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As You Command: Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

Genre: childhood friends to lovers,

CW: Bakugou is a suggestive asshole, potential cursing

Word count: 1814

Sunlight streamed in through the glass windows of the library, washing the rows of wooden shelves in a soft glow as you stepped between them, inhaling the scent of leather and paper that seems to have settled in the stone walls themselves.

It was uncharacteristically quiet, the last scholar having left as you entered, something you were sure you could attribute to the beautiful day outside.

You hummed softly to yourself as you walked down the third row, fingers skimming over the leather of each book until you found the title you were looking for, pausing to pull it gently from the shelf. Dust billowed up from the cover as you smoothed your hand over the cover fondly, recalling all the times your father had sat on the edge of your bed and read it to you, still willing to indulge your curiosity after spending the day advising the king and queen.

The memory was bittersweet. For a moment, your chest squeezed painfully as you recalled the way he’d asked you to read his favorite chapters to him when he’d gotten too sick to even hold the book himself. You shook yourself slightly, chastising yourself for not focusing on the happier memories.

The sound of the door opening pulled you from your thoughts and you frowned deeply at the sight of a familiar deep red cape. You adjusted quietly to follow its movements through the library, wishing the prince would just turn around and leave. There was no real reason for him to be in the library, after all. He chose to do almost all of his studying in his private quarters, or so he claimed. An empty library hardly seemed like the place that the loud blonde would willingly choose to be.

You watched, lips pursed as he scanned the room, fingertips drumming over the tables as he walked. Your heart tripped in panic at the sudden thought that he was waiting for someone, the realization dawning on you that a quiet library was the perfect place to meet his most current romantic conquest.

You debated making yourself known, unsure if that would make the situation better or worse, when he paused at the desk you’d claimed, leaning over to read your scrawled notes and take a glance at the cover of the book that laid open.

You looked on in dismay as he closed the book completely, unsure of what page you’d been on as he turned his attention to the blue feather resting in your ink well. He twisted the feather for a moment before letting out a bored sigh, flicking the well over when he passed, dark ink splattering over your papers as he continued his wandering.

You bit back the scolding that bubbled up in your throat, shaking your head as you returned to the shelves. It had been too long since you’d had a peaceful day, and you were determined not to let him ruin it by letting him know you were nearby. You exhaled slowly, eyes closing as you forced yourself to relax the muscles in your shoulders, once again turning your attention to the books as you scanned the titles.

Still, you couldn’t help the sour thoughts that crossed your mind as you searched, irritation at the blonde prince rising up in you. He’d always found joy in torturing you, from the moment you’d met him, always in close proximity given your father’s standing with his parents.

As a kid, he’d loved to pop up behind you, out of bushes, around corners, just to hear you shriek and then he’d run off laughing, or tug on your hair until you’d bat at him.

As a teen, his antics hadn’t improved, galloping his horse entirely too close to you as he passed, jamming a chair in front of your door so you were late to the lessons you shared with him.

And as an adult? Gods, he was insufferable. His pranks weren’t so physical anymore, not aiming to make you shriek; he just liked bothering you, loved getting a rise out of you as you tried to study, his heavy boots sprawled across your desk as he sat in your chair. He loved your sharp tongue, grinning widely when you’d mutter out complaints over being his advisor one day.

You never understood why the women around the palace and kingdom fawned over him. Sure, he was handsome, with his golden skin and blonde locks and eyes the color of your favorite wildflowers… but he was an ass, and you both knew it.

You shook your head as you picked through various authors and topics until you had a respectable stack in your arms, balancing them precariously. You stretched on your toes for one final book, fingers barely pressing against the spine as you held your breath.

“You do know you can’t read all those at once, right?”

You startled at the sudden voice from behind you, falling back to your feet as all the books, save for the first one, tumbled from your hands and onto the floor with a crash. You whirled around to see Prince Bakugou chuckling to himself at your misfortune, hands crossed over his bare chest as he leaned back against the shelves.

You huffed, heart hammering in your chest as you placed a palm over it, a weak attempt to calm yourself. You glared as he grinned back at you, the scar that ran over the left side of his mouth stretching tight at the action.

“Gods, Bakugou, you nearly scared me half to death,” you snapped, eying the blonde suspiciously as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, crossing them at the ankle. “What are you even doing here?” you snapped, smoothing down your tunic in an attempt to hide how much he’d managed to ruffle you in such a short amount of time.

He avoided your question, gesturing instead to the pile of books that now lay scattered on the floor around you. “I think I asked you a question first. I know that you’re a bookworm, but come on, even you can’t find all that stuff that interesting,” he snickered.

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you crouched down to begin picking up. “Some of us care and want to do what’s best for this kingdom, not just whatever we want,” you muttered, reaching for a book bound in blue leather. “Spoiled brat,” you added under your breath.

A heavy boot landed on the cover and you glanced up sharply to see the blonde leering down at you, eyes lit with a challenge as he grinned down at you, more predatory than friendly.

A shiver ran over you as he spoke, his large frame and the bulky fur collar of his cape blocking out the sunlight and casting you in shadows. “Spoiled brat, huh?” he echoed quietly, foot pressing more firmly on the book as you tried to tug it out from under his weight.

You stood quickly, mouth already opening to tell him to leave you be and let you clean up when he stepped forward, expression unreadable as he moved effortlessly around the mess at your feet.

You scrambled back as he invaded your space and loomed over you, bumping against the shelves as your hand shot out to stabilize yourself, fingers curling into the leather strap that ran across the blonde’s chest, knuckles brushing over his damp skin.

He was close enough now that you could make out the smudge of dirt along his jaw, and the dark ring of red around his iris. His skin was still shiny with sweat, and it took you half a second to realize he must have just come back from training with Kirishima. You swallowed thickly at the sight of muscles rippling along his chest and arm as he lifted it, fingers wrapping around a shelf’s edge high above your head as he closed you in.

He grinned again, canines flashing. Quickly, you let go of his baldric, opting to clutch the thick book still held to your chest instead, hoping to try and create a barrier between the two of you as his gaze roamed over you.

His shoulders visibly relaxed as he stared down at you, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip before he spoke, his voice low and entirely too intimate for your liking.

“Y’know.. My parents keep telling me that eventually I’ll have to settle down and start producing heirs. As my future advisor, and someone who ‘cares for the good of the kingdom’,” he mocked, head dipping lower to keep your wide gaze. “I think it’s only fair that you help me practice, for the good of the kingdom.”

Your eyes widened in shock, a heat creeping along your neck and face at what he was suggesting, mouth opening and closing as you scrambled for a quick retort. He leaned forward, his mouth getting dangerously close, and panic tripped in your chest.

Without thinking, you reacted, lifting the heavy book in your grasp and swinging.

You didn’t mean to hit him, only hoping that he’d dodge the swipe, give you some room, but there was a harsh smack as the leather made contact with his cheek and he stumbled sideways.

A gasp wrenched free from your chest, the book dropping from your grasp with a clatter as your hands covered your mouth in horror, already babbling out apologies as he straightened, rubbing his cheek.

You couldn’t see his face from the angle you stood at, but you could see all your hard work and parent’s legacy crumble before your very eyes, sure that you’d doomed your father’s legacy with one accidental strike.

Tears began to bubble at your lash line, blurring your vision as he turned to face you. You’re quick to cover your face, horrified to let him see you like this, given that you struck him, not the other way around.

You couldn’t help the way you startled when a hand circled around your wrist and tugged it down easily, palm calloused from years of wielding a sword.

A moment later, he was pressing the book back into your hand, quiet as you stared up at him in surprise, lip still wobbling. He remained silent as he cupped your cheek softly, swiping away a tear rolling down your skin, and you were surprised to see that his ruby eyes were gentle, a sharp contrast to the glint he usually donned when looking at you.

“Shouldn’t tease you so much, ‘m sorry,” he murmured. Your mouth fell open in surprise at his apology, especially since you could already see the skin on his cheek darkening where you hit him.

Before you could speak, he was gone again. You were left alone in the quiet library once more, staring after the blonde and wondering what the hell just happened.

A/N: I know this is very similar to the blurb I wrote a while back but I did still want that storyline to be my hook so I simply expanded on it this time around! This is twice the length of the previous blurb so hopefully you all still like it! Feedback/comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

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