Stuck between kings-BHNA-

24~ Midoriya...

STUCK BETWEEN KING'S

-chapter 24-

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~3 years later~

izuku tucked his hair behind his ear after the wind had blown it

he exhaled deeply and enjoyed watering the roses

"Your majesty"

izuku turned around and smiled at the sight of his personal maid

"Yes lily?" He asked putting his watering pot down

"The dress fitting lady has come" Lily said

izuku sighed and took off his sun hat and handed it to a passing maid

"I really don't understand why shoto wants me to wear a wedding dress even though I am a man myself" izuku said to lily who walked behind izuku

"your majesty, The nobles wouldn't understand how a man is carrying a child so it's more believable if we say your a women" Lily said opening a door

izuku took a deep breath and greeted the lady who would be fitting izuku's dress

lily refused to let the lady help izuku in the dressing room as it would risk people knowing izuku was a man

hours passed by and it seemed like izuku couldn't pick any dreses that he liked

"Actually I like that one" izuku said looking at a dress on a manikin

"It's very elegant and royal like" Lily agreed

"would you like to try it on?" The lady beamed

izuku came out and showed the lady who was near tears at seeing her creation on a royal

"It's beautiful on you your majesty!!" The maids all clapped

izuku smiled warmly

"it also hides your small baby bump" Lily whispered to izuku in the fitting room as they were taking the dress off

"now now lily don't spoil the surprise" izuku chuckled

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shoto sat on the bed ready for some rest then izuku slammed the door open

"shoto I've already picked the dress!" izuku said smiling

shoto smiled looking at izuku."while you were playing dress up I've sent invitation letters"

izuku scoffed at the "dress up" , "who are you inviting?"

"all the nobles and any lower class nobles...and bakugo" shoto said

Izuku looked at shoto with a angry expression, shoto sighed and sat up on the bed

"he's not going to come, you know that izuku...only his wife and son will be attending" shoto said

izuku felt his shoulders fall at the mention of a "son", he quickly changed the topic

"we're getting married in a week...wow" izuku giggled looking at shoto

shoto chuckled and nodded

"I'm happy my dreams are becoming a reality"

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-A week later- (A/n: Fuck my neck hurts)

All the nobles walked inside the huge church decorated in gold and white, Each noble were seated from rank

The higher ranking nobles where later then the others, Queen Jasmine also attended and she was seated at the very front

Uraraka was the last to enter, She wore a pink ballgown just like the other noble ladies wore, She had her now long hair curled and dangling pink earrings. Along side her walked a 4 year old boy who was already a sight to many and a 2 year old who was struggling to keep with his mother

She too sat in the very front alongside her step son Na-Kyum, many started to whisper among themselves at the sight of a witch dressed like a noble

"what was king bakugo thinking?"

"Can't believe we have to address her as Queen bakugo"

"Lady Joelene was a better fit"

"thank goodness that first prince Na-Kyum is the heir instead of that witch prince"

"second prince jaejin has no resemblance to the king"

the whispers were endless and they only got worse, Uraraka could only bit her lip in anger

she shot a glare at Na-kyum who could only smirk at his younger sibling

"quit smiling bastard child" Uraraka whispered harshly at Na-Kyum

"I'm glad I got my education early or I would've been manipulated by a witch like you mother" Na-kyum spoke fluently

Urarka didn't even get respect from her step-son

The piano began to play and the room got quiet

shoto walked in elegantly and quickly, all eyes were on him

The room tensed up as the door opened again, This was everyone's first time meeting the empress

The huge white doors open and in stepped izuku

what a sight for the sore eyes, everyone was mesmerized

Uraraka balled up her fist

"Midoriya..." she whispered

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~daydream🔆