Todobaku Angst

my king

                ; Shoto Todoroki x Katsuki Bakugo

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' a pawn in his game of chess, falling into the hands of a king not of his own.

   damned weilder of death, Shoto, walked the surface of the world with one mission engraved into his skull; to serve his saviour with his life. to throw his humanity for the entertainment of his dearest was his role, his purpose. it had been like this for the majority of his soulless life — without a care in the lives of others, he'd stood by his 'king' and deliver what was asked of him without a twitch of hesitation or a word of argument.

   to be wooed by a king from a land unknown, to be swept away by a mere man incomparable to his beautiful dear, to fall into the hands of a being of love, swayed by his feelings which he'd known to be taboo —
he could almost laugh at the thought. almost.

   instead, he could just cry.

   how could he have let his guard around a king, who was infamous for turning his enemies to her allies, who came to be the most despised rival of his own goddess?

  Shoto could only reason it as, because his whole presence compelled him to.

   every part of this woman demanded for his attention. His kind eyes, soft voice, his kindness and compassion towards others. it was everything and anything his supposed goddess wasn't; and he was beyond intrigued.

   he was drawn in the second he'd set eyes on him, and he'd kept falling down the rabbit hole of the beautiful queen of hearts as time carried on its little cycle.

   . . .

   "my king,"

  Shoto's voice would cut through the tension in the room, almost startling the fair male seated across from him.

   he'd only look at her expecting an answer, heterochromic-coloured eyes intently observing the beauty he'd display so effortlessly.spiky ash blonde hair flowing up above his shoulders, deep crimson eyes skimming over the paged of the book he held, body worthy of comparison to that of a mythical goddess sitting calmly on the massive red chair made of the finest cushions and wood —

   gosh, was he in too deep. it was almost impossible to keep his eyes off of him.

   "hm?"

   a tiny hum came from Katsuki, his fine hands closing the book on his lap, his eyes averting to lock eyes with the male cleared his throat, swallowing the lump down before speaking once again.

   "you're beautiful," he'd start, pushing off the wooden chair he sat on and made his way to the king. slowly, he sat back down on the floor in front of where he sat, eyes never breaking from the other's deep red. "perfect, compassionate, full of life..."

   "where are you going with this?" Katsuki questioned, taking his gloves off before his lithe fingers traced over his jaw.

  Shoto hummed, the simply gesture almost melting him into pure bliss, "someone so good, so flawless... entertaining someone like me? why?"

  Shoto stops, then sighs through his nose. both hands now held the man's head by the cheeks, leading Shoto down to lie his head on his lap. the exquisitely designed night gown painted in mahogany red and shining gold tickled the side of his face. softer than any pillow he'd lie own, he thought.

   "you're beautiful, too," the king mumbled under his breath, only loud enough for saeran to hear. goodness, he could almost sleep with how delicate his voice sounded.

   "death, strife, chaos; they're not beautiful." Shoto simply answered, to which Katsuki shook his head to.

   "they're beautiful in their own way — you're beautiful in your own way," he's sigh, hands now combing through the silver and red locks of death himself. "i wouldn't have taken you in if you weren't the way i see you, if you were beyond my repair."

  Shoto sat up straight and lifted his head from the king's lap, lidded multicolored hues returning to logk gazes with the king's deep pools of crimson. a shy smile stretched across the man's face, solemn eyes looked as if they're searching for a sliver of bluff or a hint of hesitation on his face. a loving look was shot back at him from the king, and he'd almost break down and cry about how absolute he was.

   "i don't deserve you..." he sighed.

   "you deserve all of me." Katsuki smiled.

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   𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜.

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