katsuki bakugou | 2

Winter has swept across Otheon in a storm, the traditional, palace-like architecture of the Bakugo estate more expansive than ever. Servants, generals, and soldiers alike flitting about.
Curved roofs collect bountiful sheets of snow, the ground blanketed a winter wonderland. Dragons are kept in the stables, kept warm by a constantly lit fire servants are sent to relight every five hours.

As for those inside the estate, namely the Queen, you occupy the most expansive of the rooms, paper of the fusuma door decorated in crimson lettering and colorful patterns. Tatami mats occupy the floors, a custom on the far side you lie upon, fast asleep. Messy hair splays across a pillow—lime without the company of your husband who currently occupies matters of the empire with Eijirou Kirishima, his head general.

And yet, these past months, a blessing has arisen in the estate, leading to greater doting (as if Bakugo wasn’t already protective) in the midst of the frigid month.

Because, swaddled in a warm, maternity kimono, a baby bump resides, pudging against your careful layers.

“The hell that’s s’posed to mean?”

Katsuki Bakugo growls, his heavy, fur-boot clad footsteps audible from miles away across creaking floors, Kirishima feebly trying to explain what the official from the Todoroki kingdom was “gawking about” (Bakugo’s words) just earlier. Grand, most powerful of the dragons occupy the snow outside, quickly tended to by nervous servants.

Bakugo Katsuki serves as Otheon's notorious barbarian king, and yet, he's the weakest of all for one person solely. Even after having plentiful blood spatter across his face from conquering and establishing his power with the help of a trusted general of his, Kirishima Eijirou, you are the sole person he'd stop it all for. Ash blonde hair in spiky tufts and crimson eyes, sharp and calculating, are constantly on you-his wife. And, although he'd never admit, he's smitten beyond words