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motthe · 1 year ago

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hihi!!! i heard you’re taking mer guys requests??? could you do mer!bakugou x reader???

a/n: thx for the request!! hope you enjoy it ❤️

Countless trips to the kid psychiatrist, two years of therapy and everything had pointed to the same thing.

“It’s quite common for kids to have imaginary friends. This is just an extreme case brought on from the traumatic response due to losing the grandmother.”

Your parents had been tiptoeing around you ever since that last summer with Granny. She’d been your everything, a massive chunk of your childhood spent with her.

Every year you’d go to live with her when school ended, enjoying the coastal life and getting peace and quiet away from the city. Summers were the busiest time for your parents and your granny was more than happy to spend any moment with you. She made that private beach a home to you, practically raising you on the ocean. You became a great swimmer at a young age and went into the swimming team in middle school because of her.

That last summer had been rough. Her health had taken a dip, your mother coming to help take care of her while your father worked. You remember being so lonely because you’re imaginary friend wasn’t around anymore. He’d just vanished and then so did Granny.

“Sometimes, our brains are really good at making things seem real,” one doctor had explained to you, shuffling through all the art you’d drawn of your imaginary friend. “You have such an active imagination. That’s not a bad thing. We just have to make sure you know the difference.”

Every single picture had stared back at you, that red, scaly tail burnt into your eyelids.

“You know mermaids don’t exist, right? That they’re just fairytales?”

So much time—it had taken so much time to get you to see the truth. Healing from the trauma of losing Granny and getting your head on straight, it put a dent in your social life. The swim team hadn’t treated you all that well when the rumors continued to spread about your so-called imaginary friend. That’s what you got for trusting kids with secrets.

Luckily, college was going well. You settled in a small local school on the coast where Granny had lived. You were excelling at classes and winning your swim competitions. There was a real future in the works. Three more years and you’d graduate.

After freshman year, moving out of the dorms had you finally facing Granny’s house. Your parents had been meaning to clean it up and sell it, but you’d pitched a fit. She’d left it to you in the will. It was your choice, and you’d chosen to keep it, eventually move in.

It was your first summer back in ages and just pulling into the driveway had been a punch to the gut. There had been so much to get done, but it distracted you from the resurfacing grief.

Three weeks passed before you conjured up enough strength to visit the beach. The wooden stairs descending to the sand was in need of repairs, though it was sturdy enough to get you where you needed to be. The small pier was the same, aging but made to last.

It was high tide now, the waves just barely hitting your calves as they rolled in. You sat at the end of the pier, sunbathing and reminiscing. There had been a time you’d swim under these wooden planks and pretend to be hiding from pirates or searching for sunken treasure. Your imaginary friend had always helped you find the prettiest shells, even a clam on occasion, though you never found a pearl. He’d also had a bad habit of scaring the shit out if you and pulling you off the edge when you’d wait for him.

“Overactive imagination,” you huffed, another wave lapping over your feet. Maybe if you’d dreamt up a talking pink dolphin or some shit, you’d have gotten through that dark period a bit quicker.

Sighing, you laid back on the pier, closing your eyes against the sun and listening to the waves. Maybe you’d finally get to relax now after facing everything again.

A splash. It sounded way too big and way too close.

Immediately, you’re yanking your feet up onto the walkway and scrambling back, searching the water for any shark fins. The golden hour was at its peak now, reflecting off the ocean and hiding anything you’d normally spot in the waves.

You waited but there wasn’t another splash. No signs of anything.

Sighing, you rubbed at your chest from where your heart had sprung loose and got to your feet.

“Thought that was you.”

You squealed, almost face planting into the ocean. Your hands stabilized you against the deck as you stared out just a few feet away from the pier. There was a man swimming, thick blonde hair plastered to his head and bright eyes staring up at you.

“What the fuck?” you said, heat working up into your face. “Hey, this is a private beach—”

“No shit,” he snorted, moving closer.

While this was a terrifying scene—some stranger on your Granny’s beach and you, alone—you were quick to realize he was quite possibly the most drop dead gorgeous man to ever speak to you.

He just stared as he floated closer. You were too shocked to say anything. Most of your brain power was being used to remember if you had any bars down here to call the police. Did you even have your phone?

“You not recognize me?”

“Huh?” you mumbled.

“It’s a clear fuckin’ question,” he scoffed.

“Okay, first off, no need to be so fucking rude,” you snapped, crossing your arms. “Second, why the hell would I…I…”

Your words trailed when you noticed movement behind him, red gleaming in the water. For a moment you’re scared it’s blood or some animal about to attack the man, but then it breaches water again.

A tail. A scaly, red tail.

No. Fuck this. You couldn’t lose your mind when you promised your parents you were over the imaginary friend thing and you’d be totally mentally prepared to clean up Granny’s house and live by yourself.

Over a decade and you spend a couple weeks here and you’re back to being a nutcase.

“You remember me now?” he asked, way too nonchalant as he grabbed the edge of the pier and began hoisting himself up. It’s no problem for him, he’s sitting right in front of you now, all rippling pectorals and gleaming mermaid tail. “Pretty insulting if you didn’t.”

You exploded. “You’re an imaginary friend! No, this is not happening. Nope!”

You went to turn, start pacing up and down the pier or maybe you were going to run, it didn’t matter. All thought left you as his hand grabbed your ankle. Warm and wet and real.

“Fuckin’ hell. Take a breath, yeah?”

“Are you real?” you gasped and he just scowled as you slowly lowered yourself to touch his shoulder. “Am I dying and this is some weird way of me trying to pass on?”

“What the fuck are you even saying?”

“What’s your name?” you asked, poking his shoulder. He growled, snatching your hand into his.

“Did you just go and forget everything?”

“Mermaids don’t exist,” you whispered. “You don’t exist. You’re just something I made up as I was grieving Granny.”

“Would you please shut up and breathe? You’re gonna blackout at this rate,” he said, tugging on your hand to get to sit. “Take some deep breaths and I'll remind you what my fucking name is.”

“I remember!” you hissed. “I'm just trying to get my facts straight here.”

And the world was spinning. He was quick to grab your shoulders, anchoring you as you sucked in a few lungfuls of air. With each one, things got a bit clearer and the pressure and warmth of his hands didn’t change. You waited for him to disappear, for something to show he was just a figment of your imagination, but there was nothing.

“Y-you’re real?” you said, calmer. “I didn't make you up?”

“I told you not to tell people about me. Figures they went and brainwashed you,” he grumbled, looking off towards the ocean. “Guess I should’ve expected it. We were just kids.”

“It’s Katsuki, right?” you asked and those eyes were cutting through you. Red, just like his tail.

“Good job, you fuckin’ remembered,” he murmured, but there was something hiding there. Relief, maybe.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, body heavy. “I thought I was going insane.”

“Yeah, yeah, crisis averted. What’re you even doing back here? Thought you’d left for good.”

“Well, where the hell were you?” you snapped back. “Do you know how long I waited for you the last time I was here?”

Your parents had dragged you away from this beach screaming. They’d been searching everywhere after Granny had been taken away, only to find you out here. All summer you’d been there, waiting, and he hadn’t shown up once.

“Our migration ended up offtracking because of some stupid divers and a pack of orcas. It was a rough season,” he said. “By the time we got back to this coast, you were gone. It’s been years, so I thought you moved or something’.”

“My granny died,” you cleared your throat, “and, uh, I dunno. We just ended up avoiding this place. My parents were trying to get me help.”

“Thought you went crazy, huh?”

“We’ll you’re not exactly supposed to exist,” you huffed.

He rolled his eyes, tail fin flicking up from where they hung off the pier. “Well, I fuckin’ do. Get used to it.”

You’d have to. You were going to be living here for the rest of your college career, if that.

“You still cool?”

You blinked at him. “What?”

“Do I need to worry about you running off and telling people about me again? Or worse?” he reiterated.

“If I mention you ever again they’ll send me away for good,” you huffed.

“How long you staying this time? Just the summer again?”

“Longer. Until I finish school,” you said, marveling at the sunset reflecting off his scales. “When do you guys migrate?”

He shook his head, ocean drops breaking free. “Only kids migrate with their families. Mine settled down a while back.”

“And you?”

He scoffed at you, raising an eyebrow. “I'm here, aren’t I?”

There’s silence for a while. You could feel his gaze on you, but you’re still staring at his tail. It would take some time to accept the truth you’d been beating out of yourself all these years.

“It’s good to see you.”

You smiled, meeting his eyes, suddenly remembering why it’d been so hard to accept he wasn’t real. You’d harbored the fattest crush on him as a kid, now he’d grown into a young man.

“Missed you, too, Katsuki,” you murmured.

You were so fucking screwed.

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sugarlywhispers · 9 months ago

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viking!b.katsuki x fem!reader

a.n; i wanted to give viking!bakugou a try, and honestly, this is all @imaginationmess fault for feeding me fanarts of bakugou and his dragon🙃 luv you tho🤍

Viking Bakugou Katsuki who rides the biggest and most terrifying dragon that has ever existed.

A legend said that his dragon in particular had been going on for generations in his family, no one willing to risk their life to tame it. Until Katsuki’s uncle, Bakugou Kudo, did it. He had been the first in generations to ride this dragon. Yet he understood that the bond between dragon and riders was not consolidated between them.

When Katsuki was eight, the little shit escaped the hut and went towards where the nests were. Kudo almost had a heart attack when he saw the brat far off and almost there. He sprinted as fast as he could, a tragedy already displaying in his head –the kid being incinerated, turned to ashes, and his sister cutting his dick off for being a sorry ass uncle. Fuck, and he would had deserved it. Because even though he had tamed the beast, it was still very unstable to let anyone close to it; one of his own men had suffered the consequences of trying to get close, more than half his body had been burned. He was no longer part of their battles.

However, Kudo saw in first person how a dragon’s bond was created. Between his terrifying dragon and his little nephew.

It hadn’t looked much from his perspective, yet he felt the magical aura surrounding them. Katsuki laughed as he touched the dragon’s snot like it was a mer pup, happy and excited while climbing its leg with such ease until he was up on its back, right behind the head. The dragon himself helped the kid to reach the place. Kudo noticed then the beast’s eyes shining a very resplendent gold. Yep, that was definitely a bond.The kid was anything but scared, as he caressed the dragon's head, hugging it even.

Kudo smiled, shaking his head, hands over his hips as he took a deep breath, relaxing. The dragon was only letting him ride it because it knew that Katsuki was his bonded rider and Kudo was related by blood to the kid.

As years went by, the bond only became stronger and deeper. Kudo would ride it in battles, but once at home, the brat and the beast were like one. When Katsuki turned eighteen, Kudo retired from battles and settled down with a wife and kids at the village located next to that of where their family originally came from. From that day on, the brat became the dragon’s one and only owner.

Katsuki was the only human being able to control, care for and command this massive dragon, also becoming the nightmare of most villages in the world. Both, dragon and rider were vicious, deadly and feared.

You still remember the day Bakugou Katsuki landed on your lands. The bright blue sky suddenly turned dark, the huge dragon he rode clouding the sun above. Everyone knew what it meant. Destruction and chaos, the end of their peaceful lives.

The Leader of the village, your dad, didn’t waste time in trying to negotiate a truce between them.

And that truce is you.

You are forced to marry him, to leave your family, friends and life there and go with this barbaric man. You are a bit afraid he is some sort of savage. Rumors told how violent he was, how scary he looked with his scars and aggressive attitude towards everyone. Now that you have said man in front of you, you agreed with all of them.

You were expecting him to manhandle you, to treat you like another woman he picked to use for his own pleasure. Yet all you received since you stepped foot in his village, in his home, had been nothing but coldness and distance. He has kept to himself, doing his stuff and trying not to get in your way. Least to say, it has been completely awkward since the ceremony.

When you are getting ready for it, his mom enters his-your hut. She smiles, a sincere feeling in her eyes, “Being the daughter of a Leader sucks, ain’t it?”

You look down, a slight smile on your face that agrees with her but eyes filled with tears you’re holding back. “It does.”

You feel her hand on your shoulder, and the little squish she gives it in reassurance makes the knot in your throat tighter.

“My son is not a charming prince; however, I know the kind of man I raised him to be. You’re gonna be okay.”

You don’t say anything in response. You don’t even look back at her, but you think she didn’t expect it either as she walks out, leaving you alone. As you walk towards the entrance, fully knowing that once you cross it, your soon to be husband will be waiting at the end of the aisle, all you can wish is that Ms. Bakugou is right.

When the ceremony reaches its end, the old lady of his village drawing the symbols of union, love and family in your foreheads, Bakugou extends his hands for you to lay yours over his. You still haven’t looked him in the eyes, but you do what's expected for the ceremony. When your hands touch the skin of his, you can't avoid thinking how warm they feel. Big calloused, rough and strong hands surround yours, and you don't hate the feeling. On the contrary, it’s quite comforting. The old lady ties a beautifully white and gold silk ribbon around your hands, symbolizing the union of the souls.

While everyone cheers, you finally decide to raise your eyes towards him. Deep red eyes collide with yours, making a shudder run your body at their intensity. Surprisingly, it isn’t a bad feeling, but it is something you have never felt before.

A tingly feeling swirls in your stomach as you realize Bakugou Katsuki's face is getting closer and closer to yours, his intent clear. He is going to kiss you. Your first kiss. You close your eyes instinctively and his lips touch yours in a quick and short peck. Yet it feels like all the tingles in your stomach exploded, sending warmth throughout your whole body.

That has been the only close and physical interaction you have had until today.

Bakugou Katsuki decides to give you space to accommodate and get to know his village and people around.

It doesn't mean he doesn't want you. However, he never makes any sort of move towards you.

Until one day…

Bakugou got back that morning to the village after being away for almost four days with the victory of conquering another village, so you decide to bring him some of the sweet bread you have cooked as a welcome back. You have to admit, this time with him since the marriage ceremony hasn’t been bad. Civil, even. Despite his distance and cold attitude, he has never disrespected or forced you to nothing. Not even that first night as husband and wife. He didn’t even try, he simply picked one of the pillows and clothes to make a bed on the floor, closer to the entrance door, and slept there. You have been very confused. Your mum had previously told you everything of what was expected from a woman on the night of the ceremony. You expected even a fight between you two, because of course you didn’t want that to happen with a complete stranger like he was still to you.

Nevertheless, he never hovers over you. But you do feel his eyes on you whenever he’s around. He always makes some sort of sound for you to acknowledge that his presence is close. Katsuki is attentive to your reactions whenever you are both alone and doesn't even raise his voice at you. Ever.

Then again, he is his ruthless self with everyone else.

You tried looking for him around the village, but couldn't find Bakugou anywhere. So you walk towards the woods where you know the dragon's nests are, where they rest. Even though Bakugou has explicitly forbidden you to go near there, due to the danger their dragons were most of the time, even for the riders.

You are confident Katsuki will be there, so probably he will see you from a distance and you wont need to get that close. But when you arrive, you come face to face with the massive beast: Bakugou's dragon, Cweorth.

You have seen it at a distance, but having the beast up close is a completely different experience. Its whole body is red, with golden piercing eyes that feel very much like Bakugou’s itself. Its wings are huge as they spread in a stretching movement up high, almost taller than the big trees that surround the woods. You can even see some flare of gold in its scale that actually looks mesmerizing. Majestic.

Your basket falls to the floor in shock when the beast finally looks down at your small, minuscule being. It watches you intently, with a scowl on its face –like beast, like owner. But far away from feeling scared by it, you feel intrigued. You feel enamored even as you stand there, looking at such majestic creature.

Bakugou is actually several meters away, taking a bath in the lake close to the nests, cleaning all the blood and dirt off his body before going to the hut he shares with you. He has some scratches and cuts from the fights, but nothing deep or worrisome. He is very proud in saying he is the fucking best out there.

When he's walking through the woods back to the nests of their dragons, he sees it.

His whole body freezes. You are standing there, your arm and hand stretched upwards. His own dragon, the one who eats men like candy at Katsuki's own command, the one who has burned villages in seconds with his strong fire, the one who hates anyone’s touch or closeness that isn't Bakugou himself... His dragon has his snot close to you, letting you pet him with its eyes closed, enjoying your affection like a small puppy dog.

And he can not fucking believe what his eyes are seeing.

Of all the women he has had before you, none were brave enough to even look at the beast. They had all been afraid to death.

And there you stand, looking even fascinated by it. Eyes shining and smiling as you feel for the first time what its skin is like under your touch. You look… beautiful. Gorgeous. Heavenly sent. Fuck. You have him in your hands already.

Bakugou Katsuki then decides:

He will fucking kiss the ground you walk. He will give you everything you ask of him.

You want certain clothes to wear? He will search for them for you. You want certain foods? He will fly his dragon to wherever they are made or grown on. You want a land? He will fucking burn every single thing or life it takes to give it to you.

You want him? He will gladly give himself completely to you.

Well, he already is.

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