BNHA/MHA Scenarios + Headcanons

Fantasy! Bakugou x Reader final part

The months after your King's unplanned announcement of your formerly secret relationship passed quicker than you expected. Your role within the castle remained the same - attending formal meetings, taking extensive notes on boring subjects, and overall making sure the inner workings of the castle and kingdom ran smoothly outside of Bakugou's own responsibilities.

The main difference now was that you no longer had to tiptoe around in the silent shadows of the night as he invited you into his chambers; instead you woke to the smell of burnt caramel and polished wood and silk sheets, wrapped tightly in his arms as the sun crept up slowly through the large bay window overlooking the kingdom. You couldn't help but smile.

Although most within the kingdom came to accept your revealed relationship, others blatantly accused you of gaining his favor in order to steal power for yourself, or admonished the King for choosing someone as "lowly" and "unrefined" as yourself. You didn't come from nobility, but Bakugou was even farther removed from that lifestyle than yourself considering his upbringing among dragonfolk, far away from the constraints and laws governed by most cities. He fought his way to the top and honestly had no care for politics, which is why he left most of the planning and paperwork to you: someone he could trust with such important matters. It was an honor to serve him, and you did so willingly and studiously. You were excellent at your job, and your love for your King held no bearing on your duties.

However, Bakugou did not handle words spoken ill of you as well as you did. You grew used to hushed whispers and untrue rumors spoken in seedy taverns. You knew what people talked of when their backs turned as you walked past. He, on the other hand, grew angry.

"Wretched morons, they don't know what they speak about. How does it not piss you off?" he growled out, pacing in his bedchambers with you standing at attention nearby. You merely shrugged at his question.

"They do not know me just as some still do not know you. Assumptions and rumors hold no bearing to me for they do not know the truth." Bakugou huffed through his nose before staring at you with those ruby eyes that softened only for you.

"You are more level-headed than I am." Walking over to you he grabbed you hand, leading you to the large sunlit window. It had the best view from the castle of the kingdom, overlooking the shops and streets and homes below before transitioning into faraway forests and greenery. "This is as much yours as it is mine, but they do not see it. Let's fix that."

Of all the things you thought he might suggest, your hand in marriage was not one of them. Sure, your relationship was no longer a secret, but from the way he reacted towards past suitors you'd assumed marriage overall wasn't something he cared much for. He never stopped surprising you, though.

An extravagant ball and ceremony was not what either of you wanted, deciding to keep it far more low-key. Gold and jewels and pompous displays of wealth did not suit your King who grew up in forests and lived off meat he captured himself. For that reason it was decided that it would be held outdoors, and he would invite whomever he wished - including dragonfolk.

People grew nervous at this announcement, but he didn't care. You knew he wouldn't invite intentional danger into the kingdom so you weren't worried...no, you were honestly far more interested in knowing a very specific red-haired dragon Bakugou talked of often.

On the day of the wedding the entire town grew restless as unknown visitors filed in through the streets. Bakugou did not invite outsiders to this event, not giving a damn if other kingdoms grew angry. This was his - and your - wedding to celebrate, and he would not have anyone there who might cause a scene or ruin a single moment.

You watched as Bakugou greeted his friend whom you recognized immediately from the physical description: sharp teeth and hair the color of blazing fire. Despite his rough appearance he was extremely friendly and wished you both enthusiastic congratulations.

Though the decorations were minimal, you thought it was beautiful. It felt secluded and special, created just for the two of you to enjoy despite the large crowds of townsfolk and castle employees in attendance.

Your almost-husband was a man of few words and instead relied on actions to convey what he wanted to say. When it came time for the vows his own were short and touching and strong. Your ears shut out every other whisper, every flap of embellished flags highlighting the perimeter, every sniffle Kirishima let loose at his best friend's public confession. You only heard Bakugou, for your King was all that mattered to you in that moment.

As soon as the last necessary word was spoken, he pulled you forward and, without another care in the world, kissed you in front of thousands. It was like he was kissing you for the very first time once more, full of passion and longing as his heart thumped wildly in both your chests at the thunderous applause of the crowd.

The celebration afterwards was wild and full of heavy drink and laughter, and his ruby eyes always shifted back over to you despite the pull of attention from everyone else.

King Bakugou now shared his throne with you - equal weight, equal responsibility, equal love for the kingdom - and no one could ever say otherwise.