Inspired by this fic by @Tsuki_the_Wolf
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25907326 

Tw // mentions of abuse
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Izuku was a slave. A slave for the kingdom hidden in the Dark Forest. The kingdom ruled by the king who was only known as All For One, and his son Prince Shigaraki.

The king stole Izuku away when he was just a boy, after burning down his home village. After killing his mother right in front of him. That was the worst day of Izuku life and, after all this time, he still has vivid nightmares about it.

Izuku hated his life, constantly being beaten and ordered around, working for days without food or rest. He couldn’t escape though.

He tried once, snuck out in the dead of night and tried to climb the high walls. The guards caught him, and dragged him back to the King.

Izuku was promptly whipped for his actions, and the scars left on his back are a like chains. Whenever he thought of trying to escape again, he’d remember the ugly marks on his back, and forget any thoughts of freedom.

So he continued his life serving the man who killed his mother.

One day while he was scrubbing the floor of the throne room, he overheard a conversation between the King, Prince and some high rank guards.

Apparently, while out with his close friends, Prince Shigaraki was able to kidnap another Prince.

Prince Bakugou Katsuki from the Kingdom in the mountains, in the land of the dragons.

A shiver ran up the slaves spine.

Having been a slave most of his life, kept from the outside world, there wasn’t much Izuku knew. But he has heard of the Bakugou clan.

They are said to be vicious barbarians who steal, rape and slaughter their way through villages and other Kingdoms.

The mere idea that one of those people, let alone the Prince, was here? Scared Izuku. Then again with the way his life is now, the way the King of the Dark Forest treats him, that fear quickly melted.

“Izuku! Come!” A different fear filled his chest when the King called him.

The slave quickly stood from his knelt position, and scurried towards the throne.

The King had vicious scars on his face, so bad that he was now blind. Though Izuku had the feeling the man could still see somehow.

“Yes, My Lord?” Izuku bowed and hoped to the Gods that he didn’t do something wrong.

“I have a new job for you. You are to tend to the needs of our new... guest. You will bring him his food and water, clean his toilet bucket and potentially tend to wounds he may get during his-

Stay here. Is that understood?” The King gave a sickening grin as he finished giving his order. It made Izuku’s blood run cold.

He knew why he was being chosen for this. If the stories of the Bakugou tribe are true, the prince may try to attack or even kill anyone he sees.

Izuku was expendable, nothing would be lost if he died. So they would rather risk his life than any of the guard’s lives. He felt sick, but there wasn’t much of a choice.

“Yes, your Majesty.”

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As I continue to write this thread, the more ideas I keep getting soooo I’ve decided to make it into an actual fic!! So be on the lookout for that!!