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heli-writes · 2 months

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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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sobercoffee415 · 1 year

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🧡✨ Little Thoughts ✨🧡

Bakugou Katsuki, the revered Dragon King, Slayer of Beasts and a War Monger who ruled with an iron fist. Although the life of a King is ever luxurious and tiring. All he looks forward to is his spouse's cooking. Many foreign kings have expensive and high quality foods and dishes, while he does have gold and jewels he much prefer a simple dish. His favourites are his spouse's spicy chicken and rice. Many onlookers and citizens think that Bakugou Katsuki is only a ruler who ruled with an iron fists but to his friends, castle staff and his spouse. He is quite the sweetheart and loves his spouse.

#bakugou katsuki #dragon king bakugo #bakugou imagine #🧡✨Little Thoughts #sivirants #sivicoffee #bakugou x reader #bakugou x gender neutral reader #bakugou x poc!reader #mha fluff #mha headcanons #mha bakugou

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katsukikitten · 5 months

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Dragon King/Viking Bakugou waking up from a deep sleep when he hears foot prints in the snow outside of your shared home.

No one in the village has a need to walk this close to your home, especially not this late at night, yet still Katsuki can hear the faint crunch underfoot. His ears strain, fingers grazing over the handle of his battle worn axe as he listens. Anger coursing through his veins, he doesn't recognize the gaite, gently waking you and silently telling you to keep quiet. As much as you hated the blonde you were forced to share furs with there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. Not just lust but an understanding that goes without being said.

Your hand slips to your knife hidden between the mattress and the bed causing a scoffing smirk to grace his features. A silent mocking of surprised ya haven't slit my throat yet and he can imagine your reply right away when you shrug your shoulders. Maybe this intruder is a ploy and I'll pounce on the opportunity now.

Despite all that, when Bakugou rises from the bed giving you his back, he knows that if or when you take his life, you'd want it to be obvious.

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thecatduet422 · 1 year

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Chapter Three: Blood of the Dragon

Dragon King!bakugou katsuki x reader

Taglist: @genderfluid-anime-goth @iam-thevillain-of-thisstory @nnubee @reddriot

Rating: Mature

Tags: violence, blood, dragons, its wartime babes so people might get booboos, romance, sexual tension, medieval politics, northern!reader, knight!midoriya

Summary: With the fury of winter on the precipice, and food provisions deathly short, you have no choice but to represent your House and speak with the Dragon King. The only problem is your Houses have been at odds for centuries, and the fearsome Dragon King is not exactly easy to convince... (GoT-inspired AU)

A/N: Also, highly recommend @vampyrsm's forbidden flame series!

Chapters: 3/? (20,590 words)

AO3 LINK

Chapter One Chapter Two

Some translations for this chapter: *Dragons: Kanibaru = Cannibal, Kinba = Gold Tooth, Shiroi Tsubasa = White Wing. *Commands (taken directly from GoT): Dracarys = Dragon fire, Rybas = Focus, Naejot = Forward, Dohaeras = Serve, Umbas = Wait

Chapter Three: Blood of the Dragon (12.4k)

Darkness…

An echoing song…

Can't breathe…

You woke up gasping for air, only to be greeted by the sun shining its inferno through the lazy breeze of the curtains that guarded you. The silk sheets wrapped around you slipped across your skin like water as you entered into the morn, nightmare temporarily forgotten.

How useless, you thought suddenly. What’s the point of a blanket if not to keep you warm?

You roughly kicked the sheets off you, finding them to be a total hindrance. But then as soon as you did it, you felt strange. Almost vulnerable in a way, not unlike when you were on the boat, abandoning your extra layers of clothing.

You’ve been guarding yourself against the outside for as long as you could remember. To meet it head-on, bare skin to sun, it felt like you were heading into battle with nothing but a horse.

And how the southern heat seemed to target you, causing you to sweat constantly . You were always fighting off against the gross feeling as your body struggled to adjust to the new land.

You missed the cold air of the North, the smell of the grass, the sound of your little brother’s laugh. You missed the peace of the whispering woods, the roars of laughter in the Hall, the secluded comfort of the library. You missed home.

And yet, The Dragon King insisted you stay.

“Until we both see fit," he had said.

Well, you saw fit to leave once the agreement was signed. That seemed to be the sensible thing to do. Your business would be done, so why stay?

And what was taking the contract so long? Surely, it must be done by now…

"We're gonna do it right this time… We reform our relationship, and in return, our alliance…"

Reform our relationship…

Something about that itched your mind, like the tune of a song you couldn't quite remember. Like any other trueborn of the North, the history of the Great Blacksmith has been engraved into your head. The tale of him and the Dragon Queen is very much a repeated one, back at home at least. But you imagined it would be popular in the Southlands too…

Does the King mean to…

No. Of course not.

You take a deep breath in, smelling the sweet smoke that was slowly beginning to waft into the room.

“To cover the smell of dragon,” Lady Mina explained to you.

Apparently, the dragon caves weren’t far from the city, and the wind tended to drift the stench over. You smelled it more than a couple of times now; fire, soot, and something else you couldn’t place. The best way you could describe it was wet dog , and yet you knew that wasn’t right. Either way, it wasn’t exactly offensive, not when you’ve spent your entire childhood around livestock. Besides, you thought the incense more than did its job. Whether it was the soft floral scents of jasmine, sweet pea, and lilac or one of the stronger, spicier scents of cinnamon, clove, and frankincense- they all seemed to give you a jolt of energy, giving you the muster to start the day.

And already there was Lady Mina, ready to start with you as she walked across the other side of the room, lighting the perfumed sticks as she went, soft tendrils of smoke marking her path like footsteps.

“Morning, Lady Mina,” you greeted, ignoring your slight unease.

You almost forgot that it was normal, a lady’s maid waking you up, helping you get ready for the day. And as more servant ladies walked in with clean linens, fresh tea, and food, you found your stubbornness winning over.

“You know, I’m perfectly capable of getting ready on my own-”

Lady Mina easily countered with a wave of her hand. “Nonsense! You're our guest . Besides, you brought no maids of your own.”

She shrugged nonchalantly, as if it weren't a problem, but you still found yourself squirming with embarrassment. Was it considered unethical, not bringing any maids with you? It’s not like you had a choice. The outlook of the war forced your lady mother to dismiss them all.

"Knights and guards must be placed over butlers and maids, sweetling. Can’t you see?"

And for a tiny moment, an arrow of sorrow punctured your chest as you remembered your goodbye to Jirou, your lady-in-waiting and best friend. The sad look in her eyes as you told her to pack up her things and go home…

A breakfast tray interrupted your memory, pulling the arrow along with it. As the tray was delicately placed over your lap, you were greeted with a mouthwatering assortment of bread, fruit, and cheese. You dug into all of it without a care as Lady Mina gleefully walked up to an assortment of dresses.

Oh, not again, you thought with an eye roll.

“And I was thinking for today,” she sang, eyeing through the garments, “You can wear… this! ”

She pulled out a lovely silk dress, dyed the color lavender and bare on one shoulder, the otherside held together with a golden dragon pin. You could pick out the outline of the scales and teeth all the way from your place on the bed. Its jaw was open mid-roar, its eyes studded with tiny rubies, its tail snaking down to wrap around the waist.

It was… a lot.

You gulped down the lump of food in your mouth, feeling it plump down into your stomach. “Don’t you think it's a bit too much for me, Mina?"

Mina pouted. “We can replace the broach with one of your own, if you like. But you can't deny it isn't pretty…”

She dangled the dress in front of you, as if the fabric could somehow hypnotize you into saying yes.

You gulped down your guilt, almost wishing you would've fallen for it. But the truth was, your father raised you to ride on horseback, to swing a sword, to hunt alongside your brothers. Usually, you couldn’t be bothered with dresses.

"The thought is appreciated, trully,” you said with a mouthful of bread. You swallowed it down before continuing. “But I have training this morning. I very well can’t fight in, well, that .”

You gestured to the dress as if it were a wild animal with rabies and foam spilling out from the mouth.

Lady Mina huffed, not forgiving you. “All you ever do is train...”

You gave her your best pleading face, trembling lip and the biggest eyes you could make. A trick you’ve pulled since you were a child.

"Ugh, fine ," Lady Mina relented, handing the dress back to a maid. "But the King is hosting a tourney later this week, and I insist on getting you ready for that!"

She wagged a finger at you. "All of the highborns of the South are going to be there. You need to look like a proper lady of your station. Got it?"

“Yes, Lady Mina,” you nodded in fake agreement.

It wouldn't be a lie if you were gone by the time of the tourney, which you hoped to be once this damned contract was signed…

You shoved a final fistful of food into your mouth before getting ready.

And it was true when you said you could get ready on your own. A simple cotton shirt, breeches, and your boots were all you needed. You’ve forgone most of your armor since the boat, finding it all to be utterly unbearable in the Southern heat. You now only bothered with your arm braces and your scabbard.

However, as your eyes traveled over your form in the mirror, they caught onto your chestplate, tucked away in an open chest. It’s cool steel peeked out, the curve of the white fox stealing your attention with a twinkle of light, a reflection of the sun living in the fox’s eye.

Can't breathe-

Air hitched in your throat, and it was then you felt something unpleasantly strange; a cold air that brushed against the back of your shoulders and shivered into your chest.

You pulled out the chestplate and strapped it on.

"Uh, are you sure you want to do that, my lady?" Mina asked you, cautiously. "It's a very hot day, today."

"I'll be fine," you insisted, finding a strong sense of pride in the fox that guarded your heart. With that one, and the necklace you wore underneath it, you felt like you knew who you were.

A northerner, through and through.

But as a show of respect, you did let Lady Mina do your hair. She brushed it back and weaved it into a braid as you worked on fastening your arm braces.

When Lady Mina stepped back, finished, you simply couldn't afford to linger anymore.

“Thanks,” you told her, not bothering to look before leaving, too busy fidgeting with the final clasp.

You heard her scoff all the way from the door, but hopefully, she knew you enough by now to realize you meant no offense. You simply had more important matters for the day.

You walked out, and as always, Ser Midoriya stood patiently by your door, waiting.

“Good morning, m’lady!” he greeted brightly.

“Good morning, ser.” You couldn’t help but feel warmth in your heart when you saw your friend. He reminded you of your littlest brother. Eager, innocent, hopeful.

“Any ravens from home?” you asked as the both of you headed towards the grounds.

“Yes, actually!” Ser Midoriya pulled out a scroll sealed with blood red wax, stamped with the outline of your familiar.

You eagerly ripped it open, eyes meeting your mother’s perfect handwriting.

Dearest Daughter,

I insist that you return home immediately.

Of course.

The savaged prince will cut off your head-

He’s a king.

You’ve surrounded yourself with beasts, sweetling. Can’t you see? It’s only a matter of time before they gobble you up.

You snorted.

Come home, before I lose a daughter as well as a husband.

You huffed. Using your father’s death against you was low, but unfortunately, unsurprising.

“Any news on the little lord?” Ser Midoriya asked.

You skimmed through the rest of the letter, worry pinching your face the farther you went down.

“No. Nothing.”

You crumpled the letter up into a ball and handed it back to Midoriya, who took it with no response, long-used to your mood when receiving a raven from mother.

A couple of courtiers passed by, their gazes straying down to the fox on your chest. You saw them lean into each other in a conniving manner, whispering.

“The Lady of the North...”

You expected the stares. You were probably the first northerner to walk through these halls in decades afterall, and nothing fueled the court more than whispers, rumors, and gossip.

You imagined that you were the main topic of all three today.

But what did surprise you were the glances cast at your knight.

“The green hair? He’s the one that jousted against the King...”

You showed no sign that you heard them, keeping your head forward. But once you passed them, you looked over to your knight. “It seems your reputation is quite bigger than I've been led to believe, ser.”

And as you predicted, Ser Midoriya flinched and stuttered to answer. “I-I told your lord father everything when I arrived at court, m’lady! I swear!”

“Maybe so, but now you must tell me,” you leaned in to talk quieter, in case there were any stray ears. “Without a written agreement, the Dragon King can have second thoughts on the trade. Perhaps he already is , and maybe that's why it's taking so long… You must tell me your tale, ser."

Ser Midoriya just looked at you, confused. "But, m'lady, Kacchan would never do that. He gave you his word."

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline, bewilderment making you louder, " Kacchan? You have a nickname for him?"

“W-Well, we grew up together,” Midoriya explained, face turning red as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. His eyes roamed down, up, to the side, everywhere but at you.

You stopped, grabbing onto Ser Midoriya’s shoulder so he would do the same. When he still refused to look at you, you shook him gently, forcing him to do so.

“There’s no one I trust more than you, ser, can't you see? It’s your opinion that I value the most. Not the Dragon King’s.”

Ser Midoriya stood there, twiddling his thumbs. “It’s just that… it’s embarrassing m’lady. A-And" –he suddenly looked up at you, fists now clenched and eyes sparkling with determination– “I’m not that man anymore. I’m a knight now, and I’m going to be the best in all the lands!”

You gave a small smile at his declaration. Truthfully, it didn’t surprise you. You found that the ones most often looked down on were the ones with the biggest dreams, and Ser Midoriya was probably the most doubted knight in the entire realm. It was easy for the world to do so, with his naturally scrawny frame, panicked attitude, and lack of name.

But you've seen the knight grow. You've seen him be the very first one on the training grounds and the very last one to leave. You've seen how seriously he takes his duty in protecting you, how he treats your family with the utmost respect.

You've seen the boy become the man.

“You forget, ser. I train with you," you reminded him. “If I thought you were an embarrassment, I would have said so.”

You held onto both of his shoulders now, hoping your persistence would be proof of your honesty. "I already believe you capable of anything. There is nothing you need to prove to me, ser."

You released your hold on him, crossing your arms stubbornly.

“Now, tell me.”

Midoriya released a shaky breath, tears brimming in his forest-green eyes, and for a fearful moment you thought the knight would outright weep, but then he shook his head, wiping them away.

“Okay.”

He pulled you away into a corner, where his story could be hidden by stone and shadow.

“As you know, I was working as a stable boy here, in the Southlands. But, I’ve always dreamt of becoming a knight. My favorite story as a boy was always-”

“-Ser Toshinori Yagi, the All Mighty Knight of the Goldlands,” you finished for him.

Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes, well. I would run into Kacchan a lot back then but… but often times Kacchan didn’t want me around."

You narrowed your eyes at his hesitancy. You could read inbetween the lines. You knew how cruel men like the Bakugou Katsuki could be.

Midoriya went on. "He was training to be a knight too, you see. He kept talking about us going to war soon-”

“And how would he know that?” you interrupted snootily. “The Old Lord of the South didn’t even suspect war, so how did he ?”

“Kacchan has the blood of the dragon, m’lady,” your knight explained. “He has dragon dreams.”

“Dragon dreams?”

Ser Midoriya nodded.

Your oncoming dislike of the King hindered for a moment as you absorbed the information.

You’ve read about the blood of the dragon. The last known carrier was the Dragon Queen. It was written that she never burned, that her dreams were premonitions, that her shouts could make dragons heel, while her whispers could make them roar.

And, it was written that she was the last who could do so.

"Is this true?" you asked carefully.

Midoriya nodded. “He claimed a dragon when he was five, m'lady.”

Shock flowed through you at the idea.

Five years old…

“Well." With a heavy sigh, you slumped against the wall. "I guess that would prove it.”

You looked up, eyes roaming over the stone of the ceiling as you mused. “I never expected the Dragon King to be a dreamer.”

Midoriya looked down sheepishly, almost as if he were guilty of something. “If you ask about it, he'll deny it, m'lady. Kachaan thinks it makes him look superstitious…"

Is that what happened to you, ser? You made a mention of his dreams, and he beat you for it?

"B-But anyways," –Midoriya shook his head, clearing whatever thought that clouded it– "when the tourney was announced, we all thought that this was it; this was how we can prove ourselves and become knights. Kacchan kept talking about how he would win and be named Commander-”

You snorted. “From one tourney win? Doubtful.”

Midoriya shook his head, correcting you. “By then, Kacchan had a lot of influence, m’lady. He was able to command a dragon, and he was in the Old Lord's favor."

“Really?” you asked, astonished. “So just like that? He won and was named Commander?”

Midoriya nodded, tears brimming once again as he recounted shamefully, “The very first round, Kacchan was put up against me and…” –tears started to fill more as Midoriya choked– “And as soon as I charged, somehow the girth came undone…”

“And you fell off.”

“And I fell off!” Midoriya cried.

His sobs bounced off of the walls as Ser Midoriya could no longer hold it in. He doubled over, completely consumed by his emotions, and you saw curious courtiers start to peek their heads your way.

“There, there, ser.” You patted his back reassuringly. “Your riding skills have improved tremendously since you’ve been with me. Your fighting skills, too.”

“I know that.” Ser Midoriya wiped his tears away. “And even then, I knew I could do better. I stood up and went to mount my horse again.”

“As you should,” you nodded.

“But…” Midoriya hesitated. He looked up at you, and you knew then that you wouldn’t like what he had to say. “But Kacchan wouldn’t allow it, m’lady.”

“What?!” you exclaimed. “ Why? You did nothing wrong.”

"He said I was hopeless, that there was no way I could fight, and if I wasn't fit to represent the Southlands on the battlefield, then I wasn't fit to represent them at all," Midoriya recounted in sorrow. "And the Old Lord listened, m’lady, so I was banished."

“That is-” you choked on your anger, too steamed to finish.

Unfair . Dishonorable . Cowardly. Those were the words that came to mind.

“I don’t like this King,” you decided, making your way back towards the light of the hallway.

Anger and guilt twisted your stomach as you realized, that’s why Ser Midoriya begged you to let him fight the other day. He saw it as his chance to regain his honor, and you didn’t let him. You thought it was your duty to challenge the King yourself, in the name of your House.

You peeked over your shoulder, at Ser Midoriya, who was now dejectedly following behind you.

“There’s a tourney coming up later this week. You can fight then,” you decided.

Ser Midoriya’s face brightened immediately. He reminded you of a child seeing his first fall of snow. “Really, m'lady?! You'll let me?”

Your anger melted at the sight of his excitement. “Why, of course, ser. You will be the sole representative of the North. I swear.”

Midoriya’s face turned serious, his determined nature taking root once more. “Yes, m’lady! I will make you proud.”

You didn’t doubt it, but now you'll have to deal with Mina…

Fresh sun hit your face as you reached the grounds. Along with it, the air, tainted with the smell of sweat, blood, and the putrid stench of dragon caves, their presence out of sight yet far from forgotten. Your gaze traveled from the men moving about- from the knights, squires, and stableboys maneuvering through the chaos of work- to the main sparing area, which sat directly in the sun.

Can't hide your weaknesses when you're basked in light, you thoughtfully observed.

“Are you sure you wish to train today, m’lady?” you heard Midoriya ask. “You’re wrist-”

“It’s fine ,” you assured him, flapping your wrist around to prove it. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. Besides, we need to practice.” You walked into the sun and pulled out your sword, it’s thin blade pointing at Ser Midoriya’s chin. “Let’s go .”

Your knight stared in surprise at your showmanship before promptly furrowing his brows, looking back with fiery confidence. “Right!”

He pulled out his own sword, and as sudden as lightning, you two began, your motions turning into a dance you knew very well.

“Keep your guard up!” you told him.

Midoriya listened and moved to correct his stance, but that was when you had him. You knocked his sword away.

“Keep your head as well,” you joked.

Midoriya huffed in amusement, resetting himself for the next round. You followed.

The both of you simultaneously began once more. You danced around your knight mercilessly, fighting him with the same sly brutality you showed the King.

Ser Midoriya was your knight, afterall. If he couldn’t hold a fight against you , then there really was no point to him, was there?

But just like you knew he would, Midoriya kept up, though be it, with a very strained look on his face. You weren't sure if he was afraid of you hitting him or he hitting you . You knew if he actually gave you an injury, Ser Midoriya would never forgive himself-

You felt a solid tap on the chest, sword hitting your armor with a solid tink.

“Yes!” Midoriya cheered.

“Nicely done,” you complimented.

It was what you deserved, with your mind wandering about.

Head in the clouds, ears in the trees, your father used to say.

You both repositioned, swords high and eyes pierced into one another, waiting to see what the next move might be.

Ser Midoriya was smart enough to keep his eye on your hip, where your dagger was hidden. You've been known to pull it out when least expected, surprising your opponent when their attention was focused on your sword. A trick that helped you with Bakugou, but unlike him, Midoriya has sparred with you many times now. He knew your tricks.

You both circled around each other, waiting.

"JUST GO ALREADY!" Somebody screamed, and immediately, everyone in your peripherals stood at attention.

Perhaps out of spite, you broke your stance, refusing to do so.

You could feel the glare of the Dragon King once more, this time from the shadow of the balcony.

You remained tall and glared back.

Just because you were making a trade with the Dragon King didn't mean you had to bow to his every whim. He was the King of the South , and your loyalty was to home. To your people.

To your knight, you thought furiously, Ser Midoriya’s tale taking center place once more.

"Good morning, Your Grace," you greeted curtly.

Bakugou continued to glare, eyes searching for a sign that you'll buckle. However, he seemed to find none, for he turned his head away with a huff.

"Mornin'," he grunted before making his way down the steps. Obnoxiously slow, obnoxiously loud.

He wore a fresh cape today, still sporting the blood red color of his House. His chest was still bare, still proudly exposing the tattoos he earned in battle (and yet shamefully, your cheeks flared as if it were all new).

However, what was new was the chain he wore around his neck, made out of tiny sharp teeth.

The baby teeth of his dragon, perhaps?

When he reached the ground, the King's eyes immediately latched onto your knight, burning with an unmatched fury.

"Deku," he growled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

You noticed your knight's hands shaking by his sides, and so you interjected.

"He's my knight, and I asked him to help me train," you answered coolly. "What's it to you?"

The King barked out a laugh. " Right . I've seen the worm fight before." He inched closer intimidatingly. "More like you were training him ."

And then a sword appeared between you two.

"I'm a knight of the North now, Kacchan." Ser Midoriya's voice was tight but steady, and you saw Bakugou's eyes flare even more. "I must ask that you keep your distance from m'lady. She's already close enough to hear whatever you have to say."

The King's face twisted into a deadly scowl. "Stop calling me that! I'm a king-"

"But not his," you cut in, your own eyes piercing coldly into the dragon's. Ice to the fire. "Ser Midoriya belongs to the North now. Remember?"

You saw the King's scowl pinch in, just slightly before it turned into a cruel, arrogant smirk.

"Must be where the cowards go."

Anger flared within you, contained only by the hard steel of the fox that protected your chest. In fear that you would snap and ruin the agreement before it was even written, you said nothing.

"You northerners won't last five seconds in the dragon caves," the King went on.

You felt a brow perch up, asking, "Oh? Is that what we're doing today?"

The King's scowl returned. "I told ya' I was gonna show you how we get blackstone, didn't I?"

"We’re going to mine blackstone?" you asked with genuine curiosity, anger gone for now.

But, how ?

"Just come along, will ya'?" The King growled darkly before walking away.

The way he said it cowed you into obedience. You were both curious to see how the southerners attempted to mine, as well as the sudden seriousness that seemed to possess the King.

And in following him, you got to see the true power he welded.

Everywhere the Dragon King went, the people would stop. Women dropped to the floor in curtsies. Men would bend the knee. Knights and guards would stand at attention and salute, any hint of life gone in the presence of their liege.

You expected he liked it that way.

And how the King wouldn’t stop or even nod at his courtiers. Instead, he chose to act as if they didn't exist at all, keeping his head forward as he marched towards the gateway. It wasn’t until you were halfway there when you noticed…

“You don’t have a guard?” you asked curiously.

The King snorted. "Like to see someone try . In my own castle…”

Good point. Only a fool would dare to slay a dragon when they're in the belly of its lair.

The three of you reached the gateway, reintroduced to the sky once more, and the sight in front of you brought a smile to your face.

“Oh good! We’re riding there!”

The first horse you saw was the one in front, a bay gelding with a tail that wouldn't stop flicking. The sootiness of his coat shined against the sunlight, bringing attention towards his strong legs and dark snout, his eyes dark as night. He wore a gold trimmed saddle with blood red padding, all bearing the sigil of a golden dragon breathing flame.

The Dragon King's.

But then you spotted the light-gray mare behind him, her coat reminding you of snow. Not the pure white snow that blessed the North deep within the winter season, but the real snow you used to see every day; the slush that squished under your feet when you walked to the stables. The half-melted snow that cornered the gateway, forming into small mountains you and your brothers used to climb, and then later fall in. The dirty snow your older brother dared you to eat once (and you almost did, until mother saw you and screamed bloody murder).

It was the type of snow hardly anyone ever thought about.

And how the mare's eyes bled into yours, her stature unmoving and calm, her long tail occasionally flicking with the unearthed energy that she was, no doubt, reserving for the ride.

You walked past the King to greet her, making sure to keep to her side, so that her eyes could be on you as you approached carefully.

"Hello, there," you spoke to her in a gentle tone, holding a cautious hand to her nose so she could catch your scent.

She took some sniffs and sighed into your touch, her own sign of welcome. She then nudged her nose into your palm, urging you to pet her.

You let out a giggle at her persistence, finding a light-hearted joy you haven't felt in a very long time.

“I take it you like to ride, my lady?” a voice startled you, bringing you back to your surroundings.

You didn't even notice the man next to you, which was saying something given his solid build and eccentric red hair. Everything about him read strong and warrior , yet he wore a gentle smile with kind eyes to match.

You bashfully answered. “As soon as I learned how to walk, I learned how to ride. The North is full of open land, you see. It’s far more practical to be on horseback than inside a carriage.”

The large man smiled, showing off his sparkling sharp teeth.

“You’ll like Yuki, then. She’s nice, but she sure likes to run.” The man patted the horse's neck affectionately.

Your chest panged with heartbreak once more, as you remembered how you had to give up your own stead for the northern cause.

Another sacrifice for the war.

The man turned towards you, and nodded his head in the form of a bow. “Kirishima Eijirou, if it pleases my lady.”

It was then that you spotted the gold broach holding the man’s cape together. It was a hand, palm open in a show of promise.

“You're the Hand?” you asked, surprised. But then again, perhaps it was unsurprising that someone like Bakugou Katsuki would want someone equally built along his side.

“Indeed, I am!" Kirishima cheerfully replied. "Sorry for not greeting you at the gate. We had a-”

“Oi, Ei!” The King barked. “Quit yapping and get on a damn horse!”

The Dragon King was already on his stead, ready to go.

“Best not to keep His Grace waiting,” you grumbled sarcastically.

Kirishima leaned towards you, whispering as if in conspiracy. “You’ll find that he’s more roar than bite, my lady. I promise.” He tossed you another smile before leaving to head to his own horse.

You felt your brows furrow in confusion.

Somehow, you doubted that.

You mounted Yuki with ease, her steady nature being a welcomed gift after dealing with the fiery tempers of this morning.

And, you were sure, the fiery tempers you still had to deal with.

“M’lady is one of the best riders in the North!” Midoriya excitedly proclaimed, mounting his own horse clumsily. “She raced against all of the lords and knights of the land and beat them all! Even her lord brother.”

The King snarled. “As long as she’s better than you.”

Anger flared inside you, and quite suddenly, you felt the need for a challenge. “Have you ever raced against a northerner before, Your Grace?”

The King scoffed, jutting a thumb towards his chest as he bragged, “I’ve ridden dragons, Lady! I doubt you can beat me.”

You smirked.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” you said smoothly. Then without any warning, you hit your reins, urging your horse to run with a loud “Ya!”

And you left everyone in the dust.

You could hear the shouts of the King behind you. “Oi! This is cheating! Get your ass back here!”

You also heard the cries of your knight. “M’lady, please! You can’t just leave like that!”

You looked back, catching the sorry sight of them struggling to catch up, and your laugh carried you over to the other side of the Bridge. Out of mercy (and also because you genuinely did not know the way), you slowed Yuki down to stop.

The King caught up to you within a second, halting right next to you.

“That doesn’t count!” he scolded, eyes burning angrily into yours.

You rolled eyes and shrugged. “It was a joke, Your Grace. Nothing more…”

He scoffed, melted gaze fading into curiosity. You felt his eyes stray to your posture, how posed you looked on a horse, but then they stopped at your chestplate.

"You wearing that for the whole day?" he asked you calmly.

For some unknown reason, you felt a prickle of nervousness creep up to the back of your neck. "Yes, Your Grace. I was planning on it."

You watched as Bakugou's brow arched up, his face contorting into a look of confusion and disgust.

He thought you were stupid.

But just as quickly as the expression appeared, it fell as you heard him grumble quietly, "Fine. It's your funeral."

Then he rode his horse ahead of you, leading the way, and as you watched his retreating form, you couldn't help but ponder over his sudden cut off from you.

It was almost as if he were disappointed in you.

And then you found yourself questioning your choice, wondering if perhaps it was a stupid idea, wearing a chestplate on a day like this.

You were starting to feel it- the strong band of heat trapped inside the plate. The weight of it was starting to drag you down, and when you looked, you saw that no one else was wearing anything to a similar degree. Even your knight, who wore his whole uniform on the very first day, was now only wearing his pauldrons over a light shirt.

Doubt started to sink in, and your fingers started to play at the clasps holding the plate together.

Can't breathe-

All of the air suddenly escaped from your lungs, like you were punched in the gut, forcing you to take a greedy breath in. The chill that tickled your skin returned, making the sweat that coated your skin turn ice cold. It was like a ghost was passing through you, inflicting you with the feeling of his bloodless fate.

So you decided to keep the chestplate on as you rode alongside your party, more of the King's soldiers following close behind.

Silence filled the time of the journey, as dirt and land started to give away to sand, beach rocks, and tall grass peeking through it. Even though this was in the Southlands, you felt as if Tochiryuu was an island, a place of its own with nothing but the things inside it; the beat of the sun, the white of the sand, and the roar of the ocean that was slowly growing bigger and bigger, its water twinkling like it was made out of stars.

Maybe the sea wasn’t such a sorry sight after all.

And as you turned your head around, marveling at the beauty of the beach. You couldn’t help but think there was a battle here, not that long ago.

“So, tell me about Sunset Beach.”

A wave of tension seemed to pass through the King and his Hand, and for a moment, you thought perhaps you got it wrong.

“This is where you had your big victory, yes?” you asked the King directly.

His crimson eyes seemed to darken into the color of blood as they peeked back at you.

“Aye,” was all he said.

You huffed. "Well, King of Victory. Wouldn't you like to tell me how you earned the name?”

Surely he expected you to ask about it?

But oddly enough, the Dragon King didn’t reply. He just turned away and completely ignored you.

You didn’t understand. You'd imagined an arrogant man like Bakugou Katsuki wouldn't dare miss the opportunity to brag. Was his success exaggerated? Or was the battle more gruesome than how the songs described it to be?

Either way, you got it wrong, and you found yourself looking back at Ser Midoriya for guidance. But, he looked just as puzzled as you, his face scrunched up in deep concern as he met your gaze.

The heat within your chestplate started to curl up and tighten your throat. You suddenly felt panicked at the idea that the King didn’t like you. Personally, you wouldn’t have cared. You didn’t necessarily like him either, but your country was on the line. The King could decide not to follow through on the agreement. You needed to stay in good graces, at least until the bloody contract was signed and you could get the hell out of here.

You decided the best route was to just keep your mouth shut for the rest of the journey, and try to impress later.

“Have you been to the caves yet, my lady?” Kirishima suddenly asked you. He sounded kindly, and he even slowed his horse down so he could be by your side, better to hear you.

So much for keeping your mouth shut.

You swallowed down your reluctance to speak. “Not yet, but I’ve read about them, my lord.”

You eyed the King warily before going on. “The caves live just south of the Arashi Mountains. Not only are they the only known caves that hold blackstone, but they are home to many other gems as well- blood rubies, yellow diamonds. But…” You looked back at Kirishima. “But because of all of that, they're a natural attraction for dragons.”

Kirishima nodded. “That’s right. Dragons love treasure. Many of them end up making their nests in the caves. They're crawling with them.” And then, perhaps fearing that the comment would scare you, the lord backtracked. “B-But not to worry! The King and I have been in the caves many times. Right, Your Grace?!”

The King grumbled under his breath before begrudgingly replying, “Know ‘em like the back of my hand.”

“I trust you,” you told Kirishima, but your eyes did briefly wander over to the Dragon King.

The Arashi Mountains grew bigger. You could now pick out the lines of smoke that punctured various corners, curling up into the sky and beyond it, making the peaks disappear. The stormy-black of the rock seemed to swallow the sun that touched it, painting its entire aura gray. You caught the smaller pieces of rock circling around the base, how jagged and sharp they appeared to be as they covered the pitch-back that was the entrance to the caves.

You then spotted the white tents lined up around it, the small ants of men moving about to the faint sound of metalwork, as more lines of smoke traveled up from the ground, signaling the presence of bonfire.

But then a mighty roar vibrated through the sky. You looked up behind you and saw a tiny black speck flying, growing bigger and bigger until you struggled to see under the brightness of the sun. You felt a rush of wind fan your cheeks and whip through your hair, and the darkness the dragon brought shielded you from the torture as it flew over you. As it passed, you saw the familiar colors; red shimmering into black and green as it headed towards the mountains before you, letting out another roar as the dragon reached its home.

You saw the King smirk with pride.

"Katsuko" he greeted.

"Yours?" you asked.

The King whipped his head towards you, and for a moment you thought he would ignore you again or at least give you another half-ass answer, but pride seemed to take over. He boasted,"Of course. It's only right that the King has the best dragon."

"Is he the biggest?"

Bakugou snorted, hopping off the horse to walk the rest of the way towards the caves. "For his age. He’ll only grow bigger as he gets older, don’t worry."

You weren’t.

Truthfully, you weren’t too keen on the dragons yet. You admitted they were beautiful creatures and that they held a charming sense of power and grace when they flew in the air, beyond any danger or limitation. But you faintly wondered about the consequences of taming such a beast…

You went to unmount as well when a dizzy spell hit you, knees buckling as your feet touched ground. You held onto the saddle to keep yourself steady.

Ser Midoriya raced to your side when he noticed. “M’lady! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, ser,” you gritted determinedly, still feeling light-headed.

“Are… are you sure you need the chestplate, m’lady?” Midoriya asked quietly. “If it’s your safety you're worried about, don’t worry! I’m sure Kacchan knows what he’s doing, and I’m here-”

“I said I’m fine, ser,” you seethed, hating to snap at him, but now the ghostly feeling has increased tenfold, from brushing against your shoulders to now trapping you in a bear hug, whispering in your ear…

Can't breathe…

You squirmed under its warning.

Your eyes peeked open to find Ser Midoriya staring at you in worry.

You gave a short, exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry, but my gut is telling me to keep the plate on and so it stays on. And that’s that.”

Ser Midoria nodded silently in agreement, although the worry was still plain on his face.

You both followed behind the King and His Hand, who were currently being greeted by a familiar face.

“Ah, great! The Dragon Whisperer has arrived.” Kaminari approached, a wide grin on his face as he bowed to the King.

Bakugou grunted in response and simply moved past him, heading towards a large slab of stone set in the middle of the base, sanded down so that it resembled a table. Some men were huddled around it, but quickly stepped aside for him. You had a feeling if they didn’t, the King would’ve just plowed through them anyway.

Lord Kaminari didn’t seem phased however, and instead his gaze landed on you.

“My lady,” he said with another bow. “I hope your ride was pleasant.”

“Better than the carriage,” you muttered grumpily.

It was true. Although the heat was gruesome and it was currently racing through your veins like snake venom, it was still a better journey. Afterall, you had yet to throw up.

A canteen floated right in front of your face. You grabbed at it- delighted to find it was real - and saw that it was your knight that gave it to you, worry still etched onto his face.

You ignored it, and drank out of the canteen heavily, fresh water flowing down your throat and branching through the rest of your body in heavenly relief.

You wanted to pass it back to Ser Midoriya, but he beated you to it by insisting you needed to catch up to the King, who was studying the slab. As you went to do so, you eagerly eyed the men working on the tools- pickaxes, hammers, and spears you quickly noted. You squinted in on them, and was shocked to find they were working with steel. Not blackstone.

Then, how?

You reached the King, approaching on his left. You looked down, curious of the source of his attention, and saw that the slab was carved with many lines, some short and some stretching to the opposite side, all of them connecting like the roots of a tree. At certain points, there were names, some of them faded so that you had to squint to read- Kinba, Shiroi Tsubasa, Kanibaru -and some of them were new, freshly carved- Musouka, Katsuko …

It was a map… and the names must be where the dragons live.

"So, which path are we taking?” you asked.

Bakugou huffed, dragging a finger from the older end, passing through Kanibaru and following the main line all the way down until reaching Katsuko , and then Musouka .

Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach.

“We’re going through their nests?” you asked in quiet horror.

“That’s how we find blackstone,” the King shrugged, as if it were no big deal. “The dragons are attracted to it, so they nest where it’s at.”

“And luckily for us, Musouka’s expanding her home!” Kirishima joyfully informed you. “She must be laying eggs soon.”

“‘Means she’ll be even more territorial,” the King grumbled. “We have to be careful bringing Katsuko in there.”

“We’re bringing Katsuko?” you asked.

“‘Need him to melt down the rock,” the King answered before turning towards Kaminari. “Oi! Where’s Musouka now?!”

“On flight, Your Grace. The watchtower last reported her heading east.”

“Then we need to move now,” the King stated, and in the wink of an eye, everyone did, and with such urgency that you found yourself looking in every direction, utterly lost.

“W-Wait! What if she comes back?!” Ser Midoriya cried, looking just as confused as you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know,” Kaminari winked, handing each of you a torch, top end wrapped in cloth and reeking of alcohol. A heavy pack was suddenly tossed your way, and you peered inside it to find a pickaxe, rope, gloves, and a fresh canteen.

“You’ll also need this. The smell is quite strong down there.” Kaminari then handed each of you a large white cloth.

You gave a good whiff and found that the putrid scent of the mountains, which was once tolerable in the city, was now churning deeply in your stomach.

Oh, you can not throw up again.

You secured the cloth over your nose and mouth, as tightly as you could. Then, you faced the pitch black of the cave’s entrance. No torches lined up against the wall, nor any wagon tracks. The only physical sign that man has been in that cave before was the slab of rock right next you.

Steeling yourself, as much as you could with the heat and the smell, you marched towards the black, but as soon as you met Kirishima at the entrance, you heard something big walking up behind you.

You turned to find none other than Katsuko the Dragon, being way too close to your comfort with the King riding on top of him, looking as smug as ever, even with the cloth over his mouth.

It made you feel more sick than the stench ever could.

You all scrambled to get out of the way as Katsuko continued to march past you.

“Just follow me, northerners, and you’ll be fine,” the Dragon King bragged.

Torches lit, you, Midoriya, and Kirishima silently walked behind Katsuko, who led the way. Wings tucked and body flat, the dragon scurried through the tunnels almost like a lizard, his tail slithering after him.

As rock and dirt crunched under your feet, you observed the walls around you, your torch light capturing the indented black that swallowed you whole, its tiny glimmers shining from your fire. It looked solid. Strong. And yet you knew you could easily take your pickaxe and pick a piece off.

It wasn’t blackstone. Blackstone only shined in sunlight.

Your eyes strayed down to find a white line of rope tied to the sides, a bell attached every few inches. You followed the line all the way until darkness stopped you.

Kaminari.

That’s what he meant. If Musouka comes back, he’ll pull the rope and ring the bells.

You all continue your path silently, letting the distant echoes of the cave consume you. It was somehow calming, the sound of the caves; the small drip of water from somewhere in the dark, the small roar of fire that came from your torches, the small shuffles of your footsteps, even the small sounds of Katsuko as he sniffed and scampered his way ahead.

All of these small sounds being casted out into the vibrant air of the cave, traveling through and meeting into one singular song. It gave you this strange, lulling sense of tranquility, one you were only familiar with through the whispering woods of home.

You hated to interrupt it, but you had questions.

“Why aren’t we using the blackstone tools?”

Everyone stopped to look at you. Even Katsuko.

“What blackstone tools?!” The King barked, the echoes of the cave capturing his voice and making it louder.

And it was such an offensive response that you couldn’t help but stare at him, speaking full of snark. “You know, the ones my family made…"

The Blacksmith's Hammer. The Anvil. The Five Pickaxes. Tools that have been passed down to your family for generations, that is, until the truce was broken.

“Eh?” the King asked. “Why the hell would we have those?!”

All you could do was look blankly ahead, the flare of your annoyance washed away into stupor.

“You… you don’t have them?” you asked quietly, fear and heartbreak creeping in with the thought that your ancestor’s creations may be gone for good.

“No, my lady.” Lord Kirishima shook his head . “At least, not us nor the Old Lord.”

“Do…" Your throat clogged with emotion, forcing you to clear it out and adjust your mask. "Do you think the Dragon Queen did something to them?”

“I wouldn’t know, my lady.” Kirishima shook his head again, sadly .

You let the sharp pain of grief curl up around your throat before stubbornly swallowing it down, ceasing the sting in your eyes along with it.

“That’s why our pickaxes are plain,” you roughed out, continuing your walk. "And why we need Katsuko to melt down the stone."

Dragon fire.

Except for blackstone itself, it's the only thing that can affect it. Without the Blacksmith’s tools, it would be the only option.

"And what do we do if we run into a stray?" you asked nervously.

No one answered.

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you took the silence for what it was and moved along.

You let your hand brush along the cave wall, feeling the coarseness scratch along your palm, and you wondered distractedly, how far down were you? Then, how far down did the tunnels go? You haven’t even passed through the first dragon’s nest yet…

The sound of your footsteps began to grow louder, crunchier , and then,

Snap.

Startled, you looked down, absent mindedly thinking you somehow stepped on a twig.

But that couldn’t be right.

And when you brought your torch down to the ground, you saw it- the stick of bone white, coated with ash.

You swallowed down your fear over the sickening realization that, you were getting close.

“Kanibaru. That’s the first nest, yes?”" you asked nervously.

The King rumbled, “Aye.”

“And, do we need to worry about him?”

He let out a snort. “Kanibaru’s been dead for years, lady. We’ll be fine.”

"Not too far now, m’lady," Kirishima assured you.

You looked over towards your knight, who's been oddly silent since entering the caves, his eyes downcasted in deep thought.

“Are you alright, ser?”

Midoriya blinked, startled back to reality by your voice. “Oh! Y-Yes, m’lady. I was just pondering over the name.”

“Kanibaru?”

Ser Midoriya nodded solemnly. “Cannibal.”

Ice cold dread ran through your veins, making you feel cold once again despite the warmth of your armor.

The temperature of the air was fine, but the strong stench of dragon was fully watering your eyes now. You found yourself furiously wiping away your tears with your arm.

“Watch your feet!” the King called behind him.

You immediately looked down, seeing the bones in Kirishima’s torchlight. No longer were they fragments, hidden in the earth, but fully exposed and bigger.

And bigger…

Bones grew and multiplied. While once you were watching your step, now you were actively maneuvering around them- stepping over a ribcage only to narrowly avoid what appeared to be a broken sheep skull.

But then the bones went on, until they formed tiny mountains of their own and it was impossible to ignore the sickening crunches and snaps that formed under your feet, as you had no choice but to fully step on them now.

And then you reached the nest.

Large white pillars sat on both ends, forcing Katsuko to tighten himself so he could crawl under it while Bakugou ducked, the rest of you huddling closer into the center. As you carefully stepped through, you looked up, seeing the roof that was the spine. And once you passed the pillars and the broken off roof, there were a few steps of nothing, and then…

The skull.

It was facing away from you, so you couldn’t quite see it in all its glory yet, but Katsuko could, and he didn't like it. The dragon growled softly at the bone, sniffing at it and nudging it with his nose before his jaw opened slightly, growl growing louder and more rattled.

“Oi, Katsuko,” The Dragon King warned, “Rybas.”

The dragon let out another growl before turning his head and continuing walking.

And when you circled around the great white marble, you caught the side of the jaw, and then, the heavy spears of the teeth. The ones toward the front of the mouth were chipped off and broken, but the ones towards the back were completely intact, and so large- you imagined all it took was one strong bite for any prey to be turned into a slush of meat.

Your eyes traveled up the eye sockets, the one on the right torn and shattered all the way down the cheek.

The final bite that killed it.

When your fascination began to drag you behind, Ser Midoriya grabbed your elbow, nervously urging, “C’mon, m’lady! Best to keep moving.”

Sweat coated the palm holding your torch. You grasped it tighter, suddenly fearful of any small sound that passed through, your peace dampened with the idea that a dragon had no qualms killing one of its own.

But the bones soon disappeared, and the regular pathway of the tunnels returned, turning your thought into nothing but a shadow in your own mind.

Your chestplate grew heavier and heavier the farther you went down, and soon you found yourself being the last one in the group. At least, you would’ve been, if Ser Midoriya didn’t insist on staying by your side, making sure you were keeping up.

And you tried to, you really did, but the weight of the chestplate felt heavier than stone, and every slight breeze that passed through seemed to tickle the back of your neck and crawl down to the bottom of your spine, making you shiver as the haunting came back again and again.

You kept waiting for the bells to ring, or worse, the small rumblings of a beast to poke through.

But besides the sounds of your party passing through, there was nothing, and Katsuko seemed to not be worried at all. In fact, he seemed to be going faster now, eager to reach his own domain.

The pathway began to grow wider. You, Midoriya, and Kirishima now free to walk with a bit of space, nothing but the darkness of the void and the small specks of torchlight warding it off, until Katsuko suddenly took a left turn, leaving you all chasing to follow.

The dragon took a few more steps then abruptly stopped, causing a domino effect for Kirishima, Midoriya, and you.

Katsuko grumbled softly again, flapping his wings slightly as he entered his own home. The white pieces of bone once again resurfaced from the ground, this time, only the remains of sheep scattered along with it.

But glittering light soon caught your eye, and you squinted closely to see the shadows of gold. You brought your torch in front of you, illuminating the hoard of treasure in all of its sparkling glory; not only gold, but diamonds and rubies as well, all hidden safely within the darkness of the caves and further protected by its owner, Katsuko The Dragon himself.

“Don’t you dare touch any of it,” The King commanded, yelling over his shoulder. “This is his , got it?!”

You nodded silently in agreement.

You lingered on the treasure until your eyes traveled up, meeting the giant hole in the wall.

“Is this where you got the blackstone for your throne?” you asked innocently.

“Aye,” the King grumbled.

If they had the Anvil, they would’ve been able to make more tools…

Katsuko suddenly decided that he had enough walking for the day. He marched up to his hoard and started digging into it.

“Katsuko,” the King scolded. “Naejot!”

Katsuko ignored him and continued to dig.

Bakugou huffed, annoyed. “Katsuko, dohaeras. Naejot!”

Katsuko grumbled, before turning it into a growl, and then, a sharp whine. His tail swung out dangerously, whipping left and right, hitting the cave walls.

You backed away nervously, as Ser Midoriya pulled you back even more, behind him.

“Oi,” the Dragon King warned. He started speaking in full sentences, in the language you didn’t understand.

But Katusko cocked his head, listening. Then, with a great huff, he turned around and continued down the path towards Musouka’s domain.

By now, the smell was so strong, your nostrils burned. You tightened the tie on your cloth to no avail, stuck with the stench attacking your nose hairs, and the long journey wasn't just weighing on Katsuko. Everyone was starting to feel fatigued, tension and impatience was starting to build in the air, and you feared that a single sneeze would cause the King to snap at you.

"Getting close…" he grumbled, stretching out his back while Katsuko carried him.

Easy for him to say. He didn't have to walk…

But then, shortly afterward, the King was proven right. You arrived.

Musouka’s home was definitely the biggest you’ve seen so far, with gold and jewels completely blocking the walls with its tall peaks, while bones and carcasses painted the floor, all of it forming into one very large nest of treasure and death.

Katsuko rumbled greedily as heavy steam began to leak out of his nostrils, with his tail slithering sinfully to and fro.

"Katsuko, umbas."

The dragon grumbled, shaking his head at the command, before begrudgingly, sitting himself down, staying.

The Dragon King hopped off his back, heading towards the back wall to move all the gold. Kirishima moved to help him, while you and Ser Midoriya held your torches high so they could see.

They exposed the smooth, black surface of the wall, not a single hint of shimmer reflected anywhere.

You walked up to touch it, feeling the familiar smoot-yet-rough scratch as it grazed your palm.

Blackstone.

“Get your asses back,” the King told everyone, and once again, you felt Ser Midoriya gently guide you back, making you to be the farthest away from the wall.

You peeked over Midoriya’s shoulder, watching Bakugou walk up to Katsuko, standing by his side.

“Katsuko.” The King nodded towards the wall. “Dracarys.”

Katsuko scrunched his neck, growling deeply as a burning ball of flame formed deep in his throat.

Then, the dragon roared with all his might, a great wave of fire shooting out of his mouth and hitting the wall in all its fury.

The whole cave seemed to come to life, suddenly illuminated by the dragon fire as every shadow disappeared, and all the smell of dragon was burned to a crisp, replaced entirely by the smell of fire. The dry heat was hitting your face, burning your cheeks and making your heart pound furiously in your chest, its thump bumping the steel fox in front of it.

Then the roar died, the cave returned to darkness once more, and the wall of blackstone now glowed a fiery red.

“Quick! Put your gloves on and start picking at it!” Kirishima shouted, hurrying to do the very thing himself.

You threw down your bag, and dug in for the gloves, made from a very thick leather and a bit too big for your hands, but you put them on, grabbed your pickaxe, and ran to the wall.

“Careful. Don’t let the stone touch you,” the King warned. “Only grab it by the glove, got it?”

“Aye,” you answered him, moving to take a swing.

You managed to pick a chunk off, much to your delight. You grabbed it carefully with your gloved hand, and ran back to grab your bag- deciding to put the rock in there once it cooled.

You all kept picking at the blackstone, slowly gathering as much as you could in silence. The wall was now chunked to pieces, while the rest of it began to cool, the glow of dragon fire beginning to fade away.

You went to take what was maybe your last swing, and then…

A low, soft rumble echoed quietly down the tunnel.

You froze.

"Stop!" you whisper-cried, panicked.

Everyone halted, and listened.

But there was nothing.

“Calm your nervous ass!” The King yelled at you.

“I heard something,” you insisted.

The King rolled his shoulders back, eyeing the progress on the wall. “Probably a rat. If it’s anything else, Katsuko will let us know.”

Your ax felt numb in your hands. You stood there, petrified. You knew you heard something, but everyone else went back to work, swinging at the stone. Prickled flesh ran up your arms, your shoulders, your neck.

Nothing but silence.

Then a deaf defying screech pierced through the air as a large blue dragon jumped out from a deep crack from within the wall. It launched itself onto Katsuko, and everything went to chaos. The torches went out. The roars and screams of the dragons bombarded the tunnel as they tumbled and rolled over one another, their fight illuminated only by the breaths of fire they were spitting at one another.

You heard Midoriya from afar, but you couldn’t find him.

“My lady! My lady!”

“Midoriya!” you called back, trying to run towards the voice, but then the large thwack of a tail came from somewhere above, forcing you to duck and cover our head as rock rained down. When you felt it stop, you got up and went to keep running, the sounds of the dragon fight still lively behind you.

Before you could even take a step, something hit you strongly in the chest, knocking all the air out of your lungs. Another thwack of a dragon tail. It sent you flying into a wall, its impact strong.

And then, black.

You didn’t know how long you were asleep. All you knew is that you blinked your eyes open, only to find that you still couldn’t see. Everything was black, your chest hurt like hell, and when you took your first breath, a sharp pain shot up from its right side. As you layed there, on the ground, face cloth lost somewhere in the struggle, you pinched your eyes shut and focused on breathing slow and even, hand naturally clutching the place of injury. You could feel the metal of your chestplate, now dented and digging into you.

“Help,” you whimpered, desperately hoping someone could hear you. But you heard no voices, no footsteps, and the sound of the dragon fight was long gone.

How long has it been?

Clenching your teeth, knowing it was going to be a bitch, you shot yourself up, immediately crying out from pain.

But you had to move. So you felt around you, thankfully finding a wall. You leaned against it for support, pulling yourself up, the sharp pain stabbing you from the inside. Sweat poured freely from your body, your forehead utterly slick with it as you just stayed there for a moment, focusing on your breath before you took one step. Two.

“Midoriya,” you tried calling out, the sound of you bouncing down the tunnels, but nothing came back.

What happened to him? To the others? Did they get blocked off from the fight? Crushed by the falling rock? Or did the dragons…?

You swallowed down your agony. You could not dwell over the fate of your poor knight. Not now. Now you had to figure out what to do.

You didn’t know where to go. You couldn’t even see , but you knew you couldn’t stay. Not when a dragon could come by any minute. You remembered, Musouka’s nest was the farthest one on the map. Depending which side you ended up on, you would either be heading towards the exit or heading deeper into the cave, into untrodden territory.

“Fuck,” you groaned, anguished over your predicament.

Sending a quick prayer to the old gods, you began your journey into the darkness, alone. Thankfully, besides your chest and the throbbing bump on your head, you felt fine, so you stumbled your way down, keeping a hand along the wall and your ears open for any sign of life.

You don’t know how long you spent walking, as time seemed endless in the caves. Five minutes could’ve been thirty. Thirty minutes could’ve just been five. The only hint of time you had was the soreness of your feet and the all-over ache of your body.

You wondered what your father would say, if he could see you now. Would he scold you for being stupid? For ever going into a dragon cave to begin with? Would he disown you for ever stepping foot in the Southlands? Perhaps, if things turned more sinister, you would know soon enough.

A sickening crunch halted your thoughts, and you froze, listening.

Let it be a footstep, let it be one of the others .

But then a low growl rumbled through the night, soft and slow, like the creaking of a mill. It crushed your hopes and filled them with terror.

Goosebumps ran up your flesh as your breath quickened. The thrumming pain of your ribs seemed to echo the beat of your heart as you could feel the strong pulse of your blood racing through your veins.

You reached for your sword, but paused.

Only a fool would dare to slay a dragon when they're in the belly of its lair.

And then you could finally see again as the dragon opened its jaw, a dim ball of light starting to brew within it. You could see the outline of its teeth, just as big as the skeleton you saw eons ago. As the fire grew, rumbling deep with the dragon’s throat, more was illuminated for you; the beady eyes staring directly at you, the blue scales glimmering into green.

“You must be Musouka,” was all you were able to say, coming to the conclusion that this was your fate.

The dragon released a sizzling exhale, hot ghastly air steaming out of its nostrils and onto your face and hair. It gave another low rumble, as if agreeing with you.

The rumbling began to crank up, growing louder as the jaw was released more, fire growing brighter as the full, monstrously beautiful face of Musouka was revealed, her fire reflecting in her eyes as she inched closer to you, sharp claws digging through the earth.

Yes, I am Musouka, mother dragon to be, you imagined her saying.

And you are a stranger in my home.

As you closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable, a soft melody seemed to echo from somewhere beyond. You thought it was a part of your imagination, that your mind was simply conjuring up a sweet, distant mirage before you faced a gruesome death.

But then you felt Musouka cock her head to the side, listening as well. The silkened words grew closer, more present.

When you felt her finally looked away, you opened your eyes, and you were glad you did, because you would’ve never believed it if you hadn’t.

Blonde hair peeked from within the soft glow of his own torch flame, crimson eyes reflecting its ferocity as the Dragon King stepped up, bringing Musouka’s attention fully on him.

He didn’t seem scared as he sang his sweet song. He seemed calm, confident, and strong. He stood his ground as Musouka drew near, and it was like his honeyed words only grew more powerful as she did so.

The blood of the dragon…

The fire in the King’s eyes seemed to match Musouka’s completely, the only proof of the invisible string connecting them. The song was so hypnotic, it felt like it would never end. An endless song of beauty that could never be broken, like the bond between a dragon and its rider.

It is magic. It must be, you thought.

But as endless as the song felt, Musouka suddenly turned her head away from the King and from you. She went up to another deep crack within the wall. She folded her wings and flattened herself before scurrying inside the broken rock, sharp tail slithering away and disappearing with her.

You felt the magic disappear, broken for good, and your senses returned to you as you begrudgingly stood up straight, feeling the throb of your knees, shaking.

You were now alone with the King. A heavy silence passed through the both of you as you worked on regaining your nerve.

“Thank you for that.”

The King grunted, as if it were no big deal. “You okay?”

You found yourself nodding, “Yea-Yes. I’m fine. I think I have a broken rib, but that’s the worst of it. Thank you, again.”

His eyes seemed to wonder over you, checking for himself. They simmered over you head-to-toe, making you shiver under its gravity. Then they lingered over your damaged chestplate.

“Here,” he spoke quietly, moving to undo it for you. You grabbed his torch for him, as he worked to undo the clasps, freeing you from the literal weight on your shoulders as the warmth of his proximity brushed your skin.

Feeling your cheeks flared, you stumbled for a distraction. "H-How did you find me?"

"Told ya', didn't I?" He carefully guided the plate over your head, granting your freedom, as he met your curious eyes. "I know these caves like the back of my hand."

Cheeks flared again once he reminded you.

Of course he knew where to go. He was the Dragon King.

“Let’s go,” he said gruffly, stepping away and taking the torch from you and handing back your chestplate in return.

Before you could even ponder over the lost proximity, he grabbed your free hand and started dragging you away.

He led you through the dark, and feeling just utterly helpless and out of your depth, you let him, putting all of your trust and dependency on the Dragon King as he guided you through the caves, occasionally halting to listen, occasionally pulling you left and right on a random notice.

And perhaps because your mind was tired and numb and you finally felt a sense of safety again, but your thoughts began to wander, fading into faint dreams of the stories you grew up with, of the Blacksmith and the Queen. Perhaps the Blacksmith got lost in the caves the first time around and the Dragon Queen had to rescue him, just like this. You imagined that this was how their friendship was formed, with trust being put into one another and the threat of death waking them up from their ignorant and childish feud. Maybe this was how the idea of the Bridge came to be…

Through the rush of being pulled this way and that, and your mind being lost in its fruitless thoughts, the rustling in your ears came forefront. The sound of the whispering trees bending violently in the wind, their words growing louder…

A broken oath…

A dragon only knows greed…

What do they know of honor …

“Head in the clouds and ears in the trees," your father's voice whispered.

You reached fresh air, and you found yourself gasping for it greatly. The muffledness of your mind faded away, making everything clear the more you breathed. You hardly even noticed Ser Midoriya fretting over you, his mouth moving in frantic motions you couldn’t hear nor decipher. You did however see the tear tracks staining his cheeks.

“She’s got a broken rib,” you heard the King say behind you, his voice low and close. “We should take her to the maester.”

A blanket was pulled over your shoulders, and you realized then that, you two weren’t holding hands anymore as the palm that was once in his now felt cool and naked. You tried to make up for the strange feeling of vulnerability by rubbing your palm against the blanket, willing it to go away.

How silly, you thought. Escaping into dreamland and fretting over his touch while he was just saving you.

“Oi! Dunce Face!”

You turned just in time to see the King grab onto Lord Kaminari, holding him up by the collar. “Why the hell didn’t you ring the bells?!”

“I did Your Grace! I was ringing thrm the whole time!” Kaminari screamed, holding his hands up in front of him in mercy. “Something must’ve happened to the rope.”

It occured to you quickly.

“Katsuko," your voice croaked.

Both Kaminari and the King paused to look at you.

You cleared your throat, speaking again. “It must’ve broken off when he swung his tail.”

Realization dawned on the King’s face, as Kaminari slipped away from his grasp, retreating.

"Did… did you at least get any blackstone?" The lord asked hopefully.

You looked towards everyone you went into the caves with.

Midoriya looked down, defeated.

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

And the King… The King looked ready to kill.

You don't know what came over you. Maybe you were coming down from the highs of what happened, maybe you were just overwhelmed with the relief of being alive, or maybe you simply found the irony out of the situation, but you started to laugh; small giggles that bubbled out of your mouth soon became full-on laughter that hurt to do, but broken ribbed be damned. You couldn’t help it and you certainly couldn't stop it.

Everybody stared at you, not sure of what to do or how to read your reaction.

You finally calmed down, wiping a stray tear from your eye. "Well, Your Grace. If you wanted to prove the value of your people's work, you needn’t go to such extremes.”

The King simply looked at you, dumbfounded by your reaction.

You sighed, feeling tired and ready to go to bed.

“I would've believed you, if you simply told me,” you told him quietly, a smile on your face as Ser Midoriya guided you to one of the tents.

“Wait.”

You stopped and looked back, waiting for the King to say what he needed to.

“How’d you know to wear it?” He looked down at the chestplate, which was now in Midoriya’s grasp.

You looked at it briefly for a moment, the fox that was now covered in soot. Unsure of what to say, you looked back up at Midoriya, seeing the look of warning in his eye, his words from before coming into mind.

" If you ask about it, he'll deny it, m'lady. Kachaan thinks it makes him look superstitious…"

You looked back up at the King, and shrugged innocently.

“Just instinct, Your Grace.”

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Please talk about dragon King Bakugou all day, I'm here for it. 🎤

>:) I'm always happy to talk about more Dragon King Bakugou!

So his throneroom, it's definitely not a "traditional" throneroom as in it's not in a majestic castle surrounded by a city. It's still a castle, so to say, but it's more of a very intricate cave system that's been made into one of the old volcanoes where dragons settle down & bring new dragons into the world.

It's still used as a nursing ground for baby dragons & the older dragons stay there too with Bakugou who is pretty much the only person they let in close enough to see the new hatchlings.

Anyway, back to his throneroom. It was hand-carved way before Bakugou was born and it's been sat by many King's and Queen's before him. The paintings on the walls aren't just his conquests but the majority of them are - he's known as the King of Dragonfire.

I know I said there are a lot of fire-lit torches but I always just imagined him having these pits of fire that are lit from the lava of the volcano that he literally lives in. And they line the walkway up towards his throne, and it's a pretty far fall into the firepits so I think he'd also push people in there if they were sentenced to death or something LMAO.

The obsidian is everywhere though, just looks like a plain black shiny rock until the firelight hits it. I think the throne may also be mostly made out of obsidian too, he has furs that cover it so he doesn't cut himself on the sharp edges that have been chiselled into shape.

And as pretty as his throneroom is, he hates being cooped up inside of there. Prefers to be in the actual burrows and caves with the dragons, or up in the sky on the back of his own dragon. But he'll put up with sitting through court if he gets to have you sitting on his lap or next to him bundled in the fur of a bear he had poached himself just that month.

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Yo! I was imagining a scenario where dragon king bakugou receives a mysterious gift box which reads "come closer to me and you will see" and as he moves that box closer to his face that box opens and sprays fae dust all over his nose and the reaction is so quick that he drops the box and begins sneezing like crazy and somehow due to that fall the off spray button gets broken so...the scene unfolds like this...bakugou cant stop sneezing..fae dust keeps on spraying..and we (half blood servant) cant stop staring 👁👄👁..although he is almost yelling at us to do something but we really dont want him to stop...also i love it when the nose is so irritated that there are rapid ,desperate, mini sneezes before the actual mega sneeze..so can you write some headcannons or probably a whole fic based on this one..that would be really appreciated^v^ hime

This ask has been in my inbox for like a year and I WANTED to write it but never found time or motivation to. Well! Ive been shadowbanned and IDK how long itll be until its fixed (Tumblr Support get off your ass already) so until then, here we go! First fic in ages!

Surprise!

Dragon King! Fantasy! Bakugou & Half Dragon! Servant! Y/N

CW: Servant! Reader, Master & Servant roles, fantasy setting, sneezy angry B/akugou, K/iri being a good boy, Submissive Listener, one mention of fictional slavery, closeted snzfucker! reader

As usual all characters are aged up to 18+!

"Mm. This is…odd."

Before you, was a box. A small, wooden thing. Could have held jewelry or coin inside from the shape of it. You weren't an expert in these things but the ever knowledgeable King B/akugou was one to educate you when it came to the outside world and all its inhabitants. Curiouser and curiouser.

Without so much as a messenger or even a carrier pigeon, this box had been left at the doorstep of his majesty's southern palace, deep within the mountains where no mortal dare venture. You peaked out into the open, looked left and right, and even in the clouds for some sort of clue…but there was not a soul! The only thing stuck to this small box, was a letter sealed shut by a stamp meant for royalty. And surely you, a mere dragon half blood, were not going to anger his majesty by rooting through a package that was meant for his eyes only. That man's anger knew no bounds.

“Hey! Y/N!” A familiar voice caught your ear, belonging to a tall and muscular dragon shifter. His ruby colored eyes looked you up and down with warmth. “Oh, K/irishima. I received this for his majesty but…there was no courier.” You said, caressing the box in your hands. K/irishima pursed his lips into a thoughtful pout, before noticing the wax seal, “Must be important if it’s got that seal on it.” Better get it to B/akugou quickly, in case he’s expecting it!” He advised. Right! You’d rather not keep his majesty waiting, especially if it was something direly important, and especially so, if there was a time limit. With a quick bow you tucked the mysterious chest under your arm and quickened your pace, only to find his majesty lazing away in his parlor room. With his strong body laid down over a soft looking fur rug, his vermillion eyes gazed over a book he didn’t seem all too interested in. You knew that look…the Dragon King was bored stiff. You almost made the mistake of walking right in without announcing your presence.

With a free hand you smoothed out your apron before speaking up, “Ahem…your majesty.” Your voice came across as meak, and your long tail curled behind your form. He gazed towards you, waiting to hear what you had to say. “A package has arrived for you.” You said simply, holding the box in your hands. A flicker of interest crossed his usually irritated features as he sat up, and held a hand out. “And who’s it from?” He asked, his tone still as dull as his mood. You hesitated for a moment as you wondered over, “I…um…I do not know.” You admitted, avoiding his eyes as you stared down at the box. “Hah?” His brows furrowed, “What do you mean you don’t know? Someone MUST have handed it to you.” He stared at you while you shook your head. “No, your majesty. When I exited the main gate, I couldn’t find anyone. Not a soul.” You admitted. His lips pursed into a familiar scowl, “Give it here.” He almost snatched it from your hands, which he dwarfed with his own. “Mm?” He grazed the seal with his fingertips and jumped to his feet, taking a seat at a nearby table to get a better look at the surprise package. You followed suit as he removed the sealed parchment. Again, his brows furrowed, but with concern. You thought of the worst. A declaration of war? An old enemy announcing their return? Perhaps greedy humans who wished to raid his castle for the endless supply of gold he’d been hoarding over the course of his elongated life? Your hands tampered with the hem of your apron as you watched your master open the letter. You didn't even notice that you'd been holding your breath.

“Come closer to me, and you will see…the hell is that supposed to mean…?” He already seemed irate. “Perhaps a riddle…?” You offered your input, but Bakugou simply scoffed at the notion. With a glance towards the box, he took off whatever brown string was left to hold it closed, and picked it up to look inside. But what happened next was…well, unexpected to say the least.

A shimmering cloud of dust erupted from the box, and enveloped your master, coating him in a layer of glittering gold right down to his bare neck and shoulders. A gasp escaped your lungs as you watched the box clatter to the floor, the lid snapping off. Even then, it continued to gradually release the golden dust into the room, and all over the floor, like an ornate fountain. Bakugou snarled, gasping for clean air as his calloused hands tried to wipe away the dust covering his face. A slew of curses waterfalled from his lips while you panicked and attempted to clean up the mess.

“Y-your majesty! Are you alright? I-I’ll try to…-Oh…oh nono this is…” It was easy to tell just from the smell, and the way it felt in your hand. This was not just dust. This was fae pollen. And after the interesting trip into the fae woods but a fortnight ago, realization caught up quick. Almost as quickly as Bakugou’s breath began to hitch. It all happened so quickly you could barely gather your thoughts before he’d started sneezing. His chest muscles bulged before he snapped forward with a powerful explosion, which sent more of the fae pollen flying through the air and traveling to every corner of the room. All you could think of to do was to snatch your apron off, and rush to his side to start wiping away whatever pollen was on his bare skin. He didn’t fight you on this, as he was busy fighting with his nose instead.

“Hh-! Hh-EeDD’ZZSsshUUu!! Hii-IItt’SSHhhuuOOo!!” He wouldn’t dare sniffle, knowing damn well it’d make things worse. His mouth fell open, and his sharp nose twitched with a pink hue spreading to his flaring, itchy nostrils, “HHh-ISSHHHuuOO!! H-Hh-ESZzZZshhUuu! Hh–hHZzcHH’CHuue!” His muscles spasmed under your touch. “Y-your majesty…a-are you…-!?” His red eyes were hazy with tears that threatened to break free and roll down his cheeks. The flush across his cheeks was, dare you say, a lovely shade. And the more he sneezed, the pinker and pinker his slender nostrils became. The bridge of his nose furrowed harshly while his eyebrows pressed together.

“Hh-EeeSSHHUUuuee!! G–Ghh–IDZZzSSHuuuee!! G…rid…of–! HH-InNxXnN–Uuughh!! Uu-HHrr-ESsHHUUuooo!!” A fine mist shot from his mouth and nose and into the air, mingling with the fine particles of fae pollen that tickled and tortured your master, practically bringing him to his knees. “Hh-!” His teeth bared as he bent at the waist into his elbow, “HKK’GnnNNT! HH-KNNXXxt!!” Two rather painful stifles came from him, resulting in a pained groan.

“M-master you’ll hurt yourself if you do that…” The words escaped before you could even stop him. Truth be told, you adored seeing the Dragon King sneeze. To see such a strong and unstoppable force of nature be brought down by fae dust was a joy to watch…and practically a pleasure. A mix between a snarl and a snort came from him as his unfocused, hazy red eyes stared you down, “T-tha-Hh-! Hh’IHTssSShhchu’uh…!! Is…an – Hh-!” Bakugou panted helplessly, covering his mouth and nose with his shaky hands, “ Hh’GNxxT-Chew…Hh-HaH’ETSSHhhuuoo!! NOW! Half bre-Hh-EdDdsshuu!! Ha-Hhh-Half b-...bree-EE’EsSHHuu! -Hahh-! e’SShhuuooOO!!” His fingers glistened with wetness from his fit, and you could see it dropping to the floor. Your heart quickened in pace before you picked up the still overflowing box. You didn’t know any magic! How were you supposed to stop this!? All the while, B/akugou is clutching the edge of the table behind you, bracing as this hellish fit of sneezing wracks him to his very core. As you stared back at him, even his toned abs convulsed and twitched with each hitching breath and explosion. Big and small, long and short, you’d never seen him afflicted in such a way. By this point he was using your apron to save whatever dignity he had left. “Hh-! AaESSsHHuuuee!! IsshhUu! ISSH’UUuu! Hh-Hih-!! HehH’ESSHHUUuooo!! DAMN it!!” You could tell, if he ever managed to find out who sent this thing, they were going to die by his hand.

No matter how hard you tried to put the lid back on, it was as if a switch had been flipped and was broken off. You panicked, wondering if his majesty would release his anger onto you instead of the prankster who caused him so much anguish. But, as luck would have it…the gods were on your side. Amidst all of B/akugous sneezing, the commotion had alerted K/irishima, who rushed into the room. His usual peppy smile was traded in for an agape mouth. “W–...??” He was utterly flabbergasted, but that was understandable. Before you could utter a word, Bakugou beat you to it.

“S-Shitty s-Sca–AAhh’HHssHHuu!! IssHHeewww!! T-the b-Oo’-...Box-! EsSZZsshhuuu!” You could feel the wet spray from his breathless sneezes hitting the back of your neck and your tail. It sent a shudder down your spine that anyone would have noticed. It didn’t take long for Kirishima to realize what had happened. He rushed to your side and picked up the box, before whistling for a few of your colleagues. “Get this thing as far away from here as possible! Choke it with a counter spell if you have to, just get it outta here and get this mess cleaned up, OK?” Even while barking orders, E/ijirou still managed to sound pleasant and kind. The others quickly whisked away the dangerous box as a few stayed behind to try and help clean up the mess. And with that covered, you rose to your feet to rush to B/akugou’s side.

“HHhdt-EssZZSShhhuuuoOOo!” Your head snapped to the side as you were coated in his majesty’s discharge. The spray was cool on your skin but nevertheless…a bit uncalled for. A pitiful moan escaped from Bakugou’s wrecked throat, before he snapped forward again, “Hh-HHDZzSShhuuuooOOO!!” Again, enveloping you in spray, for which he had no intention of apologizing for. His nostrils stung as the source of his agony was finally removed from his presence, before you pulled a clean handkerchief from your pocket and offered it to him. “B-blessings, your majesty…” You croaked, watching as he snatched the cloth from you and blew his nose into it quite messily. He was indeed upset…K/irishima sighed, “Well…Guess we should find out just who sent that little care package, huh?” He grinned nervously, watching B/akugou’s shoulders quake. “HH…Hahh–IDSShh! HhETtSSHHhuuuuooo!! The goddamn NERVE…” Smoke rose from his mouth, “K/irishima…start tracking down every damned fae folk you can find…” He seethed, his nose still eagerly dripping into the now filthy hankderchief.

“When I find the worthless BASTARD who did this…I’ll wipe him off the face of this Earth…Not even the GODS will be able to SAVE him!!” He turned around, eyes burning with unbridled rage. It almost scared you. His right hand man quickly bowed, “Yes, my King! At once!” He took the hint, and quickly fled the room. Now, it was only the two of you, and the remaining servants.

“And YOU.” Instinct took over, and you immediately went down onto hands and knees, bowing to him. “I sincerely apologize for my hesitation, Master. It will never happen again.” B/akugou had been kind enough to liberate you from poachers and slavers of enchanted folk, and the last thing you wanted to do was to make him mad enough to throw you back where he plucked you from. A wet snort came from him before he sniffled, rubbing his exhausted nostrils which squelched at the touch. “...I’ll find a fitting punishment for you. Now stand. And get this MESS cleaned up!!” He spat, hiding his still tickling nose behind the well used cloth, “Hh-Hh’EssHHH!!” He groaned, "And for Gods' sake, bring me another damned handkerchief..." With that, he'd left the room. His loud sneezes echoed from the corridor even after he'd slammed the door behind him. It could have gone much worse, but as you helped the others contain the remaining fae pollen…your mind began to race…just what kind of punishment did the dragon king have in store for you…?

#kushami asks #kushami writes #snzfic #snzfucker #e/ijirou k/irishima #k/atsuki b/akugo #b/akugou k/atsuki #dragon king b/akugou #snzblr #snz kink #snz fic #m/ha #b/nha

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artificial-sleep · 5 months

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In honor of Spotify Wrapped coming out *this week, I present to you: each MHA character's top played.

*This thread is reposted from twt and was originally posted in December of 2022

Kicking off with Class 1-A (pt. 1)

Midoriya Izuku

GOOD GRIEF by cleopatrick

He looks all sweet and innocent, but he listens to bopping bangers. GO HARD LIL BUDDY.

Bakugou Katsuki

It's My Life by No Doubt

Bakugou bbygirl Katsuki listens to bitchy angsty bubblegum pop bc he's a drama king 💖💋

Todoroki Shouto

Devil Town by Cavetown

DRAMA. DRAMATIC. He's v angsty and takes the line abt mommy and daddy not being in love /very/ seriously.

Kirishima Eijirou

Thunder by Imagine Dragons

Kiri can't really remember the last time he tried to listen to new music... But this stuff? That came out while he was in middle school? SUPER manly. Pretty much all he listens to when he bench presses. 💪

Kaminari Denki

Give It Away by The Red Hot Chili Peppers

It's kind of... sexy? But so fun and such a funky banger. It captures his entire essence. He nods along to it, shades over his eyes w headphones in as he walks down the sidewalk. It's a vibe.

Sero Hanta

Beachboy by McCafferty

Some grungy garage beach punk? Hell yeah. All day.

Also, everyone has to be quiet when the second chorus comes on, so he can scream "And it is HOT❗ HOT❗ HOT❗" 😏

Ashido Mina

Fake I.D. by Riton

Does she look like she has time for a man that can't keep up? I don't think so.

Iida Tenya

Gangnam Style by PSY

Guys he can finally do the dance 😀 He's been practicing for years

(He can't. He's actually terrible at it. But no one has the heart to tell him. I mean, it's bad enough the song still means that much to him. Y'know?)

Uraraka Ochako

Brillo by J Balvin and ROSALÍA

I'm convinced that Ochako is a ROSALÍA fan bc how could you not be? She's such a sweetheart. Listen to that voice. 💕 But also, that sweet, angelic voice gives me Chako vibes. Just some pretty girls.

Jirou Kyouka

Female Energy, Part 2 by WILLOW

Of course, Jirou's staple is her grade-A taste in music. And her top played? WILLOW. A beautiful, inspiring, insightful voice, and Jirou does a jaw-dropping cover of this one.

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This thread will be continued in a new post because Tumblr only allows me to link up to 10 songs in one post :)

You can find all of the posts in this series here:

Class 1-A continued Shinsou, The BIg 3 Top Heroes and Teachers Villians, Special Requests

#my hero academia #spotify wrapped #fandom playlist #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #Spotify

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 1 year

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Call me a loser or whatever, but imagining studying with Bakugou n Kiri or being Dragon King! Bakugou’s adviser is really helping to keep me focused on studying right now

#I’m doing my essays for my ornithology course #and I just know Kats would act so bored with all my bird facts #but then he’d get offended when I’d only tell Eiji #Dabi probably could not care less tbh #he’d humor me but would also be a terrible distraction #selfships I guess?#t.rambles

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ao3feed-kiribaku · 17 hours

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Heat and Lightening

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fgwpZ28 by Multishipper3000 Katsuki must visit the Northern Temple and pass the Gods' test in order to become crown prince. As per tradition, the test is scheduled to take place on the first full moon after his twenty-third birthday. Which means the kingdom's enemies will know where to find him. To avoid an assassination attempt, Katsuki plans to travel with two-hundred of the kingdom's best soldiers. The plan has been in the works for months. Which is why he's so furious when he finds out that it's nothing but a decoy, and he's being sent on a different route with two carefully selected soldiers. Katsuki's never met Eijirou or Denki before, but it doesn't take long for him to realize that his mother chose well. Both soldiers are powerful on their own. Together, the dragon shifter and demi-god are a force to be reckoned with. Their journey will take two weeks. It's a long time to be in such close proximity, especially with the attraction brewing between them. It doesn't take long for the three of them to give in, rendering the journey much more pleasurable than any of them imagined. But Katsuki's all too aware of his duties as crown prince. And as much as he cares for the two soldiers, they can't be together forever. Can they? Words: 6137, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Kan Sekijirou | Vlad King, OCs Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki, Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shoto (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Dragon Shifter Kirishima Eijirou, Demi-God Kaminari Denki, OT3, Mage Bakugou Katsuki, Prince Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Bodyguard, Soldiers, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Alternate Universe - Magic, Fantasy Violence, Swords & Sorcery, Hunting, Shameless Smut, Explicit Consent, Explicit Language, Threesome - M/M/M, Switches, They all top and bottom, Lots of Sex, Like they're horny horny, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Double Penetration in One Hole, Double Penetration, dragon dicks, Erotic Electrostimulation, Wet & Messy, But they're also on alert for enemies, Assassination Attempt(s), Minor Injuries, Eijirou and Denki will do anything to protect Katsuki read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fgwpZ28

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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thejellyfishlibrary · 9 months

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Long completed fanfics you can read on Ao3 pt2

Animal thing by Blue_Five - 20 chapters and 41,519 word count. Description = it’s a sequel to animal side a chronicles of Riddick re-imagining

Love Me, and the World is Mine by Neyiea - 5 chapters and 9,275 word count. Description = Bunny's a player and wants Jack, but Jack refuses due to his reputation. But Bunny can't seem to let it go, not when he thinks of how good they could be together.

So how is he going to win him over?

Too Much Choice by hellbells - 12 chapters and 18,517 word count. Description = Stiles was trying to track Derek down in this god forsaken place. So he could not afford the very hot distraction of the two hot males in front of him. He did not know how to handle their interests at the same time especially as he was more used to dealing with their elder selves.

Philosophy by madam_mess - 13 chapters and 10,523 word count. Description = When Akande is assigned as the professor for an introduction to philosophy class, the last thing he expects is to find a man he’s been sleeping with in the front row.

May the cards have mercy by ohGodohno - 14 chapters and 102,349 word count. Description = The Arcana cards were a select few people that were hard to come by, even in their magic-filled day-to-day life. They had a strict schedule, a lot of duties regarding the public and their future, and were regarded as the highest part of society in the Arctic Empire.

Tommy couldn't relate.

He is the Sun Arcana, and all he wants is to get a summer job at a hotel so he can get out of the Empire with his best friends in autumn, was that too much to ask?

He never asked to have whatever powers the Sun arcana gave him, so he's not going to act like one. Simple as that. If he wanted a simple life, that was on him

Too bad he doesn't get a choice as the cast that makes the rest of the Major Arcanas enter his life one by one and refuse to leave him alone.

Bringing the penguin home by bicanthropus - 8 chapters and 12,938 word count. Description = After Oswald is released from Arkham, Zsasz goes to look for him and finds him where he least expects. In his long lost father's home.

Ikebukuro threesomes: short stories by JunuenLisunia - 30 chapters and 71,417 word count. Description = one shots adout heiwajima shizuo/Orihara Izaya/Ryuugamine Mikado

How to seduce a spider by SparkysCrush - 10 chapters and 23,385 word count. Description = Peter Parker was having vivid wet dreams. About Venom. Basically PWP. Dubious consent so if that bugs you don't read.

Another BHNA chat fic by heartnut - 14 chapters and 9,821 word count. Description = tailed beastboy: do we have to do this

fUCK: how do i leave

leapfrog: u don’t

fUCK: fuck

A rose by any other name by CA3E - 9 chapters and 11,758 word count. Description = Tokoyami goes to a market and receives a flower from an elderly woman, who tells him that the Rose reacts to the owners emotional state around people nearby. Will this flower help him in the long run? Or will it only confuse him more and more?

Show me your teeth by ser_problematique - 6 chapters and 47,515 word count. Description = Izuku sells himself into slavery to save the people he loves, but he doesn't realize what the barbarian king actually has planned for him. Fantasy au with slave!deku, barbarian Bakugou, and dragon Kirishima.

Self love 801: a complete guide to anal sex for beginners by errant_rivalry - 10 chapters and 36,901 word count. Description = Izuku has a new boyfriend and needs advice on the physical aspects of the relationship. He goes to Eijirou and Katsuki for help, and gets that and a whole lot more than he expected.

No, No I don’t see by silent_flower21 - 14 chapters and 42,098 word count. Description = The morning air was crisp and refreshing as Tommy stepped outside. He started down the familiar street, each step taken with practiced care. He kept his shoulder touching the wall the whole time, it helped him not run into people. The rough texture only slightly bothers him. Tubbo suggested he use a walking stick; it would help him walk and feel the surroundings but also make other people aware of his lack of eyesight. He said no, he didn’t want people to treat him differently just because he was ‘disabled’. He was a big man, he wasn’t a pussy that needed help. It’s the same reason he wore glasses. Not the blind people glasses, normal everyday glasses that still hid his eyes.

Skxawng by Proudmonsterlover - 5 chapter and 2,343 word count. Description = With his breathing being restricted, Jake did the only thing he could think of.

He sunk his sharp canines into the flesh of Tsu'tey's arm and he heard a cry of pain.

Although it wasn't from the other.

What?

Yes, Jake realized. There was a stinging sensation from his shoulder and hot breath on his skin.

Cold shoulders lead to warm embraces by SovereignVoidDragon - 17 chapters and 16,537 word count. Description = Tommy wouldn't say an ideal way to spend his Saturday is being yeeted into an alternate dimension with people who hate his guts and yet here his is. On a Saturday. In an alternate universe. With a weird Philza and Technoblade running an Empire and apparently deciding they like him. This might as well happen.

Familia aeterna by Anonymous- 39 chapters and 70,860. Description = Techno and Tommy are brothers - not by blood, but that doesn't stop them. They're also dangerously codependent, and not even Tommy's unwilling transformation into a vampire will change that.

Unfortunately for the brothers, they soon catch the attention of a pair of ancient vampires who are looking to complete their family.

Slight of hand by Anonymous- 11 chapters and 8,753 word count. Description = Tommy wears gloves to hide his ability from the world, so no one knows he’s a healer, so no one can take advantage of that knowledge. Again.

Of course, healing one of the top villains in the city isn’t the most subtle way to go about hiding your powers, Tommy would know.

Conflicting sides by Describedbyadog - 10 chapters and 19,059 word count. Description = Tommy’s been in exile for MONTHS now and despite his best efforts, Dream hasn’t broken him yet.

However when Tommy sprouts a pair of wings, leaving him reeling from his new confusing instincts, Dream thinks his golden opportunity may have arrived.

Prison wife by made1for1life1 - 12 chapters and 12,900 word count. Description = Brian has been in lock up for a few years now. Sure he could hold his own but this is much easier. That being said, this boss is about to turn his idea of a prison wife on its head.

#fanfic #i fear the fanfic writers but deeply respect them #fanfiction recommendation

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kingkatsuki · 3 months

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Thinking more Dragon King Bakugou thoughts.

Imagine you’ve been married less than a month, an arrangement which protected your village from attacks from the ruthless king, and any other settlements.

But you still haven’t consummated the marriage, you haven’t even slept in the same bed together. You have the same routine, each morning you meet him for breakfast (when he isn’t away pillaging or scavenging). Barely speaking a word to each other outside basic pleasantaries, asking how you slept or how you’re feeling.

Spending the rest of your time as though you’re a stranger in someone else’s home, even though this is your home now. Your reality.

You spend a lot of your free time in the library, or in the castle grounds. Sometimes sneaking into the kitchen to help Sato bake, finding any excuse to occupy your mind with something other than the four walls that feel more like a prison. Seemingly gravitating to every single person inside the Kingdom that isn’t Bakugou Katsuki.

It’s only one evening that you’re padding down the empty corridors to have a late afternoon bath, wanting to clean the dirt off yourself after weeding the hellebores that grow outside when you hear a soft grunt from inside. Stepping closer to the large wooden door as you push it open to peer inside, and you freeze on the spot.

Dragon King Bakugou is hunched over himself, a forearm against the cold stone wall as he sloppily fists at his cock. Bloody cloth and furs strewn around the floor as you’re surprised to see him— certain he wasn’t due back for at least three more days.

You know you should turn back, pretend you didn’t see anything and find solace in your room— but you can’t move. Eyes focused on the way the veins along his hands clench as he strokes with more vigour, the power behind his movements as the slick sound of his wet cock echos in the bathroom. You unconsciously rub your thighs together at the sight, a swirl of pleasure ebbs in your pelvis as you try to quell the throb. Your heart rattles the bars of your ribcage as you stand transfixed on your husband— you’d never seen him in a more vulnerable position. Hunched over and naked. And you couldn’t deny every inch of him was perfect, every scar that marred his glistening skin told a story as you followed each trail they left. Even down to the backs of his thighs as you felt yourself falling.

“Fuck—” He grunts, and then you have to stop yourself from falling.

The debauched, husky sound of your name called from between clenched teeth has you weak at the knees. You’d never heard anyone utter your name like that, and it had never had such an effect on your body. Your cunt clenching around nothing as you reached to hold onto the doorframe for some semblance of reality. Watching transfixed as the man in front of you; your husband, stroked his cock to the thought of you.

Dragon King Bakugou has always been astute, alerting him to the sensation of someone watching as his crimson eyes snap towards you. Dropping his thick cock in an instant as he moves to stand, pushing himself back from the wall as he bares everything to you. Standing tall, completely unconcerned that he’s completely naked in front of you. His heavy cock drags down towards the ground, the sheer weight of it unable to stand upright as it sits against even heavier balls.

He expects you to turn and leave, faster than the wild foul he hunts in the early morning. But you don’t, you stare back with warm cheeks and an even warmer space between your thighs as your tongue slips out to wet your lips.

“Maybe I can help you with that, my King.”

#dragon king bakugou #once again I had no clue where I was going with this #thirst posts #jo thirsts #Bakugou thirst #Bakugou x reader

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quitesins · 2 years

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Thinking about Dragon King! Bakugou

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Tags: 18+, SFW + NSFW, thirst/headcanons, fem!reader, dragon king! Bakugou, dragon hybrid! Bakugou, breeding, biting/marking, short as hell

To this day, the castle can’t fathom the change of their king when you’re around. He softens, creases of his forehead evening out, hard line of his lips curling just a little. His voice even rings higher, lilt of amusement replacing the gruff of his tone. When he sees you, his eyes burn differently- like the warmth of lanterns, over the rage of a fire. King Katsuki, brought to his knees over the sight a human. You’ve changed him. The palace knows, his parents know, even he knows. But he doesn’t care, as long as he gets to come home to you, he’ll change the whole world if he has to.

At first he’s kinda distant, his hard exterior proving difficult to break, but once he started to fall for ya, he was soft as putty.

Insanely protective, knows how harsh the world can be [he’s probably one of the reasons why lol] so he’ll do anything to keep you safe.

Brings you gifts from his travels!! Really he’d rather take you along but when he can’t, be sure to expect bags upon bags of treasures from across the globe. From the finest spices to the most beautiful silk, he will spare no expense when it comes to you.

As his wife you’re respected throughout his land, maybe feared even, just a little… to be able to tame their unruly king, who even as a prince struck terror into the hearts of men, you must have be something even more frightening.

In reality he’s just whipped as fuck.

Absolutely head over heels for you.

Takes your opinion for everything. When meetings with the council are in session, he’ll have you sat beside him, his best advisor.

Loves to show you off!! He’ll twirl you in pretty dresses, watching it flow around you like a flower, his flower, before the two of you entered events, knowing all eyes were solely on you.

Even though he’s pretty much drowning in his own love for you, doesn’t mean he’ll always be sweet. One of the reasons he fell for you in the first place was because of your charming snark, how you quipped back at his own retorts. So the two of you banter, flirt like you’d only just met, bicker like you’d known each other for life, with smiles upon your faces.

Nsfw

Breeding kink!!!

Oh man does he want to stuff you full, leave you dripping while he tuts at you for letting it waste.

He wants an entire litter, and he’ll just have to paint your insides white, over and over again, until you give him one.

Fangs!! Tail!! He’s a freakin’ dragon!!

Will bite you, mark you, claim you as his.

Wants the world to know, that you’re his bride, his most precious gem in his hoard of gold.

And his tail, when semi transformed, tells the same story, wrapping around you to never let you go.

Voice!!

With build up, he has such guttural groans, one’s laced with breaths, and fuck do they sound good.

Once he gets going, he’s feral with his grunts, practically snarling when he pounds into you.

On particularly needy days, you might edge out a whine or two, one’s that he’d immediately cover up with deep growls however.

Aftercare!

You’re his queen, and you’ll be treated as such.

Lavish baths, where he’d hold you in his arms as he wiped away the night’s lust, making sure to soap your hair and massage gently.

Kisses you softer than the rough of the night, before holding you in his arms, on his bed of silk.

If you tease him about his kindness, he’ll fluster and push you away, only for a moment before grabbing you again and smothering you in his embrace.

All in all, Katsuki loves you, undeniably so, and with him, life is nothing but a dream. A real happy ever after :).

Wooo Random dragon baku that was in my drafts and wanted to clear out so here’s the post! I seriously had no clue how to end this so you get that cliche mess but anyways ty for reading!!

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anaiswriterr · 2 years

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The Dragon Kings Queen

Pairing: Dragon King!Bakugou x Queen!Reader

Rating: M

Warning: This is part nine, I’d like to point out be aware: 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐠𝗼𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐭𝐜. Please don’t read if you are not comfortable with it, and if you’re under the age of 18+ I will give a warning when it becomes NSFW but at the moment it’s SFW. Today’s chapter does include gore, death, killing, hunting, sickness, etc.

Synopsis: ➪ When the word marriage crossed your mind, you believed you’d marry someone you loved. Not this brute of a King. So here you are standing at the end on an altar, pushing away the urge to run and fight. Possibly start a new life, instead of being dragged into a loveless marriage. But for the sake of your people... They say he’s not what rumors make him out to be, but how can you believe that when his eyes burn into yours; just as fiery as before. How could you, ever love someone as barbaric as him…

- chapter nine: journey to the outskirts -

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You groan lowly, the bumpy gravel road keeps you awake. Earlier you had decided if Bakugou wasn't going to speak to you, you might as well as take a small nap. You intended on personally meeting every solider on the outskirts.

But the nap you wanted didn't look like it was going to happen either so instead you tap your face lightly, in hope to brighten up you tired eyes. Bakugou's arms are crossed tightly across his chest, torches light the dirt path; he arches a brow. "We're here."

The carriage stops and Bakugou quickly opens the door, you follow in suit, allowing his hands to wrap around your waist and bring you gently down to the ground. Dusting off your dress you greet the soldiers at the entrance with a firm handshake, "Queen Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you two, your service to the kingdom have not gone unnoticed." You smile, the two guardsmen look at you in awe as if no one has ever acknowledged their existence.

"The pleasure is ours your Majesty."

A soft grunt comes from your husband, his hand reaches out for yours and he gently ushers you inside. Two men follow behind you as security, as you enter the camp you notice three fires, soldiers surround each site with handfuls of beer and some even with dinner plates. A mess hall is beside what appears to be the medical tent, and other tents surround the tree line. You assume they are the living quarters.

They all wore what appeared to be dragon scaled clothing, thick and heavy, their swords either stacked in the weaponry bay or by their sides. The outskirts was homely to the soldiers. You walk along side Bakugou, "The commander will show you your tent." He says sternly, motioning towards a man who you assume in the commander.

"Good evening, my Queen. I'll show you where you can rest for the night, it'll be just right this way-"

"We won't be staying the night together?" You interrupt turning towards Bakugou. The heals of your boots dig into the dirt below you, arching a brow. Bakugou is taken aback, his words fumble into incoherent sentences. "I mean," you clear your throat, "We are married after all. I do not need to be treated with priority, nor separated. We will sleep in the same tent."

Words stumble out the soldiers mouth, he peers over to Katsuki. His king, nodding along with you.

"We'll sleep in the same tent, leave us." He demands, dismissing the escort.

The tent was beautifully decorated with velvet and leather, a large king bed in the center and lightly let candles. Turning towards Bakugou you let out a content sigh, "Thank you, for agreeing with me. It will look much better on our part of we play the part that we are united together." He nods, the first time he's agreed with you twice in a row you mentally cheer to yourself. He walks towards a glass pitcher, pouring himself a glass of water, he grabs a crystal cup; tilting it towards you, subconsciously asking if you'd like a pour.

Your hands clasp together in front of you.

Nodding.

You watch as he chugs the glass, messily wiping his lips and pouring more water into the same cup before handing it towards you. "Drink." He says. Out of the same cup? Hesitantly, you reach out for the glass. Taking small sips of the room temperature water.

He watched you, watching how your hand clasp around the glass as you lift it gently to your lips.

"We will ride soon, Kirishima is out with the eggs and they are ready for hatching. Tonight, you will officially be the Queen of Dragons, they will be at your command. It's traditional that you give them names,"

You look up towards his towering frame, "Will you be there?"

He nods, "By your side the entire way, you'll be safe they won't bite."

"How do you know? What if they don't like me-"

"They will-"

"How do you know-"

"Because I like you."

***

The blush on your cheeks doesn't lighten. Not one bit, not even after when it's been an hour. You have been settling in the tent, moving pieces and organizing your outfits. Bakugou watching as you fold a piece of leather into a drawer.

You feel his eyes burn into the back of your skull, small shivers running down your back.

"I thought you didn't like me..."

"What makes you say that?"

You shrug, "Oh, I don't know maybe the fact you ignore me from time to time, stated this marriage was just for your convenience.. just small things."

Katsuki rolls his eyes, "You've earned my respect, that is all." He stands to head out the front of the tent, he stops before exiting. "You were a good decision." What did he mean by that, you had no clue... but you've earned his respect ...

***

Time passes quickly before you are fetched to go see the dragons, they were brought by carriage and unclothed by a blanket, Kirishima smiles brightly at you. "The plan was to bring you to the mountain... but some trouble occurred." He says sheepishly.

Nodding in understand, you smile back at him. "Kirishima is great to see you again,"

"Great to see you, Y/N."

Katsuki moves beside you, grabbing onto your hand and squeezing it lightly. Leading you towards the carriage, uncovered eggs, each decorated with intricate patterns and colors; one was a light blue with soft silver green and purple patterns.

The second was a red color, with gold patches.

And the third was a coral color, green and pink silver splashed all around it. You turn your head towards Katsuki, wondering what to do. He looks down at you, and then back at the sky. “Our last dragon… the one my mother raised since her coronation. She passed away recently, she laid these eggs and specifically stated you take care of them. There is a ritual to hatch these eggs, when night falls you will be the mother of the dragons. The last remaining eggs.”

Your eyes widen, “Another ritual?” Already terrorized from the last, you simply can’t handle another. This round you know exactly what the ritual is, you’ve read countless of books upon it. A fire will be set, surrounding the eggs and you are expected to walk into it. You scoff, “Does this involve me walking into fire by any chance?”

Katsuki kisses his teeth, “Just a little, don’t worry you won’t burn.”

“That’s not how fire works-“

“That’s how the dragons fire for their mother works.”

Authors Note: Hey guys, short chapter but i’m back! So excited for the next this chapter was just made to fill some stuff in for the next, chapter ten has bakugou and Y/N moments and the dragons! Any name suggestions is welcomed, but this story is such a slow burn but we’re getting there!!!

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katsukikitten · 1 year

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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 😂

#kitten chats 🖤🐈‍⬛#kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛🖋️#Kitten remember #dragon king bakugou

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dienamights · 2 years

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖉 | 𝕶.𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚 | ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯. 𝚅

Desperate to escape the wrath of the all too powerful magick wielding Sizithian ruler, your father sends you off to wed the king of the Protectorate of Sha, upon his daunting request.

For the very first time, you set off outside of the confines of your home, traveling east to resentfully start your very unwanted life. But beyond the walls of your kingdom is more than what meets the eye.

The world you live in isn’t as peaceful as you always thought it would be, the mythical creatures whose stories you used to recall to the children of the kingdom stare you in the eye, elves, fairies and mermaids alike. It was also then that you witnessed the full capability of the dragon’s wing to summon an eclipse as it flew over the land below it. And just like all the stories you knew about; the untold tale of the dragon raid will inevitably lead to the greatest war of all.

═ 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

═ 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4.6K

═ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): mentions of an injuries (yes, again)

═ 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: open

═ 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲(𝘀): my love for kirishima really shows in this chapter😔💗 terribly sorry for not posting in MONTHS, i really hope you still enjoy this chapter :(( i got back my will to live write after many months of doing absolutely nothing ISBDKS. and of course big fat kisses to chwistinie weenie for dealing w my shit i kiss u forever :(( a-also im like real anxious abt posting again so i’d v much appreciate it if anyone has any feedback🥺💗

⤆ ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 Ⅳ

You sit on a moss-covered pillow, your back against a knobbly boulder. Shutting your eyes, letting your fears and nightmares take over, and letting yourself float into the void. Even though you can’t block out the grumbling men standing tall and casting an even darker shadow on your frame, it pales in comparison to the screaming and howling persisting in your mind.

Hidden underneath your pitiful whimpers, you hear a giggle, followed by a soothing call of your name. It beckons you, urging you to lift your heavy head up and look straight.

It whispers again, and you feel yourself rise with the redundant call of your name. You can hear the different pitches and volumes of the voices as they speak exotic words. It is almost as though you can understand what’s said besides your name.

There is a small opening between the trees. Then, you start to notice the light. It filters through the outreaching tree branches to the forest floor. Almost as though it is an invitation, for you to go into where the voices echo.

Then you begin to hear the leaves and grass, on the ground, rustling, so loud in the silence. Makes you wonder if your pathetic wails were so loud that you weren’t able to hear it before or if this is the sound of all the forest creatures scampering away from you into their hiding places.

However, you wait a while, without moving, and blink heavily when you begin to hear the trees rustling around again. Louder this time. If your sanity is unaccounted for, it sounds as though the trees are embarking on a journey, nudging and pushing one another as the ground vibrates beneath you.

Unable to convince yourself, blaming your inflated imagination on the countless stories you read to the children before bedtime, you step forward despite your shaky footing. Your fingers brush against the tree trunk as you trudge forward, rough and coarse, it doesn’t feel abnormal.

But, why do you keep inching towards it, as if pulled away from you by an overwhelming force?

So you move onto the large mushrooms that catch your attention, completely forgetting the multiple voices demanding your attention. They look edible, you think, despite your ignorance– never seen one like it in all your books. You can't help but brush your finger against the top, expecting them to feel dry and spongy, a gasp slipping past your lips when you jerk your hand back, blinking drowsily at the dot of blood on your index finger.

huh…

The voices are back now –as if the prickle cleared your head– and you think it's best to follow them. Maybe they’re coming from the outside, a beacon for your escape. They’re warm whispers and soothing promises, the nurturing you never had, hope of a better start to whatever might be left of your life. You welcome it, lips parted to take a deep breath, you feel like you're drowning in your own emotions, it doesn’t feel warm anymore.

Your brows twitch suddenly– it hurts, whatever it is. You feel swamped, constricted by your own tears, until a rough tug of your hair jerks your head back with a pained howl.

“Ouch!”

You bring your arms back and dig your blunt nails against his wrist, turning around to yell at Katsuki when he lets you go.

“What is your problem?” you rub the back of your head with a whine, flinching away from him when he points at something behind your shoulder. The trees are moving, weaving and lurching. Closing up that crack of light, the only glimmer of hope you felt, suddenly burdened with the truth.

You’re never leaving this place.

“N-no, wait– my name. Someone called my name.” You whisper into the abyss, reaching your hand out into the void with a short intake of breath, throat tightening when you try to speak again. He reaches forward again, and places his hand on your shoulder this time– a gentle squeeze, yet firm enough to hold you in your place.

The light disappears just as swiftly as it came, everything looks as if hidden in the shadows, just like the nightmares that haunt you in your sleep.

A disheveled heap, you fall to the floor in grief, Kirishima kneeling in front of you, hands on you to assure you’re harmless, yet he sounds so distant, so far away. His rough hands reach for your face, your chin trembling when he coos gently at you, incoherent– and what you could only assume as reassuring words are spoken as he clumsily wipes your tears.

At your wince, he struggles for a minute, fighting with himself while looking around before unwrapping the scarf around his head, bunching up the material to soak up your tears as they course down your cheeks silently.

“Ah, h-help–” he whispers once, once again before you lift your head to look at him through your hazy vision. “Kirishima– Eijirou!” he points to himself, nodding eagerly when you timidly repeat after him.

“Eijirou, Katsuki,”

He points to the blond behind you, you turn to look at him quietly. He looks down at you, he never moved after you fell in a pile of emotions right by his feet. His eyes are so different in that exact moment, like he didn’t almost tear the hair right out of your scalp not a moment ago.

If it were someone else, you would drop your gaze, it's obligatory for a princess to show a sense of bashfulness, bowing your head to hide hushed giggles before scuttling away. But you don’t, and neither does he, and when he nods you almost lean closer, anticipating a comforting word before you blink back into reality, shaking your thoughts out of your head and facing the very much not mundane in front of you.

You enunciate your name in a hushed whisper, hand placed atop your thumping heart. It slowed down but it's still loud, ringing in your ears loud enough for you to almost miss the confused noise Eijirou lets out. You repeat his words to you, hanging onto them like the last flutter of sanity you have left.

“Eijirou,” He nods with a warm smile, and you fight the urge to grimace at his sharp teeth.

“Katsuki,” A grunt responds to you, and you place your hand against yourself again and utter your name more clearly now. The redhead takes your hand delicately, as gently as he could and holds it in between his with an affirmative hum.

He isn’t covering his horns anymore –you notice. They’re pointy, you wonder if they could poke you. Kirishima shies away when you lean closer, lets out something akin to a whine when you pinch the tip and tug at it gently before he cradles your hand, pushing it away with a blush kissing at his cheeks.

“Oh, s-sorry–” you bow your head in embarrassment, clicking your tongue at the blond when he bares his teeth at you at the sight of his comrade��s discomfort.

A crisp wind of the morning hits your exposed shoulders, and you shiver as you cover yourself tighter with the woolen cloak during the frosty chill in the air. A sweet surrendering scent of the moist morning dew, cascades all around the sublime forest and surrounds you.

The mixed cool autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor; they were in the motion of turning a brittle brown. There’s the sound of shattered glass that emphasizes the crushed leaves, as if you were to step on them, pushing their papery remains deep into the brilliant white snow, which lined the ground like a fresh white cotton sheet.

You jolt as the twirling snow lands on the apple of your cheek, shuddering lightly before another one lands on your lap, and you watch the snowflake melt and leave a droplet on your dress, turning it just a few shades darker.

Snow danced in the light, a choreographed ballet conducted by the gentle wind. As you watch, your eyes grow that tiny bit wider, as open as the kids’ when they admired that the streets had become as a fresh new page awaiting their playful feet and barely mittened hands.

It couldn’t possibly have been more than a day since you were unceremoniously tossed inside the forest of Krahn with the two men huddled by you. Yet, seasons fade in and out like soft lullabies, their transitions faster than you can comprehend but never faltering.

Like mother nature herself, they only turn in one direction, always onward, never back. As they wax and wane, the life surrounding you changes right in front of your eyes. As summer rolls around, the heat does too. A blanket of warmth shrouds the land as if a comforting fire has been lit.

When autumn falls, so do the leaves. A layer covers the rolling hills, a film of every possible color. A canvas of browns, reds and yellows replace the flowers in patterns that anyone could be inspired by.

You remember crossing the painting with satisfying crunches and clumsy stumbles as the leaves mask hidden inconsistencies in the land not even mere hours ago. Yet you remain unperturbed as you press on in the search for a way out.

The unforgiving heat is replaced by the sounds of wildlife. As the day seems to grow shorter, so did the disturbances of the screaming people you had no luck finding, and the wildlife are given free rein to do as they please.

As the winter arrives, so too does the cold. A bitter, hateful cold that holds and grips warmth, forcing it to submit and dissipate. The weather is now unpredictable. The sun shone while the rain soaks you head to toe, the hail batters and the snow floats.

Through this horror, there is comfort. An unforgettable sight is engraved in your mind as you sit and watch a white cover placed over the land. The cold is invasive but is dismissed as the importance of the present springs to mind. All sounds suppressed, as are the issues when one enjoys the snow.

There is no movement, there is only stillness. Blissful stillness.

You’re who you are, not the you people made you out to be. you are not a prize to be won, a dish to be served. You are traveling, albeit outside of the law, you are taking your steps by yourself, no longer guided by a hand on your back, no longer pointed towards where you need to be and when you need to be.

Blissful stillness it is... huh.

The growl from your right pulls you back to reality, followed by a loud sneeze that has you yelping away from the blond who mutters in his native tongue under his breath,and you don’t even need to understand him to know that he’s probably swearing at the freezing cold.

“Snow,”

You try with him as you lift your hand, eyeing the snowflakes gracefully landing on your palm before melting into more tiny puddles of water. His brow twitches, your approach doing nothing to soften his very obvious hard edges.

“Od,” He mumbles rolling his eyes, getting up as the snow crunches underneath his boots when he steps away, letting out a deep breath through his nose when Kirishima hunches down close to you to repeat your word to you, predictive of your proud smile and nod of your head when he pronounces it right.

The peaceful and intimidating forest has the allure of a forgotten land lost in time. The solitary forest remains sealed, as if unharmed by The Szithian Emperor's destructive essence. The structure is formed by the dark shadows cast by the dense trees and puzzled bushes. As the bushes engulf the hard sections of the forest conceal the land from beneath the colorful portals of the open sky, the trees stand proud and tall as protectors of the arduous grounds.

The isolated forest has the appearance of winter romance which blossomed, alluring your mind deeper and deeper into the enchanted land. As the wintry sun rises in a hurry, attempting to rectify for setting so early the night before, it blossoms into the sky with a warm mellow glow in minutes. The dreary moon sent packing till his next duty surveying the night. The dusky sky is a stunningly beautiful baby blue, perched majestically on the autumn limbs of the forest trees below.

On top of the tranquil land, whispers of the leftover snowflakes wafted in the breeze towards the depths of the forest. The lake displays bits of itself melting into a liquid that is cold enough to freeze back in an instant as the mellow winter sun rises over the hard mirrored lake. The sheen of the bright sun's reflection on the icy lake sparkles in the calm air, reflecting fascinating mixes of blue colors and pearlescent purples.

“Meyz,” Kirishima’s palm wraps around your wrist gently as he helps you stand, and you fail to fight the everlasting urge to look down for any evidence of the claws that tore a piece of your dress.

But just like every time you do sneak a peek, you’re met with his rough hands, not so different from yours, and you can't help but frown when your nails catch your eye, just as broken and filled with dirt as his.

You blink up when the cloak flutters at a sudden gust of wind, the decorative ‘K’ on Katsuki’s shoulder reminding you of how underdressed he is.

“Oh, right,”

You mumble while unlacing the cloak, folding it once to not have it drag at the wet snow below. “T-thank you.”

You offer it back to the blond, head turned enough to toss you a side glance, rolling his eyes and tugging the fabric from your grasp. “Kogaan,” he sounds like he’s correcting you, throwing it over his shoulders and walking in heavy confident steps ahead of the two of you.

“Katsuki,” you try out the sound of his name on your tongue, pressing your fingers against your cold lips when he turns to you with an odd look.

Both of you are well aware of your lack of ability to communicate, and you can tell how much it irritates him to figure out that it won't stop you from talking nonetheless when he lets out a puff of air.

“Can’t really help but find your ability to handle the cold admirable, it's as if neither you nor Eijirou are fazed by it. Alas, I'm still contemplating the possibility of him not being mundane.” The poor man perks up at the mention of his name, walking backwards in front of you with an enthusiastic thumb pointing at himself while you nod, not missing the way the blond stiffens.

You gawk –very princess-like– at Katsuki’s back as he walks in front, muscles flexing as he rotates his shoulder with a soft groan. You turn your head when you hear Kirishima sniffing the air, nose twitching as it catches a whiff of something that has his eyes glimmering before he jogs to keep up with his companion. He points east, maybe west. You’re too lost to make sense of anything, your map wrinkled and worn from the severe weather change and from you constantly unraveling it to try and locate yourself in the bundled paper, but to no use.

Tiredly, you hurry your steps to match theirs, a twitch in your brow when you see them shoving each other playfully ahead of you. They look confident as they converse with each other, they’re not as hopeless and aimlessly wandering as you expected them to be, given the situation you were all forced into. They’re not scared, nor trembling in fear. You look away when the realization hits you— that’s because they're not like you.

The way Eijirou calls you makes your name sound foregin. You don't recognize it with his thick accent, rolling off his tongue as he waves you closer. He turns away from you and looks forward, probably led by whatever scent caught by his nose, and you wonder what it might be as you cluelessly follow him.

All you see is green, ground covered in grass that seems to grow in front of your very own eyes, long and bright as they tickle your ankles. Rocks covered in soft, fuzzy moss. Moist to the touch after the ice melted off of it, you shake your hand and pat them dry, a squeal escaping you when you trip over a little pebble in your distracted wandering.

Right before you kiss the ground, you feel a tug at your dress, strong enough to pull you back upright– of course, not without the loud tear through the fabric ringing in the otherwise silent forest that has you locking in place.

“Thanks,” you mumble to yourself, scoffing the only reply you get before Katsuki’s hand wraps around your wrist.

“Hey, I can walk–”

His palm is so warm against your skin, too warm. Heating up your entire body after a few seconds of contact. Any attempt to shake him off is futile, it's strong– his grip, as well as the urge to touch his arm to see if he runs this warm all around. Pulling you behind him to follow his steps, and you do it carefully, keeping an eye on the ground underneath.

You catch yourself aweing at the sight before you, so enamored you don’t notice Katsuki’s grip slipping from your wrist until he stands a few feet ahead of you besides his companion. You stumble for a few steps, tripping on your dress before tugging at it, dropping it again when you reach the edge of the water.

The lake ahead of you is the finest of mirrors, never showing exactly what is above, but converting it to an image so beautifully smudged and broken. The weeping willows, the clouds above, all become an art– all free for the looking. Sure, it is transient, changing by the day, but that's what makes it all the more precious, time spent admiring it only shows you that it will be both different and the same. The body of water met the sun with such grace, as if the two of them were so enchanted by this eternal dance that they barely noticed the mountains.

In a world of ticking human clocks, the mountain is a strong statement of the slowness of time, of the truth of the ever-present now. In the rarefied wintry air, the peak, clad in creation's evergreen, is crowned white.

The rebirth of mother nature is the first to show the season change as the snow melts in the mountains. Right in front of your eyes, their white winter coats are joyously replaced with deepest green. In the blink of an eye, ground-snow melts into glacier rivers. In a few minutes, rocks will emerge from the white, followed by the soil below. You believe there is no better moment for you to find this hidden gem, with the rapid seasonal changes serving only to make you appreciate nature more.

The sound of splashing water catches your attention, blinking dumbly at the sight of their littered clothes –well, technically boots, a cape and other trinkets of theirs. It catches you by surprise, seeing Eijirou dive in with a shrill screech at what you presume to be the low temperature of the water.

“Oi!” you’re always surprised at his voice, hoarse with a rich tone, the type that anchors you to a particular point in time.

You still for a moment, eyes dancing across his chest, shamelessly making note of the multitude of scars littered around– now narrow threads of silver that glow in the sunlight. A snap of his fingers yanks your sight upwards, catching a glimpse of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before he points to a log a few feet away from him.

“Praal,” he calls, squatting down before pointing to the log again while getting up. You shake your head, a chuckle escaping you at your method of interacting with the two as you make your way to sit on the log.

Dusting the front of your dress, you tuck it under you while sitting down. The sight of Eijirou and Katsuki yelling as they fling around a few flopping fish has you smiling to yourself. Its blissful quietness again– you welcome it, embrace it even. The thought of having it ripped right from your hands terrifying you, knowing it's bound to happen if– when, when you leave this place.

In the midst of their noodling, you look over at their clothes, their thrashing bringing the water closer to them. You stand with a huff, picking the articles up to fold them neatly and set aside to avoid them getting wet. Upon lifting the cape, a clutter reaches your ear, a wooden tool rolling until it hits against your ankle.

An old wooden horn stares right back at you, an intricate network of copper wrapping around the curved instrument and covering the tapered end. You’re infatuated by the exotic patterns– they look something like the detailed patterns on Katsuki’s shoulder, just not as beautiful, you remind yourself.

Bending down to pick it up, you lose sight of everything else around you. So mesmerized by the curves and details wrapping around it, you can’t help but trace along them with the tips of your fingers. You hear a voice, very faint, beckoning you closer– tickling your everlasting curiosity that was bound to be the death of you, getting louder the more your fingers dance along the copper.

Your name– again, whispered out to you. Except this time, you understand what they say, what they want.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” It says, urging you to admire the horn some more, something akin to pride in every syllable the more your eyes widen as you slowly yet surely make sense of the drawings on it. Were those… dragons? You wonder. “Yes, they are. So smart, aren’t you, princess?” The voice hums softly, a soft tender embrace that has your cheeks warming bashfully, completely missing the honorifics that would’ve straightened you up.

“It's very well known in all the lands of Akhira, a distinguished sound– loud enough to be heard even outside of this wretched forest.” It makes you gasp, have they had it all along and never used it to escape? “Go on now, child, why don’t you give it a go, won’t be long before you’re back outside into the real world.” And you don’t think twice when it spurs you on, prodding you to fill your lungs with air, just to blow it right into the horn.

So you do as you’re told, a sudden audible inhalation through your mouth, pursing your lips to blow into the horn.

“Niid!” You’re tackled onto the wet ground before any thought processes in your brain. You hear the crack of the wooden instrument as it rolls around a few times before hitting a stump– though barely over the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

You’re surrounded by warmth again, except– it's overwhelming, it burns! Katsuki’s hands wrapped around your wrists like a vice has you screaming in pain, kicking against the ground as you cry out. “It hurts! It hurts! Get off!” You screech, tears cloud your vision as you look up at him, your back aches, feeling the stones piercing through the ground and digging into your back enough to leave a print on your otherwise intact skin.

It's all too much, you kick and scream but to no avail, not with this ogre of a man’s weight atop you. And then you see it, you see him. Kirishima stands off to the side, his breath is labored, arms reaching over but are yet too far away.

Nothing could be more undignified, the way you call for him. So desperate for someone to help you, a damsel in distress, just like you always have been. As the pain swallows you whole, you let out one final cry before Eijirou drags Katsuki away from you.

The sight of the sky above you blurs and focuses again, comes and goes with the tears collecting in your eyes, dripping down your temples as you feel your lips tremble in fear. The birds sing as they soar above you. Some of the songs are fast-paced and high-pitched, mocking your state, while others are quiet and melancholy, mourning your pain as your wounded whimpers echo in the otherwise very quiet land.

These birds flap their wings as you stare up into the sky, ridiculing your inability to follow suit. There are a few of them. Their singing is audible, and it sounds terribly sad and lonely before flying past you. From red to blue, you see a spectrum of colors.

You hear the two yell at each other, of course you wouldn’t know what they’re arguing about. But you catch Katsuki’s voice getting louder, loud enough to have Eijirou whimpering away from him. It takes you a minute to sit up with a wince, you clumsily wipe at your tears, catching sight of Katsuki draping his cloak on the instrument with some loud grunts before wrapping the fabric around it. Almost as if trying his best to avoid touching it.

Kirishima approaches you in careful steps, like you’re a cowering deer waiting to meet its end. You want to move, but you can’t. Sat there frozen as you watch the splotchy bubbling skin around your wrist. It burns when you rotate it, a hiss slipping past your lips when you try to blow air on it to try and cool yourself down.

At your failed attempts to aid yourself, Eijirou offers you a herb with a simple hum. A gentle smile tugs at his lips as he whispers your name, a reassurance that he won't injure you.

Lies.

You let the negative emotions swallow you and pour acid into your soul. You fought for the good memories– despite how little there are, the reasons to be kind to him. You fought to keep yourself empathetic even as every terrible thing you had predicted came true.

You smack his hand away in fear, sneering at the look of hurt flashing in his eyes while the herbs fly away from his hand, catching the gust of wind to flee away from the two of you. With a choked sob, you try and scramble away from them, cradling your trembling hands to your chest in pain.

“Why couldn’t you just stop him? Why would you think fixing something broken is better than avoiding burning it up in the first place!?” As your pathetic words left your mouth, a daunting realization smacks you still. Why would he? They both probably think you’re just some burden that they’re lugging around, bound to drop you one day or the other. You just figured– hoped, it’d take them more time to do so, maybe it’ll give you enough time to know how to carry your own weight.

When Eijirou kneels closer to you again, you don't shuffle away. And when he grinds the spare herbs he pulls from his pouch between the palms of his hands to rub on your scalding wrists, you don't flinch– no matter how much it burns.

You look up at Katsuki when the redhead tears his scarf to wrap your injuries, never able to clear your sight with those embarrassing tears. He's quiet– for once, he’s not facing you anymore, lighting up a few logs to warm up for the night, maybe to cook some of their catch? You don't know, all you know is that whatever this is, this false hope of a new adventure, a new life, is nothing but a bold faced lie.

And when the sun rises the next day, Eijirou wakes Katsuki up in a haste, frantically calling your name in fear of what he already expected.

You were gone.

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