Katsuki x Ikari - King's Duty

[NicTheDjinn]

The barbarian king, Bakugou Katsuki.

Towns, cities, kingdoms had fallen and been crushed beneath his boot, a dragon shifter by his side to enforce his power. For all he was deadly, loud and abrasive; he was also known for his love of a fair battle. His hatred of anyone giving him less than their best. He was a fair king, beloved by his people, and feared by any who dared defy him. His dedication to his duties as king were unparalleled, to the point no one even questioned why he didn't have a partner to rule beside him and have his children.

Surely, a king such as Bakugou was too busy ruling to have a queen or child get in his way.

Yet, he'd returned to his kingdom after a month's worth of travel, a girl at his side. Young and beautiful, of course, but still a shock to all those that knew him. Looks were never a deciding factor for him in anything, despite he himself being considered quite an attractive king. So what had compelled him to finally take a bride? Perhaps seeing all the other royals settling. Perhaps the fact that his one of his advisors had a child on the way. Maybe he just wanted someone to warm his bed. Who could ever really know what made King Bakugou do anything? He was an enigma.

The wedding ceremony in his kingdom was always short, with mostly gifts and food to offer to the new pair before the party continued without them and the pair retired to their room to have their fun for the night as a married couple. Katsuki had made sure his newly crowned queen met with his closer advisors and friends, before he lead her away to their new room.

The door closed behind him and, as though warded by magic, the loud noise of the party fell completely silent, as though there weren't a soul in his castle.

"My queen." He murmured, finally turning to her as his wedding cape fell to the floor. "What would you like to do?" He wasn't much for asking what others wanted first, but this was different. This was his wife; his queen. He had to treat her as such.

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Princess Tenrousei Ikari had never really been sought after. She was the best fighter the clans had seen in a long while, and that was usually all the others needed in order to stay away from her. It didn't matter that she was also beautiful, and smart, and a more than competent leader (even if she wasn't technically in charge yet.) They never saw any of that, because all that mattered to them was her strength. Normally, the wolves would look for a mate that was strong, but generally speaking, the men preferred to be the strong ones in a relationship. They wanted to be the protectors. When it came to her, they felt overshadowed. Because of this, the lupine princess had resolved to be alone for as long as it took for her father to bully someone into marrying her.

That was why, when she found herself pinned underneath the King Bakugou Katsuki during their friendly sparring match, she was completely taken off guard. Her wrists had been pinned to either side of her head, the dirt marring her usually snow white hair, ears, and tail. The both of them looked worse for wear, covered in small cuts, and early forming bruises. She hadn't lost a fight in actual years, and the fact that she just had, to this attractive man before her excited her in ways she didn't quite expect. It had been so long since she had a good fight. And then he asked her to marry him. This completely threw her off, and she couldn't quite understand what fueled the decision. Her father had agreed to it, though he didn't ask her if that was what she wanted. Ikari didn't fight the decision. It would get her out of here, and maybe she wouldn't be quite so lonely anymore.

In the time it took to travel back to what would be her new home, she tried figuring him out even a little bit. But, for the most part the didn't talk much, so learning more about him proved to be a difficult task. He never mistreated her, he was just silent... At least until they got closer to his kingdom. Then he told her about it, and found it oddly fascinating to listen to. His home sounded so much different than hers. He had told her that their weddings were short, which turned out to be true when they got there. The wedding was held in relatively short order, though she found that everyone treated her fairly, and with respect. She was still getting used to people making eye contact, and just being generally unafraid of her. She liked it.

It was that night that she wasn't quite prepared for. She and her new husband made their way to their shared chambers, and he asked her what she wanted to do. She wasn't expecting this question. She had known for quite some time what would be expected of her on her wedding night. But it had always been explained as if she didn't have a choice. Like any man she married would rush to get her pregnant to secure an heir as quickly as possible. But... Katsuki asked what she wanted to do. How did she even answer that? Her ears flattened slightly, and her golden eyes narrowed, conveying her confusion. She wasn't suspicious of his motives; She could smell deceit a mile away. It seemed Bakugou Katsuki would keep surprising her.

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Katsuki's face screwed up in confusion. Of course, he'd seen some of the innerworkings of the Tenrousei clans when he visited. He was never a fan of any of them. They left a bad taste in his mouth. Their women seemed to purposely act meeker than their men. Though they were nothing to scoff at either, a Tenrousei woman was not a person anyone wanted to cross, they still seemed to put on this front of weakness to get attention from men that may have even been weaker than them. Some useless little power trip, he supposed, to feed the pathetically fragile egos of the men of other neighboring kingdoms and townships.

Still, did they feed into those egos so much that their husbands even asking what they wanted came as such a surprise?

"I don't understand you not understanding. You're my wife? My fucking queen? You're my equal. So, what would you like to do?" he neared her, head tilting, scowl set on his tanned features. "If you want to rest, we can just go to sleep. If you want to talk, I suppose we can, but I'm not the best at conversations so that might not be that entertaining for you. If instead you'd want my mouth doing something more.... productive, then who am I to refuse my queen?" his lip lifted at the corner, amused, but it lowered just as quickly, settling back into a frown. "Or we could do nothing and just fucking stare at each other. Tonight, and every night from here, this room is ours. Which, if you missed it, means it's yours as well. Nothing happens if the both of us don't agree to it."