#bkdkwinter2020 @BakuDekuWinter

Prompt: being given as a present to someone

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The barbarian king sits on his throne in the centre of the great hall, which has been decorated for the midwinter feast.
The great stone table, hand carved by the kirishimas is

laden with silver bowls of candied fruits, great pine branches that spread from one end of the table to the other, pine cones and dozens of candles.

It is the eve of the feast when his subjects present their king with a gift they have grown or crafted themselves

though brutal and bloodthirsty to his enemies; the king is just and loyal to his subjects. these gifts are mere tokens of their gratitude and love; he doesn’t take anything someone can’t afford to give.

He grits his teeth and glances at the Queen Mother. Identical red eyes meet each other under similar fluff of ash blonde hair. She is smirking with an annoying knowing look.

“What the hell is it, hag?” he hisses.

“Tch. What a brat I’ve raised! It’s because your dad died too

young and you ruled with your regent too early. it made you arrogant, and a total brat.

He glares at the old hag. He won’t be distracted by her insults. Not this time. She has something up her sleeve.

“What have you got planned?” He whips his fur-lined cape behind him.

“Why, nothing, my dear little brat.” his mother grins.
“I’ve just heard there will be a gift that you will particularly enjoy this year. My dear old friend Inko has something very special for you.”

Katsuki scowls. This cannot he good. Whenever the hag sounds like this it means

that someone is going to present him with a possible queen. Too bad he has absolutely no interest in having a life partner. He wants to him conquer all the lands outside of his domain and be an emperor. The greatest legend has ever seen.

He snarls. “I don’t want a bride.”

“Oh, this is no bride.” laughs Katsuki’s mother.

“What, then, you crone?”

But before she can answer, a rather busty older woman with long green hair and large pretty green eyes approaches.

“Your majesty.” she curtsies.

“Inko!” shouts the Queen Mother “How the hell are you?” Katsuki groans and rubs his face.

“And where is he?” she asks, looking behind Inko.

Katsuki looks suspiciously at the two of them.

“Where is who, old hag?”

Inko coughs and says, “He is preparing himself with what he will need and then he will meet the King at his quarters.

Katsuki scowls. “Absolutely not! I don’t want some stranger coming to my room.” Although it was customary for rulers of the time to have nightly concubine visits, Katsuki did not partake of the custom. His sole focus was on his ambitions and he allowed no distraction.

“Katsuki, Izuku is Inko’s gift to you and you must accept.” Mitsuki has a triumphant look on her face. True to tradition, the king cannot reject any gift his subjects present to him.

“Fuck.” he mutters. He has less than zero interest in this. What utter bullshit.

After sitting for a mind numbing two hours of receiving everything from chickens to plums, Katsuki is finally ready to return to his chambers, where he will allegedly see his “gift”, who he surmises is a man. He is a little shocked the mother gave her son away to be a concubine.

She seemed so intelligent and kindly.
Ah well, she probably thought it was an honour to give a gift to one as powerful as Katsuki. Too bad he wouldn’t be using her gift. Not tonight, not ever.

When he enters his room, he sees a figure sitting at his great oak table, gazing out the stained glass window. He wears a green wool vest over white blouse and dark green trousers. An odd outfit for a concubine. he looked like one of the eggheads from the cities.

tbc

Katsuki clears his throat. What’s this nerd’s name again? Deku, wasn’t it? What is he even looking at out there.

“Oi, Deku!” Katsuki barks and the nerd jumps in the air.”O-Oh! I-I’m sorry, Mr. Ba— uh, your majesty? I was just looking at the stars!” He gestures vaguely outside.

He then turns to face Katsuki and the barbarian lets out a gasp. Deku is the prettiest boy he has ever seen. Huge ponds of green rimmed with thick black eyelashes gaze at him, and youthful skin with glowing smooth cheeks spattered with freckles. He looks like he was rolling

in the mud and some splashed on his cheeks. Katsuki, horrified, finds himself pinch the soft cheek, then lets out a gruff laugh in shock at his own actions.

Deku rubs his cheek and lets out a little squeak at the pinch. “Ah — ow! Your majesty, please, don’t pinch.”

Katsuki can’t help but find himself amused by the little nerd. He just looks too cute in his little adventurer outfit. Perhaps one night together wouldn’t hurt? maybe it would give him more strength like his friends said.

Katsuki sees Deku staring at his chest. Katsuki knows he has a perfect physique and as is the custom of his people he is bare chested under his cape except for strings of homemade necklaces. He has a different one for each year he’s been king.

“Hey, nerd, come here.” Katsuki indicates his lap and Deku blushes furiously. “Ah— uh — that is not a good idea, y-your highness?” Katsuki ignores his feeble protests and wraps muscular tattood arms around the nerd.
“Are you happy they sent you here, nerd?” Katsuki whispers.

The glow of hundreds of candles is all around them. piles of thick furs are on the bed and in from of the fireplace. Izuku curls up in a happy ball. Then Katsuki comes up behind him and closes the distance between them.

tbc

“I- it’s an honour to serve you, your m-majesty.” the little nerd stutters and blushes as Katsuki again wraps his arms around the nerd, why can’t he keep away from this tempting concubine?
“Tch, fuck that, I don’t need you to ‘serve’ me. i want you to enjoy yourself too.”

“En- what?” the poor concubine obviously never was taught to expect their own pleasure. Katsuki feels a sinking sense of guilt. This is really not his way. but yet he is inexplicably drawn to this nerd and can’t help but place a soft kiss on his lips. They are plush and firm,

and the nerd smells of violets.

And Izuku kisses back, maybe a little too passionately.
“Ah! my king is the handsomest, bravest and strongest!” he bleats between kisses. A fanboy, huh?

Katsuki throws his cape to the floor, beads flattering together against his chest.
He removes the nerd’s nerd clothing and throws it to the floor. Then descends.

Hours later, they lay on the fur in each others’ arms, satiated. Katsuki feels a weird connection to this nerd, and starts planning to move the concubine into his room. He gives the nerd soft kisses on his bare freckled neck.

“So, ah, when did you want to do the r-reading?” the nerd mumbles, blushing as he cuddles against Katsuki.
“The what?” Katsuki asks, callused hands skidding roughly against soft freckled arms.
“Th- the astrological reading? Th-the g-gift?” Izuku stutters.
“HAH??”

Big green eyes gaze at him and Katsuki has the unfortunate sensation that he’s made an epic fuck up.
“I repeat: hah?”
“Our family’s g-gift? I’m the village astrologer, I-I’m reading y-your charts for the next year as a gift?”

“Oh, fuck.” thinks Katsuki, wrapping a giant bear fur around himself and the nerd. Eh, whatever.
He slides his hands down to the nerd’s tiny waist.
“It can wait.” he murmurs and they come together in another kiss.

/end