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Bakugo Katsuki the barbarian prince lays in the underground prison of the demon capitol. Chest heaving as he gasps for breath after the hell he just went through. He had been kidnapped from a hunting trip and dragged here, kicking and screaming all the way.
Nothing worked though and they had beaten him so badly that he felt faint from the blood loss. Unable to do anything as he gasped and groaned on the prison floor. Not even understanding why this is happening to him. This act will essentially send both of the barbarian tribes and the demon kingdom to war with each other. Why the hell do demons want to go to war in the first place? They should still be in recovery from the war with the Todoroki kingdom.
The only reason he could manage to muster up as to why is that they think the war with the barbarians will be far easier to win then to continue with the Todoroki Kingdom. Fury ignites him as he thinks of these stupid demons underestimating him at all. He tries to get up but falls back down as he irritates his injuries. Blood staining his already ruined clothing.
He collapsed back to the ground only to hear chuckling from above. His head already whirling from his last attempt to stand he could only meekly turn his head to see who was mocking him. His mind races at the sight of someone he had long since forgotten about. Midoriya Izuku stood there with his sweet and unassuming smile with his dark and dangerous horns laying on top of his head. Izuku his old playmate has changed drastically and yet not at all in the years they had been apart.
“You look like trash, Kachan,” Izuku says his voice sweet but not stuttering like he would have done previously.
“Oh fuck off, I know you’ve looked worse,” he spat back. Carefully sitting up with the help of the wall, so he could preserve some kind of dignity, while flipping him off.
“Hm, I suppose so. Are you hungry?” Izuku replies not perturbed in the slightest.
“Depends on what you’ve got Deku,” at the old insult Izuku smiles at him. It shakes him for a moment at just how creepy it looks but he maintains his composure.
“Well we have a lot of food that you will like, Kachan. We even have meat and vegetables for you to devour. Just a small favor in return alright?”
“What? What do you want from me?” Katsuki cringes at the thought of any favor from a demon but if he is to survive then he needs to regain his strength.
“Behave. No causing a fuss. If you go up and eat with everyone you will understand that you a political prisoner, alright?”
“Go up? You’ll let me out?” how thrilling if he could leave this prison then he could escape.
“Sure with some safety measures for you and everyone else.”
“Alright. I won’t cause a fuss.”
“Perfect lets get you out of those blood stained clothing and into something more appropriate,” he clapped his hands together firmly once, summoning a couple servants that appear by his side.
The servants said nothing as they strip him and wash him. The dress his wounds and then they dress him. Izuku stood there saying nothing but watching it all silently. Katsuki feels embarrassed at being so exposed but the thought of food kept his mouth shut.
Leaving the jail cell he realizes that the clothing they put on him is quite constricting. He is unable to freely move his arms and legs, only able to make small movements. Izuku does not say anything about this as they continue on a snails pace to the banquet.
Sitting down at the spot besides Izuku, he freezes at the centerpiece. Unable to say anything as Izuku begins a speech to all his fellow demons. A speech of power and vanquishing. A speech about victory over the barbarians. Katsuki said nothing to shocked at the sight of his parents and their fellow leaders heads on sticks in the middle of the table.
Could not do anything as Izuku declares that they are getting married. Fucking hell it hadn’t even been two weeks. What the hell happened? Katsukis thoughts were in a turmoil as the demons around him cheer.
Izuku for his part just continues to smile at him. Lifting his fork to his mouth to feed him every now and then.
“How? Why?”
“I am the demon prince. My mother may have been from the country side but my father is very much not. I have a lot of sway into getting what I want. Why I did this? Simple, I love you.”
“No you don’t. You wouldn’t have done this if you love me.”
“Why not? Because it is cruel to have done this to you? A demon takes Kachan and I have taken you because I love you so much.” He presses a small sweet kiss on his mouth. Katsuki could not say anything more as tears began spills from his eyes, wishing he just stayed inside his blood stained prison just a little more.