond.
“Not so fast little prince.” The blond says as he sinks his teeth in to his bottom lip. A drop of blood makes its way down his chin before he draws his lip into his mouth.
He stares at the blood. It’s too late for that. Even if it heals his wounds he will be burnt down by sun. so he doesn’t fight when the blond bends down to hover above him, their faces are just two inches apart. The blond is staring at him, searching for something, maybe any sign of struggle. When he sees none he closes the distance between them.
He feels the blond’s soft lips on his chapped ones and can’t stop his eyes from shutting. He feels the grip on his right hand lightens and then is completely gone. The blond’s fingers then find his chin and pull it down for him to open up his mouth. In his dazed state he doesn’t fight back and parts his lips. The blood flows into his mouth from the other mouth attached to his. The metallic taste fills his senses and fuels up his thirst. The blond uses his distraction and bites down on his bottom lip, drawing out his blood. That stings enough to pull him out of the fog in his head at some levels. But he is thrown back into it when a heated tongue makes it past his parted lips and starts to explore and tangle with his own. Their bloods get mixed by the dance of the blond’s tongue in his mouth. The hand on his chin moves down to his throat and makes him swallow up the blood mixture. The taste on his tongue feels like heaven. He had not experienced something like this in his life. Wasn’t the werewolves’ blood supposed to taste bitter as hell? So why is his blood taster like something he wouldn’t get enough of? Is it something special about him since he was the one who completed the dragon blood quest? He thinks he doesn’t care. He just wants to have more. So he gulps another mouthful of the wonderful liquid as he opens his eyes slightly to stare at the crimson orbs above him through the half lidded eyes. This feels so good. He thinks he can get drunk on this. However, this doesn’t last long. The spell is broken when the blond disconnects their bloody lips while keeping the eye contact. Todoroki pursues his lips in his drunken state but stops himself when he notices something even more unbelievable than the taste of the blond’s lips on his. The sun!!! It’s shining brightly in the sky and he hasn’t turned to ashes yet. This snaps him out of his dizziness completely. There is no pain throbbing through his body either. The blond has slowly backed away and is sitting up straight again, watching him intently and very much naked! He averts his gaze on his hand as he slowly rises on his elbow. The pain in his body was gone completely as he looks down to find the bite mark healing and disappearing fast. He search for word but finds none. What happed just now?
“Amazing, isn’t it?”
“W… Wha… What happed?” It wasn’t his voice but it was his question.
The wolf turns his head and returns to grinning.
“I saved the fucking princess. That’s what happpend.”
He answers the astonished court member with his brand mark wild grin.
He turns his head as well and is met with his father’s furious face. Oh great!
His father is mad and if he hasn’t been killed by the blond’s hands he is going to be killed by his father’s. Cause he is a total failure and a disappointment to the vampires.
At least the war will be over. And his men are safe too.
‘But it can’t be the end’ Something in his gut tells him. his father wasn’t the kind to accept defeat that easily.
It’s then that he sees it.
The rows of archers surrounding the field above the stony walls, taking cover in the forest’s shadows. Their silver arrows shining under the weak dawn’s sunlight. He gets it then… he was the sacrificial pawn. His father was planning to kill the wolf if he has won the fight.
When he sees the bows get charged he returns his gaze back on the blond’s face. He is looking at the sky, not paying attention to the danger threatening his life. What is he doing?
He opens his mouth to say something, maybe warns him or pulls his attention back to his surrounding… something… anything… but a big shadow falls on them from the sky and catches his and everyone’s attention at once. And he is speechless.
He can’t believe his eyes as he watches the big shadow gets closer to them by any second.
Was it supposed to happen every time he is with one specific blond haired man? Does he have to leave him speechless with eyes wide open in wonder from the scene that is displaying itself in front of him?
And this time it is a fucking DRAGON for gods’ sake! A, REAL, FLYING, FUCKING, DRAGON, coming down to land beside them.
It’s huge with red scales. It lands with a loud thud and the ground beneath them trembles from it.
“Archers… FIRE!” he hears his father shouts at the archers and turns his head around just on time to see the arrows are flying toward the blond and then his view is blocked by red wide wings.
The sound of crashing metal and stone rings in his ears repeatedly.
He hesitantly brings his gaze up to see the blond already staring down at him and a very huge dragon head breathing out smoke right above him.
If he was speechless before, he feels thoroughly out of his mind now.
All of these were just merely stories to him a few weeks prior but now he is pinned down under an ancient werewolf warrior and a giant dragon has tented its body around them both. Of course he would feel out of his mind right now.
“Kirishima!”
The crimson eyed man above him keeps their eye contact as he calls out that name. the name is foreign to him but when the dragon moves in response he figures out It’s the chosen name for the red beast.
He can’t make out what is happening outside because his view is blocked by the dragon’s wings and the blond’s body is also pinning him down still, but he can hear the dragon’s fiery roars and some panicked shouting.
His eyes widen in alarm. The dragon was killing his people? After all of the things he has gone through he can’t let them die now!
Before he can do anything the blond’s hands are on him again, pinning his arms on either sides of his head, face in the crook of his neck. He can feel the blond’s warm breath heating his skin, giving him goosebumps.
“Chill down little prince. You still wanna save them even though they aimed for your death as well?”
He tries to find back his voice but the blond doesn’t give him any time to answer as he whispers directly into his ear with warm breath of his.
“Don’t worry. Kirishima is no killer.”
His struggle stops there. It’s like the man above him poured cold water on the flames devouring him. and has started a new one. One different from the first.
He becomes limb in his arms, head dizzy and unable to form any coherent thoughts when the blond lightly nibs on his neck. He losses the track of time and when he takes a hold of himself and gets some of his senses back again is when the blond withdraws from his space and stands up to grab a pair of pants from the dragon’s claw, leaving him on the ground, still feeling cloud-minded.
The dragon isn’t tenting them anymore but they are surrounded by tall walls of fire separating them from the vampire army around them by burning the trees around the field and destroying their shadows, making the vampire archers retreat out of range of firing.
The blond warrior keeps his eyes on his for a few more seconds before breaking the eye contact and turning around to face a very furious vampire king, standing on the other side of firewalls in the forest’s shadows.
“See what I meant when I said the assholism runs in the family? But you my friend just took it to another level. I thought we had a deal! I’m very disappointed in you the great vampire king. You don’t even hesitate to sacrifice your own son if you can have what you want. Anyway… it seems like I won the duel fairly enough so I would like to see you even try to flare back the war or defy the deal more than you already have and then you gonna see me again and I will make sure that I will be the last thing you see before I kick you into land of death myself.”
The aura becomes so intense that every one takes a step back. He can’t see the blond’s expression but his words hold a darkness inside them that gives him the chills.
When the blond is sure he had made his point very clear he eases up the atmosphere by letting out his wild grin.
“Oh… And before I forget… Since I saved your pretty little prince's life I’m taking him with me. If you have any protest you have to deal with my little dragon over here… but I don’t think vampires and fire would mix that when. With all of that considered is there any volunteers?”
To emphasize the blond’s point, the dragon lets out a fiery breath that cause another panic wave through the army.
Shouto snaps out of the dazed state upon hearing those words. Taking him? With him? Where?
“I volunteer!”
There is a shout coming from the other side of the firewall. Shouto becomes alert immediately when he recognizes Yaoyorozu’s sound.
Her sound stops the blond on his track toward the prince. He turns around to find out who the brave soldier is but is intrupted by the prince’s calm voice.
“There is no need for that. I’m going with the werewolf.” He says as he slowly rises to his feet. And then meets the crimson eyes and continues. “As he said, he has saved my life. I owe him that much.”
The blond arches his brow at that a little tug at the corner of his mouth. Then his jumps on the dragons back and turns his head to look at him again, with something strange in his eyes.
He holds out a hand towards him then.
“Then let’s get the hell out of here Shouto.”
His breath is hitched upon hearing his name rolling out of the blond’s mouth. Something in his voice makes it irresistible for him. And then his hand is in the blond’s and he is pulled on the dragon’s back by that strong hold.
When he places himself in front of the blond he turns his head to find Yaoyorozu’s worried eyes.
He smiles and nods slightly at her reassuring her about his decision.
The next thing he knows is that he is in the skies, flying on a freaking dragon, between two strong arms that belonged to a man who has changed his life forever.
And weirdly enough he doesn’t mind it that much.
…
The dragon flies above the clouds for some time before descending to lower heights only to amaze him with the perfect view of the very green forest and distant mountains. He has never seen something like this in his life before. Soon he has sobered up by the fresh and cold air hitting his face and he can fully enjoy the ride of his life.
The toned arms around him loosen their hold and allow him to lean over the dragon’s neck for a full view.
This was perfect. He is so mesmerized by his surrounding that he loses the track of time and forgets the grumpy blond behind him but he is soon reminded of him when the dragon takes a fast leap to land in front of a cave entrance and the toned arms are tangled around him tightly again to prevent him from falling. Not that something like that would kill him; he just didn’t fancy the long fall and the sharp landing.
When the dragon lands on the solid ground again the arms are removed from his waist as the blond jumps down of the dragon’s back.
It takes him few second to follow. He feels unsteady on his feet again. It’s like he has died and was reborn again. The feeling of the sun on his skin is foreign yet welcoming. This reminds him just how many questions he has from the blond werewolf.
He turns his head in search of the said werewolf and finds him walking through the cave’s entrance. He opens his mouth to call after him but is cut short with the loud shouting of the blond.
“Hey bastards. I’m back and I’m done with the deal. You better be off my tail now.”
He stops on his track and looks around to see who exactly the blond is talking to?
“There is no need to make a fuss Kacchan.” A calm and cheerful voice fills the air as a greenhead man appears out of the cave. His smile is so bright and peaceful that he immediately feels at ease. The tension is long gone. The short man’s eyes lands on him and the smile on his face flatters slightly.
“Oh! You have brought a guest.” The sweat man says, refreshing his smile.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Midoriya.” The man greets him politely, offering his hand that he takes.
“Todoroki. Todoroki Shotou.” He greets back, shaking his hand.
The grumpy blond walks passed them, grunting.
“Enough greeting Deku, I’m not here for chit chats. I did what you asked me so you should hold your end of the deal as well. I want you and all of your folks off of my back for at least two centuries.”
Deku???
Does he mean the young god of peace? The one who had ended the great war in both human and immortal world?
“But Kacchan, you can’t deny your duties that long. I can let you slip for a century though.” The shorter man announces, facing the taller one this time.
“I never wanted those damned duties in the first place.” The blond growls back.
“then you shouldn’t have become a god in the first place.” The geen head retorts, widening his smile. That seems to fuels up the blond even more.
It looks like they are about to go at it any moment now.
He opens his mouth, hesitantly to say something in hope of breaking the heavy tension in the air but there is too much information processing in his head for him to be able to form any kind of proper sentences. All he could manage would be a cofounded “What the HELL?” and surely that wouldn’t be that appropriate in the presence of not one but two gods.
“Hey Hey Hey! Guys cool it down. You are freaking out our guest.”
Another new voice joins them. He turns around to see a smiling redhead behind him.
“Hello there Kirishima. How have you been?”
The green head greets the newcomer, but Shouto’s mind is wandering somewhere in the middle of that sentence… Kirishima?... Wasn’t that Bakugou’s dragon’s name?
Holy Shit!!!
He stares at the half naked red head and two small red wings on his back with wide eyes as he takes a step back.
“Don’t worry half ‘n half. He doesn’t bite.” The blond says in a mocking tone. He bites back his tongue remembering that the blond man is actually a god and not his prisoner. That makes him bite down harder, remembering what he did to him in that time. He is screwed, isn’t he?
The dragon man frowns playfully.
“Don’t tease him Bakugou.” Kirishima says before turning his head toward him and continuing. “I hope you enjoyed the ride here.”
He is still too confounded from all of these but he still manages a small “Yeah thanks.”
“Kacchan. We have to talk.” The green head god says with a worried and carful smile.
And he should cause the blond blows up upon hearing that.
“NO we DON’T. I did my part of the deal and I did it without any bloodbath as you asked. Now do your part and get those damned bastard off of my back.” The blond says starting to walk away.
“Kacchan this isn’t about our deal. We need to talk about what you did, going on the dragon journey. The gods aren’t happy about you defying their rules.” The god of peace says trying to keep his voice down.
The blond turns around stepping in the shorter man’s space, spitting out his words with too much force and the same dark aura from when he was facing his father.
“Well, tell them the God of victory said they can go fuck themselves. I don’t give a damn about their rules and they can’t turn to me every time they feel the walls of their safe heaven are shattering. I was there every time to lend a hand and every damn time I was the one paying the heavy price instead of them. So from now on I’m doing this for myself and if they want to keep their UA (Olympus) safe then they better move their asses and do it themselves cause I’m done doing it for them. I’m done paying the price for their sake.” He claws a golden neckless around his neck. “Go tell them I ain’t a believer anymore,” he tears the chain as he tugs the neckless, throwing it in the other’s man’s chest. He marches out of the cave with that. The shorter man grasps the neckless and follows the other out of the cave shouting “Kacchan please.”
Shouto stays behind with the red head half-dragon man and finally the words spill out of his mouth. “What the hell just happened?”
This earns an awkward laugh out of the remaining man.
“Well that’s a long story. Even I don’t know the whole story, but what I heard during our companionship is that he has lost someone very important to him during the great war. He took the dragon journey to somehow bring that person back. We met back then. He fought me for two days and nights until he exhausted me enough for me to transform back to my human form and then he knocked me out and entered the underworld to make a deal with the infamous eraserhead, the god of death, which no one, other than those two, is aware of. Since that day forward when he spared my life I was by his side whenever he needed me but I couldn’t figure out who it was that he lost. Apparently the god of peace knew that person as well and is worried about the deal Bakugou made with eraserhead but he won’t spill it out. We don’t even know if he was successful in convincing the god of death to agree to his terms but knowing Bakugou’s unique intelligence he probably was and that’s what is worrisome.”
The redhead fells silent when two arguing voices reach the cave entrance.
“I will keep them off your tail for the next two centuries Kacchan but you have to attend this meeting. I promise it’s the last for 200 years ahead.” The green head god pleads hopefully and the grumpy one growls in frustration.
“Fine.” He says before turning to face the other two present men. “I’m going off for a few hours to meet up with some douchebags you can go back shitty hair.”
Kirishima smiles brightly and waves his hand at them heading out of the cave. “I’m off then. Come pay me a visit sometime in the current decade man.”
The blond looks away waving a hand back, ending the short conversation with an indifference “Whatever.”
The blond touches a neckless around his neck and a white portal appears on the cave’s wall. He recognizes the neckless. It was the same one he has thrown at Midoriya’s chest a few minutes ago.
When the blond is about to step in to the portal, his brain gets back to work again.
What about him? What was he supposed to do?
“Wait!” he calls after the blond god. The man turns around upon hearing him.
They lock eyes but this time there is no frown or grin on that face. He looks tired and frustrated. There is a heavy silence hanging in between them when the blond decides to break it with the lowest tone he has ever heard out of his mouth. It sounds so calm it almost feels unreal. “What is it?”
He is lost in the softness of the tone that for a moment he forgets what he wanted to ask. He opens his mouth and asks with the same tone at last. “What about me?”
“What about you?” The blond asks back.
“Should I stay here until your return?” he asks hesitantly.
“Do as you wish half ‘n half. You’re no captive. You’re free to stay or leave.” The blond answers as he turns around and steps into the portal.
Before he can say anything else the portal is closed behind the blond god.
“Well I guess you will get used to that soon enough. He’s… well… he is Bakugou.” The red head says before saying his farewell to him and the other god, taking off to the skies once again in his dragon form.
He is now alone with the god of peace himself… well talking about awkward.
“I’m sure you have so many questions prince Todoroki. I will see if I can lift up some of the confusion, burdening your thoughts.” the greenhead god says as he walks towards him.
“Do you have any specific question in mind?” he asks.
Todoroki’s mind races through the enormous amount of questions running in his head. He can’t decide where to begin. The spiky haired blond was such an enigma that would take forever to figure out.
“Who was it?” his tongue moves on his own.
Midoriya’s eyes grow wide with that but he regain his composure soon enough. “Oh… I see that Kirishima already filled you up a little bit. Well… what did he tell you?”
He feels a little embarrassed but not enough to kill down his curiosity. “He told me he has lost someone of great importance to him during the great war that happened centuries ago. And he is trying to get that person back with something related to the dragon blood journey and a deal with the god of death.”
Midoriya hums and motions for Shouto to walk with him. he obeys.
“And now you’re questioning that person’s identity?” the shorter man asks him and he nods slightly in return.
“It’s not really my place to answer that part; you should ask Bakugou about that but I can share my part of story. Do you have time to spare cause this gonna take a while and I don’t wanna occupy you if you need to be somewhere?” Midoriya says walking mm by his side.
“Well I don’t have anywhere to be right now.” He answers, keeping up with the shorter man’s steps.
“Well then… were should I begin?... tell me this prince Todoroki, How much do you know about the great war of UA?”
He gives the god a side look before he answers.
“You mean the one that was ended when you became the God of Peace?”
The god of peace gives him a sad smile.
“It’s not like that. I was just a face they gave to the world to know as their hero, just a symbol. The true heroes, the ones I used to fight by their side, didn’t accept the title or didn’t make it out of the last battle. The ones who did, were too broken from the war and decided to be done with it. One of those heroes who I had the honor to fight by, was the person you are asking of. A true hero and one of the best friends I ever had.”
His gaze falls on the ground and his eyes grow darker. It’s like the memory burdens his shoulders heavily but he continues.
“I was a child when the war began. It was when the pervious god of peace, All might, went missing. It was told that he had a big fight with the god of war (AFO) and defeated him but he also was killed in the fight as well. With the two of the gods’ positions being empty the world broke down in chaos. Apparently everyone was trying to get their places for themselves but the king of the gods, Nezu, has set a condition to achieve the positions among the gods and the condition was to end the war. That triggered another series of bloodshed. War after war in the name of stopping the war. Bakugou and I were childhood friends and we both looked up to All might and admired him. We both wanted to become someone like him so when we heard about the condition we set for a journey, a journey to gain information, experience and allies. Apparently the god of war also didn’t leave his position without successor. He had someone in line to inherit his infamous legacy and spread chaos all around the word. His name was Shigaraki. He was ruthless, cruel and had an army of unholy creatures that followed him blindly and allies that were thirsty for blood and death. He was the one who started the great war back then and we were supposed to stop it so that our worth would be proven. We started to gather allies to fight off the unholy creatures of Shigaraki that were set free all around the world. It was then that we met that person. You know how Bakugou can be at first expressions… all intimating and dangerous… it usually would put our friends on edge but that person didn’t budge by his loud and rude attitude. It was a hard blow to Bakugou’s ego when the guy stood up to him and announced that he also is there to complete the quest that were set by the gods to bring peace back to the people under the rule of that country, since that person was also a part of royal family and it was a duty of royals from birth to make their people live in peace. Long story shortened, the rivalry between them slowly changed to something completely different along the way of our journey. They didn’t talk about it but we all could tell that they have become close enough to trust each other with their lives on the line in battles.”
There was a long pause and the pain expresses itself on Midoriya’s face.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.” He says carefully.
“No, It’s better to be me than Bakugou. The memory will kill him inside every time.”
He is shocked by that. What had happened to make the greenhead god looks so agonized.
“What happened to that person?”
Midoriya looks at the sky and stops walking.
“There was an incident when we defeated the main army of Shigaraki by our united army of allies. You should have seen those two. They shined like the sun on the battlefield. They were unstoppable together and they knew it. We were celebrating our victory and making plans to head towards UA and see who had won the god titles. It was then that Shigaraki made his last move. Bakugou was taken by his men and the attack on UA had started. We rushed there to watch to our utter horror what exactly that crazy bastard was planning. He had put Bakugou under his spell and made him to inherit the power of the god of war while his filthy creatures were set lose all over the UA, slaughtering everything they saw. Nezu tried to stop them but Shigaraki put Bakugou against him. The years of constant fighting and strategizing added by the abilities of the god of war gave Bakugou the upper hand. We were too late to stop it from happening. We arrived to see Nezu’s defeat at Bakugou’s hands. The person you want to know about, was the the only one running to Bakugou on sight. Even though he knew he wasn’t in control anymore. When we finally could make it through the army of unholy creatures it was already too late to stop the disaster. Bakugou was on his knees with the one he cared for the most, bleeding to death in his arms. It has broken the spell on Bakugou and with realization drowning on him it also broke his whole being. I still can hear Bakugou’s agonized screams. They are as clear and as loud as that moment, ringing through my ears every night like it has happened just yesterday. It was then that I first saw him cry with that person’s name on his tongue, begging to not be left alone, saying that he is sorry and will do anything if the one he loves stay with him. That was the first time they confessed their love to each other and unfortunately it became their last time as well when they got separated by their first and last kiss. Bakugou was furious but he laid his beloved on the ground as gently as he could as he said goodbye and then he turned around to lock eyes with Shigaraki across the battlefield, unleashing the true power of the god of war. We watched in awe as he tore his way through the whole army of creatures in a blink of an eye. It was a blood bath under his feet. Both gods and enemies were watching in terror as he single-handedly took down Shigaraki’s army. He didn’t give Shigaraki any chance as he sent him flying into a portal opened to the land of Midnight, the goddess of torture, and cursed the portal to never gets opened again for him. after that he returned and took his love on his hands and left the UA ground to hold a proper memorial. The gods were terrified and didn’t want him back so when he returned weeks later to give back the title that was stained by his beloved’s blood nobody objected him. He didn’t even accept to compete against me for the title of God of Peace he used to admire so much. He just asked me to give the people of his beloved’s country the peace that his love had promised them. He only took responsibility for the loss of Nezu and accepted to attend the duties of the god of victory as long as the title of the king would go to someone else that is chosen by UA gods. That was how the god of wisdom, Iida or Ingenium became the king. Since then the other gods use his guilt to make him do their jobs. Like now that they sent him to end the war between werewolves and vampires since he is one of the werewolves’ ancestors. However, I was surprised that he ended it in peace at my request rather that brutal victory.”
They are now sitting on a stone outside the cave and the sun is almost in the middle of the sky.
It was heartbreaking to listen to the blond’s life story. The god of peace let out a weary sigh as he raised up to his feet.
“Bakugou doesn’t like talking about his past so it would be kind of you to not mention it in front of him either.”
Shouto nods in his speechless state, still trying to wrap his mind around the tragic backstory of the wild man.
“I gotta go make sure the peace is kept. I know you are free to go but can I ask you not to return to your people, at least until the war is officially over?”
“Don’t worry. I have no plan to go back there anytime soon.”
He takes a look at the sun and whisper in answer.
The green head god nods back in acknowledgement, seems also lost in his own thoughts, and then he is gone, disappeared in another white portal.
He sits there for a while, enjoying the chill breeze and the warm sunlight. It feels nice.
And there it is again! The blond god’s face invading his mind looking at him with those crimson eyes.
He stares back at them, trying to find out what are they hiding behind the wild storm.
“Hey! Why are you still here half ‘n half?”
Oh… Apparently it wasn’t a mental image. The blond is really in front of him.
“Yeah. You didn’t specifically tell me to leave.”
The blond stares at him for a few seconds before shrugging.
“Whatever asshole.”
He says dropping beside him and crossing his arms.
There is a heavy silence hanging between them.
It was the best time to ask the blond some of his questions. The ones that don’t hint back at his past of course.
“Why did you bring me with you?”
The blond gives him a side look and after a pause he finally decides to answer him.
“you looked out of place there. Also taking your fathers wining piece would make him consider the truce more seriously. It was either taking you with me or killing you on spot. But you know that I’m against wasting beauty like that.”
The blond finishes with a grin and he frowns in return.
“Yeah, really charming!”
He hears a snore in response and there is another silence but not as heavy as before.
“Why can I walk under the sun?”
The grin spreads on the blond’s face even more.
“It’s because you enjoyed my lips too much.”
The prince is gotten off guard and blushes slightly at the mention of those soft lips against his. He catches himself before he gets more invested in that memory.
He hears a series of muffled chuckles and glares at the blond.
“What? You said it’s charming.”
The half-smile on the blond’s face prevents him from another glare.
“It’s the blood.” The blond says after the few seconds of intense eye contact. Shouto blinks back to reality as the blond breaks the eye contact to continues. “The mixture of your blood with a god’s blood blesses you with power. In your case I gave you the power to walk under sunlight.”
“Was the kiss really necessary then?” the prince asks still blushing lightly.
Bakugou stares at him with a small amused smirk.
“Not really. But you weren’t exactly cooperative back then and the pleasure was a plus… so I thought why not?... you seemed to enjoy it as well so stop bitching about it.”
It looks like the blond is trying to make the blush permanent on him.
“I… I didn’t… It… It was just… I wasn’t… I haven’t been kissed before that’s all.”
This finally gets a reaction out of blond that isn’t in mocking manner… an arched brow and a half-smile.
“Is that so, halfie? Then you can take honor for having a God as your first kiss.” An evil smirk forms on his lips as he continues. “And also for the second.”
Before Shouto’s mind can process the words the other’s lips are playing with his, bringing him back to the same high feeling he had when he was first kissed by the blond. So he kisses back this time too, getting drunk on the heat gathering in his chest, almost making him feel like he has a heartbeat that is rising rapidly in his chest.
When the blond separates their lips and lays their forehead together, he barely hears a low ‘Welcome back love.’ whispered against his lips. It was so lull that he thinks he has imagined it.
The blond stands up after that, walking up to the edge of the cliff that was a few feet away from them. Shouto is still dazed but follows him with his eyes. There is another silence between them that the blond breaks.
“So what it is gonna be? You will go back to daddy or you have something else in mind?”
Shouto’s blessed out aura is broken completely by the mention of his father.
“I never was a daddy’s boy so I’m not going back to him to give him the chance to start up the war again.”
“So what is your plan?” Bakugou asks turning around to glance at him.
Todoroki thinks for a few seconds. He really didn’t have anything in mind. But he has a picture… a picture from the time he spent with his mother, listening to her stories of the great adventurers. He wants that!
“Well I really haven’t been out here that much. Now that I have the freedom I would like to explore around, have some adventures of my own… you seem to have seen a lot, considering your history you must have been around for more that thousands years. So I hope you don’t mind me tagging along on some of your journeys.”
He expects the blond to frown and reject him immediately but he is faced with that wild grin.
“You sure your slow ass can keep up?” the blond roars with challenge clear in his voice.
He is already used to that so he smiles back with an arched brow.
“Yeah. I’m more worried about you, old man.”
The offended frown on the blond’s man satisfies an itch, deep inside him, he didn’t know that had existed before.
“Huh?... Who are you calling an old man fucking half ‘n half?” the wolf man roars in reply. “I will show you, asshole. You will be eating my dust for the next century.”
He says returning to the edge. The field below them is filled with long plants. Bakugou gives him one last challenging look over his shoulder.
“Don’t fall too far behind. Shouto.” And he jumps down as he starts to transform to a full wolf.
Shouto smiles and jumps after him, answering him in his head.
‘I won’t, Katsuki.’
And something inside him adds ‘Not anymore.’ As he starts running after the ashen furred wolf.
They run through the field side by side just for the sake of the feeling of the freedom, without any particular destination in mind.
It didn’t matter. It felt right, righter than he has felt in his entire life, like he belonged by the blond’s side this entire time.
Good thing he had no intention of leaving his side anytime soon.
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FINE
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