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[kat-katsuki]

Sunflower and White Rose | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader Part 4

Fantasy AU

Warning: Swearing (cuz Bakugou)

Masterlist

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"Let's go get our fucking blessings."

He picked two white roses from the sea of roses, and handed one to you. "For the future queen."

Time was running out, for the fire dance was about to begin. "But I don't have a fire dress." Your eyes sadden at the white rose in your hand.

Bakugou's eyes widened at you. He knew about your parents, how they got into an accident while hunting, fell out of the sky, and passed away. Traditional fire dresses are always made by the mother for their daughters. The idea was that the mother would pass down her wisdom, luck, and prosperity through the dress as a form of blessing, in hopes that the daughter would be able to find someone who will bond souls with her for eternity. "I have a solution. Come with me. We gotta hurry or we won't make it for the dance."

Oh no. Not again. Earlier you had to run with the best female hunter, but this was the best warrior. No way are you able to keep up.

Bakugou chuckled when he saw the horrified expression on your face. He picked you up in his arms, one hand supporting the center of your back and the other behind your knees. "Hang on to my neck," he whispered. Your face flushed with extreme heat as you shyly placed your arms around his neck as he instructed. Your fingers brushed against the beads of victory. Just what did you do to deserve this man? Perhaps you saved the world in your past life?

The dragon prince sprinted through the sea of roses. White petals flew into the air as he passed by. You carefully protected the two roses he picked, not wanting them to get destroyed by his superhuman speed.

He was faster than Ashido. Much faster, even with you in his arms. A cloud of dust trailed behind him as he dashed through the village, causing all the people he passed by to cough violently. "What was that?" someone asked as the dust cloud dissipated.

Midoriya was standing near the bon fire with Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Ashido, waiting for the fire dance to begin. His friends told him about Bakugou, and their secret plan with you. "I see... That's great! (Y/N)-chan really likes Kacchan! I'm so happy for them!" Midoriya smiled. "I'm really, really glad."

"Are you not mad? Didn't you want her to be your partner?" Kirishima asked.

"Well, it's true that I like her, and that's all the more reason why I want her to be with the one she truly loves!" Midoriya said. "Plus, I'm going to be leaving soon to start my training as a knight. After I'm gone, she won't have any other friends in this village. That's why at the very least, I wanted her to find a partner that would treasure her for who she is. I'm so glad that person is Kacchan! I know he'll be great to her!"

"Izuku...." Ashido muttered, feeling emotional over the things he said. "Are you really leaving?" The green haired boy nodded.

"Dragon riders of the north, Holy Knights of the south. Although I've lived here most of my life, it's always been my dream to become one of the Holy Knights who serve the royal palace of the Musutafu Kingdom of the south."

"Right, Musutafu, that's where you're from, right?" Sero recalled. "Man now I kinda wanna go there just to see what it's like."

"We should totally go! After the festival is over, let's all go to Musutafu on an adventure!" Ashido exclaimed.

Suddenly, the bon fire shot up into the sky, and the sound of drums interrupted the conversation between the new adults. This was signal that the fire dance was about to begin.

"It's starting! Come on guys! Let's go!" Kaminari exclaimed as he started to drag his friends towards the bon fire, where all the young and new adults were gathering for the dance.

"Gosh, where is Katsuki and (Y/N)?! It's almost starting!" Kirishima tapped his feet worriedly.

The drum beats started getting faster. The elders walked over with bowls of face paint in their hands. Kirishima and Ashido stood still as one of the elders came up to them. She dipped her thumb in the white paint and glided her finger across their faces. Face paint is a symbol of adulthood. Before the fire dance, elders will paint the youngsters' faces as a coming of age ceremony. Once the face paint was done, they are officially independent members of society.

"You think they can make it?" Ashido asked Kirishima with her brows furrowed. She interlocked fingers with the red dragon, squeezing her lover's hand as they scanned the area.

"They'll make it." Kirishima squeezed back. It's their perfect prince they were talking about. There should be no reason for him to worry.

As the drums got louder and louder, faster and faster, the young ones all knelt around the bon fire as it rose higher and higher, as if reaching for the heavens. The shaman chanted in their old tongue, praying to the fire god to bless the young warriors of the tribe. Sweat dripped down the foreheads of the young dragons as they basked in the heat of the flames.

Sounds of beads clinking against each other echoed in the opening as the shaman waved his staff in the air.

Kirishima looked up when he heard sudden outbursts of gasps coming from all around them. The loud gasps interrupted the shaman's chants, and everyone lifted their heads to see what was going on.

Ashido's jaws dropped when she saw you. But that's-

"Is that-" Some girls in the tribe pointed at you in disbelief. "Why is she with-"

"Why is that failure walking with Prince Katsuki?!"

"Somebody tell me this isn't true..."

The older women clasped their hands to their mouths in disbelief when they saw the dress you were wearing.

You and Bakugou walked hand in hand, the bells on your golden ankle cuffs jingling every time you took a step. Bakugou couldn't take his eyes off of you as he led you towards the bon fire. A beautiful golden choker wrapped itself perfectly around your neck. The cloth piece on your breasts were in a sunflower pattern, and a thin golden cloth attached below it hugged your torso perfectly, accentuating your curves. The bottom of the golden cloth attached to another piece of the same sunflower patterned belt around your hips. Under the belt were long thin sashes that started out gold but slowly mix into red at the very end. You wore golden cuffs around your wrists, arms, thighs, and ankles, each with beads and bells dangling on them.

That dress...was the queen's gown.

Everyone in the village recognized that dress. It wasn't a traditional fire dress, but the gown passed down for generations, only worn by the queen on her wedding day.

When Bakugou brought you into his parents' yurt, Mitsuki and Masaru were shocked. "Old Hag, the golden gown!" Bakugou ordered.

"But I thought (Y/N)-chan and Izuku were..." Masaru pointed at you confusedly and then darted his finger outside the yurt.

"The gown! Now!" Bakugou shouted.

Mitsuki immediately understood his son's intentions. She grabbed the wooden case lying at the corner of the yurt and quickly opened it, revealing the beautiful treasure of the tribe. Before you could as anyone what was going on, Mitsuki shoved Masaru and Bakugou out of the yurt and stripped you down of your grey dress and helped you put on the golden gown only worn by queens.

"You are beautiful my dear," Mitsuki said to you once you were finished changing.

"Is it really okay for me to wear this?" you asked your queen.

"Katsuki has chosen you, so this dress will be yours eventually anyways. What difference does it make to wear it now?" Mitsuki smiled at you. She called her son and husband back. When Bakugou lifted the front curtain, he froze. Was that (Y/N)?! He didn't think it was possible for you to get any prettier than you already are, but there you were! Standing right before him, in that beautiful golden dress. His face instantly turned fifty shades of red as he tried to find the right words to utter. "Don't just stand there Katsuki. Tell her how stunning she looks!" Mitsuki rolled her eyes at her son.

"Uh- I- You-... Wow...." Bakugou tripped over his words. Seeing him all flustered made your face burn as well. Your ears felt so hot it was as if they were melting.

"Wow indeed. Now let me get the face paint," Mitsuki went outside the yurt. Masaru patted his son on the back, giving him a light push towards you. Bakugou stumbled right in front of you. His eyes traveled up and down your figure, taking in every detail and every curve. God you were sexy.

"C-Can we get married right now?" he asked.

"Eh?!" You exclaimed.

"I got the face paint!" Mitsuki said as she came back to the yurt. "Now kneel down you two." She mixed the paint with a stick as she and Masaru stood in front of you and Bakugou.

You fell to your knees obediently before your king and queen. Bakugou, on the other hand, crossed his arms rebelliously. "I'm not kneeling."

"Kneel the fuck down and receive your blessings!" Mitsuki growled as she kicked him behind the knees, knocking him down. Your eyes widened in shock as your prince fell down next to you.

Masaru and Mitsuki exchanged glances, grins spreading on both their faces as they dipped their thumbs into the paint. Masaru held Bakugou's chin up, and drew the first line down his chin. "The first line represents bravery. May you stand tall and fierce even against the most dangerous beasts," Masaru said.

"The second line represents freedom. May nothing stand in your way, nothing bind you down," Mitsuki said as she drew the second line on your face.

"The third line represents strength. May your powers bring you nothing but victory home, bringing honor to you and your loved ones."

You looked down. The paint felt extremely heavy on your face. You didn't know if you were worthy of such blessings. Noticing the look in your eyes, Bakugou took your hand in his. You glanced at him as he smiled back. His eyes told you to keep listening.

"The fourth line represents kindness. May your heart be pure, and your words be gentle." What? Your eyes widened as you looked up at Mitsuki, who smiled down at you while drawing the line on the right side of your cheek. Was kindness always a virtue of your people?

"The fifth line represents empathy. May you open your eyes to the suffering of others. Rule over them through understanding, not through fear."

These weren't virtues of dragons, but the virtues of kings and queens.

"The sixth line represents mercy. May evil, hate, and vengeance never find its way into your heart."

Your eyes began to water again, and Bakugou's grip on your hand tightened. These weren't just blessings of adulthood...

"The seventh line," Masaru began as he placed his thumb into the paint, then pressed it against the side of Bakugou's face, next to his ear. He then glided the finger across, over his nose bridge, all the way to the other side of his face. "Represents eternity. May your love last for all your lifetimes to come."

These were marriage blessings given only to the kings and queens from the previous kings and queens.

"Now go, the fire dance is about to start."

Here you stood, next to Bakugou, with your face painted. The six vertical lines represent virtues of the rulers. The horizontal line represents love and eternity. The shaman went back to finishing his chant as you and Bakugou knelt down by the fire beside Kirishima and Ashido. Kirishima smiled at Bakugou. You made it! His eyes seem to convey.

Fuck yeah, of course I'd make it, Bakugou smirked at his best friend.

Exclamations of disbelief wouldn't settle down, but that didn't stop the music from playing. All the couples took out the flowers they had exchanged the day before, and tossed them into the fire as offering to Hino and proof of their love. You and Bakugou kissed your roses, and gently tossed them into the fire. At that moment the fire burst into the air, and everyone gasped. Bakugou pulled you back so you wouldn't get scorched by the sudden eruption of flames.

"Everybody calm down! This is a sign that Hino has received your offerings!" The shaman shouted. He then looked towards Bakugou and you. "And he has given his blessings."

You and Bakugou smiled at each other. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss, and the two of you joined in on the fire dance.

Everyone knew the fire dance. It was the most sacred ritual of your culture. You and Bakugou tapped your feet as he held one hand around your waist. The new adults circled around the bon fire, dancing to the beats of the drums, following the rhythm of the music. Bakugou held his right hand up, and you pressed your right palm to his. The two of you circled around with your hands intertwined, then he pulled you back into his arms.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too Katsuki."

The dance ended with all the couples sharing a passionate kiss. Bakugou cupped your cheeks with both hands and pressed his lips against yours. You gently placed your arms around his bare torso, scooting your bodies closer until his stomach pressed yours.

His tongue gentle laced with yours, a fiery and tingly feeling traveling from the tip of your tongue all the way to the tips of your toes.

You could hear the horrified screams echoing throughout the village, but none of that mattered anymore.

As crazy as it is, the dragon prince has chosen the failure.

Legend says that when Hino fell in love with the mortal Nue, he broke the heart of countless beautiful goddesses in heaven. They could not believe Hino would choose a plain mortal like her, who'd eventually grow old and wrinkly, over eternal beauties like them.

It was said that the goddesses got so jealous of Nue that they each placed a curse on her. One goddess cursed Nue to be a coward. One goddess cursed Nue to be weak. One goddess cursed Nue to be forever alone, an outcast that will never fit in. Once the curses were placed, Nue was so sad that she turned very ill. Hino was so angered by the goddesses that he burned down all of their temples. He told Nue not to fear the curse, because he will be with her. No matter when, no matter where, he will find her in every lifetime, and he will love her, protect her, and keep her company so she will never be alone.

Fin~

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A/N: The pictures are all not mine! Credits to their original owners. I really liked that design as a tribal gown! I found it on google images! Finally done with this story! Phew! Literally ignored all homework to finish this... Please lemme know if you liked it! Thank you so much to those who replied and asked me to tag! Thank you to those who reblogged! Thank you to those who followed me! Thank you Thank you! I will be making another post here on tumblr only about how I got the inspiration for this story, so lemme know if you wanna be tagged for that post as well!

[katsukikitten]

Princess 11

A/N it's short but hey shit I'm finally adding to my bigger series pieces. Enjoy and @ha-tep I know you're glad to see me working on this again after sixty years 😂

You breathe out slowly, willing the storm to slow to a mist as you wait impatiently for Bakugo to dress. Taking his time as you felt he did when he redressed your wound.

Stringing curses of how you should have healed your side instead of your calf. 

"We ride Ryu above the clouds, pass over the kingdom and land in a cliff's cave that leads to old tunnels." You state your plan headed to the front of the yurt as you can no longer stand the wait. 

Flinging back the canvas to be taken back by the sight before you.  

You had heard Ryu land just outside but to see the amount of people gathered in front of the King's yurt caused your heart to sink. 

All of them dressed and armed to the teeth, fist curled over their hearts. Kirishima stands off to the side with his own men, mirroring the hand gesture as Reo stands in the center. 

Holding fresh clothes while something else lies on top. 

"My Wrath." They all say in unison, dipping their heads a bit. You foolishly look over your shoulder and when you see that Bakugou has not yet stepped out your blood freezes. 

The Earth beneath your feet falls away as you bask in what feels like true and mutual respect. The children you had played with, their father's you ate with, their mother's you bought from all stood with bowed heads. Serious expressions as they waited for your word. 

The true ruler of this land steps out, letting out a tch before smirking. 

"My Fury." Another call in unison. He places a scarred hand to your lower back, lips ghosting your ear. 

"If it was not clear to you before let it be clear now, Mo Chuisle. They see you as their Queen despite my word." His voice is full of mischief and pride as he looks you over. He never understood why he jumped to protect you from your Father but if it meant leading back to this, to being able to summon his dragon, to stir the hearts of his people, to have his heart beating out of his chest with just a single glare. Then he'd jump and declare war in every other life time the two of you shared, even if meant just a fleeting moment with you. 

Tears prick your eyes, in your homeland you were valued at nothing more than a battering chip for a stable crown and now look how far you had come. Submerged in a culture you had little knowledge about, accepted by people who you had known for less than six months when your own Father barely saw you as a human. 

"Guide us, use us as you wish, My Wrath." They look to you as the speak and you look to Bakugou, who's wearing a devilish smirk. 

"They mean you Mo Chuisle. You summoned Ryu and he gave out a war call. Honor them with a task, my undying Fury." His presses his fingers further into your lower back, encouraging you to step forward. You look over the crowd again, taking in every bowed head, every fist lying over their heart. You meet a set of ruby eyes and a wide toothed grin. He nods, urging you to speak. 

So you do, using their native tongue as if it were your own.

"People of the Dragon. Too long has the High King abused his power. Expanding to countries that are independent, attempting to claim lands for the sake of 'betterment' and 'unity'. The High Kingdom was formed with the intentions to protect the weak and the sick centuries ago. With each passing generation the High King's heart has blackened. High King Toben has easily forgotten the oath he took at his coronation. He is meant to protect and to serve the lower kingdoms, not exploit them. No longer am I brainwashed and no longer will I aide him in his overzealous, malicious acts. If you will allow me, I will take the throne, I will become High Queen to restore the balance that was once lost. Tonight his Wrath and I will do what Dragons do best…" Your eyes follow over the crowd once more, the mist turning into a steady rain as lightning flashes behind you, "We will burn the palace to the ground." 

The crowd erupts in cheers while a rough hand pulls you close, lips pressed to your ear as scarlet eyes linger over your scar. 

"As you wish High Queen." 

The title sends a shiver down your spine before he slips something around your neck. A single black dragon's tooth and a black pearl that rests above it. 

"Your orders my Rage." Kirishima questions over the shouts, settling the crowd down.

"For now it will just be myself and his Wrath. General Eijirou I will need you to send a ship with a small number of troops in three days to the main land. I should have things resolved by then. But in case I don't I want Reo and your most trusted soldiers to escort our people somewhere safe. To whatever location Katsuki intended next." You look to your left and the blonde nods in agreement.  

"You heard your Queen. Pack and be ready for our next journey in the morrow. I will arrive when Toben lies cold." The crowd cheers as the dance into their little town. 

"I'll be back. I need to speak with Kirishima for a moment about the next location." Bakugou whispers pressing a kiss to your hairline before heading towards the King of the mountains. 

Now only Reo remains, eyes crinkled in a smile as he approaches. His old hands holding out a new black jumpsuit with the white fur along the collar. 

"My wife enchanted it with Strength, power, vitality, and fortune." 

"No fertility?" You ask with a tease, he chuckles shaking his head no. 

"I told her you weren't too fond of that one." His golden eyes linger on the woven string around your neck, "The young King was right. This engagement necklace suits you better." 

Your hand flies to your throat over the word engagement, Reo holds up a hand to stop you from speaking. 

"I know, I know. You are going to say you are no one's Queen. But after tonight I think you know that you are our Queen. Us Dragon folk cannot be so easily swayed and we bow our heads to few. It is unheard of for us to marry outside of the mountain or Badlands. And it is an honor to have you." 

He bows his head, fist over heart. The gesture floods your chest with a stinging mixture of excitement and worry, thinking back to your first day here. Reo was always kind and caring. Always willing to share with you wisdom and knowledge while everyone else bestowed glares upon you. Your body acts on it's own as you wrap your arms tightly around him. 

"No, it is my honor to serve you." A tear slips out, falling down your cheek. Your stomach twists as you squeeze him harder. For some reason you cannot help but feel that this may be the last time you see Reo ever again.

[yuri-on-ice-confessions]

I heard you wanted some tasty Go-Yurt submitted by @madamemooncat

[cutesuki--bakugou]

Thank you for the request, I hope you like it~

Bakugou hated shopping.

It didn’t matter what it was for or who he was with. He hated it. All the people, crowds, ridiculous noises, screaming children and bad customer service really got on his last nerve. So why was he here? Why was he in the middle of a no air conditioner, sandy, sticky shop filled with sunburned tourists? 

Because he was on vacation with the love of his life, who just happened to absolutely love shopping, especially here. It had been her turn to choose where they went, and a beautiful tropical location had been her choice. Sure, he had enjoyed everything so far, from soaking in the sun on their private beach to spending time lazing around in their yurt, which was extremely fancy for what was literally just a giant tent.

They had their own pool and incredibly fast food service, for being so remote, and Bakugou couldn’t deny that everything had been perfect. Until his lover somehow busted her original bikini, and was now on a mission to find a new one. Or two. Or five. Right now he was pretty sure he held an insane amount of clothing in the bags on his arms, though he had no right to complain. 

He had told her she could get whatever she wanted, and that was the first mistake. Now a good five hours into shopping, he almost wanted to just lay down and take a nap right there on the sandy bamboo flooring. But, he resisted, as his lover had promised him this was the last shop.

“Does it really take this long to put on a fucking bikini?” He growled at her, though he was on the other side of the door to her changing room. “Honestly, I’m fucking dying out here.”

“Hush! I’m trying on the one you picked right now, stop being such a cry baby. You agreed to come, you didn’t have to!”

“Like hell I’m going to let you go shopping alone, we don’t know anything about this place, you could get attacked or something.”

“You’re too paranoid, Katsuki. Being a Pro made you nervous, this place is full of tourists, it’s fine!”

Bakugou scoffed, watching her bright orange flip flops dance about from the gap under the door. “That is exactly why I wouldn’t let you go alone. You’re too air headed, you wouldn’t notice shit. You’ve already forgotten your purse in three stores.”

“Hush or I’m not even going to show you this one! You’ll regret not seeing it!”

With that, Bakugou bit his tongue, glaring at the wooden door that separated him from her. “Whatever…” After a few more moments, the door cracked open, his lover peering out at him with a bright red face. “I can’t believe you picked this one. It’s so skimpy!”

A smirk crossed Bakugou’s lips as he came closer to the door, knowing she wasn’t going to flash herself to the whole store. “I know, that’s why I picked it. You look good in everything, but something a little sexier for the pool is required.”

“Required my ass…” She glowered up at him, waiting until he was right by the door to open it a bit more. Placing his many bags down beside him, Bakugou held the door open just enough so he could see, leaning his body into the gap so she was still hidden from any other peeking eyes. Though the bikini was a simple color, solid black, the way it hugged her figure and the frilly mini skirt style bottom was truly flattering.

“I’m so embarrassed, it’s literally a thong.” She whispered just loud enough for him to hear, turning her body to look at her scantily clad backside in the mirror. “And this top is just a push-up bra with frills and lace. I could never wear this out in public.” 

Her cheeks only darkened at the satisfied smirk on Bakugou’s lips, adjusting some of the frills on the bottom. Bakugou took her hand, spinning her around a bit to look her over once more.

“Nah, it’s perfect for just us in the pool. I wouldn’t want you to wear this out in public, anyway. This much of your beautiful body is for my eyes only.”

“Oh stop it, you’re embarrassing me. Fine, I’ll get it. But only if you get that speedo I pointed out earlier.”

“... Fine.”

[bnha-danganronpa-rp]

JJ: ...

*Katsuki gently picks you up, and you hide your face within the crook of his neck, the weight of everything crashing down once more with the case finally closed. You don’t notice it but soon you find yourself, and the rest of the Bakusquad, within Katsuki’s yurt once more*

[actualyuuri]

Can i request a cute paramedic also named Yuuri Katsuki BECAUSE PIZZA BOY AU SLAYED ME

The ninth drink was Christophe’s idea.

(The first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth drink, of course, were Victor’s ideas. But that’s not the point.)

(And as for the loss of Victor’s clothes—he’s not sure whose idea that had been. But at the time, it had seemed like a good idea. Now, since he’s face-to-face with the most beautiful man he has ever seen, it… Well, it still seems like a good idea.)

“Am I dead?” Victor asks groggily, as he looks up into the stars. And by the stars, he means the paramedic’s eyes. The world spins. But that’s less of a romantic reaction to the man above him and more of a biological reaction to the alcohol.

“Um…” the paramedic starts, and his eyes are torn away from Victor’s as he starts to look over a clipboard. “No. You’re not.”

Victor giggles, reaches up towards him with a hand. “I think I am. Nobody can be so… Um… You’re so…” He can’t remember the word for the life of him. He wishes he could, but it’s floating on the tip of his tongue, just barely out of reach.

“So…?” the man answers casually, paying far more attention to his medical equipment than to Victor. Medical equipment. Medical equipment. For some reason he has medical equipment.

Odd.

There’s a voice coming from a nearby device. The paramedic speaks into it, talking far, far too fast for Victor’s hazy mind to keep up. “Are you talking to someone else?” Victor asks, blinking up at him. His eyelids are getting heavier. And heavier. And heavier. “Who is it?”

“Er… My coworker.”

“Coworker,” Victor mimics dreamily. “Are you dating them?”

They make eye contact again, and Victor can’t help but smile. “What? I’m not dating him.”

Victor can’t quite process the words. They’re flying at him too fast. Far, far too fast. He yawns—a loud, obnoxious thing, jaw stretched and his arms moving against something. He’s not sure what. Is this a bed? And why is he moving? “What’s his name?”

“My coworker’s name? It’s Chihoko.” The man shifts, and suddenly his full attention is on Victor. A miracle, Victor thinks. A lovely miracle. “Okay, I need to ask you a few questions. What’s your name?”

“What’s your name?” Victor questions without missing a beat.

He’s not sure if it’s his imagination, but the man blushes. “Yuuri. Now can you please tell me your name?”

“I think it’s Victor,” Victor says, and the more he thinks about it, the more correct it sounds. “Victor Nikiforov.”

“And your age?” the man—no, Yuuri—asks.

“Twenty… Twenty seven,” Victor decides.

Yuuri nods, writes something down. “Okay, well Victor, you’re lucky you didn’t drink any more. Your blood alcohol level is high, but you’ll be fine.”

Victor offers a sleepy smile. “Thanks for saving me.”

The paramedic blinks. “I didn’t exactly—”

He notices that Yuuri has a hair out of place. Where it should be tucked behind his ear, it’s falling in front of his eyes. The rest of his hair is slicked back. His outfit is blue, loose-fitting, and Victor scans him, trying to piece together his image. His dazed mind can barely handle looking at him.

“Your…” he starts, squinting at him. “Come here.”

Yuuri is still looking over his equipment, barely paying any attention to him. “Sorry, I have to follow standard procedure, so I’m making sure that—”

Victor reaches up a hand. “Come here,” he repeats.

Managing to snag his attention for a second, Victor smiles at him again. He brings his hand up to try and fix his hair, but his displacement is off.

And he may or may not slap him.

(Just a little.)

“Oh, sorry,” Victor says, slowly, when he realizes what he’d just done. He squirms on the bed. “I was trying to fix your hair.”

Yuuri just chuckles, as though that is the thousandth time that has happened to him. “Um… That’s okay.”

“I didn’t mean to slap you,” he adds, a bit quieter. “But your hair is still… It’s still…”

Yuuri looks at him again, and whatever he sees there makes his features soften. He touches Victor’s arm lightly. “Don’t exert yourself, alright? It’s best if you rest.”

“Okay.” Victor stretches his arms and keeps his gaze trained on Yuuri. Then, suddenly, he remembers the word he was looking for earlier. “Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?”

He laughs and shakes his head. His cheeks turn pinker, and this time Victor is certain he isn’t imagining it. “Like I said, you should rest.”

Victor sucks in a breath, watches the way Yuuri brushes his hair back. “Are we flying?”

He laughs again, and Victor thinks perhaps that it’s the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. “Um.. We’re in an ambulance, actually. Going to the hospital. Your friend is in another ambulance, but he’s in better shape than you.”

(Friend.)

(Friend, friend, friend, friend, friend.)

“Christophe?” Victor questions, squinting.

“Blond?” Yuuri prompts.

Victor groans, stomach twisting. “The top of his hair is blond, but the rest isn’t.”

Yuuri finally looks away from the screen in front of him and sits down beside the bed. Bed? Table? Bed. Bed, Victor decides. “Do you need anything? Water, or…?”

“What’s your last name?” Victor asks.

“Katsuki.”

“Kat-suke-ee,” Victor pronounces slowly. “I like it.”

He reaches for Yuuri again, but this time his hand lands on his knee. He’d been aiming for that stupid hair that is still out of place, but he’d missed by a longshot. Either way, he keeps his hand on his knee. “Thank you,” Yuuri says.

“For touching your leg?”

“No, for saying that—nevermind.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re beautiful?” Victor asks.

Yuuri blinks. “You… You already said that.”

Victor squints. “So you have been told that before.” He’s not sure why, but something akin to jealousy sparks in his mind.

“I… I doubt you’re going to remember any of this when you wake up.”

He licks his lips, squeezes Yuuri’s knee. “When I wake up? So I am dead?”

“You’re not—okay, really, you should sleep,” Yuuri insists, and covers Victor’s hand with his own. His fingers are warm and Victor giggles.

“Will you be there when I wake up?” he asks, quiet, trying to hold back another yawn.

Deciding to try again, Victor reaches up with his free hand and touches Yuuri’s hair, brushing it back out of his eyes. Yuuri watches him with surprise, and Victor’s arm falls back by his side. He closes his eyes, content. It takes Yuuri another second to reply. “If you’d like me to be, then sure.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Goodnight, Yurt.”

“It’s, um, it’s Yuuri, actually.”

“Youree,” Victor repeats, rolling onto his side as the ambulance drives over a bump. “Youree Katski. Pretty name.”

“It’s… Okay, goodnight.”

 ~

 Victor aches.

(Aches in places that he didn’t know could ache.)

(Aches mentally, aches physically, aches everywhere in every possible way.)

“Good morning, beautiful,” a voice says.

He blinks, glances around the room. His eyes land on Christophe, who reclines in an arm chair, grinning with an enthusiasm that definitely does not match Victor’s. “Where am I?”

“The hospital,” Christophe answers. “A cute paramedic brought you in, actually. He’s getting you water. His shift was over, and he wanted to stay.” Chris blinks. “For obvious reasons.”

“Obvious reasons?” Victor asks, confused.

He shrugs. “Well, I know firsthand how flirty you get when you’re drunk.”

Victor’s head pounds. He can’t remember what had happened for the life of him.

The door swings open, a man stands there.

A beautiful man.

He approaches the bed cautiously, hands Victor a glass of water, and his hair is black and his outfit is blue and Victor doesn’t remember, no, but he’s starting to—there are inklings. A hand, a voice…

“Um, hi,” he says, and rubs the back of his neck.

“You saved me,” Victor realizes, and accepts the water graciously, pressing the cool cup to his temple instead of drinking from it. “It… Started with a ‘Y’?”

“Yuuri,” Yuuri confirms, and his smile is brilliant, all teeth and pink cheeks and sparkling eyes and Victor thinks if he weren’t currently in a hospital bed, that smile would land him in one.

Victor sips from the water. “Victor.”

“I know,” Yuuri admits.

“Oh, right, you…” he trails off, distracted by those eyelashes, that same smile, but most importantly, that blush, the glasses, the—

Christophe clears his throat, jerks his head towards Victor. “He’s single, by the way.”

Yuuri blinks. “Oh. Um… That’s…”

“And I’m better sober,” Victor promises.

“That depends on how you define…” Christophe starts, but one look from Victor shuts him up.

He stretches his shoulders, tries to sit up, but it’s hard to look attractive when resting in a hospital bed after passing out drunk. He ruffles his hair with his left hand and attempts a winning smile. “Want to get a drink some time?”

Yuuri’s mouth opens, then closes. “A… A drink? Are you sure that’s the best—”

“Right,” Victor realizes, voice coming out squeakier than intended. “Right, I… A drink of tea. Or soda. Or something non-alcoholic.” He crosses his heart with his fingers. “Promise.”

Yuuri bites his lip, and just when Victor was starting to think it was impossible for him to get more attractive, he manages it. “How about food?”

Victor lets out a relieved breath. “Food.”

“Yeah?” Yuuri asks, a shy smile working its way onto his features.

“Yeah,” he confirms, shifting on the bed.

Christophe coughs.

They both turn and look at him. Yuuri flushes, running a hand through his hair nervously. “I’ll… I’ll call you?”

“Don’t you need my—”

“It was sort of written on the medical forms,” Yuuri explains.

Victor swallows. “Right.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Yuuri jerks his thumb towards the door. “I have to get going, but… I’ll call you?”

Victor smiles. “You already said that.”

“I already…” For whatever reason, Yuuri laughs. “Yeah, okay. See you.”

“See you.”

And then he’s out the door.

Victor turns to Chris.

“Am I dead?”

[mitsunari]

this time it’s otabek exposition. just kinda figuring his character out for part 2 of this. originally i had him go in the morning on horseback cause he’d never ride in the dark, but i had yuuri request to see otabek that night so i cut the morning scene. didn’t have otabek reunite with yuuri just yet. the morning scene will have phichit! :D but otabek can’t be away from his house for longer than a day because of his animals. lonely bachelor otabek.... he needs a familiar or the kazakh equivalent of a brownie

still rated G!

if you have questions about the Kazakh places, let me know! be very impressed by Otabek’s homeland LOL

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In his motherland, the sun lingered behind her mountains longest at dawn. Otabek Altin rose early every morning to lips of sunlight waiting to kiss the peaks. If he was able, he’d watch, but the Kazakh had his routines to see to first, much as it is the sun’s duty to warm the earth.

He recited his prayers. He saw to his animals’ feed and watering. The goat was milked, then he hacked out his mare in the surrounding Kazakh wilderness. He no longer lived in the southern “capital”, his hometown of Almaty, but rather the mountains to the south, their sprawling alpine pastures woven on steppes and spruces. The heart of Kazakhstan’s hero laid in these peaks of Ile Alatauy. Here, Otabek was surrounded by their silence, their wisdom, and their snowfall.

Morning rides with his black mare Karazhal involved thoroughly patrolling their living space. Otabek made sure fences were secure and his private drive down the mountain was clear. If there were tracks, droppings, or animal sightings, he’d remember it for later. By profession, the man was not a park ranger. His life and duty belonged to the land. Otabek took nature’s well-being quite seriously, but the most important duty also lay with Karazhal. He was responsible for her, though she’d been trained by somebody before Otabek got her. Her legs knew the earth as well as he. Plus she rarely fought the saddle. After returning home to the little stable, he’d rub her sweat away with a towel before putting her to pasture.

After that, he bathed and shaved, then made breakfast. Otabek led a simple life. Simple, rural, but by no means easy. Between driving around and riding on Karazhal’s back, he surveyed thousands of kilometers of land. He made maps to replace the old Soviet ones in Cyrillic but without flying like the falcons, updating a map took months, even years. Not only were they made with pencil on paper, but also needlework and paint on canvas. He had not yet started on the ultimate map: one woven in a kilim. Otabek kept a loom in his tiny stone house. He’d made all the kilim coverings and hangings in the yurt outside, but bought the rugs from Almaty weavers. He was determined to flatweave a map in this lifetime!

But when he wasn’t making maps, or doing routine, Otabek liked to relax with a different kind of painting. Maps were easy to paint. He wasn’t painting a picture, but just following the topographical lines or imitating the color scheme in the World Atlas. In truth, painting for art rather than purpose was Otabek’s weakness.

In the evenings, when the sunshine spilled over the mountain’s teeth in the west over Almaty, Otabek began a practice regimen with old paints. The art supplies he used for his maps were expensive and required him to drive down the mountain to Almaty to get more. So, he decided to just start with the old ones or colors that weren’t used as much. In front of him, an empty burlap corn sack lay stretched over a frame. It was angled against a table cleared of its terracotta pots on the right half.  He sat in a wicker chair covered in furs. Frowning at his painting canvas, Otabek tilted his head, looking at his subject--landscape--and back down at his canvas.

Swishing his paintbrush in the small capsule of muddy yellowish-brown paint, Otabek removed it and painted a tree trunk first, then arching the branches away from the main body. He also used the brown to color the sunset’s claim over the mountains. The lines were mathematic with little flow. Curling his nose at it, Otabek drifted to the trees again, putting another stripe here and there.

The bristles of Otabek’s paintbrush created divisions in each stroke. The old horse hair was as stiff looking as the painter. When he finished, he stared at it for minutes without saying anything, then put the frame aside to dry. Frames were always reused; the different types of canvas were pulled off it and hung up somewhere in the cottage.

Otabek sighed. After glancing at his brush, hoping for some kind of inspiration, he cleaned it in the pail to get the paint off. He thought of Mr. Katsuki’s visit earlier that day. The reveal of a new star had made the astronomer nervous, apparently because he’d been waiting for Otabek to prophesize the end of the world or something. In truth, Otabek did not yet know the meaning of this star. All things in life had meaning. Whether they revealed themselves to man was another story entirely, even to Otabek, who’d been chosen by the spirits. He was not the sort to worry unnecessarily. For now, he enjoyed the nebula’s gift and looked forward to seeing the young star himself.

Was the star telling him to draw it? Maybe if he took all of his paints with him and drove to Alma Arasan or one of the ravines, he would find inspiration. Otabek had never thought to take his art supplies with him on Karazhal’s patrols. Usually there was no room; the black horse suffered his weight, weapons, and sometimes other animals, like food for the day or an injured one in Otabek’s care.

He leaned back in his seat with a little nod to himself. It was decided: he’d take a few days’ rest from the usual routine to journey across the mountainside for a better perspective. He knew of the perfect place, one he already had an invitation for. Inside Ile Alatauy, near Big Almaty Lake was the Tien Shan Astronomical Observatory. The staff were scientists that Otabek held in esteem. They too resided in the Alatau and spent weeks monitoring the heavens. He was familiar with two observatory astronomers in particular, Katsuki Yuuri and Phichit Chulanont, but their paths had only crossed five times in ten years. It surprised Otabek to see Mr. Katsuki--no, Yuuri--at his door. Otabek had not grown up all his life as the Hero of Kazakhstan; he’d been raised modern, in Almaty, and wasn’t as traditionally bound as his morning guest seemed to think he was. Just because he was a shaman didn’t mean he shoved aside all science. He supposed it surprised him because he didn’t think Katsuki, a scientist, would have taken Otabek’s request so seriously. Otabek normally read the stars and moon with the naked eye, but with the Observatory’s help, he could see more, even farther than he could imagine except in his dreams. It was the realm of gods and spirits. He did not expect scientists to understand, but when he’d offered alliance to Yuuri, Yuuri had accepted everything that came with that, including the knowledge of Otabek being a spiritual conduit.

It was at age fourteen when he’d gotten his first spirit dream. He’d talked to a constellation then woke up kilometers away from his own bed, laying in a bed of flowers and apples. The spirits had presented him with a deeper connection to his motherland than he could’ve imagined. His fingers tingled now at the memory. Otabek looked up at the sky, knowing it wasn’t the correct seasons for his that constellation to appear but thinking about the stars even still. Would they send him another waking dream?

Otabek pushed speculation aside. If it came, it came. He gathered up his supplies and took them inside, noting everything that needed to be secured before he left in his truck for the two-hour drive to the observatory. Otabek mucked and cleaned up around the cottage. Karazhal and the goats went into their stalls lest the snow leopards find easy prey. He didn’t douse the fire once dinnertime finished, but rather let the coals gleam and faintly warm the house. Finally, at 6 PM, Otabek slid into the cloak of the bear hood, pulling the brown head over his own as he closed his door. Hot breath steamed out of his mouth in the darkness of winter.

With a squeal, his truck started in the cold, getting no FM signal in the mountains but Otabek sang without music anyway, humming ditties about it being cold as shit and the beauty of ice on his eagle feathers outside. Almaty was a welcome sight for the twenty minutes he was in it before he was up a different mountain road this time. He ducked his head down to peer up at the bird’s road stretching far with many starry wings, cloudless, timeless. Otabek smiled to himself, focusing on the road again. He could not wait to see Yuuri’s new star for himself.

[kat-katsuki]

Sunflower and White Rose | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader Part 3

Fantasy AU

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Warnings: Swearing (cuz bakugou)

tags: @jazzylove​ @whalerus​ @angie-1306​

WC: 3.1k

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Kirishima had to hold his hands over his sensitive ears when Bakugou started screaming over the cliff. Bakugou wasn't a dragon shapeshifter, but his roar was almost as loud as one. "FUCK!!!!" He growled at the valley. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

"Calm down Katsuki!" Kirishima shouted.

"How the fuck do you expect me to fucking calm down!? How?! She's fucking partnered! And of all people, she's partnered with that shitty Deku!" Bakugou whirled around, flailing his arms in the air as if he were going to slap someone. "NnggggGGGRAHHH!" He threw his fist into the ground, denting it as well as injuring his knuckles. How he wished he could go to you, so you could heal his hand, but you were now someone else's partner. "Why...?"

"Well you didn't exactly give her a choice," said Kirishima. "Izuku was the only one who asked her."

"She asked him!" Bakugou reminded.

"Well of course she would. He gave her his flower! It'd be rude not to, considering he's the only one willing to give her flowers."

"I'm willing! What the fuck did you think I was saving that flower for?" Bakugou howled.

"BUT YOU DIDN'T! YOU RAN AWAY!"

Kirishima's words were like knives that stabbed right into Bakugou's already wounded heart. That's right. He ran away. He didn't even try. Why? Why didn't he try? Was he afraid? Afraid of what? Getting rejected? That's hilarious. Who in the right mind would reject him? You would. You definitely would. After all the harsh things he's said to you, after all the names he's called you. Why would you even accept his affection? You were afraid of him. He could tell by the way you cower in his presence.

"Fuuck..." Bakugou grabbed a fistful of his bangs. He sank down to the ground, squatting as he tried to hold back the tears in his eyes. He messed up. He really messed up. He's such a horrible person. He doesn't deserve you. He doesn't deserve to be king.

Kirishima pretended not to notice the little streams gliding down the prince's cheeks. In their culture, crying was looked down upon. As royalty, he must never cry, not even when in pain. However, as his friend, Kirishima understood that Bakugou had it harder than anyone. He had to be dauntless, had to be strong. He had to be free, and he had to be perfect. Maybe that was why he was so attracted to you. You were the opposite of perfect. You were a scaredy-cat, and you were clumsy. You were bounded to the ground, and was hella weak.

But perhaps you were the one who was truly free. You were free from expectations, free from traditions. You were always out there learning new things, and being yourself without worrying that others might change their impression of you, since their impression weren't so great to begin with. In a way, he envied you. But what he envied you the most, was that kindness.

He gets mad easily, and always ends up saying hurtful things. He holds grudges, and he makes sure to return them tenfold. You, on the other hand, accepted all the negativity of others, and only returned with respect. You show empathy to all creatures. You possess qualities he secretly wished he had but never will have.

He tried his best to change for you. Ashido, Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima can all prove that. For the past few weeks he's been doing his best to control his swearing and refrain from calling them by the mean nicknames. It was all practice so he could talk to you normally. He can't believe all that practice went to nothing.

"Hey man, it's not over yet. You still have a chance," Kirishima placed a hand on Bakugou's shoulder.

"How? She already accepted his fucking flower," Bakugou grumbled.

"Come on man! The flower exchange isn't the main event! It's just an excuse for people to confess to their loved ones! The main event is the fire dance! Remember? Only true lovers who dance together at the fire dance will be blessed by the fire god, and their love will last for lifetimes to come!"

"What are you getting at?"

"What I mean is there's still time! The dance isn't until tomorrow night! You just have to confess your feelings and get her to dance with you by tomorrow night!"

That sounds easy, but how was he going to do that? Beat Deku up and take you by force? That would just make you hate him even more. Plus, what if you reject him?

"Stop thinking about the what-ifs!" Kirishima exclaimed, as if reading his mind. "You don't know how it's gonna turn out unless you try Katsuki! If you don't pursue her you're really going to lose her! Do you want that?"

The idea of getting rejected by you was humiliating, but the idea of losing you because he never bothered to try was even worse. "Alright....." A ghost of a smile appeared on Bakugou's lips. "But I'll need some preparations."

Kirishima's face lit up with excitement. "You got it man! Mina, Denki, and Hanta and I are ready to help any time!"

It was almost sundown. You were grinding the herbs you had collected earlier today. When you saw the sun start to set, you quickly picked up the Alstroemeria that you had picked for Midoriya. You didn't have a flower for him yesterday, so you planned to return one today. You hoped he'd like it.

Midoriya showed up right on time. The sky was a beautiful orange red, a sign that the fire god had descended from heaven.

Legend says that thousands of years ago, the fire god, Hino, descended from heaven, and fell in love with a mortal, Nue. They married and had a child. That child was the first fire breather, the dragon. When Hino's mortal wife passed away, he was very sad. In order to see her again, he bound their souls together, and descended from heaven. It is said that when two souls are bound, they will always be able to find each other, in all of their lifetimes. And they will fall in love, over, and over again, for eternity. To celebrate their love, their descendants would hold a festival every year on the day the fire god was said to have descended to earth. And it is said, true lovers who dance the fire dance together will get their blessings from the fire god, so they too can bind their souls for eternity.

"Ready?" Midoriya asked.

"Before we go, I want to give you this," you said as you handed him the Alstroemeria. "I'm sorry I didn't have a flower for you yesterday."

"That's okay, and thank you. I love it," Midoriya smiled as he accepted the orange and yellow flower from your hand.

The two of you headed into the depth of the village, where the festival was being held. Torches were set up all over the sides of the streets, and there were games and competitions, food and dances!

You and Midoriya went to the carpenter's yurt, where he had set up a floor full of dragon masks. He gave you and Midoriya each a dragon mask, which you two wore on the side of your faces, and the two of you headed to the next yurt.

When the two of you finally made it to the banquet, you were starving. The fire festival is the biggest event of the year, and the food of the banquet is hunted by the best hunters of the tribe, prepared by the best cooks too. Each year they'd prepare three days worth of food for the entire village. You swore you'd eat a whole year's worth of meat, because after this day you'll have to wait for the next year.

"(Y/N)! Izuku! Heyyy! Finally found you guys!" While you and Midoriya were grabbing food, you heard a familiar voice call out your names.

"Eijirou-kun? Mina-chan? Hanta-kun and Denki-kun too?" Midoriya raised a brow. "Why were you looking for the two of us?"

You noticed how Bakugou wasn't with them, and there was a hint of disappointment in your heart. However, on the bright side, he may have found a partner, and was currently with them right now. Wait, why does that hurt even more?

"Well we were going around the festival as a group, and we wanted to ask if you guys wanna join us!" Ashido said. You're brows lifted in surprise. It's not uncommon for friends to travel in groups, but the fire festival is really a couples thing, so you were surprised to see Kirishima and Ashido traveling with Sero and Kaminari.

"I guess I'm okay with it! What about you (Y/N)-chan?" Midoriya asked you.

"Yeah! The more the merrier!" You replied. In truth you weren't close with any of them, but since they were Midoriya's friends, you didn't want to be rude.

"Great! Wait... (Y/N)-chan why aren't you wearing your fire dress?" Ashido asked, looking up and down at your plain, grey thin strapped dress which ended at your knees. You had a tight belt on your waist with some accessories dangling, but it was nothing different from you normally wore.

The dragon women don't normally wear dresses, but the fire dress was different. It is a traditional outfit especially for the fire dance. It's usually made by the mother for the daughter. Everyone's fire dress is different, but it is generally always in brilliant shades of reds, orange, and yellows. Ashido's fire dress was very similar to her normal wear. It was a red and black zebra print breast cover, and she wore one metallic breast plate over her left breast, as she normally would when she was out riding dragons. She had two long sashes flowing down in front and behind her legs. The sashes were a beautiful red, mixing into orange and yellow at the end.

"I...don't have anyone to make one for me," you told her. Your mother passed away when you were very little. Ashido quickly placed a hand over her mouth, regretting asking the question. "Plus, Izuku and I don't plan on doing the fire dance."

"Why is that?" Kirishima asked.

"Well, the fire dance is a lovers thing. We're just friends, so we think we'll just stand by and watch," Midoriya chuckled.

A soft smirk made its way to Kirishima and his friends' lips. Suddenly, Ashido clapped her hands together. "Ahh! I suddenly have the urge to relieve myself! But it's gotten so dark, it's not safe out here! (Y/N)-chan do you wanna come with me?" she asked.

"Eh? Uh...sure...." You couldn't say no. Ashido winked at Kirishima and grabbed you by the wrist. Without warning she dashed off, dragging you with her. "AAHH!" You were not a good runner. Especially not against the strongest female warrior of your tribe.

You noticed how she dragged you straight out of the village, which was weird because there were multiple places in the village where people did their business. The dragon mask on your head fell to the ground, but she didn't give you a chance to pick it up. But she didn't give you a chance to ask because you were busy trying to breathe while running through the meadows.

When she finally came to a stop, you immediately fell to the ground. You let go of her hand as you fell to your knees and gasped for air. Your sweat dripped onto the hard soil in pitter patters. Your chest expanded and shrunk exaggeratedly as you tried to intake as much air as possible. "A-....Ashido...-san....why did you....bring me here?" you panted.

She didn't answer you, instead she called out to the darkness. "Hey! I brought her! Make sure you don't fuck up this time!" she shouted. You felt your blood go cold. What did she want with you all the way outside the village? Was she gonna kill you?

You were about to scream, but you heard a familiar voice shout back, "SHUT THE FUCK UP RACOON EYES!"

Ashido chuckled before turning to you. "Sorry I tricked ya! Please forgive me. If all goes well, that guy will bring you back," she pointed her thumb towards the dark outskirts of the meadow.

"What?" You asked. You couldn't see a thing in the darkness.

Ashido's chest expanded. She blew out puffs of fire all around them, each puff of fire landing on a torch, lighting it, until ten torches were lit all around them. Your eyes widened at the sight before you. White roses. White roses everywhere. You thought you were taken to a meadow, but this was a sea of white roses. But for some reason there were no thorns poking at you. Why is that?

"Alright, I'm out!" Ashido suddenly disappeared.

"What?" You stood up, turning around, but she was gone.

"I'm sorry... I got those shitty bastards to help me, but removing the thorns took some time." A familiar voice said in an unfamiliar tone. You turned around again, this time to face the torches. At the very center, stood a familiar spiky ash blonde man with breathtaking crimson eyes. He wore earrings made of the red hawk's talons, necklaces made of the great howlers' blue claws. Each bead on his neck was a proof of the number of battles he's won. A furry red cape slung over his shoulders, covering the back of his bare torso. It was none other than your prince.

"Prince Katsuki? What are you doing here? What about the fire festival?" you asked in disbelief, still trying to make sense of the situation.

Bakugou slowly made his way towards you through the roses. "Yesterday, I messed up and lost my partner to someone else. Right now, I'm getting her back," he said.

"Partner? To who? Ashido just left though!" You pointed to the direction behind you. Your eyes expanded at the same pace as him getting closer to you. Finally, he was standing right before you, his figure towering over you like a tall and almighty dragon. It was rude to look royalty in the eye, but for some reason you couldn't take yours away from his.

"I know I said a lot of mean things to you... I never thanked you for saving me, and keeping my secret... I'm not the nicest person, and I'm not worthy of your kindness...but still... I want to tell you that I love you... I love you (Y/N). I want to be your partner. I want to get the fire god's blessing with you." Under the torch light, you could vaguely see a hint of red over Bakugou's cheeks. His beautiful rubies gazed right into your (e/c) gems.

"What...." You were utterly lost for words. Did your ears play tricks on you? Because just now you felt like you heard your prince ask you to be his partner. "M-...Me?!" You pointed at yourself, gawking at him for confirmation.

Bakugou clicked his tongue impatiently. "Well who else in the village has a shitty name like (Y/N)?!" Crap! "I-I mean- You're the only one named (Y/N).... Your name isn't shitty...." He looked down in guilt, and then lifted his eyes back up expectantly. "So.... What's your answer?" His face was turning as red as his eyes.

Little streams started pouring out of your confused eyes. Your prince, the one who you've been in love with, just told you he loved you. This has to be a dream. But if it's a dream please don't let you wake up. "B-But..... That's impossible... I'm just.... These white roses, you must have prepared them for someone special! Because that flower means- I'm-"

"These are your favorite flowers right? I prepared them for you!" Bakugou gently took your hand in his. He searched in your teary eyes trying to look for the answer he needed. "Is it not?"

"F-...For me?"

That's when you realized, there's no way Bakugou would have known the meaning of these flowers. The dragon tribe don't give meanings to flowers like the people of the south do. They just picked whatever was the most colorful and vibrant. A light chuckle escaped your lips, for you felt so silly for forgetting such a thing.

Now it all made sense. The white rose he brought to the flower exchange, and why he suddenly ran off. But you still couldn't believe it. "It is...." You nodded softly to answer his previous question.

"Why do you...like the white rose?" Bakugou asked.

You covered your tearful eyes with your free hand. Your breaths became staggered as you started to sob, "Because....I'm in love with a man." Bakugou felt his heart stop at your words. "He's the bravest, strongest, most handsome man in the tribe. He's of royal descent..... He's someone I shouldn't even dream of being with...." Huh? Brave... Strong... Royal descent... Why does Bakugou feel like you're talking about him? You're talking about him, right? "These flowers...have a special meaning in the south. They symbolize the words I want to tell him but would never be able to...."

Bakugou removed your hand from your beautiful (e/c) orbs. Even with tears in them, they were still so breathtakingly beautiful. His heart pounded in his chest as he leaned his face closer to yours, eyes wide and anticipating. "What do they mean?" he asked, so softly that even right next to him you could barely hear his voice.

Your eyes trailed down, almost in shame.

"I'm worthy of you."

Your voice was so soft you could barely hear yourself. The moment you uttered those words you wish you hadn't. How could you say such a thing to Bakugou? Just what exactly do you have that makes you even think you might be worthy of him? You started to chuckle nervously, not noticing the wide eyed look on the ash blonde prince's face. "S-Silly right? How could a failure like me ever be worthy of your highness... I'll just go-"

Before you could finish, Bakugou grabbed your face with both hands and smashed his lips on yours. He couldn't put words together to tell you how wrong you are, so he had to show you through action.

You are not a failure.

You stood wide eyed, too shocked to move a muscle. You and Prince Katsuki were kissing.

For the longest time the only thing you could hear was the heart of your own heartbeat. After what seemed like a hundred beats, Bakugou finally released his lips from yours. "Don't say that...." he whispered. "Don't call yourself a failure. You're more than worthy (Y/N)."

"D-Do you mean it?"

"Be my queen (Y/N)." Bakugou brushed his thumbs under your eyes, wiping away the tears. "Like my old hag is to me old man. Like Nue is to Hino. Let our souls be bonded for eternity."

Tears flooded down your face, for you could no longer contain the happiness you felt. You nodded. "I love you my prince. I also want to be with you for lifetimes to come!"

You closed your eyes as his lips captured yours once again. For that moment everything seemed to have disappeared, leaving you and Bakugou, the only two souls in this world. It was just the moon, the fire, the roses, and the two of you.

You were filled with disappointment when his lips parted from yours. However, a soft smile spread over your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours. "Let's go get our fucking blessings."

Flower Language:

Sunflower- Adoration

Hydrangea- Gratitude for being understood

Alstroemeria- friendship

White Rose- "I'm worthy of you"

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Also on AO3! A kudos would be greatly appreciated!

[katsukikitten]

Princess 10

The sound of murmuring stirs you, mixed with the pain in your side and calf.

The pain has you sitting striaght up in bed, feeling out for Katsuki to only find cool sheets.

You finally spy the ash blonde as your eyes finally have the chance to catch up to your instincts. He is standing half in and half out of the yurt speaking lowly to someone, by the looks of the early morning sun casting a shadow over the figure it seems to be a man.

"I've brought healing water and herbal tea, my fierceness." A soothing voice answers the low hiss.

"She is still asleep." It is odd to hear his voice come out harsh so early in the morning. Especially after the contrast of its softness last night.

*"Mo Chuisle."*

Heat floods your cheeks faster than the night can replay before your fingers ghost an action from last night. Caressing at the pulse that stands on the other side of the door. A pulse you so needlessly controlled.

"Let him in." Your voice sounds raw, as if you swallowed shards of glass, you attempt to clear your throat but the broken sound stays lodged in deep. Crimson turns on you, searing into you like red hot coals, you let your bottom lip protrude just a bit before he flings the curtain of a door open with an angry hiss.

"My queen." He bows and you rush to right him in your laced robe, your hands shaking as they set the tray of tea on the low table. You bite back the wince from the movement.

"Please I am far from. I used you like a puppet last night." It is apology enough for the dark haired man as he smiles at you warmly. Somehow thinking of how to save your pride. He grabs onto your hand with a soft smile.

"Apology accepted my ire." You return his smile before you feel something cool dangling on your wrist, it is light yet heavy as is the call of water in the air. You look to your wrist astonished to see a gift of small black stones.

"I cannot accept this." You go to remove it from your delicate yet deadly arm before a heavy hand wraps just below the jewelry.

"Princess, in this culture if royalty does not accept a gift from their people it is considered a great dishonor to the gifter." Katsuki is back to his usual gruff self, he removes his hand as he makes his way to fix your tea.

"It is made from stones softened by the river that used to house my family's water wrym." Mizu smiles, "I hope it is acceptable."

"It is, more than enough. Thank you." You clasp his hands, you open your mouth to ask where their wrym had gone when you notice tears welling in his eyes. You squeeze his hands instead.

"You may leave." Bakugou bites out and Mizu takes a deep bow.

"My wrath. Shall I return for evening tea and a bath?" He asks still bent at the waist. Bakugou's eyes narrow and you cannot tell if it is from agitation or exhaustion.

"Yes. Now continue your duties." With that the tall man bows ever further before righting himself, leaving the yurt in silence.

Katsuki holds tea out to you, his eyes fixated on your cheek before he sighs taking a seat in the relaxed blood leather chair. Silence envelops the room not as it does at your old home, where it is stiff and smothering from the weight of things unsaid.

No it is....comfortable.

Nothing but the two of you and the call of his blood beating in time with yours.

*"Mo Chuisle."* Echos through your head again and you sigh softly.

You feel odd, sipping your tea as Bakugou looks over reports Kirishima must have wanted to share with him last night.

You think of his capable hands delicately massaging a lather into your hair. You gulp many emotions.

Embarrassment.

Exhilaration.

Desire.

The last emotions catches and you clear your throat.

The weight of the water stones pull at your wrist and you think in the silence.

How many dragons have you seen in the Bad Lands?

In what was *supposed* to be in the dragon kingdom?

The answer was simple you had only ever seen Ryu. Curiosity begins to burn it's way through as Bakugou ruffles through documents, pushing a set of them towards you.

But you couldn't care less about those right now. No right now you needed to know.

"Where had all the dragons gone?" You ask aloud, scarlet eyes shift to you, watching you closely.

Noting that you are sitting abnormally, favoring your right side, breathing slightly shallow as if labored. He bites the inside of his lip when he realizes you hadn't healed that wound much at all last night.

Droplets of blood seep through the bandages confirming what he knows.

He sighs realizing you would be the death of him.

Little did he know the weight of that thought.

He chews on the thought as you look to him for the first time since meeting with patient eyes. It was a little known fact that the land of dragons was almost dragonless.

"I would like to know. I would love to hear the true history compared to the rumors. I heard the first dragon king was chosen before the High King." You sip your tea, trying to even your breathing so he does not know your slight discomfort.

Bakugou stares with heated hungry eyes before settling on the matter. He figures this is better than you raising hell across the great Ocean.

"That is true. Over 200 years ago the Mother Dragon nested in this land." His voice is gruff but it does not deter your questions.

"And?!"

Another sigh escapes him, eyes still laced with concern that you should still be resting in bed. He notes that you look happy, ecstatic, emotions you have yet to show here or maybe they were never aimed at him.

So a leather chair will have to do.

"Settle in Princess. As this story can be quite long." You bite the inside of your lip as you swing your feet beneath your toned ass, holding onto your tea with both hands as you patiently wait.

"As I said the Mother Dragon nested in these very lands. The great forefather guided our traveling tribe through the lands from the base of, then, Iroh mountain to the deadly cliffs of the Great Ocean."

"The Bad Lands." You breathe and Bakugou notices the pure awe and curiosity in your tone, he cannot help the smile that crosses his face as he nods.

"The Bad Lands." He repeats before continuing on.

"The Great Warrior, the first Wrath of this land, could track, hunt and kill any animal faster than all of his people combined. His quirk gave him the advantage. He followed the brute bison here during a fateful summer. My people set up their homes, painted their canvases to show their Wrath their joy in the location. So much so that some elders even begged to stay here after only a month. Claiming the land was fruitful, joyous and would be for years to come. But Wrath would entertain no such thing. Following the game and avoiding the summer droughts is what kept my people alive for so long before. The resources of this part of land were about to be used up. Two nights before they were set to leave, fire engulfed the sky followed by a deafening roar miles from the village. Wrath believed it to be an act of war, he took himself and two of his great men out to see while telling the others to stay behind.They marched beneath the stars, being guided by the occasional burst of flame before finally spying the cause."

You sip your tea quietly, eyes thinking back to the paintings you enjoyed not too long ago. Of the one with Bakugou reaching out to the mysterious woman, a giant black dragon soaring high above the two of them.

"Mother dragon!" You exclaim suddenly and he nods.

"She was a legend, a myth to my people and to others all around. It was said only one of her black scales would be worth more than any kingdom. And there she was a sitting duck, trapped by a poachers net. Wrath saw an opportunity, she was already injured and her scales would be easy for the taking. He told his men to watch his back as he formulated his plan to kill her. He jumped, arching in the air, dodging fire at the last second. His spear raised high for the final blow before he met her eyes. His heart filled heavy with dread so he threw his spear into the ground and landed before her. Suddenly she was no longer game to be hunted. He pulled the spikes from her wingless body and disentangled her from the weaved iron. She whipped her tail against Wrath sending him flying into his men before a heavy storm suddenly erupted over head. Pounding rain ending the weeks worth of drought as she disappeared into the moonless sky."

You wait patiently for him to add more but he leaves it there. Half to tease and half for suspense, as Reo did him when he first heard the story.

"And then what?!" You bite the bait and he smirks.

"And then the next morning his Furry had a huge black egg in front of his yurt. It hatched Tatsu. As forefather Wrath and Tatsu interacted Mother Dragon watched from afar. It was said Tatsu and Wrath could share feelings and thoughts with one another. This must have pleased Mother dragon as she allowed for more eggs to appear. My people still traveled but always returned here for summer for her gift of eggs. But as time grew on my people neglected to come, especially so when their dragons would bring eggs to different regions of the land. Soom making Mother Dragon a myth again. So the eggs began to dwindle until their was only one left. A bright red egg that would hatch for no one. Most thought it was a dud but that did not stop them from passing it down from generation to generation especially after the last dragon had died out fifty years after its appearance." He sips his now cooled tea, drinking you in as much as the hibiscus and elder berry.

He watches your lip quiver, while your eyes seem to brim. He grinds his teeth almost hating the sight.

"Ryu is the last dragon?" Your voice catches and it pulls harshly at Bakugou's chest. He sets his tea down and picks up his documents again.

"Yes." He says grimly and you stare into your the pinkish brown liquid.

"What of Mother Dragon is she dead?"

"The elders, especially Ki believe she is still alive, immortal. That she still lays eggs and waits for another worthy leader to guide the era of Dragon again."

Silence settles between the two of you as it all swirls in your head.

This was nothing like the rumors. In fact it was the opposite, it was said that Bakugou's people were barbaric, killing the dragon's just to have their eggs before heating then in a fire to hatch.

"How did Ryu hatch?" You break the silence and Bakugou gives you a borderline amused look.

"Mother and Father kept his egg in their room but I was always drawn to him depsite my mother yelling at me to stay away. I would swear it would whisper my name at night and one day I thought my explosions would help wake him up. Help him hatch. When I was very young I slapped my hands on the shell and let go a violent explosion. He hatched right away and bit me before snaking into my hair."

You laugh aloud, ignoring the pain that growls by your rib.

"Only you Bakugou." Your smile is contagious before you take another sip of your tea. Finally picking up the documents before you. Flicking through redundant reports before you spy a familiar script.

Your vision blurs red as you read the document in your shaking hand, collecting water from the air unknowingly.

"Princess?" Bakugou deep voice melds with worry and agitation from your sudden outburst.

"When did Kirishima get these notes?" Your voice shakes with rage as Bakugou begins to scowl.

"Last night before our return from the cliffs." He leans closer to you, watching water vapor appear on the air and noting your blood pooling into the air as well.

"Give me some of the burden mo chuisle." He growls, touching one of his scarred hands with yours, "Now."

You flip the paper for him to read.

*"Do not let me get my hands on him or that village, little girl."*

Your heart roars in your chest as you watch scarlet eyes skim over the paper.

Perfect scarlet eyes that you can so suddenly see popping out of their sockets. Ash blonde suddenly chunked and stained crimson while bloodied shrapnel litter the floor and meaty forearms. The smell of smoke fills your nostrils along with the acrid smell of sweet meat and burning hair.

"We need to leave." You heave with unqueanched rage putting a heavy pressure on the land before the sky can no longer take it, erupting overhead. Lightening and thunder dance between the droplets as Bakugou stares at you. The ground shakes before Ryu roars along with the thunder just outside the yurt.

His pulse rushes when he meets your eyes, something dark is lying beneath your stunning orbs.

"What of your wound?" He snarls and you grip his forearm with shaking hands.

Shaking from rage over the threat of Bakugou's and your people's safety.

Shaking from fear as suddenly you feel all of their blood all at once before water whips around the room.

"Now Bakugou. We have to beat him to the punch. Just you and just me."

"What? That is idoitic! We are not equivalent to the two armies we have." Your nails bite blood half moons into his forearms.

"I know. Father will never guess that it would be just you and I. We can send Kirishima and a small set of troops a few days after via ship. We need to end this before it begins." This time you rise shedding your laced rope to pull on the now tattered jumpsuit with the white fur. You turn to Bakugou as he stares after you, shirtless and still dressed in sleeping shorts.

Angry eyes follow your form as you set out an outfit for him evening knowing to pull out a particular set of ancient teeth as if you already knew.

The teeth of Tatsu bloodied from battles won long long ago.

It is then he realize he cannot stop you and if he had any doubt before you squash it with your next words.

"I'm going to protect our people, even if it fucking kills me."

@ha-tep. Enjoy bb!!!

[katsukikitten]

Princess part 5

He storms from the yurt.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"To see the city! Explore!" You call over your shoulder to a more than displeased King.

You walk along the streets with freshly healed legs as Bakugou reluctantly trails behind you. You're lapping up the culture as your eyes wander near and far. They spot people of many ethnic backgrounds and all wear the colors of the Badlands. Blood red, black, gold and greys. You commit them to memory as you have with all house/kingdom colors out of habit.

Sometimes kingdom colors can help you guess a person's quirk which could save your life in battle. But that's what's so difficult about the Badlands. The people are blended from other kingdoms. You notice the colors of the neighboring Mountain kingdom, that apparently Kirishima is the king of. They wear greys, blacks, and soft reds. Like that of berries.

The women are accompanied by men with what seems by choice. Their clothes vary greatly, some leave nothing to the imagination while some show nothing but their eyes, even in this glorious heat. The one thing you do notice is the children, happy, healthy. Laughing and carefree as they cause mischief. Hours are spent exploring every Avenue and alley to see all of the stunning paintings on the side of their homes. Each telling a story that you eat up like a kid does sweets. Eyes glittering in the overhead sun as you study their history through the fabric. The yurts become farther apart and the sounds of the city seem to die down as you near closer to the fringes. You can smell the ocean, feel it still and a smile forms on your lips as you see a large mural of the ocean side meadow at sunset. The same point in horizon you see now. It's odd how it's only been a few hours but this place has felt more like home than your real one ever has. You breathe in the mixture of exotic spice and sea air hungry for more despite the city having only one more mural to offer.

One that seems more legend than history. A woman has her back to the painter, with hair the same length and color as yours. She stands tall with a hand out stretched to an ash blonde male with eyes so red they could pierce you where you stand, his own hand reaches out to her. A breath separates the space between their fingers. The difference between this painting and all the others is that the King is the same size as the mysterious woman while the other paintings depict royalty as larger than life.

Bakugou watches you silently, studying you while he can. Your eyes seem to light up with delight with every painting you see, you enjoy reading the history of their travels. How they follow the stars to the perfect locations. How large dragons like Ryu used to be abundant. How he became king. He can't say he doesn't like it. How your eyes light up, how you seem generally interested in it all.

His eyes follow yours to the fresh painting, barely started before he left and somehow returned with you. He notices the signature of the artist, two grey orbs and immediately knows who's house you both stand beside. He sighs, opening his mouth to comment but the sound of your stomach growling breaks the calming quiet and before he can guide you back to his yurt, you're already heading in another direction.

He is impressed that you've memorized their movable city in such a short time.

But he will never admit it aloud.

You start for the market remembering the rich smell of bread and if you're lucky honey. It takes about twenty minutes from the outskirts to the city center at a steady pace. The market pauses once more to bow to their king and glare daggers at you before they start their song and dance of haggling again. Every stall has new offerings in their little gold boxes.

Offerings you have a feeling he will not take, you wonder if he thinks them beneath him.

You approach the first stall with bread and ask for two hand loaves. The shop keep is surprised you speak their tongue before she moves for the basket with the fresh bread.

"Two gold draki." She hisses, back to you. Oblivious that you have her King in tow.

"And how do you plan to pay dipshit?" He chuckles in your ear, waiting to see you drown.

You produce two shiny gold pieces from your pocket.

"You really shouldn't let your valuables lie around." You giggle as he grips your hip in warning.

"A Princess of thieves then?" He bites, eyes unseeing the heavily blushed shop keep who has just noticed Bakugou looming too closely to you.

"Ah your highness. I have finer loaves for you should you wish." She keeps her head down while keeping a hateful glare in your direction.

"I do wish to have them." He says grabbing the two hand loaves while slamming down fifty gold draki.

"P..please your greatness. I cannot accept this. This my offering to you."

"You will accept it if you still wish for me to take your offerings." His voice is dark as he speaks over his shoulder, the shop keeper does not touch the gold until Katsuki is almost out of sight.

"Are you always so gruff? She was almost in tears." You say earning a sharp glare as you bite into your heavenly loaf. You offer him the two pieces back to which he shakes his head.

"You might need that draki one day." He growls, "Enough sight seeing. I have a meeting to attend to."

He finishes his loaf as his strong hand pushes against the small of your back. You give him a heated glare that he ignores.

"Ah princess!" The elderly gentleman says by way of greeting, "I have more clothes for you."

His slightly gnarled hand points to the golden outlines box in it sits a beautiful blood red outfit in a hue so deep it seems black with the contrasting white fur. This time a sharp toothed necklace sits atop the white fur, neatly displayed.

"Old man." You smile fingering the sharp blood stained canines with delight , "You shouldn't have."

"She's right. You shouldn't have." Its a threat that leaves his lips instead of gratitude, "Leave the necklace. Take the outfit only."

Bakugou places a black pouch with what must be filled with hundreds of gold draki. The older gentlemen pushes the pouch back to his king. Katsuki goes to open his mouth but he holds up his blue veined hand.

"I do not accept this money as you've given our people enough. I have a job because of you, I have fine furs, teeth, scales and linens thanks to your hard work. You will kindly take my offering sire." He says it all with a bowed head nothing but respect in his wish.

Bakugou leans close with a nasty snarl,

"I told you to save *those* teeth."

"And I did."

"You will hold onto them longer and I will THINK about not paying you for your offering." He grabs the sharp toothed necklace that is adorned with black, white and pink pearls back to the older gentleman, "I am serious, Reo."

"As am I sire. But I will respect your wish. I will hold onto the necklace a bit longer. Though the fur should be hint enough." Reo speaks softly head still bowed to the king as he delicately takes the beautiful necklace from the King's rough hands.

"Are these blessed with fertility too?" A dry comment but somehow you feel the energy weaved into the clothes and you cannot help but want to wear them no matter what they are enchanted with.

"All royalty is stitched with three main things, fertility, luck, and protection. But before you comment Y/N my wife did add another to your standard list." Reo holds mischievous golden eyes with you. You cannot help but catch a devilish smirk yourself as you lean closer, curious like a cat.

"Power." Reo adds before a strongly banded arm is wrapped around you.

"I'm going to be late." A growl in your ear as he moves you away, "Thank you again, Reo."

You sink into the bed with a sigh as Bakugou keeps his eyes on you, clouded with odd emotions.

Emotions you choose to ignore as you lounge.

"Oh lunch was served?" You perk up, noticing the fine meats and breads on the low sitting table by the chairs.

"Had you let me lead you here you wouldn't have had to deal with the market today." He growls pulling another necklace of teeth over his head.

"Hmmm.." is your only response as you study him. Your eyes drink in the brash man, noticing how he is not adorned with a crown, an odd thing for a king to be missing but the teeth seem to determine your status here.

Why else would he be so sensitive about you recieving a necklace?

Most of the common folk wear silver, gold even, but few wear any sort of teeth or pearl in their jewelry.

In fact you have only noticed three people wear them.

Kirishima, who's necklace only has a single tooth, though it is long and thick. It is black with age and matches the ones he wears in his ears. It compliments his ever black scaled uniform.

Reo, who has a set of smaller white teeth on his necklace. A necklace that reminds you of a gift given from someone of high ranking.

Or maybe he too leads a double role like Kirishima but as the King's advisor and shop keeper instead of general and King of his own land

And lastly Bakugou Katsuki himself.

Though he is laced in blood soaked teeth, gold, and that damning fur.

Fur only he, and now yourself, wear. You finger it now as your eyes rove over his muscular stomach. Sculpted by the Gods and hardwork. You feel a ghost his calloused hands on your face and sigh out angrily.

Grabbing for the amber liquid greedily.

He seems to finish readying himself. Looking in the mirror with a cocky smile as if he cares about his appearance.

"I'll return in a few hours." He gives you his back as he makes his way to leave, "Do not leave my chambers."

"Like hell!" You stand, "You're taking me with you. If this is war talk you'll need me there."

He stares at you over his shoulder for moments that seem to stretch into hours.

Will he really need you there?

Or is he curious to see how you behave in court as well?

Will you provide entertainment as you did at your auction?

Or will you be a good little princess and listen.

"Fine." He snarls as he flips the canvas up, leaving you to rush along behind him.

Curiosity seems to have killed the cat.

××××××××××××××

Much like home the meeting is boring or so you feign boredom, it helps one to be forgotten.

Because nothing relaxes a man more than when he thinks a pretty face isn't listening.

Unfortunately but fortunately that works here as well.

It makes it especially easy to be forgotten when every man in the room wants to look anywhere *but* your pretty face. What with it's new accessory of thick woven thread.

Their nervousness seems to subside under the heavy gaze of crimson eyes. They drone on what they think they've heard, what they think they saw and what they thought knew. You can tell they are all bullshitting. Not one of them in contact with any sort of informant that rests the soles of their feet on your home land.

You eye Katsuki, he too seems suspicious of their answers. None of them really committing to what they've scouted.

Kirishima is seasoned in battle that much you can tell but he seems to be taking notes. Maybe be does not have a gut feeling about much.

Or maybe he simply does not know what you know about people.

"Excuse the intrusion sire." An older male, late forties says as he enters the small yurt. He drops to his knee head bowed to the King clothed in muted colors.

Colors that would go unnoticed by any common folk or hell even a Duke.

But your eyes are sharp for a reason. He stands and you see a soft glistening stitch of silver over his right breast.

You are so fixated on the stitching that you do not hear him tell of how the High King is quickly rebuilding a fleet. Of how the Prince of the fire and ice isles has just departed or of how the once quirkless Prince has made promise to return before he boarded his ship.

"It seems even a small ship has departed as well headed in..."

"You're of the Imarith kingdom no?" You interrupt before smiling a bit cruelly, "Excuse me *former* Imarith kingdom."

When the man's eyes find you it seems as if he is actually looking at you instead of seeing you as just eye candy.

No it seems as if he is staring Death in the face.

His brow begins to bead with sweat, he swallows several times and his eyes are glued to you.

"Its obvious isn't it? Your colors may be close to black but I still see the kingdom in them. And any fool knows that silver stitching indicates a dead insignia." Your cat smile widens, swirling the wine in its glass, "I seem to remember your kingdom helped fund the rebellion in the great war. Even fought in it near the end. Do you plan to do that here as well?"

His breathing becomes rapid as he stares at you, he wets his lips but when he parts them he does not speak.

Cannot speak.

"I ask only because there is not a single visual oath to the Badlands about you. Not to mention I'm wondering if your information is actually good. Father would not have allowed you to set even a toe onto a broken harbor in the High Land." Your eyes narrow, you lift your hand and the man turns to run.

In his haste he trips on the carpet, feet still flailing to get beneath him before he bolts through the canvas doors.

The room is silent and the tension becomes palpable as Katsuki stares you down. You fish your wine, smile his way before standing.

"I take that this meeting is done." You stand, stopping before the men who stood in front of the dias, "I suggest you become better informants before I make an example out of all of you. When I'm through Bakugou will never have another lazy informant again."

You smile as you the moisture from their hands, aging them twenty years before returning them to normal, letting the canvas fall behind you. As you're walking away all you can hear is the groveling of six grown men begging for forgiveness for their lack of information.

Katsuki ignores the groveling, eyes only staring after you.

"Get the fuck out of my sight." A snarl and they obey quickly. The room is filled now with only Kirishima and the King himself.

"Man. I thought that guy was gonna shit himself." Eji laughs as he crosses off all of his notes, save for the last man's words, "She's something isn't she?"

"Why did he react that way?" No soft curiosity in his tone and all bite.

Bite for being left in the dark that she was so feared.

"Forgive me. I don't think I've ever told you since the former King of the Badlands was set firm on not getting involved." Kiri bows his head before continuing.

"The Princess was more than the King's scout. She fought in many battles. Her hands are much bloodier than our own. In the last battle my kingdom was to be support to help turn the tides of the battle, we stood silently in the mountain that over looked the valley. To everyone's surprise only four people showed up. King Toben, Griffith, Ares and the Princess. We thought surely this would be an easy win, hundreds of thousands of me vs four people, easy right? Wrong. The Princess had a new trick up her sleeve and no she did not bend these people to her will. She..."

Kirishima blanches for a moment as he recalls the memory. He swallows heavily before clearing his throat.

"She made them explode. Blood misted in the air and nothing was left of them save their clothes. Not all of them but majority. And the ones that lived. Whether they were out of her range or she was out of power her brothers and Toben handled. Near the end she had to be held up by Ares, I moved my men out of there as fast as I could. It was...horrifying to say the least. I can still smell the blood. Still feel it on my skin when I think about it." Kirishima surpasses a shudder.

Bakugou's eyes narrow with heated rage as he stands. Explosions dancing along his skin as he paces. Thinking of what he had let into his bed, his bath and still asking himself why the fuck he saved you in the first place.

"Why have I not heard of this?"

"For the High King to keep his throne he must marry off any daughters he has to other kingdoms. So High King kept it under wraps. He realized quickly that men feared his daughter instead of yearning for her. He withdrew her from battle, from the war meetings, from it all. Any rumor of her helping to strategize the winning battles of the great war or her unfathomable power was silenced. Permanently." Kirishima states, "He reshaped her image to fiery but beautiful. Still the obedient little princess she needed to be."

Katsuki snorts. Obedient? You? Not even on a cold day in hell.

[katsukikitten]

Princess prt 4

You lie awake, waiting on baited breath to hear his own slow. Still you are unsure. He may be hot tempered but he is the master at even breathing, even when he was sprinting full speed with your weight, cradled in those strong arms. People, guards you assume, walk near the tent in unpredictable rounds interfering with the moisture radius you've set alarming you to a possible threat.

Eventually exaustion pulls you under so hard and so fast that you cannot keep up with your normal radius.

Something pulls at the water in the air, calling it forth and instantly you react.

Contorting yourself, half turned at the waist, to aim your dominate hand at the threat. Holding a large bald man who is covered in tattoos by his blood.

Steaming water stays stooped in time, forever cascading into a mostly empty tub. Your breathing becomes ragged, he had generated so much water, had gotten much too close.

He could have killed you if he wished. You squeeze your hold on him and his eyes bulge just a bit. He cannot fight back like Father did.

As you watch his face twist in horror you feel something sing deep into your bones before you smell the heavy tang of blood, so much of it you can taste it in your mouth as if misted in the air.

The power calls to you to do it, you've done it countless times.

What's one more?

"*Princess*." A husky growl, and a tight grip on your hip, "I would appreciate if you didn't kill my favorite bath filler. He is one of the few in his family who can call upon it so hot."

You turn to face the King slowly, when you meet his eyes you begin to feel more than just the man's frantic heart beat and rushing blood.

More than the dark call of your power.

Starting with the heated touch of his skin to yours followed by the searing pain of your left cheek. Some how in the middle of the night you flipped onto your left, smothering your wound. You throw your hold with a flick of the wrist and the sound of water filling a tub returns almost drowned out by a man gasping for breath.

Birds sing, thankful for another morning. You clench your jaw and slowly exhale through your nose. The smell of spice already begins to fill the yurt.

Scarlet eyes look over the other figure in the room before holding onto yours.

You offer him nothing but a heated, overly alert gaze as the rest of the world moves on. He stands and you wrap yourself in the cool white sheets to sit as the man bows to the ash blonde.

"Thank you Mizu." Katsuki dismisses but before Mizu leaves you pipe up.

"There is only one tub?" Venom drips over every syllable as you feel you know the answer.

"Ah how could I forget about you Princess," He leans over and passes a small bucket to Mizu, "Fill this one for the lady."

"That will not be enough!"

"I've got rags. You can sponge yourself. What with your leg wound you cant submerge it." He hisses as he gets into the over sized tub letting out the smallest of sighs as he plunges himself shoulder deep.

The water is hot enough that you see sweat already forming on his brow.

Mizu fills the small bucket and gives the smallest bow before leaving. You stand and snatch the bucket up. It is more a size for washing ones face than their whole body.

Plus you *need* to submerge it to heal it.

You step into the tub and his face becomes that much more heated.

Red with anger, blush.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He lashes but you still sit across from him.

You have more than enough room to keep your knees slightly extended that your feet are between his outstretched ones. Should you wish you could fully extend your legs and your feet would only reach his knees. The water comes up to your collar bone when you slouch.

"No one shares bath water with the King. Not even his queen." A growl so dark, had he not been engulfed in water explosions would have skittered across his skin in warning. You glare into his intense crimson eyes.

"Then it is a good thing that I have no King." You growl, feathers ruffled so early in the morning that only being enveloped in your weapon would make you feel better. You ignore his lingering glare as you begin to work your calf wound first, by the time the bath is over it should be nothing but a scar. But your face....

Well your face will be different story.

You attempt to collect water from the smaller bucket and splash it onto your face.

Your wound feels as if it coils away and you cannot help but wince. Your face contorts, worsening the second heart beat that is your cheek.

All the while scarlet eyes rover over the stitches that feel as if they are pulling your skin apart instead of together.

He watches many failed attempts before he grabs onto your wrist, with a steel grip.

"You'll never get it clean that way dumbass." He snarls, reaching for a white rag, he dips it into your little bucket of water making a come here motion with the rag.

You look at him with such malice that he snorts, eyes shifting away before coming back full force.

"Never had a face injury I see. They are more delicate than most wounds huh?" It is then do you look at him with sharp enough eyes to see the ever so faint scars upon his own face and even throat.

Faded with time, age and possibly proper treatment.

"Know that we are in my element." You growl before adjusting yourself to sit on your knees between his, you hold his once more to deliver a final threat, "Know at any second I could strip you of your sweat and drown you with it."

He gives a cruel smile in response before you close your eyes. He is gentle, much more gentle than the one they called Momo last night. Your eyes flutter as he wipes away the old ointment and some dried blood and you sink your nails into your thighs to avoid biting your swollen lip. He is even more gentle with your bottom lip as you feel a single digit follow over the curvature of it. Somehow you relax into his touch, time stretches and only the sound of sloshing water can be heard.

Before your eyes snap open to feel a fast approaching figure, they stay focused over the shoulder of the King who seems to watch your tension.

A ruby red head barges into the tent, sounding exasperated as he speaks.

"Your majesty I respect your decision but what the fuck?"

Then garnet eyes widen, cheeks slightly flushed as he bows.

"Princess. I beg your pardon." He gives his back to you both, "So she *is* your queen then."

"She isnt my Queen!" "I'm no one's Queen!"

We both yell with such fury but all that Prince Kirishima does is laugh.

"What is he doing here? In the badlands and not in the mountains."

A smile laced with mischief captured his almost kissable lips.

"He is my general." Katsuki says, placing the rag onto the side of the tub to dry.

"How could he be? He is a prince of his own lands."

"I started as a poor boy traveling the bad lands. I grew up with King Bakugou. He took me under his wing, taught me to best utilize my quirk. The mountain people, just like the badlandians do not go by lineage. They go by power, if you defeat the former King then you've earned the title. I'm repaying my debt by being his general as well. " Kirishima speaks and your eyes narrow.

Does this mean he murdered his own father?

"Did you not say you were a Prince at my auction?" You watch as Katsuki dunks his head under for just a second.

He is too trusting.

When he comes back up he runs his hands through his wet hair and some of it clings to his forehead, it's odd not to see it in it's usually spiked mess.

Your heart races.

"All titles are trivial when it comes to the High King aren't they?" Kiri asks peeking over his shoulder to see more of your exposed sunkissed skin. Only to get a cold glare from the king himself as he steps from the bath, wrapping a towel around his waist.

"Give me a moment and we can speak privately, General. As for you Princess I'll put ointment on your wound when you're done soaking." He sets down two fine bottles of creamy white liquid. Shampoo and conditioner you guess.

"You may speak in my audience. You'll need it considering you're now at war with the High King." With Bakugo out of the water you stretch to your hearts content. Practically moaning at the heat of the water.

Bakugo growls, turning to say something to you only half dressed.

"She's right. We are most likely at war." Eijirou inturpts and you smile satisfactory at him.

Eijirou sits in one of the two blood red chairs, the one that faces you in the tub, ruby eyes glitter as they stare at you. You've adjusted yourself to a better view for Eijirou to admire without realizing it. You sit straight now so you can focus and hear but that leaves the top of your breasts exposed to air.

Exposed to a hungry man with a toothy smile.

That is before a stern looking Bakugo looms over him.

Eiji stands to sit in the chair that gives you his back as Bakugou takes his seat with you in his sights. He stares coolly at your relaxed face as you lean your head back for a moment. Displaying your throat for him, he swallows the thought of his teeth nipping at that tender skin.

He looks to his general, forcing himself not to admire your body once more.

"She will be an excellent bargaining chip." Katsuki speaks and you roll your eyes.

"A bargaining chip that made the High King bow on his *knees* in front of thousands upon thousands of people and four foreign princes." You comment eyes still closed, "Not to mention you whisked this bargaining chip away before he could commit homicide on his own daughter in front of the crowd. That alone would have worked towards your advantage better than letting me live. Many would have questioned his sanity. His stability to rule. Instead you supported my declaration for war."

You slowly open your eyes to stare up at the ceiling of the tent, you realize now that the black canvas above is painted with flecks of silver and gold stars. You curse yourself for losing your observing touch all from wounding yourself.

Especially damning considering what is to come.

"She has a point." Kiri speaks up. Burning red eyes flick away from you and pierce into his general.

"How long do you think it will take your father to rebuild his ships?" Kiri looks over his shoulder and you shrug.

"Doesn't matter. I think this time he will wait for us to come to him but I won't know for sure until he sends a scout." You subconsciously swirl the water into the air with your fingers as you think, "If its Ares then war is coming to us and it's coming hard, if he sends any other brother then he's planning on waiting it out."

"That's right if King Toben sent you or Ares then it meant he wasn't playing around." Kiri comments, eyes still trailing in your direction.

You are surprised that the Prince of the Mountains would know that. It is not common knowledge and none have lived long enough to tell. Ares and yourself were on strick orders to kill on sight until Father arrived. You go to comment before you are rudely interrupted.

"Either way I will get what I want." Katsuki hisses, "General another time. Princess you've soaked long enough."

You glare with such intensity that any other man would quiver. But never the Barbadian King. You stand despite the general still being present and Bakugou gives you such a look that plants would whither beneath his heated gaze.

Kirishima silently enjoys the show, the curvature of your hips, your broad strong shoulders and your soft supple looking tits. He salivates at the thought of tasting you, that is until he sees his King turn to face him.

Kirishima bows, before exiting, "Another day my King."

He does not understand the King's hostility if he is so agaisnt keeping you.

"I see you have no shame." Katsuki passes you a fine towel. One that is neither too rough or soft. You take it greedily and begin drying yourself off, you start with your face, and the kind fabric pulls harshly on the rough stitch on your lip. You let out the smallest whimper trying hard to keep your eyes from tearing. An angry sigh fills the remaining silence of the tent.

"Gentle dumbass." He growls, tenderly disentangling the fabric, "You'll pull the stitch. That is unless you want Momo to have to start over again."

You shake your head as he pops the top of a small jar filled with a thick translucent gel. You hold still as swift fingers work over the stitches so softly that you barely feel them on your cheek.

You watch his blood red eyes as he works. They are hard, focused before they linger on your lips, something in them changes. He slowly drags his finger over your lip, it moves to the pad of his middle finger before he let's it go. You feel heat on your cheeks for no damn good reason. You turn away quickly.

"Thank you." You says harshly, "but next time I will apply it myself. My clothes?"

You hear him slam the jar down, before he produces the black outfit with the white fur.

"No way in hell." You snarl in his mother tongue. He chuckles.

"It's that or your towel Princess." He replies smoothly, his accent having almost a low drawl in his first language, "How did you learn? I've been dying to know since your argument with the old man."

"I must know all the languages of the kingdom, other wise how will I ever know when they conspire agaisnt me." You snatch the clothes from his capable hands before throwing the towel on the floor.

Still you hesitate. If you put this on will they think you his queen? Won't you be back at square one?

You smirk to yourself as you pull yourself into the tight but comfortable pants and the low cut vest adorned with contrasting white fur.

The King's slight blush confirms what you already know, that you look fucking killer.

No, with this outfit you will not be his queen. You will be the High Queen even if it's the last thing you do.

[katsukikitten]

Princess 3

Reluctantly you follow the Ash blonde. He could prove useful what with his dragon and quick reflexes. He must also have a use for you.

Considering he's already saved you once.

You follow through a sandy field lush with small grass, that grows thicker the more you walk.

You can still hear the ocean's call, the smell of salt air, your body tingles from the amount of moisture in the air.

You could be even more deadly here. A cat smile forms on your lips only to be replaced by a wince.

Blood red eyes flicker to you, stopping to allow you to catch up, a muscled arm slips around your waist.

"I can walk!" You protest but he hushs you with a hiss.

"I'm not carrying you now am I Princess?"

"Stop. Calling. Me. That." You bite out each word and he just gives a nasty smirk, leaning in close.

"Is that not your title *Princess?*" A feral growl.

You pause for a moment because if you hadn't...well whose to say that King Bakugou Katsuki of the Bad Lands wouldn't be dead right now?

You begin to wonder just how far away the city is and if your bleeding calf really can handle another step until you see the outskirts of a peculiar city.

Your eyes rove over the vast amount of movable homes, your eyes widen at their beautifully tanned canvas, the sides covered in paintings.

Paintings of the royal family, the former queen already has her radiant halo, you watch as a few artists carefully paint it around his father.

Your eyes find his face but it does not falter. He marches on, hand squeezing your ribs when you slow to take in the scenery.

"Quick fucking gawking." He whispers in your ear, "The more they stare the more danger you'll be in."

Danger, no one was even looking at you.

Or you were so absorbed in this movable city that you failed to notice that every pair of eyes *was* on you.

You return the questionable glares with an intensity unmatched. Most look away but some do not. You snort having half a mind to make their eyes explode in their heads for such disrespect.

Considering you've done more for less but you can respect the gall.

Most of the citizens wore a variety of outfits but all had a common theme. Mobility should a fight break out. You smile at the thought, even the women wore pants to move easily in, all of them draped in blacks, deep blood reds, golds and greys. Some had weapons that shined in the fading daylight while others had theirs brandished always.

Flexing their weapons as they moved paint, canvas, traded money for goods.

Katsuki brought you through a large chaotic market with yelling and haggling. Some shop keepers even showing off their quirks to customers who solicited too long with out buying. It all stops for a moment to give a curt nod to the king before it resumes. Cats chase miniature dragons through the alleys of the stalls, children laugh loudly as they play. Your eyes take in the culture hungrily, greedily as they've only ever seen other cultures after war.

Alter, diluted, destroyed.

He pushes you faster though they all have some sort of offering as he passes by, all of which he ignores.

"Ahem, your majesty." The man at the last stall clears his throat. Dark eyes cut to the older man with malice as he stops. His wrinkled hands hold out a set of folded clothes. Black with a collar of white fur.

At first you think them for Bakugo, it's the same white fur he has on his vest and no other garment in the whole open market had a hint of any sort of animal skin aside from decorative scales.

His merlot eyes narrow, focusing on the set of clothing.

"I may be speaking out of turn your expolisve greatness but I do believe the future queen will need a fresh set of clothes, considering hers are torn and that of the enemy." He smiles, urging them closer.

You laugh aloud.

"You must be getting senile in your old age but know that I will be *no one's* bride." You say so sharply that the whole market grows quiet. Straining their ears to listen, Bakugo keeps his eyes fixed upon the graying man who's smile only widens.

"Ah almost verbatim of my dream. This woman knows no fear, sire, you've seen that today haven't you? A fiery Queen for a fiery King. You two will always have passion for one another. If you remember my wife blessed every stitch of your vest, for luck, prosperity, fortune. Fortune to find a strong woman worthy of our people." He places the garment down on the left hand corner in a golden outlined box, the same that every other stand has, "Just as your vest these are blessed too. Luck, fortune, fertility and strength. "

Still the King does not speak and still you cannot fathom this older man's audacity.

To bless a garment for fertility, you seethe and just as you're about to rip him to shreds, whether it be from your tongue or your hands, the King let's out a low growl.

"I accept your offering." He bites out, grabbing onto the clothes. The older man bows deeply.

"An honor." He replys as your dragged from the market.

What the fuck?

You pull away from his grip, careful to keep your weight off of your now bad leg.

"What the hell was that?" You snarl, sure to still be heard in the market as you hear an elderly man laugh.

"There are somethings you do not understand about my people and my culture." A hiss close to your face, he inspects it for a moment and you feel light headed. He grabs onto your wrist tightly, tugging you up a small hill to the only white home, what you later find out is called a yurt, in the whole encampment.

"I swear to Kami himfuckingself if you are not in my home Ashido with the fucking captive doctor I'll hang you for all to see." He snarls, pulling harshly on the canvas revealing two women sitting atop low chairs. If one of them is captive you cannot tell which as your eyes study the women, they both have relaxed dementors. Both with creamy, healthy skin, one white and the other a peony pink.

The thought of women in his home pulls at your gut stupidly before you bite your mostly split lip.

"Oh!" They seem to say in unison, bowing before the king.

The yurt is circular but all can be seen from the entrance. Rich wood expands across the floor covered in various furs, pillows and low sitting furniture and chairs. Centered in the back is a bed atop a platform looking plush as it is also draped in cotton blankets and furs.

Sleep pulls at your muscles but you fight it. Sitting when guided to a dark wood chair with blood red upholstery.

Good thing as you're losing a hefty amount again. It drips fat drops onto the fabric and floor. The woman with white skin and dark hair inspects you, trying and failing to keep the horror off of her face as she looks at your own.

She prepares and cleans quickly taking no time to start the process of stitching.

"So when did you become king?" Because talking to this asshole was more bearable then feeling a needle pierce your already throbbing, screaming skin.

"Shhh." The woman hushs, "You need to keep your face still."

You roll your eyes before watching the now brooding King. He walks past the wooden tub to your left all the way to a low cabinet where he produces a dark liquid.

You'd kill for a drink as you watch him take a long swig.

"Ow what the? No dont! FUCK!" But it's too late, pink fingers are already half digit deep in your open wound before you grip onto her wrist tightly enough that her bones groan, "His arrows embed themselves deeper if the victim doesn't remove it themselves."

Fear grips her features, as she pulls on her arm, hard enough you hear her shoulder pop before you let her go. Anger fuels your fluid movements as you call upon your power. Moving your own blood to push itself from the wound. The crimson arrow head stains the grains of wood and the ash blonde's eyes narrow.

"Please be still!" The doctor urges, stating her work again.

"Better listen Princess or I'll ask her to sew your mouth shut." An idle threat that boils your blood, "I'll offer you a different story instead. One that I heard at dinner not too long ago."

You cannot protest and he goes on.

"I heard that the High Queen has more than just a calming quirk." He pulls up a chair and sits just in your sight line. You sigh out angrily at the idea of hearing this theory again except coming from the mouth if the worlds biggest ass.

"I heard she can manipulate feelings as well. Otherwise how else would a hand maid marry the only male heir to the kingdom?"

"Do not slander her." Your eyes narrow to slits as they meet those of a predator.

"Quiet." The raven haired woman hisses.

"Snap at me once more and you will not have such pretty hands to sew with, or such shining eyes to see with." You keep her gaze as she shrinks back from you

Time passes slowly as your vision clouds, Bakugo no longer taunting you with rumors. The pink skinned woman packs your arrow wound as the light skinned woman spreads ointment on your burning cheek and lip.

Even after all of this poking and prodding you would do it again.

"You may take your leave." He stands rushing them out of his tent before stretching.

"My chambers are where?" It hurts to speak more so than before and he can tell. He smirks at your pain expression that only sours.

"Well. You're looking at it."

"Then you're dismissed." You say pulling at the tight gown, when you spy him still there you growl.

"Oh no princess. This my room that I am sharing." A heated glare, "Keep your friends close and enemies closer they say."

"Fine." You say letting the shredded fabric fall to the floor and removing your underwear.

You stand nude and proud in front of a staring King.

You see a hint of blush in his scowl.

"What are you doing?" A bark.

"I always sleep nude." You shrug your shoulders before sliding into the cool covers. You moan from the comfort.

"Tch." You hear fabric hit the floor before weight is beside you, "Good thing because I do too. Sleep tight Princess. Know that it is an honor to share a bed with me."

"A dishonor is more like it. Considering you reacted to my body as if you've never seen a bare woman before." You snort snuggling deeper. You feel the heat from his skin as he nears closer and you must fight yourself from leaning into the touch. His lips barely touch your ear as he growls.

"None such as repulsive as you."

[katsukikitten]

Princess part six

A/N this chapter is a bit slow but I feel I need to add these parts. please bare with me as this shit is about to get POPPIN

You return to the yurt with a bemused face as you think over your encounter.

Was that the best approach to finding out the intentions of the man from Imarith?

You feel a ghost of heartbeats in your finger tips that fight for dominance over your throbbing cheek. You sigh, wondering how you're going to get yourself out of this one.

A little fear is a good thing but only if it is paired with respect.

And that man must have relived your evil deed. One you thought would make your father love you, make him see you as equal to his sons.

Your brothers came to you for advice on the battle field, on what best to say to father to get their way and even how to make a woman swoon but all in vain.

If they hadn't looked at you differently after that battle then they sure did when you made them fall to their knees.

When you made your Father of all people fall to you.

You nervously finger the soft sheer lace robe that Reo urged you to take on your way to Katsuki's chambers.

He is a deviant that old man.

It is hard to believe it has only been one day since you've arrived but it feels like weeks. You cannot tell if that is a good thing or not.

You sit at the low table in front of the delicious dinner and wait for Katsuki to arrive.

The minutes tick by and since hes taking his sweet ass time you make yourself at home. Devouring the chicken after it touched your lips for a taste, the bread with honeyed butter destroyed and the small cakes, both yours and his, vanished all the while you smiled happily.

And you'd eat it all over again despite your lip and cheek screaming once more. You undress and ready for bed reluctant to shrug on the semi sheer lace robe before deciding its better than walking around naked even though the king made it explicitly clear that he is not interested.

You turn in the mirror to look at your self and smile.

It would be a shame to not wear such a beautiful garment no matter how provocative. Plus their is power in a woman's self love.

"Tch." You clutch the robe and turn towards the source, dark eyes lazily follow your curves "So vain."

Your eyes narrow to slits as you fill the small bucket with water.

"Says the man who stared in the same mirror with a grin from ear to ear before a war meeting." You snarl, dunking the soft rag in the cool water. You clean your wound with a grimace as he sits to dinner.

"And a glutton too." He snarls around bites of chicken, "One must swallow cakes whole."

"Hey!" A shout followed by a wince, "I tried waiting but you were much too slow."

You take another twenty minutes to wash your face before you reach for the clear gel.

This is the part that sucks. You swab some of the ointment onto the pads of your fingers before staring at your reflection. It's going to sting, you know this and why you're are hesitating you're not sure.

Didnt you *just* pull an arrow head from your flesh and yet dabbing on a bit of cream is too much?

Pathetic.

You're too stubborn and too proud to heal it, plus if you did there would be no scar and no message with it.

Since you lived you'll be damned if your message would fall flat from rumors of it not happening at all should you have no proof.

All the while Katsuki readies for bed in your delay. He begins to blow out the candles that light the room. First by the door, then the table and sitting areas, before leaving be the flames that dance near you. He pulls at his pants and furred vest, tossing them into a pile by the foot of the bed. Strong hands remove all of his jewelry setting it onto the nightstand, save one toothed necklace. He climbs into the made bed surrpressing a yawn. You do not notice his blood red eyes as they study you. The flames from the candles around you dance mischievously in your eyes, kissing your skin and highlighting its smoothness. The robe, especially in the low light, leaves just enough for a man's imagination as his eyes follow the curves of your shoulders, the reflection of your breasts with just enough cleavage showing.

Sure he's seen you naked before but there is still something in the power of not fully seeing.

You let out a low curse having finally started to apply the salve. Your fingers work too roughly across the wound, agitating it to a bright red. Bakugou would just take it upon himself to apply it but after your declaration of independence this morning he is enjoying the sight of you squirm. You hesitate again, fingers hovering over your lip. Is that spot extra sensitive or are you worried about how that pouty lip will look when it is all said and done?

Katsuki is sure it will still be too tempting considering the venom that comes out.

Still he watches, mesmerized by your almost shaking fingers before you steel yourself and apply it. Dragging your finger over the stitch agonizingly slow.

Katsuki growls to himself as he turns over.

"Quit being a bitch about it and just do it so you can blow out the candles." A stab that for once you actually feel in the chest.

You smear the last of it on roughly before blowing out the candle with an angry huff.

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Morning comes quickly and this time you rise before Mizu enters the yurt alleviating the stress of having to announce himself. He was was unsure what was going to be worse, the wrath of a blood thirsty Princess or an explosive King.

Mizu gives you a strained smile before he bows.

"I'm sorry about..."You can't seem to form the rest as he tosses spices and heads of wildflowers into the bath. When you don't finish your sentence Mizu peeks at your fallen face.

"It is quite alright Princess. May I be honest with you?" He asks, filling your small bucket with steaming water for your face.

"You may." You subconsciously grip at your robe to keep yourself from using your quirk as he speaks.

He is not a threat. Is what you tell yourself as he moves what is your moisture around to manifest a stream of heavenly hot water, he holds it in his hands. You swallow thickly.

"I am relieved to know that the King has found someone who would protect him in his heavy sleep." His voice is feather soft as he looks towards the undisturbed King despite your voices being of normal volume.

"He wakes only when the water hits the large tub." Mizu says before letting the water go to fill, it is then that the ash blonde grunts.

He stirs, strong arm feeling for your spot. He forces himself not to jump out of bed and when he sees you standing near Mizu his eyes narrow.

Mizu bows deeply, filling the tub as quickly as he can before turning to leave.

You stare after him as Katsuki moves about the room, setting out his outfit and your own for the day.

You move to step into the bath but your stopped by a strong grip on your bicep.

"You're already lucky enough to share a bath with me and now you want to claim it first?" A snarl to which you scoff.

"You are not above me Bakugou Katsuki." He grips tighter before moving to the bath himself.

Long moments of silence pass between you two, the only sound is your own whine as you clean your wound on your own.

Again his eyes watch and again you do not notice.

"You aren't going to attend the war meetings anymore." He sighs out leaning his head on the back of the tub.

"What?! Why?! I.." But he cuts you off.

"I know what you did. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree huh?"

The water pulls towards you as your cheeks burn.

How fucking dare he?!

He exits the bath dressing, draping himself with his precious teeth. He looks himself over before glaring at your turned head in the mirror as you apply conditioner to your hair with a heated pout.

He lean over you, lips close to your ear.

"Stay out of trouble, Princess."

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You do no such thing over the next week

as you actively seek out that dragon that Katsu claims only he can tame. You have nothing better to do since the villagers do not speak to you.

Everyone but Reo of course.

After hours of watching the winged beast you learned very quickly that he likes cows from random live stock farms from neighboring kingdoms, as there are none here, and fish.

Shark to be more exact.

And shark is easy to come by when you can control the animals whole damn home so you catch a couple and load them onto a cart you've "borrowed" happily singing as you near Ryu's sunning spot.

This will be day three or four of your offerings to the dragon and you plan to seal the deal with another thing you've noticed he hoards in his nest in a cave that over looks the ocean.

His cave can be seen for miles with how brightly it glistens and you smile from ear to ear ignoring the dull throb of your lip.

"Ryuuuuu." You sing as you approach the large red dragon. He roars in protest but eyes your offering greedily not taking flight as he normally does. He sniffs and with a low growl begins devouring the sharks whole. Happily munching and mostly forgetting about you as you sit in the grass to wait.

When he is done and his snout is covered in blood he leans close to you sniffing hard enough that it pulls some fur and fabric from your black outfit into his nose. He nudges you for more and when you hold your hands out empty he roars in your face.

Your heart races but your smile does not falter. If anything it widens. The large beast begins to back away but you pull that two draki out of your pocket and hold it high in the air.

The sun catches the gold and it shines brightly gaining the red dragon's attention. His giant golden eye inspects your final offering before a happy almost purring sound emits from his throat. He gingerly takes the draki with his razor sharp claws and flies away.

You smile happy that you've finally made at least one friend before Ryu returns hastily.

A soft roar as he lands directly in front of you lowering his body so you can climb on.

You look around you like an idiot before climbing hastily onto the dragons back. He soars upward showing you all of his favorite places, gliding over the ocean, past his cave, his sunning spots, high up into the clouds to show you the setting sun before diving low to soar over the yurts of Katsuki's people. He's flying low enough that the eyes of his people staring at you goes unnoticed as you let your fingers touch the taunt fabric tops of homes before landing harshly at the top of the hill beside Bakugou Katsuki himself.

His helping hands gasp before they fall to their knees, head bowed.

Kirishima looks at you astonished as Bakugou's lips pull back over his teeth.

"Dismount." Explosions dance along his arms, "NOW!"

Ryu roars in protest at his master but you can read a room.

Though it delights you to know that you've done something you shouldn't have.

You slide off of Ryu gently, he nuzzles your chest and you give a soft kiss before golden eyes narrow at this master who approaches quickly.

He has a death grip on your arm as he all but drags you to his room not fifty feet away.

"What the fuck?!" He howls before you two even enter the room, "Do you know what you've just fucking done?"

"I took a pretty cool joy ride." You shrug your shoulders reaching for your normal bucket of water.

Even after a week of doing this you still hesitate. Dabbing gently as Katsuki screams at you.

"No you did more than take a joyride you dumbass! What if you..." He starts and blows up one of the low sitting chairs, you sit unphased, "What if he bucked you? What if you plummeted thousands of feet to the ground?"

"Then I would have plummeted thousands of feet." You say nonchalant as his breath quickens. He clenches his fist tightly as his eyes watch you.

You're so absorbed in your nightly cleaning that you are not cognizant of his shak ik ng fists, of his burning eyes or the words that Reo said echoing through his facial expression.

*"A fiery queen for a fiery king."*

"Fuck." you his as the cloth entangles itself on the stitch on your lip.

Tears burn your eyes as you pull to no avail.

Finally Bakugou can watch you squirm no more. He stalks to you and rips it from your face so gently you almost don't notice. You blink furiously and when you try to argue he interrupts.

"I'm tired of hearing you bitch over such a simple task." He grinds out as he tenderly cares for you wound. You sigh, worried as you watch him, depsite his temper there is just something about him that draws you in.

Something you're going to have to push away if you're going to win this war.

You close your eyes to avoid seeing him and he is so close it makes your cheeks flush.

Which is stupid you two share a bath.

But there is something about the intamicy of caring for a wound.

And one on your face no doubt. You feel his weight shift as the cool cloth leaves your lip. You swear for a moment his breath feels closer, as it mingles with your own. You feel a ghost of his lips before you snap your eyes open to see him turned away reaching for the ointment.

Suddenly you feel stupid as he drags his fingers across your cheek but you keep your eyes open.

This time you take note of how his eyes linger on your lip before his finger drags agonizingly slow over the final stitch.

@ha-tep

[yuri-on-ice-confessions]

Hello my name is yurt katsuki

YURT YOU KNOW WHAT WAS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MIND? YUURI’S FACE ON A GOGURT TUBE. HELP ME

[yuri-on-ice-confessions]

SOMEONE PHOTOSHOP THIS PLEASE

PLEASE I NEED YUURI AS GOGURT RIGHT NOW PLEASE YUUUURRRRT

[bnha-danganronpa-rp]

JJ: *leans into Katsuki*

*He holds you tight and protectively, Soon all of you arrive in Katsuki’s Yurt. He pulls a pair of Pajamas out of his drawer for you.*

Kats: Oi, all of you pair up and get any of your shit that you need to stay here, it’s too goddamn dangerous for you to stay alone.