#bkdk "corsets and clementines" 🌿🍊- prince! izuku, tailor/artist!...
laney ִ ࣪𖤐@DEKUBRAINMELTZ
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Dec 04, 2025
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#bkdk "corsets and clementines" 🌿🍊- prince! izuku, tailor/artist! katsuki, childhood friends to lovers. enjoy!
To everyone’s surprise, prince Izuku was captivated with fashion.
To everyone’s surprise, prince Izuku was captivated with fashion.
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Colorful suits, tunics, and ruffled shirts filled young Izuku’s eyes as he stared into the tailor shop window. There’s even jewelry pressed from the finest stones his land has ever seen.
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Izuku was already old enough to be wearing such things, seeing as how he is next in line for the throne, but being able to see everything up close, what he shall soon be expected to wear, was a completely different story.
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It gave him a sense of determination and purpose to work hard, making his mother proud and providing for his people.
All of a sudden, green encountered red. Another younger boy crossed his vision as he walked across the shop with an older woman who looked canny to the boy.
All of a sudden, green encountered red. Another younger boy crossed his vision as he walked across the shop with an older woman who looked canny to the boy.
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His guards took him into the shop, along with his mother. Mistuki Bakugo ran the only seamstress and tailor store in town alongside her husband, and by the looks of it, they were beginning to train their younger son, Katsuki, to follow in their shoes.
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Even though Izuku was a prince (and the next king), he still found himself falling nervous in front of crowds and even new individuals. He stood behind his mother as she seemed to catch up with the shop owner, playing with the strings of her corset.
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He did find himself looking for the other boy though, but to no avail. Izuku was soon moved into a dressing room, as Mitsuki helped him change into a design she said she had made explicitly for him, receiving a new teal fabric that she just knew would compliment the prince.
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As Izuku waited for her to bring out this so-called suit, sitting as proper as one could for a prince, hands in lap, and feet swinging, his eyes fell on those dark eyes again through the gap in the cloth that separated Izuku from the rest of the shop.
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“Hi!,” Izuku called out to the boy. Izuku watched as his eyes shot open, and his eyebrows raised, creating little divots in his forehead, and Izuku thinks he sees a small pink flush fall across the boy’s face. The boy took off spiriting for the hills like he’d seen a ghost.
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Izuku sighed, but ultimately accepted his fate. Since he is his mother’s only child, Izuku had no siblings growing up, and the only friend Izuku knows are his helpers that are twice his age. It’s nice to be in the presence of someone who looks and acts like him.
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Well, it was nice.
Izuku's eyes fall down past the skirted curtain, seeing a book on the ground. He hops off the cushion and pulls it back, looking around for Mistuki-san or his mother, and sees them chatting a few feet away.
Izuku's eyes fall down past the skirted curtain, seeing a book on the ground. He hops off the cushion and pulls it back, looking around for Mistuki-san or his mother, and sees them chatting a few feet away.
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Izuku now realized where he gets his own rambling from, and smiles as he watches two friends slowly reconnect. He snatches up the book and takes it back to the dressing room with him.
When he opens it, he is in nothing but awe.
When he opens it, he is in nothing but awe.
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What lies before him are beautifully drawn ensembles, capes that have gorgeously drawn vines, like Izuku can reach his hand out across the paper and feel their texture, like they're real and in front of him.
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Earring designs also lay before him. Golden hoops that connect to the top of the ear and hook into a lobe. He wonders if the metals can be bent into shapes, further accentuating their depiction.
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And the icing on the cake, a black corset, with roses embedded deep into the fabric, and a red string in the back to tie it all together.
Izuku smiles to himself. The string reminds him of the boy’s eyes.
Izuku smiles to himself. The string reminds him of the boy’s eyes.
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He can't stop flipping through the sketchbook, looking over so many more beautiful designs before he begins to notice a small KB scratched into each page. He takes a breath and pushes the pieces of the puzzle together himself.
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He already knows Mistuki’s initials, but doesn't know her husband’s. But it doesn't look like he’s at the shop, and the boy was just in front of the dressing room so...
He snatches the curtain open and clears his throat, catching the attention of his mother and the shop’s owner.
He snatches the curtain open and clears his throat, catching the attention of his mother and the shop’s owner.
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“Pardon the intrusion, but I must know whose sketchbook this is! Do you have any workers who go by the initials KB?”
Mistuki says, “First, sweetie, you're the prince, you’ll never be intruding on anyone. And second, yes. You’re talking about my lovely brat, Katsuki.”
Mistuki says, “First, sweetie, you're the prince, you’ll never be intruding on anyone. And second, yes. You’re talking about my lovely brat, Katsuki.”
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“Kastuki?” Izuku tests his name on his tongue, and decides he likes the way the syllables float off his tongue.
“Katsuki, this kid has your sketchbook so I know damn well you aren't drawing in there so get your ass out here! Your future king has requested your presence!”
“Katsuki, this kid has your sketchbook so I know damn well you aren't drawing in there so get your ass out here! Your future king has requested your presence!”
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Mistuki snarls, shaking her head at Inko and mumbling something under her breath to her, to which his mother responds with a light giggle.
Izuku watches as the door to the backroom opens, finally getting able to see Katsuki in full flesh and light.
Izuku watches as the door to the backroom opens, finally getting able to see Katsuki in full flesh and light.
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First impressions are.. he’s handsome, like really handsome. Izuku always thought he was so plain-looking and maybe Katsuki should have been the one next up for the throne. He’s taller than Izuku so when he starts to stalk closer to him, Izuku’s head tilts up, up, up.
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He thinks they can’t be more than 6 months apart. He’s got spikes for his hair, just like his mom, and it’s not something you see everyday in a royal kingdom. The color is also fascinating, it reminds him of the honey butter that is prepared with his toast most mornings.
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Katsuki takes one look at him up and down and clears his throat, “What’da want?” Mistuki hears this and reaches over, smacking him across the top of the head. Izuku watches this unfold right before his eyes and he can’t help but chuckle softly along with his mother.
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Tough love I guess, Izuku thinks.
Katsuki lets out a small grumble, but gets the hint from his mom, and straightens up, taking a bow to Izuku. “Forgive me, your majesty. I am the KB you speak of. Are my drawings unsatisfactory to you?”
Katsuki lets out a small grumble, but gets the hint from his mom, and straightens up, taking a bow to Izuku. “Forgive me, your majesty. I am the KB you speak of. Are my drawings unsatisfactory to you?”
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Izuku shakes his head in surprise. He thinks his art is bad? But how? Izuku wishes he could pluck each thing out of the sketches and immediately begin wearing it.
“If you do that, nothing’s gonna match at all. Sheesh kid, who’s even designing you?”
“If you do that, nothing’s gonna match at all. Sheesh kid, who’s even designing you?”
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Realizing he spoke that last bit out loud, Izuku doesn't miss a beat with his reply.
“You, I hope.”
“You, I hope.”
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Katsuki tilts his head, like Izuku just said his sentence in a foreign language. He decides to grab Katsuki’s hand, leading them over to another corner of the store, away from the increasing pressure his mother seems to be placing on him.
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“Katsuki, you have an incredible talent. Even if you don’t create these things, I can find and hire people who will make these drawings reality. I want them to be my reality. So, I can offer you a job at the palace, as my official designer."
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"All the fabrics a-and accessories you need to make me look as beautiful as these illustrations are! Would you like that?”
Katsuki turns his head to the side, no doubt knowing who’s looming behind him but Izuku isn't having it.
Katsuki turns his head to the side, no doubt knowing who’s looming behind him but Izuku isn't having it.
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He wants Katsuki to make this decision on his own, and not be influenced by anything other than pursuing a passion. He reaches his hand out and tilts Katsuki’s face back to him and hears him take a quick inhale, Izuku’s cold rings pressing up against his soft skin.
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“I may be a prince and future king, but I’m not above begging. Please, Kacchan?”
“Kacchan, eh?”
Izuku pulls his hand back and smacks it across his mouth. Ugh, he made that nickname up in a fleeting pass but jumbled it up with his given name.
“Kacchan, eh?”
Izuku pulls his hand back and smacks it across his mouth. Ugh, he made that nickname up in a fleeting pass but jumbled it up with his given name.
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Katsuki can see the turmoil covering his face and bumps his knees against Izuku’s own.
“Don’t get your crown all in a twist. It’s cute… you know for a 13-year-old, you're super clumsy.”
“Wait, how do you know how old I am?”
“Don’t get your crown all in a twist. It’s cute… you know for a 13-year-old, you're super clumsy.”
“Wait, how do you know how old I am?”
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“Uh, dude, you're a prince. Scratch that, THE prince. Everyone celebrates your birthday during the summer solstice festival in the village.”
7 years later…
7 years later…
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TBC? miss @dekustwin helped me cook this up so maybe if it does well, I'll write the rest? all of this is sitting in a google doc so I just need to write it all out. have a lovely thursday! ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
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After Katsuki was moved into the castle, it was as if Izuku could finally grow into the skin he always dreamed of.
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As Izuku grew older, his duties held much more responsibilities, and after realizing the weight of his role, he decided he wanted to train his body into something that was truly of a king. And who better to assist in his mission than the newest member of his help?
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Katsuki and Izuku did as much as they could together. Izuku understood that he took Katsuki away from his family to better perfect his craft, so he wanted to make sure the older boy had some sort of company as well.
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Izuku understood some things were not for Katsuki’s eyes to see, but anything else was fair game.
Sparring sessions out in his personal garden with wooden swords used to practice Izuku’s fighting patterns, sketches drawn out over their breakfast,
Sparring sessions out in his personal garden with wooden swords used to practice Izuku’s fighting patterns, sketches drawn out over their breakfast,
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and study meetings where Katsuki quizzed Izuku on trade patterns and royal protocols. It’s like the young prince was finally able to blossom into the man he knew he wanted to be for his kingdom.
And the older Izuku grew, the more his body started to fill out.
And the older Izuku grew, the more his body started to fill out.
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Twig branch arms became dowed with muscular biceps, and his basic square waist turned into a beautiful triangular appearance. With this, Katsuki declared that any and all of Izuku’s future looks would be finished with a corset.
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At breakfast one morning, many years after their first initial meeting, Izuku couldn’t help but ask, “Kacchan, what makes you think I would even like to wear a corset?”
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He responded with a huff of breath through his nose, and proceeded to bring his sketchbook open to a filled out sheet, doused with the black corset drawing, the one covered in roses he saw back in the shop.
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Izuku always found himself going back to this page when he was able to have free reign of the book, loving the way the color of the roses reminded him of the man he was growing to love; those beautiful scarlet filled eyes.
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Katsuki was too busy enjoying his own breakfast to respond, however, he jammed his finger into the paper, crinkling it slightly before Izuku took a closer look.
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Fine nail-like scratches covered the material of the corset, a habit Izuku found himself doing to the page soon after he was able to see the rest of Katsuki’s sketchbook.
He couldn’t help it!
He couldn’t help it!
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It was like his consciousness could do nothing but only revert back to this page every time. Izuku’s face turned up in flames, and he slammed the book shut, trying to catch Katsuki’s fingers as a tease, but the boy’s reflexes were too fast,
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and he snatched his hand away just in time. He laughed at Izuku’s tactic and finally finished the bite he was desperately trying to swallow.
“Sorry, your majesty, but you're just too easy to read.” Katsuki said with that signature smirk decorating his face.
“Sorry, your majesty, but you're just too easy to read.” Katsuki said with that signature smirk decorating his face.
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“Plus,” he added on as an afterthought, “Corsets are mostly meant to shape and contort a body into something it is not, to visually change someone’s design. You cannot change or create something that is already there.”
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“And what is it that I already have, Kacchan?”
Katsuki took one look at Izuku from across the table, and without averting his gaze, neither looking up nor down at his body, he stated,
Katsuki took one look at Izuku from across the table, and without averting his gaze, neither looking up nor down at his body, he stated,
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“Your body has grown into something graceful and exquisite. A corset will not only show that off, but it’s a reminder that your diligent determination to become stronger has paid off, and others should take notice of that.”
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Izuku could have thought about a thousand possible ways for Katsuki to respond, but this was not one of the choices in the catalog of replies. His eyebrows shooting up past his hairline, a visible cherry flush covering his cheeks.
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All anyone could hear in the dining hall included the soft chews from Katsuki, and Izuku’s nails picking and scratching into the wood as he grew more nervous with the boy in front of him.
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“I know your coronation is coming up, I have something special planned.” Katsuki whispered, like it was some sort of secret to be told only between the two of them. His voice sounded almost… hurt. Defeated.
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Izuku was twenty, about to take his true title in the coming months on his birthday in the summer. Talks of arranged marriages were included in most conversations, but never settled. Izuku didn’t want to marry for power or riches.
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He wanted to marry for love. Someone who didn’t have to change for him, for his title and act like someone they weren’t. Someone bashful, who speaks their mind.
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He wants someone who exudes confidence, even if they're doing a task for the first time, learning on the fly and perfecting it each and every time.
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Izuku takes another look at Katsuki, the puzzled look on his face has disappeared, returning to his signature scowl, but Izuku can’t help but smile.
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The cherry trees haven't even blossomed yet, however, Katsuki is still thinking of Izuku’s special day, which falls months away from the point in which they currently lie.
“Okay Kacchan, I trust you.”
“Okay Kacchan, I trust you.”
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And with that, the hall resumes into its subtle hum, the sounds of scratches across the table, diminished.
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A few more weeks go by, with Izuku constantly begging to see any designs Kacchan has made for him, but the blonde will not slip up! Izuku knows he wields all the power here, if he really wanted to, he could force Katsuki to give up the sketchbook, or go into his room to steal it.
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But only for a moment! Izuku has never thought of stealing anything in his life, not when everything has been handed to him since birth.
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Yet, he respects Katsuki’s work, even more so after he asks him one day, out in the gardens after a sparring session, “Have I ever let you down with a design, your majesty?”
Izuku has to bite his tongue, once again, put into his place.
Izuku has to bite his tongue, once again, put into his place.
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“You know, I don’t mind you calling me Izuku, you know. We’re friends, aren’t we? I don’t feel like the formalities suit you.”
“A, don’t change the subject, nerd, and B, you saying you don’t like it when I call you by your titles? You’ve got a million of them,
“A, don’t change the subject, nerd, and B, you saying you don’t like it when I call you by your titles? You’ve got a million of them,
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so sue me for trying to be creative around here! I’ll show you, you stupid little prince.” He spits under his breath.
Luckily, Izuku’s known Kacchan long enough to know he is all bark and does have the bite. And Izuku does always get what he wants.
Luckily, Izuku’s known Kacchan long enough to know he is all bark and does have the bite. And Izuku does always get what he wants.
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Katsuki stalks towards him, like a predator going in for their kill, “Now, answer the question, have I ever let you down with a design, I-zu-ku?”
Izuku’s mouth opens and closes approximately six times, but he doesn’t think he was counting.
Izuku’s mouth opens and closes approximately six times, but he doesn’t think he was counting.
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Okay, but he didn't think it was gonna be that easy.
He thought Kacchan would at least put up a bigger fight! He doesn’t want to give Kacchan this win because he knows he’s right.
He thought Kacchan would at least put up a bigger fight! He doesn’t want to give Kacchan this win because he knows he’s right.
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Izuku has been speechless and floored and so many other emotions, but disappointed, upset, let down?
Never.
Never.
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Izuku swallows down the collection of drool that had flooded his mouth at Katsuki’s bold statement. He doesn’t want Kacchan to get the wrong impression, that all this time his work has only been mediocre at best,
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that every time he is dressed by his helpers, he doesn’t feel like the most beautiful man to have walked this Earth.
Because he does.
Because he does.
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Katsuki makes him feel beautiful and precious, even though his hands aren’t the ones that crafted the fabrics together, his ideas and thought process pave ways for those who can create Katsuki’s vision.
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Izuku faces his demons, and comes to the realization that Katsuki isn’t looking just for praise, but acceptance, that his work does matter, that it makes a difference in someone’s life. Even though Izuku will be the only person who wears his designs,
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Izuku hopes that others can see him, and be inspired by what has been created for him.
“No, Kacchan, you’ve never…ever let me down. And I don’t think you ever will.”
“No, Kacchan, you’ve never…ever let me down. And I don’t think you ever will.”
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Izuku’s next step is the boldest thing he’s ever done, especially for the person next in line for the royal throne.
He places his arms at his side, and slowly begins to bring his torso down, to where he almost bends at a ninety-degree angle.
He places his arms at his side, and slowly begins to bring his torso down, to where he almost bends at a ninety-degree angle.
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He bows in front of his Kacchan, the highest thanks a royal can give to a subordinate. He knows he thanks Kacchan after every design piece is complete, but this thanks feels more… passionate.
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Thank you for leaving your family for me.
Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you for allowing me to love you at a distance.
Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you for allowing me to love you at a distance.
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Izuku’s proclamation is suddenly broken when he feels large arms bring him back to a standing position. Soft, delicate hands trace down Izuku’s shoulders, forearms, then meet together at his hands. Green meets red, and Izuku’s breath is squeezed out of his lungs.
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Katsuki’s mouth opens and closes a few times, like he has so much to say, but cannot imagine where to begin. Izuku decides to take a look down at their hands instead, the blaze of Katsuki’s glare burning too hot.
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It feels… right. Izuku cannot explain a feeling he does not know the label to yet, but with this one person, in this one moment, one feeling he does exude is bold.
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“Kacchan, I know you probably don’t do much of this, a-and I’m sure one of my helpers can train you to do so, but, will you dress me for my coronation? I-I don’t mean design because of course you’re going to design me but…”
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Izuku steadies himself, giving their joined hands a squeeze, rubbing over a large gold ring that surrounds Katsuki’s index finger.
Just one more push.
“Help me dress that morning. I want you by my side the whole day as I prepare for this next journey. So will you, please?”
Just one more push.
“Help me dress that morning. I want you by my side the whole day as I prepare for this next journey. So will you, please?”
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Katsuki’s gaze hasn’t left Izuku’s face, and Izuku wonders if this is too much of an ask between them, and by the silence that has elapsed for longer than a reply is required, Izuku begins to dismantle their hands, feeling embarrassed.
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But before their touch can be separated completely, Katsuki pulls him forward and rests their conjoined hands at his chest, and Izuku can feel how fast his heart is pounding, it’s almost matching the pace of his own rapid heartbeat.
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“Well, we still would have trials to run, making sure they sow the fabric to your size and everything, but, we can start there. And if you still want me in the room, I’d be more than happy to accompany you, Izuku.”
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“When can you have it done by?”
“The design has already been completed,” Katsuki rasps, “I’ll have them work on it tonight. All night if they must.”
“Good. I’ll see you in my chambers then. Let’s say midday, tomorrow?”
“I’ll be there, your majesty.”
“The design has already been completed,” Katsuki rasps, “I’ll have them work on it tonight. All night if they must.”
“Good. I’ll see you in my chambers then. Let’s say midday, tomorrow?”
“I’ll be there, your majesty.”
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Katsuki is the one who breaks their contact, but not before he grips Izuku’s left hand, and places a kiss upon his knuckles, dangerously close to his naked ring finger, turning back to the castle to begin his delicate work.
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Izuku wonders if the kiss from Katsuki was him being proper to his highness, or more-so, like a promise.
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TBC! i'm sorry for the long wait between updates! i had to flat tire this week and this story took me into a different direction then what i planned!
i realized i wanted to do some more with their backstory so this is that! title name is making more sense now ;)
thank you! <3
i realized i wanted to do some more with their backstory so this is that! title name is making more sense now ;)
thank you! <3
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#bkdk "corsets and clementines" 🌿🍊- prince! izuku, tailor/artist! katsuki, childhood friends to lovers. enjoy!
To everyone’s surprise, prince Izuku was captivated with fashion.
To everyone’s surprise, prince Izuku was captivated with fashion.
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Izuku finds himself in his bath the next day, surrounded by his workers as they scrub his body clean.
He thinks back to his conversation with Kacchan yesterday, about inviting him over, asking him to dress him, silently begging for Kacchan to put his hands on him.
He thinks back to his conversation with Kacchan yesterday, about inviting him over, asking him to dress him, silently begging for Kacchan to put his hands on him.
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However, the bath does nothing to calm his aching nerves. He takes a deep inhale and leans back into the tub, submerging his head under the water, and lets out a deep exhale, the bubbles floating to the top of the surface.
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He only rises when he feels the scrub brush tickle his feet, and rises to everyone else’s laughter around him, knowing their highness is quite ticklish.
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The staff help to dry Izuku off and smother him in the most devine lotions they can find, fresh shea butter and goat’s milk, Izuku’s favorite.
The shampoo they used makes his curls smell like the fresh apples just outside his balcony window in the gardens.
The shampoo they used makes his curls smell like the fresh apples just outside his balcony window in the gardens.
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(What Izuku doesn’t notice is how all the staff share looks and smiles between one another, having heard of Izuku’s earlier declaration with his designer, they want to make sure the future king feels and looks his best).
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They leave once Izuku has been dressed in a robe, and go their separate ways.
Izuku begins to anxiously pace around his chambers, squeezing his hands together, messing with the rings that decorate his scarred fingers.
Izuku begins to anxiously pace around his chambers, squeezing his hands together, messing with the rings that decorate his scarred fingers.
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He knows he doesn’t need a member of his staff to grab Katsuki. Izuku told him a time, and Katsuki has never let one of Izuku’s requests down.
He steps out onto the balcony, letting the fresh spring air flow through his hair,
He steps out onto the balcony, letting the fresh spring air flow through his hair,
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the particles getting trapped around the edges of his hair, defining it into his signature waves of locks. He tries to calm down once more, but his heart craves for something not quite there yet.
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It’s only when he takes a look out to the garden, trying to find anything to make him relax.
His favorite flower? No, lilies aren't in season yet, it’s too soon.
Sakura season is almost over, the once-gorgeous, luscious pink trees have lost their hue on the leaves.
His favorite flower? No, lilies aren't in season yet, it’s too soon.
Sakura season is almost over, the once-gorgeous, luscious pink trees have lost their hue on the leaves.
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It’s not until he finds the recently planted cherry trees out in the distance, watching some of the staff stuff their baskets full of the tiny red fruit. Izuku’s favorite part of cherry season is the pies that will flood the kitchen,
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the crust created into beautiful lattices that will garnish the top.
The color is a deep enough red that it almost looks like the wine Izuku is allowed to drink at most celebrations. It also looks like…
The color is a deep enough red that it almost looks like the wine Izuku is allowed to drink at most celebrations. It also looks like…
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Izuku runs back into his chambers and out into the hallway, calling for a member of his staff, who are more than happy to help.
“I’m so sorry to ask someone on such short notice, but I need someone to head to town for me!”
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“I’m so sorry to ask someone on such short notice, but I need someone to head to town for me!”
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Izuku startles when he hears a knock at his doors, and tries to speak before he realizes the wad of salvia that has suddenly flooded his mouth. He quickly swallows before he yells out, “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Izuku, you gonna let me in or what?”
Kacchan.
“It’s me, Izuku, you gonna let me in or what?”
Kacchan.
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He looks at the sundial on his dresser and notices it reads 11:59am.
Punctual as ever, Katsuki Bakugou.
Punctual as ever, Katsuki Bakugou.
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Izuku rises from his bed and slowly walks over to the door, and before he opens it, he thinks to himself, ‘If I’m right, everything’s going to be different once he walks past those doors.’
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He pulls the handle open to see Kacchan standing there, with a cart beside him, a majority of the items are covered in a plastic wrap, most likely as to not spoil Izuku’s eyes to what has been created for Izuku.
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“Please Kacchan, come in, won’t you?” He shares a soft smile at the older boy past the doorway.
“I would hope so, seeing as you are the one who invited me here.” He scoffs, before dragging his cart in with him, mumbling a small, “Pardon the intrusion.”
“I would hope so, seeing as you are the one who invited me here.” He scoffs, before dragging his cart in with him, mumbling a small, “Pardon the intrusion.”
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Izuku giggles at his pleasantries, and shuts the door behind them, leaning up against it as he watches Katsuki get set up at his desk.
“Sooo, where would you like me?” Izuku asks, the ball is entirely in Kacchan’s hands.
“Sooo, where would you like me?” Izuku asks, the ball is entirely in Kacchan’s hands.
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Izuku is ready to be constructed and shaped into whatever Kacchan sees fit.
“First things first, that robe is doing you no good. For a full test run, I need to make sure everything fits your skin perfectly. I need nothing to be in the way of that.”
“First things first, that robe is doing you no good. For a full test run, I need to make sure everything fits your skin perfectly. I need nothing to be in the way of that.”
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Izuku widens his eyes at the sense of direction given, but also the sternness that drives Kacchan’s voice? It makes Izuku’s tummy flood with butterflies. He didn’t realize he could love being told what to do, so long as it came off Kacchan’s tongue.
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Being the good listener that he is, Izuku grabs for the lace strings that keep the robe together at his waist, and begins to untie the knot. Once completed, he brings his eyes up, and notices Kacchan still focused on unloading everything from the cart,
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and with what he has up his sleeve, it will not suffice.
“Eyes on me, Kacchan. Your royal highness needs all of your attention. ”
He watches as Kacchan freezes, his shoulders arching up, almost like a cat, ready at the defense.
“Eyes on me, Kacchan. Your royal highness needs all of your attention. ”
He watches as Kacchan freezes, his shoulders arching up, almost like a cat, ready at the defense.
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He places one final garment onto his desk and just before his eyes can cast themselves over Izuku, he drops the robe.
Along with it, goes Katsuki’s jaw.
Along with it, goes Katsuki’s jaw.
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Izuku stands there, before his designer, and before his best friend, dressed in nothing but the most gorgeous pair of lace, cherry red panties that Izuku has ever seen (Okay, maybe the only pair of panties Izuku’s has ever seen).
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Still too prim to be proper, Izuku folds his arms behind his back, tucking his hands into one another and turns his head off to the side. God, he didn’t realize how much Kacchan’s gaze would affect him. He feels hot all over and the embarrassment slowly creeps up on him once more
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Izuku takes a deep breath in, but realizes the only thing he smells is the scent of the lotion. Oh god. Without his robe, there’s nothing to hide it. He turns to Katsuki and opens his mouth but soon closes it as he takes in the man in front of him.
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His jaw has since closed, but his head is tilted slightly, like he can’t believe what’s before him, trying to adjust his angle so he can soak it all up. His breathing has also increased, the rise of fall of his chest a rapid fire. His fists are balled up beside him, and his eyes.
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They don’t stop moving. Izuku watches the gaze fall to his face, back to the panties, then his legs, and then back to the panties again. He thinks Kacchan stares at his thighs the most maybe.
“Kacchan?” Izuku tries, wanting him to say something, say anything.
“Kacchan?” Izuku tries, wanting him to say something, say anything.
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“You…I… they’re everywhere?”
“Huh?”
“Your freckles.”
“Huh?”
“Your freckles.”
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Izuku quickly pouts at that.
“Is there something wrong with them?” Izuku nervously asks, and turns around, heading over to his full length mirror that sits beside his vanity.
“Is there something wrong with them?” Izuku nervously asks, and turns around, heading over to his full length mirror that sits beside his vanity.
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“Mother always loved taking us to the coast for our birthdays so you could say I got more sun than normal…”
He peers down at his own body, he’s always liked his freckles, his mother once told him that freckles are angel kisses,
He peers down at his own body, he’s always liked his freckles, his mother once told him that freckles are angel kisses,
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bestowed upon those in heaven before they are sent down to Earth, showing off the gods’ intricate work.
It makes sense why Izuku was born a royal. He’s probably got hundreds of them that are planted across his body.
It makes sense why Izuku was born a royal. He’s probably got hundreds of them that are planted across his body.
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All of a sudden, Izuku feels Kacchan’s strong presence closer than before, and when he tilts his head back up to glance in the mirror, he’s standing right behind him, hands hovering above his hips like he wants to touch, but knows permission has not yet been granted.
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Had Izuku been in that much of a daydream he didn't even see or hear Kacchan cross the room? He shakes his head, trying to clear his mind, the tension has his body running on overdrive.
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Trying not to startle Katsuki anymore with his bold decisions, he reaches his own arms up and places his hands on top of Katsuki’s, interlacing their fingers together, and brings them down together on his hips.
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Katsuki steps up closer to him, readjusting his grip so he can pull and mold at the flesh that surrounds Izuku’s body. Izuku tries not to moan at the new feeling.
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The whole expanse of Izuku’s back fits against Katsuki’s chest, just like a puzzle piece, the feeling and safety and security currently blankets Izuku, as he tilts his head back to tuck into Katsuki’s collarbone. Like molding clay, Katsuki’s fingers cast Izuku into a new skin.
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Izuku wishes he could stay here forever like this, but he is a brat at heart, and knows what consequences lie ahead, waiting for him.
“My prince… I know damn well I did not make these for you.” He emphasizes by tracing his thumb into the string of the panties,
“My prince… I know damn well I did not make these for you.” He emphasizes by tracing his thumb into the string of the panties,
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slightly scratching Izuku in the process, and pulls it back so it snaps against Izuku’s hip, the young prince letting out a noisy chirp.
“Now tell me, who did?”
“Oh… this old thing?” Izuku whispers.
“Now tell me, who did?”
“Oh… this old thing?” Izuku whispers.
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His brain has turned to putty because Katsuki has not stopped playing with his hips. It’s like he’s trying to mold them into his own palms, wanting it to turn into taffy so he never has to release his grip.
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“You don’t wear anything unless it’s made by my hands. Are we clear?” Katsuki purrs into his ear. Izuku thinks he feels Katsuki roll his hips into him from behind, but he shakes his head to gather his bearings.
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“I outta rip this thing off of you… but we have work to complete.” And with that, Katsuki pushes off of him and returns to his cart.
The fire that surrounded Izuku goes out, but he can still feel it; the embers that encompass the relatively tight area of his chambers.
The fire that surrounded Izuku goes out, but he can still feel it; the embers that encompass the relatively tight area of his chambers.
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Katsuki brings everything necessary over to Izuku, some of the materials are still covered in plastic wrap to keep the surprise hidden. He smiles to himself, reminding himself to thank Kacchan’s workers for creating a piece under such a limited timeframe.
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Katsuki begins with a pair of sleek charcoal gray slacks, flattening them out and holding the waist open for Izuku to step into with ease.
“You can hold onto my shoulders, if that's easiest for you.” Katsuki stares down at him, a glimmer of hope flashing across his eyes,
“You can hold onto my shoulders, if that's easiest for you.” Katsuki stares down at him, a glimmer of hope flashing across his eyes,
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hoping the prince accepts his offer.
And so Izuku does, placing both hands on top of Katsuki’s shoulders, and raising one leg up to step into one side before Katsuki slides the fabric up his body.
And so Izuku does, placing both hands on top of Katsuki’s shoulders, and raising one leg up to step into one side before Katsuki slides the fabric up his body.
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Izuku notices how he takes his time with this part, the fleeting touch of his fingertips linger against Izuku’s skin.
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Once Izuku has finished stepping into his pants, Katsuki quickly finishes buttoning them in the middle and backs up, walking around to Izuku’s backside before flashing a quick smirk. Even though this session is for a trial run, Katsuki can’t help but tease the prince before him.
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“You know, maybe you should wear those panties on coronation day. They make your ass look divine, your highness.”
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And before he can walk away to grab the next piece of fabric, Izuku feels a pinch to his ass and lets out a squeal, flipping around and placing his own hands to his backside to cover what Katsuki seems to be so interested in.
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“Haha, so funny Kacchan..” Izuku huffs.
Next, Katsuki grabs a white, long-sleeved tunic, already unbuttoned for Izuku to put on with ease.
Next, Katsuki grabs a white, long-sleeved tunic, already unbuttoned for Izuku to put on with ease.
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Katsuki wraps the shirt around him and allows Izuku to place his arms through the sleeves, and he begins to button the shirt together, one-by-one. Izuku can do nothing but stare at Kacchan’s fingers as he does this,
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and at the speed in which he completes is stunning to Izuku, such thus is a difficult task for the prince.
The scars that cover his fingers and knuckles often make them sore, and a simple task like buttoning a button turns tenfold.
The scars that cover his fingers and knuckles often make them sore, and a simple task like buttoning a button turns tenfold.
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Lastly, it’s time for the corset. Izuku feels his skin bubbling with excitement. This is the piece he’s been most anxious and thrilled to see.
He tries his best to keep his line of vision on himself in the mirror, not wanting to be spoiled by a glance he sneaks in.
He tries his best to keep his line of vision on himself in the mirror, not wanting to be spoiled by a glance he sneaks in.
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He can hear something clanging together, like windchimes. It’s very light, and sounds like beads clacking together.
Katsuki brings the corset around for Izuku to see, and Izuku feels his eyeballs almost pop out of his skull.
Katsuki brings the corset around for Izuku to see, and Izuku feels his eyeballs almost pop out of his skull.
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The first thing he notices is green. The corset has been carved from the most beautiful emerald he’s ever seen. When Katsuki begins to tilt it around, he notices the sunbeams bounce off of it, and he can see small gold streaks throughout, like miniature lightning bolts.
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The base of it is in the most extravagant hourglass shape, and covered in a marble of gold and black.
Right at the base that his sternum would lie, is the coat of arms symbol for his royal family’s last name. It’s been molded into the shape of the corset.
Right at the base that his sternum would lie, is the coat of arms symbol for his royal family’s last name. It’s been molded into the shape of the corset.
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Finally, Izuku smiles to himself, now understanding the noises he was hearing previously. Intricate beading of gold, black, and green pellets decorate the bottom portion of the corset, and Izuku reaches out to twirl them around his fingertips,
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enjoying the way the expensive jewelry feels and looks. The whole piece just feels like Izuku, who he is and what he’s become. The tears sneak up on him quicker than he thought.
“It’s… perfect Kacchan.” He sniffs. “I don't know how I can ever thank you enough.”
“It’s… perfect Kacchan.” He sniffs. “I don't know how I can ever thank you enough.”
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“Just don’t trip or make a fool of yourself up there and I think we’ll be okay.” Izuku chuckles at that and nods his head, rubbing his hands into his eyes to rid himself of the extra liquid his body decided to produce.
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All of a sudden, Katsuki starts to flip around the corset from all sorts of angles, the strings that will tie Izuku into it getting wrapped around his wrists.
Izuku places a hand to his mouth. Oh, he didn’t think about this part.
Izuku places a hand to his mouth. Oh, he didn’t think about this part.
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Kacchan probably doesn’t have any idea how to tie a corset.
Usually, his helpers that dress him will always pull him into one, but he’s never asked Kacchan previously to get him into one.
Usually, his helpers that dress him will always pull him into one, but he’s never asked Kacchan previously to get him into one.
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“Kacchan, it’s alright if you don’t know how to pull a corset. I can ask one of my helpers to do this part!”
He really doesn't want to invite anyone else into the room right now, given the simmering tension, but Izuku has to see what this looks like on his body. He cannot wait.
He really doesn't want to invite anyone else into the room right now, given the simmering tension, but Izuku has to see what this looks like on his body. He cannot wait.
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“Of course I can lace up a corset, dumbass... Sheesh, who do you think even created all of this in the first place, Izuku?”
Wait.
What?
Wait.
What?
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“I-I thought… you just designed the pieces… that once you finished drawing something, it was passed off to your helpers to create?”
Right?
Katsuki places the corset down for a moment, and takes a look over at Izuku, and shakes his head.
Right?
Katsuki places the corset down for a moment, and takes a look over at Izuku, and shakes his head.
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“Well yes, and also no. Ever since you’ve brought me here, everything you’ve worn has been made by my hands, yes, both drawn and both created. I’ve spun every fabric, stitched every piece, created everything from scratch just for you…”
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TBC! <3 had to add in some sexual tension there
thanks for reading! hope you guys like this one.
i have one more planned chapter in mind then a small epilogue!
thanks for reading! hope you guys like this one.
i have one more planned chapter in mind then a small epilogue!
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here’s a link to what izuku’s corset looks like! 💛💚🖤
candymakeupartist@joycespakman
Black emerald crystal waspie
Color changes under different lighting. Finished with glass and crystal beading.
linktr.ee/candymakeupart…
#corset #baroque #fashion #aesthetic
Color changes under different lighting. Finished with glass and crystal beading.
linktr.ee/candymakeupart…
#corset #baroque #fashion #aesthetic
