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kingkatsuki · 2 months
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One more and then I’ll stop but like seriously imagine this hulking brute of a man preparing to mount his dragon to return home to his Kingdom after successfully pillaging another village. The loot strapped to the sides of the dragons as he stands victorious, covered head to toe in a sheen of drying blood that for the most part isn’t his.
And as he’s preparing to leave he notices something moving in the foliage out of the corner of his eye. Immediately reaching for his axe as he holds it up high, ready to strike— when he sees a small bunny rabbit struggling beneath a wicker basket. The poor animal looks injured, its paw a deep crimson that rivals his eyes and his first thought is to put it out of its misery and take it home as part of the feast.
But then he thinks of you, and the way you tremble in front of him much like the little rabbit in front of him now. Sliding his axe back into his belt as he crouches down to pick up the struggling animal, caging it in large palms as he holds it uncharacteristicly gently to his chest. Walking back to his dragon as his men call out to him.
“That’s barely a snack for a dragon, King.” Sero calls out, grinning from ear to ear as Bakugou shoots him a glare.
“Do you want me to put it with the rest of the food?” Kirishima offers as he reaches out to take the bunny by the ears.
“No,” Bakugou mutters gruffly, opening a sachel at the side of his beast as he places the rabbit gently inside. His men raise their brows but know better than to say anything as they take off, returning back home before nightfall.
The Kingdom is in celebration as the team return, gathering the spoils as a feast is prepared for tonight. And Bakugou decides to clean himself up before seeking you out, worried that if he found you covered in the blood of his enemies you’d never talk to him again. It was much like he looked the first time he found you; and he’ll remember that terrified look for the rest of his days.
Changing into fresh cloth and furs as he makes his way towards your room, and even though he’s trying to be respectful he still doesn’t knock. Stepping inside to see you curled up by a fire with a book that you quickly put down when you notice him, the tension in your body doesn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou who tries to be less intimidating. A difficult feat for a man who’s waged wars on nations, and spilt more blood than the rivers that flow outside the Kingdom.
He’s silent as he crouches, setting his sachel down in front of him as he opens it. Rough hands reach in to take out the quivering bunny rabbit, which you stare at with wide eyes.
“It reminded me of you.” He rasps, holding the animal out to you as you crawl over to him from your position in front of the fire. Gentle hands taking the rabbit from him as you hold him against your chest, soft fingers stroking at its fur.
“You’re not going to cook him after, are you?”
And Bakugou can’t help but smile at your question, it’s the first time you’ve seen him do so and it softens the strong frown lines against his face. His eyes rounder, fierce gaze less intense as he moves to sit on the floor beside you with thick thighs outstretched.
“He looked like he needed someone to look after him.”
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heli-writes · 1 month
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A dragon's heart
Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader
Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.
Disclaimer: Heavy violence in the last part, throat cutting and gutting of human people, mentions of rape (no visual description!), swearing
[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]
Part 1, Part 2
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People don't dare to speak about them out loud. Afraid that it would manifest them. They would only speak about them only in whispers behind closed doors. Fathers would tell their sons that it's better to flee than to fight. Don't play the hero. You can't win a fight against them, no one can. Mothers tell their daughters about the horrors they commit. You'd rather be dead than be captured by them. The women they don't kill after they're done, don't last more than a week. Y/n heard all the stories growing up. Some are more horrifying than others. Y/n has never lived in one place for too long. Her people have always been wanderers, offering their services and wares to the villages they pass through. So, she's come to hear a great deal of stories in her lifetime.
In the past two years, life has been unfortunate for y/n. The wandering folk have always been victims of bandits waiting on the side of the road. They've found ways to defend themselves but bandit activity has risen in the past years due to the barbarians attacking and raiding places all over the kingdom. Like sharks smelling blood, other low-life criminals start to crawl out of their holes, sensing an opportunity to gain some coin and women for themselves. Y/n's group has been attacked quite a few times over the last two years, decimating their numbers bit by bit. Having lost people, coins and wares, the last winter was harsh. Those, who didn't starve to death, died due to the harsh cold or infection that followed soon after. After that winter, there weren't many left of them and the survivors started to question if their way of life was still liveable in the current condition. Eventually, the group dismembered. Not all at once, but one by one. People found other work or opportunities in the villages they passed through. A better prospect of life. Even y/n's elder brother, her only surviving family member, left this spring and enrolled in the military service of the king. He tried to convince her to come with her and settle down in the capital. But y/n can't imagine such a life. Being used to living in the open, in tents and wagons, she developed a distaste for sleeping in houses made of stone. It gives her nightmares. The thought that the house might crumble and its stones burying her alive, scares her to death.
Eventually, y/n ends up alone. Only her, her tent, and a wagon her parents left behind. She tried keeping up the life of a wanderer until her donkey died of old age and she had no coin to buy a new one. Having no opportunity to continue to pull her wagon, she was forced to settle closeby to a small settlement. Here's the thing. Villagers are usually nice to the wandering folk. They're happy to trade with them and the change of pace and stories they bring with them. However, they are not keen on having them in their life permanently. It's nice to have them around for a couple of days, but it's also good when they move on. Then there are the prejudices. Often people put y/n's kind into the same box as other people without a permanent residence like bandits, homeless people, or moving brothels. So, people weren't too happy when y/n put up her tent close to the village entrance.
You see, most people don't treat y/n unkindly as long as she keeps her distance and has the proper coin when she needs to buy something. They even trust her enough to buy her wares but they're not very inclusive. So y/n does not really find any friends or social connections and she is aware of the demeaning glances and sneers people give her when they think she's not looking. She's trying to save up coins for a new donkey and hopes to find her brother. Maybe convincing him to leave the military. Or at least to find a more inviting place than where she is now.
Today's the celebration of the long day. It's the longest day of the year and the people celebrate the daylight for blessing their fields and fruits. There's a festival in the village with dances, beverages and lots of music. It gives y/n some consolation that the village people are celebrating this day. It's a big festival for her people with different traditions and rituals that are held all day and night. This year y/n tried to do as many of them on her own, but it's just not the same without your family around. So, she's glad she can go into the village and take part in the buzzing celebration. Though 'take part' is probably a bit too much. She probably will buy a cup of fruit wine and watch the hustle and bustle of the villagers. It's not like anybody would want to dance with her. After all, she has no real prospect of marriage around here. Nobody would let their son court and marry a woman like her. Not that y/n is interested in any of the young men she's seen in the village. She finds most of them quite close-minded and not very driven.
Y/n wears a flower crown she's woven today and one of her mother's dresses. It actually might be the one she got married in. She wanders the town square and watches old men toast with full jugs of beer and young couples sneaking around, waiting for the music to start. She gets herself a cup of wine and a sugary piece of cake and settles on the ground next to the bakery stand. Cross-legged, she bites into her cake and takes notice of some middle-aged women looking in her direction and whispering behind raised hands. Y/n shrugs it off as the music starts to play and people start to dance. She watches the commotion and whips her feet to the music. She really would love to dance. At midnight, the villagers dim the lanterns and lit a fire in the middle of the square. Curiously, y/n blends into the mass that gathers around the fire. She bumps into a man her age. She apologizes and gives the man a small smile. The man looks at her in bewilderment and his friend gives her a mean look, pulling the man away from her. Slowly, silence befalls the square and the old storyteller of the village makes his way to the middle of the square, next to the fire. Y/n buzzes with excitement. She loves stories. Before starting his story, the man lets his gaze wander through the people and takes a deep breath.
Far away from here, behind the mountain range we call bear fangs, lays the territory of the dragonblood tribe. These beasts of men managed to tame the greatest monsters known to mankind: the dragons. Over 12 feet high, spewing raging fire, these creatures are nothing more than steel-hard scales and razor-sharp teeth. While normal people, like us, would fear for their lives encountering these monsters, the dragonblood tribe has lived together with them for centuries in what they call harmony. There's no doubt you have to be a special kind of person to survive an encounter with such a monster, let alone live with them. Tall, strong, cunning and unafraid of death. All characteristics the men of the tribe possess. Some say they even mixed their blood with their dragons and gained impenetrable skin and superhuman strength.
A strength that they still use today to bring terror and fear into our lands. However, a few winters ago, a horrible sickness befell the women of the dragonblood tribe. Most of them didn't survive the season. Having lost their women, the dragonblood men lust for female flesh. Flesh that they seek nowadays in our lands.
We've all heard stories. From an aunt or uncle living in other parts of the kingdom, from passing merchants or the wandering folk about them. They do not care for day or night, they attack whenever they feel like it. There's no plan or logic to their attack, just chaos and violence. They burn houses, skin men alive, put children on spikes and do unspeakable, terrible things to our women. We should fear every single one of them but... there's one we should fear the most. Their leader: Bakugou Katsuki. He's the cruelest, strongest, and meanest of them all. He managed to tame the biggest and most dangerous dragon of all kinds: A hellfire dragon. With scales red as blood and fire as hot as a hundred forges, no one can escape this beast. And no one can escape its master either. With an insatiable hunger for coin, gold and women, their leader and his men continue to invade this country and raid its villages and towns. Greedily acquiring riches and kidnapping and taking our women whenever they please. You never know when they strike, but when you see a sliver of burning red in the sky... Take your little siblings, put your old mother on your back and leave farm and home behind, and run as fast as you can. If you're lucky, and cunning yourself, you might just be able to escape the terror of the dragonblood tribe and live another day to tell the story.
As the storyteller finishes his story, the market square lies in eery silence. Nobody dares to even move. Only when the musicians start playing again and the lanterns are lit again, the tension eases and the gathering around the fire dissolves. Y/n gets up from the place she was seated in and rubs her arms. There are goosebumps all over her body. What a creepy story to tell during such delightful festivities, she thinks. She grabs her cup to return it to the vendor. In passing, she hears someone say: "Why on earth would he speak of this? Doesn't he know it's a bad omen to speak it out loud?". She returns her cup and lets her gaze wander over the square once more. Some couples picked up dancing again but it's obvious that the atmosphere has shifted. Y/n notices the man she bumped into earlier watching her from across the square. She gives him a nod and then turns around to leave.
Y/n set up camp not too far away from the village, but far away enough to have some peace and quiet. The wandering folk often set up camp in a forest or closeby a river, living off the land around them. So, y/n has a short walk by foot back to her tent. The moon stays high in the sky, illuminating her surroundings enough for her to comfortably find her way home. Deep in her own thoughts, y/n doesn't notice the dark shadows following her. She's been walking for a while when she finally hears the snickering of male voices behind her. She looks over her shoulder and sees three male silhouettes following her. "Hey, y/n, wait a second!", she hears one of them yell. The voice is familiar. One of the villagers. She stops for a second, a stupid mistake on her part. One of the men jog up to her, the others following closely. "I'm sorry, can I help you with anything?", y/n says calmly. "Actually, there's something huge you could help me with.", the man she bumped into earlier grins. Y/n pretends not to catch on the allusion. "If you need help with something, it's best to work on it tomorrow. Also, we probably should talk to your father first since he handles business in your family.", she states. She hopes the mention of his father will intimidate the guy. "Oh, I think it's best to work on it tonight.", the man answers and his friends snicker behind him. "Sorry, I'm tired. Let's talk about it tomorrow.", y/n tries to advert him once again. "It won't be any work for you at all. You'd just have to lay down. Or stand up, depending on how you like it.", the man says and leans close. "I'd like to go home. Alone.", she tells him and turns to leave. "C'mon don't be like that!", one of his friends grins behind him, as the other one grabs her arm. "You're drunk. You should all go home, too. It's best to sleep it off.", she tells them and pulls on her arm. "Why are you like that? You don't think we're worth your time?", the third one coos. Y/n pulls on her arm again. "I'm sure you're all great and we can talk about everything tomorrow. Right now, however, I'd prefer to go home alone.", she tries again. "Not even for some coin? I heard your kind does everything for a little bit of gold.", the man holding her arms sneers. Not for any gold in the world, y/n would like to say. She knows better than to offend them. It's already a dangerous situation she's in. No need to escalate it further. "C'mon, babe. At least let me feel you up a bit.", the guy says and tries to pull her closer. Y/n decides that she has had enough of this. She balls her fist and swings it right into the man's face. Not expecting the blow, he lets go of her arm and stumbles back. Y/n doesn't waste a second and makes a run for it. Immediately, she leaves the well-known path and darts into the woods. She hopes that the trees give her enough cover to keep out of their sight. She runs in a zigzag, changing her direction multiple times. She hears the man behind her, trying to keep up with her. Unfortunately for her, they are bigger and faster than her and it's hard to shake them off. Eventually, y/n loses them. She climbs up a tree and stays unmoving for a long time. She doesn't hear them anywhere close by and her heart slows down a bit. It's not the first time she had to run away from men with bad intentions. She knows it's not a smart idea to return to her tent immediately. So, she stays up on the tree for most of the night. Her eyes fall close a couple of times but after she almost loses balance one time, she stays awake for the remaining night listening closely into the woods.
Only when the sun starts to rise again and wafts of mist waver over the cold forest ground, y/n climbs down from her spot. Her joints are stiff and she's chilled to the bone. Cautiously, she starts her way back to her tent. Of course, she did not watch where she was going last night and it takes her multiple hours to find her way back. When she arrives at her campsite, chills run down her back. Apparently, these men were not only relentless but also petty. Her entire campsite is destroyed. They absolutely trashed the place and set fire to her tent and wagon. Y/n takes in the sight. She tries to stay calm but her blood is boiling. It's not like she cared much about the possessions. The wandering folk always packed lightly and only what they could carry. It's the disrespect for her. Also, the little things that she did own were necessities. It's still early in the morning, so y/n decides to salvage what she can and take her leave. She knows men like this. When they don't get what they want, they don't rest until they absolutely destroy everything.
Unfortunately for y/n, the devil works fast and these men work faster. She just started piling up things that were still usable when she hears clamoring just a mile away. "Let's go! She must be back by now! No way she leaves her witchcraft stuff behind!", she hears a man yell. Y/n debates for a few seconds whether or not to stand her ground but decides it's better to avoid confrontation. She quickly grabs a small bag and retreats to the forest. However, she doesn't make it far. Only a few meters into the woods, an arrow flies by her head. "There she is! I saw her just beyond the tree line!", she hears a yell behind her. Immediately, y/n breaks into a sprint. She tries to lose them by zigzagging again but the broad daylight makes it easier for them to spot her. Being used to walking all day, y/n has quite the stamina and hopes to tire them out. However, she didn't sleep all night and the men seemed to have prepared for a longer hunt. 'Hunt' is the appropriate term here. They keep shooting arrows at her and seem to track her trails.
The forest no longer looks familiar to y/n as she keeps pushing on. Her heart feels as if it's about to explode. In a bad way. She's sure the men on her tail can hear her heavy breathing from a mile away. She's also sure that they start to catch up to her. She can hear them closer and closer behind her. They are whooping and whistling as if they are making fun of her. So sure that they can catch up to her. Suddenly, an arrow flies close to her face again, cutting her ear. She can feel blood dripping down the side of her face. "Come out, come out, wherever you are! You can't hide forever, you little bitch!", she hears one of them call out behind her. She gathers all her strength and pushes her legs to run even faster than before. Panic sets in and she hears an arrow hit the ground behind her. Trying to look back in order to estimate how far they are behind her, she stumbles over the roots of a tree and falls to the ground. "Over there!", a voice yells closely behind her. She gets up as quickly as she can and a piercing pain jolts through her. She must've torn or broken something in her joint as she fell. She limbs on trying to use the trees for cover. Another arrow hits the bark of the tree right next to her. She pushes herself off the tree, trying to bring more distance between herself and the men hunting her. Suddenly she loses her footing and finds herself sliding down a slope. Thorny bushes cut her legs, arms and face. The impact leaves a ringing tone in her ears. Her entire body hurts now. For a moment, she's tempted to just lay there and accept her fate. But when she hears the howling men above her, she fights to get back onto her feet again. Her bones feel heavy as she staggers on. She can hear some of the men sliding down the slope as well. Suddenly, she smells smoke in the air. Somebody must be close by!, she thinks. This thought cost her a valuable second and suddenly a pointed force to her right shoulder knocks her down again. Next, she feels a soaring pain from the very same place. When she turns her head to her side, in terror she realizes that an arrow is stuck in her shoulder. She can barely lift her arm now. On her hands and knees, she frantically looks for smoke in the air. Y/n fixes her eyes on the dark clouds of smoke rising into the air just a yard or so from her. It's my only chance, y/n decides. These people might be able to help. They can't be worse than the men that are hunting her. Little did she know, it was quite the opposite. Having found new hope, y/n gets back onto her feet. She starts sprinting again. Ignoring the pain in her foot joint, she pushes her body to the limit. Avoiding arrows out of sheer luck, she manages to avoid getting killed. Finally, she stumbles onto the clearing where the smoke was coming from.
Her eyes fall onto the fireplace first, then at the man sitting next to it. The man only wears dark pants and a pair of boots. He's got blonde spiky hair that stands up in different directions. Necklaces of teeth hand from his neck. All things y/n doesn't register in her panic. That and the giant, red dragon sleeping at the other side of the clearing. The man gets up immediately and grabs a sword that laid across his lap just seconds ago. He looks at y/n angrily, ready to yell or behead her or both. However, he does not get a chance to speak. Y/n's body gives out and she falls onto her knees. "I'm begging you!", she yells out, tears streaming down her face. "Please help me! If you have just an inch of good in you, please find the mercy to help me! They are going to kill me!", she continues to yell. The man looks at her in bewilderment. Nearby, the village men yell in her direction. In horror, she pushes herself up once more and stumbles in the direction of the strange man in front of her. She falls straight into his chest, clinging onto his arm. For a moment, the man looks as if he wants to push her back to the ground again but he doesn't get a chance to do so. One of the men hunting y/n stumbles onto the clearing with a knife in his hand. "There you are, you little slut!", he yells. In fear, y/n clings to the man in front of her. Suddenly, the stranger grabs her right arm. Pain shots from the arrow wound into her fingertips. She looks up and sees the stranger look at the wound with narrowed eyes. Another villager reaches the clearing. This one carries a bow and arrow. The stranger quickly makes the connection between the arrow stuck in y/n's shoulder and the arrow in the man's hand.
The stranger yells something non-understandable and pushes y/n to the side who falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The impact sends more pain through y/n body. "Who the fuck are you? That one belongs to us, find your own toy to play with!" the knife man says and raises his weapon. The stranger exclaims something loud and angry. Again y/n can't understand him. He must speak a different language than her. Suddenly a rumble pierces the air. Y/n's head whips around and the dragon rises to his feet. Y/n's mouth hangs open in disbelief. The man with the arrow yelps in surprise and lets go of his arrow sending it flying in an arbitrary direction. The stranger in front of her doesn't waste a second and uses the distraction to cut the knife guy's throat in a swift movement. In horror, y/n watches as blood gushes out of the horizontal wound and the man chokes on his own body fluids. The man with the bow stumbles backward onto his butt. His eyes are still fixated on the dragon to his right. The stranger harshly steps onto the man's foot. The disgusting sound of breaking bones rings through the air. The man yells in pain and throws his head back. The stranger grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his head forward. Angrily, he yells at the villager and when the man only groans in pain, the stranger sticks his sword into his side. The villager lets out a bone-chilling scream. When the villager continues to not answer him, the stranger starts twisting his sword in the wound. The villager throws up on himself and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Y/n can't advert her eyes. She doesn't really comprehend what's happening in front of her. When more yelling is heard at the edge of the clearing, the stranger pulls his sword diagonally through the man's abdomen, creating a wound that makes squishy red things fall out of the man's body. Y/n feels like throwing up. The stranger drops the twitching man and makes its way to the edge of the clearing. What happens next is not registered by y/n who can't help but stare at the gutted man in front of her who keeps twitching until the light has left his eyes. She doesn't hear the screams of terror and death from the other side of the clearing. She doesn't even see the giant beast watching her every move.
Only when the stranger returns with blood dripping down his sword and chest, y/n's consciousness finds its way back into her body. The stranger looks as angry as he has since she entered his clearing. He sounds angry too. He's saying something to her. Looking at it backward, y/n is sure that she wouldn't have been able to understand him even if he spoke her language at this very moment. Only when he stomps closer to her with a raised sword, y/n springs to action and pushes herself backward with one leg, still sitting on the ground. This is it, she thinks, I'm going to die. The man grabs her uninjured shoulder and shakes her. She stares up at him with wide eyes. Suddenly, her vision starts spinning and her hearing starts to fade. Before she understands what is happening, her world fades to black.
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lolita-lollipop · 3 months
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YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER
The king of the most violent and powerful tribe in the eastern world is captured during battle by a small farmers village. What does a violent man like katsuki bakugo do upon meeting a kind servant girl like you?
WARNINGS: reader gets hurt by villagers (bakugo saves her)
He couldn't remember how long he had been here, he just knew it was cold, dark, unsanitary, and painful. He remembered the battle that put him here, getting shot with a poison-laced arrow, feinting on the field. Heh. imagine it, the great barbarian Bakugo, the children's slayer, the village burner, the soldier slaughterer falling because of one puny arrow from one puny kingdom. When he first had woken up he could feel the slick of his blood under him mixed with the dirt and grime of the cell, he had giant iron cuffs wrapping his wrists and legs, binding him to the floor. He couldn't blame these people, truly, they knew that once he woke up if he were to get out they were all as good as slaughtered.
It was a small stone dungeon, with only a couple of stalls, he occupying one of them. There was a small barred window, along with a wall of iron bars serving as protection from him and the rest of the world. Iron, he hated the stuff, and banned it from his country, it burned him, burned his people. There was a thick, damp smell of blood and rust, a musty smell he could easily recognize as death. He would carve every person in this building up, then burn every building in the village, and he would let the fire spread to their fields and watch as their lives work shrivels up into ash. But for now, He would wait for the perfect time to strike, all he could do was wait really, watch the guard rotation, see which ones were talkative, and which ones were cruel.
Many of the guards would beat him, carve his skin, and watch him bleed, they know of all the gruesome things he has done to so very many people, and supposedly the bastards feel some kind of idiotic vengeance or justice for those people. They would pay in the long run, who exactly do they think they are? he is a king, royalty, the highest of the highest, the strongest too. If he doesn't kill them his people will, they'll see. All the king could do was watch, wait, and plot the splattering of this village.
That was, until you came along.
Little you, in your flowy little skirt that was all torn up, with no shoes and a dirt-covered face. Little you with your oh-so-innocent smile, and your callused hands. Little you with your malnourished body, frail and sickly. Little you, who had no idea who he was. Little you who snuck in when no guard was on duty, a small bowl of soup in your hands, and a cup of water.
“I-im sorry that this is all I have, I know you haven't eaten in a long time I just- I’ll have more tomorrow” you whispered, and he swore he fell in love right then and there, you were too frail, too weak to be giving out food that you surely needed. Yet here you were, shakily handing him the bowl and the cup. He stared at you for a solid second, not even his own mother was this selfless, and you don't even know him. Who were you? You did not seem like aristocracy, too kind, maybe a farmer? Maybe a maid, a servant even.
He hadn't realized how hungry he was, not until the entire bowl and cup were gone, and he was left to stare at you. You were ethereal, dirt-covered and all, your eyes, your hair, your hands, everything, absolutely stunning. You had a look in your eyes. Something hungry and fearful told him that you were not happy, not safe and sound, not as you should be.
“I don't have anything to treat your wound, but- I'm sorry. Nobody should be treated this way, not even prisoners. I'll be back tomorrow, please don't tell the guards that I've done this. They will kill me.” you whispered, cautiously reaching to grab the glassware from his grip, waiting to see if he would snap at you. He didn't, only stared, grunting in response to your plea. You stared back with those sympathetic globes of yours, as if you could see the anger in his soul. Before turning on your heel, and quietly sneaking out of the dungeon room, you gave him one last glance before disappearing.
He was left in the quiet, in the cold, falling head over heels in love with you, a mere human. A peasant at that. Strange. You were too sweet, too kind, you clearly needed the food, clearly were starving and malnourished, yet you still stood here and offered your only food to him, a prisoner of war, you were so sweet. So kind. His people were not like you, they were not soft or sweet, he loved them for it, but you, oh you. You were soft and supple and sweet andso sickeningly kind. He would protect you, he has too.
The next couple of nights went similarly, you sneaking in during the dead hours following midnight with varying foods, sometimes a stale loaf of bread with milk, sometimes some leafy soup and water. He was grateful every time, thankful that he wasn't starving, still burning with absolute rage towards the mere peasants who believed that they could contain him. But you, in the very few days that he had known you, had wormed your way into his heart with your soft hands and pretty smile.
He can just imagine you adorned in stolen jewels and furs, dressed in the finest silk, or better, the clothes of his people. something soft like you, something pretty and supple and shiny and light. Something that reflects you, he would take you out of those rags, clean you up, teach you what luxury truly is. and you wouldnt have to lift a finger. he dreamed about your future everyday that you would visit, asking your favorite color or season or jewel.
That was, until you stopped showing up. No more quiet hours gazing at each other, no more shared food and drink, no more listening to you quietly talk about your life, no more sympathetic glances, no more questions about him from you, no more answers from him. It was like you had disappeared entirely, and back to his old routine of watching and observing the guards had begun once more. He had to admit it kind of hurt, having the only good thing here disappear entirely, he resented this place more, resented you.
He hated you, how could you leave him? You, a servant girl abandoning a king. Funny, hilarious, he sat in a pool of blood and hatred thinking about you, about this town, about the people who put him here, who chained him to the floor and watched him bleed out, this city will burn. And burn and burn and burn and burn and burn, his people would tear it apart until it was nothing but ash and blood-
What tore him out of his internal monologue was a pained scream, but not just anybody, he didn't know anybody in the town, it was yours. With that whispery rasp that you had from overexertion, and that neverending fear that dripped from your tone. He stood up to stare through the small window, only to see you on the ground, surrounded by many people, all bigger and stronger than you, yelling and screaming.
“It's her, the traitor!”
“She has been feeding the enemy, treason, treason I say!”
“She should be beheaded, the traitor.”
You let another scream ring out through the town center as one of the men brought their boot down on your bare foot, he could hear the crunch followed by another scream. The first kick sparked more from other men as they brought their feet down on frail little ou, you slowly reverted into a fetal position, lying in the dirt as they beat you relentlessly. He saw red, crimson blinding him and overflowing all of his senses. How could they? You did nothing, you knew nothing. You were just a sweet, innocent little human who knew no better, who were they to punish you, to beat you so cruelly? You were thin and frail and he could hear each one of your bones cracking and breaking into pieces.
He saw bright ruby red, anger wasn’t the word, absolute rage is a better way to put it.
Red red red red red red red red red
He didn't even realize he had broken from his chains till his legs were moving,
Red
He didn’t even feel the burn of the iron till the bars holding him were bent out of shape and twisted
Red
He didn’t realize they were all dead till his hands were stained with that bright crimson color he loved so much- you guessed it, red
He killed them all, so painfully, knuckles crunching skulls and tearing off limbs, pulling people apart faster than any wolf or bear could even try to. The thrill of freedom mixed with rage and pure anger let him revert to the ways of his homeland, back to the thrilling violence and electrifying feeling of tearing another apart. He enjoyed it, enjoyed tearing them limb from limb and watching them bleed as they had done to him. He cackled as they screamed in terror, relishing in their fear.
You watched deliriously, you had lost too much blood in too short of a time, and you were positive that you had many many broken bones, pain overcame you as you watched the bloodshed in front of you, your vision was blurry and shaking but you could tell that somebody was strong, and enjoying violence. Fear budded in the back of your brain, he was enjoying this, enjoying their pain, he would hurt you just the same, kill you, and relish in it.
You hadn’t known who he was, you swore to the village leaders, swore that you just felt bad for the poor starving man in the dungeons who seemed to gentle and sweet, they hadn’t cared. You were to be burned or drowned or noosed they said. But a death like this, at the hand of a man you had been fooled to be sweet? That was worse. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god you were going to die
Your breath became shallow, both because of what was surely a punctured lung, but also because of the slowly approaching footsteps crunching on the dirt. A small whimper escaped you as the figure towered over you, and your hands came up to shield your face from the blow that was surely to come.
But Instead of a painful ending blow, arms wrapped under you and hoisted you up, you never realized how tall this man was. Naturally, you curled into his warmth and tried not to think about how sticky his hands were with blood. your breath hitched as he squeezed you closer with calloused rough hands. Tears washed down your face, you were quivering, shaking in fear.
“P-please-“ you quivered out. Hand moving up to push him away, your statement had many meanings, to beg for your life, to beg him to put you down, to beg him to leave you and your village alone, to beg him to forgive you. He stared down at you with crimson eyes, a sudden softness overcoming them, more than he thought he could have.
“Don’t you worry baby,
I’ll take good care of ya”
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Cute
Anyway enjoy, I noticed a lack of barbarian bakugo content on here so I figured I would add some fuel to the fire.
Love you all, make sure to have a great day!
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mhathotfic · 8 months
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Dragon king! Alpha! Bakugou who finds himself in a peculiar position.
He was looking for a mate, someone strong enough to not take his shit and bare him some strong children, and now he has a knife to his neck. An Omega’s snarling face hovering inches above his own.
“Watch where you step! If you ever ruin my garden like this again I’ll end you”
He could easily toss them off of him, but he was too intrigued to consider it at the moment.
“End me? You’d end your king over a few crushed plants?”
“I’m a healer, my loyalty is to the people not the crown, if you ruin what should have been invaluable medicine then—”
“Marry me”
It’s not a question, but an order. One that surprises the Omega enough that they quickly withdraw their weapon and ponder his sanity.
They were willing to kill him, why would he want to marry them?
“An Omega who has their priorities straight is exactly who I want raising my pups and caring for my kingdom” he answers their unspoken question and they hated to admit it, but it did intrigue them to know he wasn’t angered or intimidated by an Omega like themself.
Maybe in a few years, they’ll even blush and pout at him for telling their pup about the time they met and he was nearly killed over an accidentally crushed plant
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nohoney · 5 days
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dragon king bakugou who pillages a a nomadic tribe with his men. they cause chaos, taking what they deem valuable and leaving utter destruction until they’re satisfied with the damage. he happens to see the biggest tent that pitched up in the entire encampment and makes his way to it. maybe there’s gold in it, treasure, good wine or ale that will warm his blood, or weapons.
even better, there’s a woman in it.
you’re cowering in the corner when bakugou enters the tent, shouting a battle cry in his language. he slaughters the man that seems to be your husband if the matching circlets are anything to go by, deciding to ignore the fancy and luxurious looking chest and going straight to you. it’s too easy to lift you and put you over his shoulder, you yelping in surprise but seeming to have enough sense to not fight back. bakugou kicks at the head of your husband first before walking through his spilled blood.
he’s directing his men to loot whatever they can use as he approaches his dragon. the beast bows to him, a loyal creature that bakugou had raised since he himself was a child, waiting patiently as he climbs onto the saddle that’s mounted onto the dragon’s back.
“if you fall, i won’t bother to catch you so you better hang on.” bakugou speaks in the common language, one of four he knows and seeing if you understand. you nod your head and hang on tightly, practically holding him in a death grip.
he’s brought you back to his home, pushing you to a gaggle of maidens to get you cleaned up while he takes inventory of what was taken. he expects to hear some update about you; that you’re screaming or fighting back, maybe even crying.
he gets no news aside from the fact that you’re scrubbed clean, you’ve been dressed, and you’re put in his quarters.
it’s a few hours before he finally goes into the privacy in his room. you’re sat by the fireplace, a dragon egg sitting on a bed of warmed coal nearby that you seemed to be looking at before his presence snapped your attention to him. you’re being docile, bowing slightly when he approaches but it makes bakugou be on guard.
you could be one of those witches that plays soft but poisons him in his sleep.
in your lap, the circlet you were wearing before is held delicately in your hands along with some ripped up white cloth that he doesn’t recognize.
“my king,” you speak first, addressing him formally which makes bakugou wary of you, “thank you.”
one of his eyebrows quirks up in question, unsure what he was being thanked for.
“today was my wedding day… i was to be married to a man that was going to make me his fourth wife. i dreaded it for the last year, and i prayed everyday to the gods to intervene in my fate. but nothing happened and i—i was beginning to despair as they prepared me for the ceremony.” you speak softly, your hands delicately tracing the metal of the circlet before petting over the precious jewel at the center of the piece, “but the gods answered my prayers and you saved me!”
a wedding, that explains the amount of inordinate amount of treasure that had been collected.
bakugou is stunned, watching as you stand up to your feet, the circlet and the white cloth dropping to the floor. he realizes now that the cloth you had in your lap was in fact the dress you were wearing before; your wedding dress.
you had been dressed in a robe, colored a rustic orange but with gold details intricately sewn into the fabric. the robe bakugou’s mother had made for him when he had been crowned as the dragon king. you undo the belt of it and let it fall open, the heavy fabric falling off your body as you present yourself to him. the glow of the fire makes your body look heavenly and your eyes shine brightly with an adoration that bakugou had never seen before.
“i want to thank you. please let me thank you for saving me.”
you step to him slowly, kicking aside the circlet and stepping on your wedding dress, your hands delicately touching his shoulders as if testing to see if he would push you away. bakugou doesn’t, still observing you carefully as you invade his space.
“allow me to show you my gratefulness, my king.”
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bbyseok · 1 year
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pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
cw: fantasy au with dragon king bakugou n soft cuddles all around
analysis: bakugou katsuki—he’s the fearsome king of dragons.. but away from prying eyes and behind closed doors, he’s also the king of cuddles.
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the soft furs of the oversized bed are something you can happily drown in, you decide. thick and heavy that chase away any cold, soft as clouds.
pops and crackles from the flames of the fireplace from the side of the bedroom bring a nice ambience. an idle noise that you associate with warmth.
but the beast that lays between the space of your legs with his head nestled on your tummy is what completes the epitome of your comfort.
you absentmindedly play with bakugou’s hair, and with a hum, you decide it’s even softer than the bed furs.
little purrs escape from him every now and then with your attention, but he’s made you swear not to speak a word on it a while ago. (how cute.)
even though you’re somewhat propped up with the mass amount of pillows and blankets, you crane your neck to see your king’s face.
“katsuki? are you awake?” you pry softly, pushing some of his hair back gently to expose his forehead, and more importantly, the sleepy (and pouty!) look he offers.
he blinks owlishly at you once, then twice. “no.”
you can’t help but breathe an airy laugh at that, fingers still in his hair as you take in his features. “no?”
“shut up.” it’s spoken gruffly as he buries his face back into your stomach with a tired groan.
“aww, katsu,” you coo, ignoring his grumbles, “that’s no way to speak to your mate.”
“right now, i think my mate should be quiet.”
well, if he was gonna be like that then..
silently, you retract your hands from his hair and rest your arms above you with a small huff.
he only lasts three seconds before he’s glancing up at you again with his brows furrowed. he glares.
you simply raise a brow down at him.
he growls grumpily and reaches up for your arm, dragging it back down so you can resume petting him. “oi, dumbass. didn’t say stop.”
even with your hand back in the nest of blonde hair, you don’t make any moves. you keep staring down at him, biting back a giggle.
he growls again. “what? what’s up with you?”
you merely tilt your head, lips pouting ever so slightly. he had told you to be quiet after all!
katsuki brings your other arm down, his own lips prominent in showing his usual scowl. except this one is terribly sleepy.
still, you don’t return his advances, squinting down at him. he can figure it out himself. silly dragon king.
so you have an intense staring contest that carries over for five seconds before he lets loose another one of those growling grumbles.
“fine, fine,” he relents, now subtly pouting himself. he huffs. “..‘m sorry. don’t.. be quiet.”
you huff and smirk in victory, and yet your hands still remain still. “that’s what i thought, katsu.”
he rolls his eyes. “yeah, yeah. you gonna give me what i want now?”
you’re still smirking, and you can tell he wants to wipe it off your face. (actually kiss it off, but he’s not gonna tell you that.) “well, what do you want?”
“don’t play dumb with me,” he threatens lazily, lifting his head a bit. “you know what i want.”
and then you laugh. “alright, alright.” finally, you ruffle your hand through his hair, your other sliding down to cradle his cheek.
katsuki’s eyes close with bliss and he sighs quietly. “mm..”
“get some rest, my king,” you murmur, guiding his head back down to rest on your tummy. “i’ll be here in the morning.”
a purr rumbles from katsuki then, and his arms pull you in closer. “good night,” he mumbles.
who would’ve thought—the great barbaric dragon king.. so calm ‘n peaceful. reduced to nothing but a purring mess with his human mate.
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citrus-simp · 1 year
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A/N: So based off of this blurb here, I wanted to elaborate more on king Bakugou with his pregnant queen. (Idc if there has been a fic I’ve made about this I like Bakugou as a father and pregnant fics are fluffy and comfort)
ANYWAY-
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So after being nagged by advisors about having an heir Bakugou uh....took care of it
literally
Now you've missed 2 periods and you're more than sure you were pregnant. In addition to the constant tiredness, and morning sickness. Bakugou being the prideful king he was wanted to be the one to help you in the early months.
Holding your hair back, tucking you in bed, even making your food. Now he may be the king but the only person he would cook for is you himself and now your baby.
Once it was confirmed by the medic, Bakugou had to step out of the room for a moment while they spoke to you.
This was just an heir to the thrown this was his child. And he would be damned if he let them be treated only as an heir and not his pride and joy. The same thing went for you, he couldn't feel more pride knowing you were the mother of his child.
You thought he was protective before?? You haven't seen anything yet! it bumped up from a 10 to a 10000000.
He loved to watch you grow and sometimes he would stare at you in awe knowing what you and your body were capable of. This was your first child together so he was hoping all will go well
He would inspect the castle to make sure nothing was in your way to harm you.
"Katsuki you don't need the stairs taken away-"
"Oh yes I do, I'll go to hell before I let you go down any stairs" he answered back
"...katsuki its 3 steps"
"I don't care!"
He loved to wake up in the morning and watch as his stomach rose and fell. But it didn't fall completely flat. for the first few months there was a small bump, almost like bloating, but after about 3 months it started to round more. It only made Bakugou fall even harder for you
He would look at you and just wonder about it. The baby, its growth, who they'd look like who they'd act like, everything
Every now and then he'll wrap you in his arms and whisper a gentle thank you
"you both mean more than any gold I could ever have. I love you"
"awh katsuki" you'd say tearing up
While you were coming closer to the months of just bed rest he had the best midwives and doctors he could find in the village. He had them live in the castle at least until it was time for the baby to be born
He had already known women go through a great ordeal in life and childbirth was part of many. He couldn't bare your pain or take it away but he could help you. For once he had set his pride aside and asked to be taught all about childbirth and what he could do to help
he loves you....very much
"Teach me how this will all go down and what shit I have to do for her." he had his own unique way of asking for help. The doctor was in charge of scientific childbirth and the midwives told him how he can console and comfort you through labor.
he spent about 2 hours there
and he came out a new man with new knowledge. He wasn't the pregnant one and he was terrified. The labor was separate from actual birth and could go on for hours
birth wasn't fun either
and the months of recovery would not be easy either. In some ways, he felt regret for getting you pregnant and now he could only watch you through pain when the time came.
However, the midwives assured him that if he held your hand, encouraged you, and helped you in whatever way he needed, you would appreciate it even more.
While he snuggled you in bed he said "I learned some new information today. Just know that I'm grateful...for everything" he said cradling your bump
When the day finally came, he was there from the first light contraction to the very strongest. He would even see how your stomach contracted, but he knew the worst was yet to come
He had to admit it hurt him more knowing that you were in pain until this was over. Ignoring the pain in his hand from your squeezing. He wiped the sweat from your face, he held you while you let all your weight rest on him, he massaged any sore spots, he kissed your head to try and comfort you
"I know it hurts...but you're strong, you've got this" "that's it, it's almost over" "you're doing great, I'm right here" "good job, just one more push, you're so close"
After it was all done, a scream was finally heard, and the room fell silent.
It was a boy (:
The midwives cleaned him up while Bakugou kissed and congratulated you
"You did so good Y/N, I-I don't know how you pulled through all of that but you did amazing," he said kissing your forehead
The crying had died down while he was getting washed up making Bakugou look over, you squeezed his hand and said "Go see him" you urged him
he was a bit nervous to see him up close but his feet move without thought "your majesty, your son" said the midwife handing his baby over to him wrapped warmly in a blanket
"h-hey there...I'm your...your dad bud.." he was starstruck "He looked like him but he looked more like you. He even had his pout only being minutes old "let's go and see mommy yeah?"
"look at him babe....you did amazing," he said as teared up, handing you the small and delicate bundle. You couldn't fathom the amount of love you felt at that moment. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life
"Hello, sweetheart...I'm your mommy" you sniffed as tears blurred your vision. Bakugou crawled into the bed with you and gently touched the hair on his head. His eyes open up to showcase his bright crimson eyes, just like his father
"Y/N..." he called for your attention "you are nothing short of a goddess. I won't lie to you I was scared through the entire process, but you pulled through so strongly I...just..thank you...thank you so much" he said kissing your forehead
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ssplague · 30 days
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Prologue
Dragon King Bakugou x Reader
Haven’t decided on the title yet, didn’t want to take even more time to get this out.
Warnings ⚠️ BRIEF Mentions of attempted assault, sex trafficking, & murder.
As the last of the moon’s ethereal, silver light disappears from the skies, a harsh wind begins to blow. This kingdom’s inhabitants are hidden away within the confines of their homes. The silence is daunting as the wind begins to howl through the previously bustling capital streets.
Within the dimly lit castle a woman stares through the her window before shutting the drapes tight.
The atmosphere within the fortress is riddled with tension; Murmurings of prayers can be heard from various servants pausing their duties as they move about. Her bosom heaves rapidly from panting breaths, she fights in vain. Stubborn to prevent the vision attempting to shine through, ignoring the now blurry edges of her eye sight. Ebony hair is sticking to her sweaty face, she’s only standing on shaky legs from leaning against the edge of her vanity table.The door of her bedroom swings open and immediately slams shut. A man has come to see her, he’s briskly crossing the room, before coming to a stop at her side.
“What ails you?” The tired man asks, helping the woman stand upright by allowing her to hold his arm. Continuing to assist, despite her uncoordinated shuffling to sit on her bed. “If you are to be given a prophetic message, why fight it? Her majesty wishes to know what you have seen”. The woman wraps her arms around her middle, sharp nails nicking at her flesh as she draws in a shaking breath, “This night is tainted by darkness, the goddess is unable to grant us her full protection while her light is repressed…if my body will hold out until the darkness recedes, perhaps tragedy will be prevented from falling upon our kingdom once again”. Light from the single lit candle casted half of her face in shadow. The oracle was ashen faced, her black bangs plastered against her forehead, droplets of sweat leaked down her face onto the floor as she rested her elbows on her knees, shaking hands massage her temples.
“You cannot alter fate Midnight, you are destroying yourself all for the sake of delaying a message you were chosen to deliver” Aizawa says with a heavy sigh, rubbing at his eyes “I know you continue to blame yourself for the death of King Masaru but even the queen herself told you that you were not at fault, you relayed the message, and it was something that simply couldnt be remedied..”.
A shuddering breath racks the oracle’s body and she begins falling forward, only for the exhausted man to catch her,
“Stop this! You are going to die!”.
Midnight knew she was on deaths door, her body would give out soon, unless she relents…
Once again the bedroom door opens silently, the snap of it shutting alerts the two occupants of a new comer entering the room.
“Do it for the sake of the child, if you wish to atone for the death of its father then guide it as it grows, inform the future leader on how to avoid whatever negativity may come beforehand, so that it can be properly dealt with” the stern but soft voice of Jeanist seems to have been able to break through the oracle’s stubbornness.
“Normally only one of you would need to be the scribe for this session…but I would prefer it if there were two perspectives on whatever I report, considering the situation…” requests Midnight as Aizawa allows Jeanist to help the frail woman sit up. Making one more request as the blonde man fluffs and rearranges the pillows behind her:
“Please light the ceremonial pouperie and hand me both selenite and tourmaline towers”.
At the beginning of her life Midnight had been gifted with the ability to predict small things such as who would win a foot race or what she would receive for her birthday. As a teen her visions changed into predicting who would find love and eventually how relationships would end. Life was not always kind to her, and once she reached her late teens she had been enslaved and forced into prostitution.
Luck had been on her side as an adult; One night as the ebony haired beauty made her way through town. She had come across a drunken man attempting to asssault a young woman. Her amethyst eyes catch the glint of an intact bottle neck laying discarded on the alleyway’s grime crusted cobblestones. Those muffled cries of the female being violated brought her back to when she herself had first been enslaved. Slinking up through the shadows in silence, the angry woman would later on be compared to a panther as she came flying out of the darkness. The brute didnt have a chance to fight back as loose shards of glass were shoved into his eyes, the jagged spikes of the bottle were repeatedly slashed and thrusted into his neck, face, and chest until the pig was unrecognizable.
The woman she had saved turned out to be the daughter of a duke, visiting from a completely different kingdom. “Please accompany me for my journey home, your bravery will bring you great favor with my family, im offering you a new life, a fresh start”. Once the dutches and duke had learned about the gift of sight their daughter’s savior possessed, it was only a matter of time before Midnight was called to advise the current king and queen of her new home.
The darker haired man uses the candle to light to light the bundle of herbs, the scents of sage, lavender, and jasmine fill the room quickly.
Both polished stone towers are pressed into her shaking hands, Each man stood at the oracle’s bed side with quills poised and ready. Only then does the ritual begin;
She always hated lowering the walls of protection that had been built around her psyche. It made her feel as though she were stripped naked, vunerable, about to have her dignity snatched away, and soul crushed. Of course those feeling were always what prelude a tainted and unfortunate vision. Her eyes buldge in their sockets as they widen, her plump lips fall open and an amplified emotionless version of her voice spews out the sacred information from her gaping maw.
In this realm,
a blessing descends,
a child of fate,
Whose power immense,
destined to determine
earth’s fate
Born beneath the moon's shadow,
a tale quite bizarre,
A beast hides within,
a spirit touched by mar.
Not at the outset,
but time's relentless flow,
Unveils a name in
history's annals to grow.
Victories numerous,
A heart encased in sin
With a chance encounter,
love's dance shall begin.
Strings of fate weave
a love, pure and oh so divine,
The dragon king seeking
a mate with whom his
Soul shall intertwine.
This love is true,
by impurity shunned,
Great Darkness out shone
by Celestial radiance
Who’s light could
Outshine the sun
Blessings abound
if the moon's grace prevails,
However her failure
unveils hate
as darkness assails.
The Earth shall quake in fright
silence descends in despair,
The dragon king ruthless,
his mate to ensnare.
Land soaked in blood,
tainted with gore
at that moment
T’will be decided
peace within this kingdom
will become a distant lore
Decay befalls living souls,
cursed evermore.
Oh how can one’s feelings
spin a tale so profound?
For only true love shall
Determine whether darkness
Or light shall abound?
In a wing located on the complete opposite side of the castle, a feminine shriek is permeated by the sharp wails of an infant.
“It’s a boy your majesty!” Exclaims a mid-wife who held the freshly delivered baby.
She is quick to clean off the continuously shrieking child, immediately swaddling him in a soft blanket. Queen Mitsuki held out her trembling hands to receive the bundle of joy. “He’s beautiful my lady, I’m sure the king is looking down from heaven with pride” stated one of the other servants as she took away the soiled linens. “Yes he is…my beautiful little boy…my precious Katsuki” the queen whispered, kissing the boy’s head. His tiny whisps of blonde hair tickled her face as she holds him close. A little fist slips out from the blankets, waving about as his wails grow louder. Another servant enters the room, her arms laden with fresh blankets and sheets, “The moonlight has returned!” She happily reports, setting down the bedding and drawing back the curtains some.
Soon as those first rays of the shining silver light landed on the baby, his shrieks cease instantly. Finally opening his small crimson eyes to stare up at his mother, a goofy smile appearing and soft cooing replaced his cries. Everyone in the castle seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as the dreaded eclipse had come to an end.
“My Katsuki, you’re going to grow into a strong, dependable man, eventually you’ll become the greatest king the world has ever seen…isn’t that right Masaru?” Mitsuki snuggled the baby, tears rolling down her cheeks. She wasn’t able to see the man standing beside the two of them, but Katsuki could. The spirit of his father placed its hand on his little head, and the baby began to giggle happily. “I cant do much in this form, but I’ll do whatever I can to help you make the right choice when the time comes…take care of your mother for me…I love you both so much”.
A/N: We’re starting a NEW series!
What did you think? Pay attention to that prophecy, any ideas on what it’s talking about?
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yourstrulyaiko · 1 year
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Dragon Emperor! Bakugou Katsuki and Phoenix Empress! Reader who are married, rules over 10 kingdoms <3
The most badass couple ever lived in history.
Dragon Emperor! Bakugou who wears no shirts and just a bright red cape. Has traditional tribal tattoos on both his upper arm. Obviously will dress on occasion cause his dear wife asked him to. Carries dragon teeth dagger, earrings and has rows and rows of necklace made of it. Has 4 dragons. Is a dragon rider that is only exclusive to the Bakugou bloodline. They're quite known to be barbaric too.
Phoenix Empress! Reader who is completely opposite. Dresses in beautiful gowns and always studded in some pretty jewels. Her hair always done so elgantly. In her culture, it is believed that the rightful rule will make the Phoenix rise from the ashes again. Has 2 Phoenixes. Not physically strong but so cunning and intelligent.
The two of them compliment each other because the other is brute force and strength who executes the plan. The other is planning how to best handle war because just so intelligent and is always 2 steps ahead.
Also, both very dangerous. Dragon and Phoenix is a symbol of fire. They have fire running in their veins.
Both have more in common than you think, they won't hesitate to burn anyone who dares threaten them.
After all, "they were always meant to burn together."
Edit; I wrote it actually but there's a lot more lore behind this prompt.... the link to the first chapter
HERE YOU GO BESTIES | MASTERLIST
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shiggnug · 3 months
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Maw of The King
♡⃕ Bakugou Katsuki, gn!Reader
this was inspired by Cami-cat's DnD song called Maw of The King!! I really recommend you guys to check her music :)
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As Bakugou, Prince of the Dragons, reluctantly follows Deku and his group of nutcases to a village called Galelrius, he wasn't expecting to be capacitive by a local Edhel that looks strangely alike to a curtain earth-toned Edhel, with the exception of a few scars littered about on their face along with the freckles that danced along with those scars and a change of wardrobe that fit perfectly on their form. Bakugou thought he wouldn't be memorized simply by voice, yet here he was, at a table in a bar: ruby eyes awestricken at the Edhel on the stage.
Their voice commanding the audience to synchronize with their song: clapping and dancing to the beat of the accordion that fit perfectly in their hands that flows within the tavern. Even he could feel the cheeriness and excitement radiating from the green haired bastard's party.
But yet, he could care less with the way said bastard kept sending knowing glances with Round Face. The elf danced elegantly, not once tripping over their feet as Bakugou could feel their voice shake the pub as countless of others' echoes after. Be it laughter or the townspeople voices tag along with the lyrics of the song but not once overbearing the elf's.
The Edhel's song is bout of a King who once lurked in the depths of the blue sea. Many of the people of this village who have tried to take down the crown of the beast but had returned with nothing but memories of those people and some who had returned with nothing but terror and grief. Yet still, with determination and spite and justice as their sword, they had lead a group of paladins to defeat the monster that no longer lives.
And for a moment, he swears it was just a moment, but yet he has no idea why it felt like an eternity when he and the Edhel eyes had located each other. And even within those few moments the elf did not faulter with their overwhelming performance. And within those few moments he could've felt electrical spark between them.
The accordion within the elf's hand echoed slower throughout the pub as the lights dimmed with a reverberating sound, the people within the walls had stopped dancing and the people had stopped clapping and stomping who once had. The Edhel, whose voice once strong enough to shake the taverns walls had reduced into the softest of mellows he had ever heard, yet still had the firmness which lingers within.
"It was darker than night, in the maw of the beast. All I could taste was my blood and the sea. But even as I knew the end was approaching, I knew he was waiting for me."
"You want to know what I did?" Your voice echoed within the silence of the pub.
"So what did you do?!" The crowd declared to know with their fists clenched, some on tables and some in the air.
"You want to know what I did?!" You repeated, the roughness and fearlessness in your voice reverberated throughout the pub once more as you threw your fist in the air while the other still holds your instrument.
"What did you do?!" The crowd roared, the ones who has been sitting had jumped and followed your movement, throwing their own fists in the air. The new commers' voices filled the air with curiosity and excitement while the regulars voices are filled with astonishment and pride yet they still had the same excitement as the new commers.
"I'll tell ya what I did, I screamed louder than lightning, burned The King inside out!" You hollered and once again threw your fists in the air. Your voice filled with pride and justice as once again the tavern was filled with excitement and joy as the townspeople started to dance once more. And this time, Bakugou was caught within the crowd of the people.
And this time, he couldn't see the way your eyes lit up when you had spotted him within the crowd. Dancing, rather clumsy, with your brother's friends. He couldn't see the way your smile reached your eyes, though he could hear the way your voice went from a booming firecracker into a soft and fluffy cloud. And when he had gotten to seek your form once more, your were already bowing and the crowd was hollowing with cheers and claps as the curtains started to close.
He couldn't see the way you were smiling, abit a small one and yet it still held with the same adoration as he first walked within the pub that rests within your village. And you could only hope that he would visit again.
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ava3vav · 15 days
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Amazonian Husband (Pt.2)
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Accidentally deleted the first one, ay ay ay. TW: Foul language, sparring, and leaving home. Photo/characters aren't mine
"(Y/N), why are we doing all this bothersome palace cleaning?" You looked at Ochaco with a smile. "Ask Momo. she'll have a better answer." You said, directing a few women to the dining hall.
"She said, 'To ensure his royal highness King Katsuki has a good impression on the status of our queendom.' Or whatever. I mean; who cares what he thinks?" You laughed at her response. "Well she isn't wrong. This is the first time in years in which we're meeting up with the Bakugo tribe, so we need to make him and his group feel welcome."
"Not you too your, 'princeness!'" She said, with a fake gasp. "Hey Ocha? Can you lend me a hand with the fruit collection? Ribbit?" Tsuyu said, approaching you two. Ochaco nodded, and left "Bye (Y/N)!"
You waved goodbye and walked around the palace, overseeing the preparation. You met up with Mina, the leading general to see what she was up to.
"Hey Mina. Is everything good on your end?" You said, approaching her. "Yeah, the brush up lesson on etiquette is still taking place." She replied as the two of you saw the amazons practicing. "Not to say we're going to be totally soft. In case if any men ogle us, we'll be able to put a...quick stop to it." She said smirking.
"Right. Give them a stern warning first though. A good one, not a 'iF YoU LooK aT mY AsS oNe Mo' TimE ImmA puNcHA iN THe DicK'." You said, imitating her voice. She shrugged. "I didn't resort to physicality. I'd say it's glass half full." "Right. You have my permission to say that, but not that." You said, leaving while she made sense of your words..
You joined your sister at the council table to see if you had another task. "No (Y/N), everything is good." Momo had a worried face, and you could tell that she was exhausted. "You sure?" "I'm worried about tomorrow. This is my first time welcoming a different kingdom without mom, and I don't know if what I'm doing is enough or even the right way of doing it." You sat down next to her, hand on shoulder.
"Well, you're doing great. Mom would be proud. How 'bout this, I take over, and you spend more time with Kyoka. I know your fiancee would agree." You said, gently pushing her out of her chair. She blushed a bit, before nodding and leaving.
You made short work of the tasks, learned a few things about them. King Katsuki was bold and hot-headed, but he meant well. He was bringing a group of his close friends/royal advisors over. You read thathe and his friend weren't fully human; that both were related to dragons in some way. Ochaco and Mina weren't full humans, one had deity lineage and one was a dragon hybrid. Knowing this; it would ensure that they would get along with the amazons more easily.
You looked over illustrations of him and his land, and got a bit entranced. He looked well-built, and had well-hidden compassion in his eyes. He had a few scars that were a testament to his strength and battle knowledge, and a few clothing items meant different achievements. His trousers and cape was of clear design from his kingdom, in stark to the soft fabric and/or bronze armor you wore along with your sisters.
Interrupting your thoughts was Hagakure, her presence taking you by surprise. "(Y/N)? Dinner is ready." You nodded. "Thank you. I'll be out in a moment." You joined Momo and the rest of the royal cabinet members. All of you discussed how next week's events were going to unfold.
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You stood beside Momo, along with royal members and servants; your presence a comfort to her. The ship of the Bakugo tribe arrived, and he and his group stepped out. Among them was the mighty King Katsuki, his red dragon companion Kirishima, and a few other servants.
They were quiet and held serious faces, though the a few servants and the dragon looked at you with curiosity. Your sister stepped forward, a regal air in her voice. "Greetings King Katsuki. I hope that the trip has been fair to you and your companions?"
He nodded. "Yeah, the trip was fine. It's an honor to arrive." He said gruffly, adjusting his pack. You and a few servants stepped over to the group, taking their heavy items so they can rest. As all of you walked back to the palace, there was some small talk. Mostly Momo and Katsuki, though there were a few friendly words exchanged between the amazons and the visitors.
After putting the things in their guest rooms, all of you headed down for dinner. It was already evening, so dinner was very much needed after a long day. After Momo gave a welcoming speech, everybody dug in with to the food.
"Hey so, I'm Eijiro Kirishima. Thank you for your help." The dragon said, holding his clawed hand out. "(Y/N)(L/N), it is a pleasure to meet you." You said, shaking it. "Did you find growing up to be harder or,- I'm sorry for the straight forwardness, the books on your history don't say much." He finished bashfully.
You shook your head. "It's all good, I prefer to be known the same way a princess would be." You said, shaking his concerns off. "I mean I did have my life different, but I grew to it. It's not like I was abruptly moved here; I was born in this nation. I made good friends here." You finished gesturing to the women at the table.
"Have you traveled outside before?" a servant asked. "One time, while still learning about helping maintain a queendom, I went off to the military camp in the Tarsian mountains for a few months. Whooweee, that was a real workout. I came back as a smarter man." You chuckled out. "Ha! I remember that. Your first letters of desperation were funny." Ashido said, digging into a turkey leg.
"Those camps are no easy task; I remember the things we would do that would bust the shit out of us." Bakugo spoke up, listening to the conversation. It was the first time he spoke to you, or at least something other than the formalities "Although it's been a long time; I'll have to look if they changed practices." He said, looking at you.
In the few hours that he knew you, he was already somewhat intrigued by you. Other than your appearance and lovely voice, he lowkey was impressed by your resilience and courage to be a prince of the amazons. "I can teach you a few things I've learned." You said, snapping Bakugo out of his thoughts. "Yeah, may in the next few days when I have free time." Bakugo answered.
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"And that's how you make a fire out of almost any damp forest material." You said, getting up from the small fire that was in front of you and King Katsuki. "Mmm. So it wasn't just the fighting courses that you took?" He said, also getting up. "No your majesty, I also had to take a few survival courses."
The both of you talked as you went to the palace. It had been a few days since he had arrived, and both of you always had at least some time together every day. While he came off as brash and rude at times; he was a good leader. He certainly earned the loyalty of Kirishima along with the servants you learned were called Kaminari and Sero, whou would often chat with you if Katsuki was busy with Momo.
"I see. No need to call me your majesty or king. Just Katsuki. They have good practices up there. Whilst teaching about being strong, they also cared and taught us about the precious land we've been given. If only humans weren't so greedy." He said, mumbling the last part out quietly. You hmmed, and answered him.
"I'm sure not all of us are that bad. Tsuyu, surprisingly a full human, has managed to come up and implement a lot of good gardening strategies over her years of service." You said, chuckling about the numerous ideas she had on her first day.
"Right. No doubt about that." He said. "I must say, the queendom does a good job with adaptability, given there's a beach, jungle, forests, and a mountain range all here." He says.
"You still have a long stay, we can go to any that you might like." You said. "Say the word, and I'll tour you in any place."
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"Okay, I know I said any place, but the colder forts on the mountains weren't what I had in mind. The view is beautiful, but at what cost?" You said, slightly shivering under the cold. After King Katsuki told you where he had interest in, you asked Mina to take you both there. It took a lot of enduring her teasing in human and dragon form, but you admitted deep down that the biggest reason was because you wanted to spend more time with the king.
"Hm? The cold too bothersome?" He said gruffly, in a slighty amused tone; despite also shivering. You, not willing to let it go said, "I've gone through worse. A little fog and breeze ain't gonna leave me in shambles."
"Right, your shivering confirms that." He said, with a small sarcastic smile. "Hey, I fight just as well here." "Prove it." You froze. "Really?" Bakugo nodded. "Yeah, other than your tours and visits, I've been bored." He said, grabbing two nearby practice spears. You smirked as you got two shields, each of you passing an item. "I must tell you, anything that happens to you on this mountain I won't be held liable for." You said in a warrior stance.
Bakugo didn't answer. He lunged with a cry, soft spear point at you. You freaked for a moment, but swatted him away with your shielded arm. He landed to the side gracefully, charging at you again.
You planted your spear in front of him, and swung around it, delivering a blow to the side of his head. "That isn't good; you'll dull the spear tip if it were a spike and not a ball."
You looked down to the ground, sure that you planted with the ball point up. You looked up, and he punched you with his shielded arm, knocking you down to the ground.
"That was a cheap move!" You said in a lighthearted manner, propping yourself up on two arms. "In a real fight, the enemy won't hesitate to lower themselves. One must always assume the enemy will do the unexpected." He said, charging and jumped towards you.
In response, you opened up your legs (Not like that you perverts) and immediately flipped your positions, so that you were kneeled on his torso, restricting his movements. "You think I don't know that?" You said with a smug smile, slowly applying pressure on his neck.
He gasped out of surprise and loss of breath, struggling until he tapped you. You immediately got up, helping him as well, "So sorry! Are you okay?" You asked, pulling him up. "Damn" He choked out, "You got some strong legs." He said, stretching while putting the things away.
"Heh, leg day is important. "You said, taking off a peice of furred armor for the cold. "That spar got me all hot, let's get off the mountain." While walking down, (Mina was busy flying and hunting fish) you noticed Bakugo shivering. Without saying anything, you held out the armor. It was meant only for winter battles, but it would suffice.
"Mmh? Oh. No thanks." He said, turning to you then turning away. You shook your head. "Take it, I already have some covering without it. You can borrow it temporarily." "I'll be fine, it's just a little snow. I'm the dragon king, I can handle it." He said, tone a little more abrupt. You rolled your eyes.
"Men, so stubborn. Listen, Katsuki, I'm not going to tell anyone. It's okay to take help when you need it. Now put on the armor before I put it on you." You said, shaking your breastplate.
He looked at you for a while, contemplating. He then took your armor and put it on, after loosening the side straps. The both of you walked in silence, though you could hear Bakugo mumble something out, hopefully it was something good.
As the weather got warmer marking the nearing of the kingdom, he gave the breastplate back. True to your word, you didn't say anything.
Bakugo walked into the palace, everyone noticing you with your breastplate in hand instead of on you. He still thought about the spar you had with him in addition to the tours you've given him, and meetings he had with everyone. It has been a long time since a stranger spoke to him in a strong tone. Yes, people spoke to him confidently, but most didn't speak to him honestly or without sugarcoating things.
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While he didn't want to admit it, you would make him feel more lighter and more free to express himself in contrast to the busy work of being a king. "Hey, are you good?" Kirishima said, going into Bakugo's guestroom.
"Yeah yeah. Just thinking abou-" He looked up at Kirishima and could see the dragon smiling in a knowing way. "Not about prince (Y/N)!" "I never said about what. Now that you've given yourself away, wanna talk about it?" He said, leaning against the wall.
"None of your business. Besides, I don't think he'd be able to leave his people, with him being the prince and all." Kirishima thought for a moment, and then suggested: "How about you propose to let him ambassador your kingdom? It would be great for him and the whole queendom."
Bakugo thought for a while. "I don't know, maybe." Though he already like that idea.
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It was the day before the day that he would leave. He figured that you would also like the idea, so with confidence, he approached queen Momo. "I see. (Y/N)? Would you come join us?" Your sister asked, turning to see you helping a few of Bakugo's servants. You nodded and joined them at the palace doors.
"King Katsuki has proposed that you join them for a while, to survey his land for us. It will only be for some weeks, and in addition, Ashido has offered to take over in the time being. Don't accept if you don't want to, you aren't forced to." You looked over to Ashido who had her thumbs up, a toothy grin showing.
"I see...I'll go, if it is all settled then." You said, turning to pack up your items for tomorrow. The next day eventually came, and you walked with everyone outside to the docks. While servants from both royalties were packing things into the ship, you were bidding a farewell to your friends.
"Goodbye for now! I'll be back before you know it!" You said, hugging. "Remember to write to us, and keep it lighthearted." Ochaco said, chuckling a bit. "It's Momo that needs to be held this time." Hagakure said, turning to look at the tearing Momo. "Momo, It'll only be, like, one and a half months. Kyoka, please keep Momo happy for the time being." Both chuckled, Kyoka jokingly bear hugging Momo while she wiped her tears.
"I'll be fine, brother. Just already missing you." She said, waving along with everybody. You waved as you got on the ship, and continued as you looked out into the deck of the queendom. With the expanse of water growing and making them out of sight, you stopped, and looked forward to your time in Bakugo's kingdom.
(Pt.1) (Pt.3)
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kingkatsuki · 2 months
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Dragon Prince Bakugou, who hates the frivolity and spectacle of choosing a wife. The ridiculous spectacle that has been used for centuries to strengthen alliances and the Kingdom.
Being told time and time again that “you don’t have to like them, Katsuki. It’s for the Kingdom, not for you” as he assesses the new batch that his Mother has invited in from neighboring Kingdoms. Bodies drowning in their riches to proudly display their wealth, to prove to the ruthless Kingdom of Dragons that they are the worthy alliance.
And Bakugou could care less, even as his Mother tells him to pick a suitor. That this circus has gone on for far too long, and if he doesn’t pick today she’ll pick for him. “I should choose an ugly one out of spite, it doesn’t take this long to decide.”
But it does. When Prince Bakugou has already made his choice— he doesn’t want any of the perfect, rich suitors that his Mother has displayed before him.
He wants you. The pretty blacksmiths daughter who is definitely not an option, and would definitely sign your death sentence. Especially if Queen Mitsuki found out her only son had you bent over the blacksmiths table each morning before breakfast.
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legendzjagz · 2 months
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*bangs pots and pans*
BKDK SOULMATE FANTASY AU
Listen to Lifetime by 3 Days Grace while reading for the best experience
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Title: Have You for My Lifetime
Rating: M
Word count: 10,596
Warnings: MCD (has a happy ending I promise!!!)
Summary:
“We’re ready for tomorrow. Victory will be ours, I’m sure of it. Don’t let the worry for what will happen after, taint what we have right now.”
Izuku smiles to himself, squeezing Kacchan’s hand. “Okay, Kacchan.”
Lips press again more firmly to Izuku’s temple - one last thought crossing his mind before he enjoys the rest of the evening with their friends: if this war is to take either him or Kacchan, that it takes both of them instead.
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Lifetime - Three Days Grace but make it Fantasy BKDK
With a little magical spice and soulmate connection
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Sea Of Flames🗡Bakugō Katsuki
A’ranhil, Ithilien, Doritah,  April 5th First Age ,,Histessë lamyëa i lómeo lindalë           á hilya i ómalin íre cuivëa i sérë síra enfainëa i yáreo cálë síra líralvë i oireo lindë..’’
Once it was a massive nation housing just over a million souls, the capital of an elven empire reaching from ocean to ocean. Now, it was a slaughterhouse, it's population reduced to that of a few hundred. In all his years as a warrior, Bakugō Katsuki had never seen such carnage. The very streets weren't visible under the endless puddles of blood, the sewage systems clogged up with severed limbs, and the houses were unrecognisable under the layers of shit, gore and blood that covered them. Wordless, mighty, he waded through the corpses piling themselves up on the streets. He looked at the face of every single one of them. Men, women... children. Most of the children had not even been killed by the barbarians, but by their own mothers and older siblings, who well knew what fate awaited them once the massive walls of the city were finally breached. The blonde Chief walked further towards the alley where his mount was. A massive black dragon, so much larger as the war-elephant it was feasting on. Truly, nothing could have prepared the elves for these monsters, with their fire-breathing breath, massive claws and razor-sharp teeth, that could easily destroy a whole army. Cavalry charges were utterly ineffective against them, Rhinos ended up dead within seconds of being grabbed by their claws, and elephants could not reproduce fast enough to match their numbers. The powerful warrior let out a high-pitched whistle, commanding the beast to come to him. It did, and with a little assistance by its wings, the blonde one settled upon his saddle on the back of the mystic creature. Riding through the rest of the city, he came across his fellow men, who were busy looking for surviving comrades in the piles of corpses littering the streets, and killing any elf they found to be still breathing.  Bakugō Katsuki rode further. As he crossed the alleys, he saw his peers celebrate their victory in different ways: some were decapitating the dead bodies and piling up the heads into huge pyramids, others were found bathing in the blood of their enemies, but most of them were painting. They weren't painting pictures, oh no. They painted the city red. Thousands of his fellow warriors had taken up brushes, soaking them in the blood of the former inhabitants of the great elven city, and soaked everything they could find with their own guts. He rode past the pyramids of severed heads, piling as high as the tallest buildings. He rode past the dead elven soldiers who were hung upon the statues of their heroes with their own intestines. He rode past the few surviving elves, mostly women and small children, who were paraded in chains through their own city as trophies. He rode out of the Gates of the city, and took one last look upon the once green walls of the breathtaking Kingdom Doriath’s, which were now in the process of being painted with blood. It was all silent. ,,Chief.‘‘ Kirishima Eijiro, his right hand man, stained with blood, dirt and sweat, has lowered his red head with respect, the huge axe lies quietly in the warrior’s hand while his equally red pair of eyes look wearily up at his leader, his king. There’s... something that might interest you.’’ It was not a smirk adorning the blood-stained lips of the dragon king, it was rather an expression of complete satisfaction. Of pure bliss. ,,Show me.’’
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The first thing the woman notices is a hot, glowing pain. Her head is pounding uncontrollably. Blood is rushing through her ears and she’s sure a few of her ribs are broken. An unbearable burning extends abruptly from her right leg to the upper side of her hip and makes the young she – elf hurriedly gasp for air. Pure bare panic begins to extend through her flabby limbs – she is alive. Oh Morai – Heg, Nin gwerianneg. ( You betrayed me ) A painful cough creeps out of her throat while the redhead convulsively tries to open her heavy eyelids. How much time has passed? A deep emerald green shows itself to the world, but only sees faint outlines in the never ending darkness. A cell, no - a tent? Where am I? The more thoughts flit through her torn mind, the worse the huge throbbing behind her temple became, which is why a sudden feeling of nausea overcomes her. It comes so fast, that the only option her body allows her to, is to throw her red-haired head aside as far as she can to empty the rest of her stomach. In return she covers herself with her own vomit as a heavy fit of coughs shakes her fractured soul. A pathetic veil of tears begins to lay over the deep green of her eyes, which she holds stubbornly in check with a firm pinch of her sagging eyelids. She should be dead. Buried under the weight of thousands corpses of her folk. Leithio nin, Morai – Heg ( Release me! ) Desperate sends the she – elf a heart – wrenching prayer to the goddess of the underworld, guardian of souls to take her, to bring her to the glorious hall of her ancestors. But no answer came, there is just this heavy defeating silence. The pain of her right leg seems to only worsen as an unbearable heat flits over her trembling limbs. With a heavy cough the redhead then gently tries to lift her broken body into a better position for her leg, but unfortunately without success. With a painful croaking on the burst lips, the woman eventually drops her head exhausted against the blood-stained ground of the foreign, huge tent. No matter where she is or how much time has passed. The immortal body of the she – elf has reached its limits and is too weak to start the process of self-healing. It's hopeless. ,,oh Vanír.. what a tough beast you are, princess of doriath.’’
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Based on @syrinide 's designs for @yuzuyaofficial 's KRBK Fantasy AU series! It was so much fun to paint!!
Also, sorry if I post a lot atm but I'm moving my stuff over here, since twt is kinda burning down atm🤸‍♂️
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I was telling a close mate about this last night, I don't think I'll ever write it but fucking IMAGINE.
Dragon King Bakugou who has the MOST ornery dragon to ever live, that brings Bakugou things at the most inconvenient times, like a cow mid argument with his mother. An entire fishing boat dropped from the sky in the middle a counsel meeting. Trilling as if the dragon had a mocking laugh. But Bakugou never corrected or ordered Urid to do any different, not as if he could. The dragon only took two things seriously, mischief and war.
And Urid is ever bored in this time of peace despite having freedoms do soar and glide where the wind sees fit.
Bakugou holds back a growl when he sees Urid's wide and dark wingspan in the distance. The dragon would come around while he lies prone in tall grass, his red eyes focused on the herd of thick bodied bison. He'd spent the better half of his morning tracking and when he finally caught up, counting. Being sure the herd had grown enough that they would have young again next spring.
They'd doubled since he'd last spot the herd, the bison happily roaming the lands in which Bakugou controlled.
But it seems Bakugou wasn't going to get the four males who had just passed their mating prime. Their meat wouldn't be too tough and yet still Bakugou knew plenty of stew that could remedy that.
Urid flies directly over the herd and suddenly they scatter. Running with such power that Katsuki feels the vibration of their hooves in his torso as he presses his forehead to the dirt for a moment in frustration.
Urid practically lands on top of his mate with one of his large taloned paws curled up and to his body. Immediately Bakugou sees it, discarding the bison coat to hide his scent, fearing he is injured.
"Urid, have you been struck?" Katsuki's only fear, his large palm dwarfed as he goes to reach but there is no pain on Urid's eyes. Not as if the dragon would give it away. He comes down to nose him, pushing Bakugou's thick frame out of the way before he opens his paw he keeps pressed to his chest.
Something heavy drops, not as much as an animal or boar and the sound it makes when it hits the grassy plane ten feet in the air sounds like flesh and bone.
A grunt from what fell, Bakugou shoving away his overly affectionate dragon, that playfully snaps at his hands to keep him from looking as if Urid wasn't ready for him to see just yet.
Bakugou wins the battle of wits for now and ducks under his large snout, shocked to see a woman in fine clothing now covered in dust.
You jump to her feet, eyes blazing spotting the infamous Dragon King that the surrounding kingdoms had warned you of.
"You!" And if she could breathe fire like Katsuki could, he was sure his clothes would have been set aflame. You point, teeth bared and a cut in your dress from how Urid snatched you but no blood that Katsuki can see. He growls at his dragon, smoke and some flame escapes his own bared teeth.
You step towards him still shouting in your mother tongue, uncaring if he understood or not.
But Katsuki knew every tongue of both the mother land and his vast island and isles.
"You've kidnapped me for what? To take me as your wife? You are nothing but a barbarian as the rumors say. Pillaging and prowling like some fucking dog , taking, stealing and wetting your dick where you can! Return me at once you SWINE!"
Bakugou's temper flares, looking you over more closely now that he knows you're uninjured aside from the blood trickling over your brow from how you were dropped or taken. Your soft hands scratched most likely from trying to beat on Urid as if your delicate skin could do any damage to a dragon. You're dressed in fine but dark silk. Black as if you mourn but you are missing a veil, you were young, around his age of early twenties but Katsuki knew the mother land has dated traditions of marrying women off much younger than yourself. The thickness and style of your dress indicates you were at the southern sea of the mother land, your accent gives hint to that as well, summer was cooling for your land but still would hold Katsuki's for most of the year, only a few months would be a harsh winter, which left the land an abundance of clean water source for his people and the animals that roamed.
The jewels sewn into your dress spoke to your ranking, although Bakugou didn't care much for the court systems in the mother lands, the only ones he knew by name were King, Queen, Prince and Princess. Keeping those words in the back of his mind debating if a war would be worth the burden on his people.
"Is that anyway for a lady of 'high class' to speak?" He laughs, knowing their stupid customs and it makes you growl.
"In any circumstance my tongue is this bitter and sharp."
"I can tell, husband must not know how to fuck."
But yes something like this? I said I wasn't gonna write it and yet here I am 😂
Anyway eventually the dragon pushes reader with it's tail and Bakugou with his snout closer together in a "NOW KISS" meme fashion 😂
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