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It was fucking uncomfortable, to say the least. A shitty veil hanging over his head, a ceremonial blue dress hugging him like a goddamn second skin while his furs covered his shoulders. Gold earrings dangled from his ears and a golden tiara sat atop the veil. Despite the unusual layers of fabric covering him, he felt naked. No sword, no shield, just these dainty shoes instead of his usual combat boots.
"Ugh, relax, you look good actually," Camie remarked, transforming into a male version of herself that eerily resembled the dragon messenger. "And even if you didn't, we can fool them."
"Of fucking course, I look good! But I don't know why the hell I have to leave my other weapons," Bakugou grumbled.
"All of this started because you fought in the land of dragons with your weapons," accused the goddess of love, pointing her finger at his chest. "It's better to leave them in a secure place than go over there and make them suspicious. The goddess of love and beauty doesn't wield any weapons."
"Besides, it's not like you're going to be defenseless, blasty," added Kaminari, twirling his own dress dramatically. "Once he presents with your Girahs, you can use them to fight and escape."
Bakugou shot him a sneer, threatening him with an cackling palm.
"Ah, careful now. You have to act all lovingly and feminine if this is going to work," cautioned Kaminari.
"Shut the fuck up, dunce face!" Bakugou yelled, his hands already sparking with power. He was about to attack his friend when an arm on his shoulder interrupted him.
"Stop that," said Camie, her eyes slightly annoyed "You shouldn't move that much; the veil is gonna fall."
"Yeah, and everybody will see your ugly face," retorted Kaminari. "Wait, he doesn't look like you, even with the veil. Are you sure they're gonna buy it?"
"First of all, I can take all forms," said the goddess, changing from a young man to a woman with copper skin and curvy figure until she finally opted for her preferred appearance—strawberry blond hair, big lips that turned into a smirk. "And all of them are beautiful. Second." She took off the veil from Katsuki, his clothes now looking like a raggedy tunic instead of the beautiful dress he had before. "I enchanted the veil to play an illusion; people will think he is me as long as he wears it. Since you can't see the face, it will be easier, but the illusion can be broken if you don't act the part." She swatted Bakugou on the head while putting the veil back on, and the god of war growled at her.
"Fuck you," Bakugou said.
"Well, I don't really see any difference. Are you sure it's working?" asked Kaminari incredulously.
"Uh, duh," the girl said. "Of course, it isn't going to work on you. We've known each other since our creation, but the dragons haven't met us, not officially anyways. So, they don't know our preferred forms."
"I still don't know why I have to wear this if you are fucking coming anyways," grumbled Bakugou.
"Actually, I'm not." Camie then pulled out what looked like a hand mirror decorated with flowers and a golden handle. "I came here to make sure you won't ruin my reputation, bestie" She handed the mirror to Bakugou. "With this, I can see you, and you can talk to me, with the whole pantheon actually. And," she whispered into his ear "if the dragon king is a nice catch, I wouldn't mind taking a peek, ya' know?"
"Don't. Count. On. It," Bakugou gritted his teeth. Camie only kissed him on the forehead teasingly. "You bitch!"
"You have my blessing. May you find what you need," she said jokingly.
"Aww, no blessing for me? I'm the one who has to keep him in check," said Kaminari, his eyebrows wiggling up and down.
Camie only ruffled his hair while saying her goodbyes. A carriage appeared in front of them, driven by Iida the messenger god, his favorite look being black-haired hulky man with glasses. The god was ready to take them to the land of dragons.
"I have to say, Bakugou," said Iida "I disapprove of your recklessness. This is very dangerous and shouldn't have happened, but I also admire how you are taking full responsibility, as gods like us should."
Kaminari nodded without knowing what he was agreeing on, still playing with the frills of his dress, while the god of war just made a face but stayed quiet regardless. Glasses was right; he had fucked up by letting his gauntlets out of sight, but he wasn't about to agree with him. Just like anything else, he would take charge of his mistakes.
It was a quick ride, surely because they went with the god of travelers. Saying their godbyes, they were recieved by a brood of dragons circuling them.
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The castle balcony offered a breathtaking view of the realm below; his subjects looked up with expectant eyes, their gazes fixed on the heavens for the arrival of the goddess. Kirishima Eijirou, the king of dragons, stood in the midst of it all. His long fiery-red hair flowed like molten lava down his broad, naked back, a vibrant contrast against the heavy, gray sky that loomed over his kingdom.
To an outsider, Kirishima looked like his usual composed demeanor, but those who knew him well could tell the subtle signs of nervousness. The rhythmic flaring of his wings betrayed his calm appearance. His scales shivered on his skin, he could feel the approaching presence of their divine guest—Maborocamie, the goddess of love.
As the sun broke through the clouds, casting a warm glow upon the kingdom, Kirishima's scales shivered with more vibrant energy. The atmosphere shifted, and the once-gray clouds began to take on a shade of red.
Kirishima absentmindedly played with the edges of his lower cape, his reflective gaze meeting his own eyes in the polished scales of the dragon statues that adorned the place. The anticipation was palpable as the dragon king prepared to welcome Maborocamie to his realm, taking a deep breath, he readied himself for the meeting on the square.
This had to work out.
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They were fucking surrounded, his hand itching to release his explosions, but he knew better than that. Acting on impulse would ruin this shitty disguise before he could even say a fucking word. He fucking knew that dragons were intelligent, but humans were also "intelligent" and they still did dumb shit like trying to force themselves on people. Of fucking course, none of these stupid creatures could fucking harm him seriously, but getting into a fight wouldn't help.
"Don't 'blow' our cover, Blasty," whispered Denki. If they weren't in front of the whole fucking dragon realm, he would have punched the hell outta him.
"Maborocamie!" greeted a tall, obese man dressed in ceremonial clothes with a silly smile on his face. "Welcome to Kisomaga! I hope your ride was pleasurable."
"Are you Blood Riot?" Bakugou interjected, eager to finish this nonsense.
"I- No...no, I am not, your...beauty-ness," the man stammered nervously.
"Then shut the fu-" Kaminari punched him lightly, reminding Bakugou to play his part. He grunted "Then show me the way to your king."
"I- Yes...I'm," the man fidgeted with his hands, smiling shyly.
"Mommy, why doesn't she look like a she?" piped a tiny voice.
Bakugou heard everyone gasp at such disrespect, followed by silence at the terror of what the goddess of beauty would do to the child. Kaminari held his hand, trying to calm him, but Bakugou slapped it away and walked towards the infant whose parents were hiding her behind their backs.
"Please, please, I beg you," the mother began trembling, but was silenced by his hand. The child walked towards the god unafraid, curiosity evident on her face. The small girl had brown eyes filled with wonder, a small patch of freckles in the middle of her face and brown hair. Her rosy cheeks up with her smile.
"What's your name, child?" Bakugou asked, taking a knee to be at the same eye level as her.
"Mahoro."
"Mahoro what?" he asked rather aggressively, causing the mother of Mahoro to gasp, tears welling in her eyes. The child was oblivious to the danger of speaking so casually to a goddess.
"Mahoro Shimano," she said. "Why do you look like a boy? I thought you were a girl."
Another gasp from the people, the fat man began to approach while the mother reprimanded her child. Bakugou found it curious how scared they were of the goddess of love. He expected this level of fear from the god of war, but since he was in disguise, it was susprising. He was the goddess of love, of love! Why were people so fucking scared?
"Do you know who I am?" he asked. The mother hugged her child, trying to protect her for whatever reason.
"You are-mommy, I can't speak," the girl said muffled, her mother releasing her. "You are Maborocamie, the goddess of beauty and love."
"Exactly" he said with pride "Now, are flowers pretty?"
"Yeah! Dragon teeth's are my favorite."
"Yeah? You have great fu-fricking taste, mine too," he said, smiling softly. "Do you think stars are pretty?"
"Yeah! I love them! I like watching them when we camp!"
"What about clouds?"
"There are pink ones, purple ones, the orange ones are warm, all are very pretty."
"Yeah, because beauty comes in all forms, you just have to watch," he said. His hands emitted a little of his power in different colors – pink, purple, and orange. The girl squeaked with excitement at the goddess's sparks. "I can take any form, boy, girl, anything in between, and all of them are beautiful"
"Really?"
"I don't lie kid"
"Can I be a boy?"
"If you want to."
"What if I don't like it?"
"Then, you can be a girl, or both, or nothing," he said. "You decide."
"Why are you a boy now?" Mahoro asked.
Bakugou smiled viciously, contemplating how to manipulate the situation with the dragon king. Blood Riot would have to accept this form as his bride, whether he liked it or not, and everyone else would just have to fucking deal with it unless they wanted to die.
"I transformed to your king's likings since I'm his guest," he explained. "This is what he finds beautiful, so I changed into that to better accommodate him."
"Woah, boys find other boys beautiful?"
"Of fu-fricking course."
"And," the girl began fidgeting with her hands, her straightforward attitude changing to one of shyness, "And girls can find other girls beautiful?"
Bakugou smiled.
"I said it before, kid, there's beauty in anything, you can love anything" he added, now looking menacingly at the audience before him. "And anyone who has a problem with it can face my wrath."
The dragons gulped, their eyes almost out of their sockets. However, the parents of Mahoro smiled, the mother mouthing a silent "thank you" to the goddess while bowing.
"Well, that was quite the entrance," a voice remarked from behind him. "Welcome, Goddess Maborocamie."
"He's a boy, so he's a god," the little girl reprimanded, her arms wrapped around his waist. Bakugou snorted, giving a small pat on the girl's arm.
"Good job, kid," he murmured before turning around.
Before him stood a muscular, tall man with red eyes and a big ass scar over his right one. His wide smile revealed pointed teeth,scales adorned cheek and in his forehead rested huge devilish horns. He looked like your average dragon in half form, except for the long, bright red hair spiked away from his head at all angles, he wore baggy black pants and half a cape with a ripped hem on his hips.
"Shitty—"
"Hello! We came as per your request, Blood Riot," Kaminari interjected, the electric god not wanting a war to break out simply because Bakugou was being too rude to the king of the land, a king who still had his gauntlets.
"Chargebolt! You also came?! That's great, the more the merrier," Blood Riot exclaimed, his demeanor jovial despite Bakugou's attitude.
Bakugou eyed Riot suspiciously. The dragon king's demeanor seemed too cheery for someone who had threatened to hold fists against the god of war. His eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation, ready to act at the slightest sign of trouble.
"Where is Monoma?" asked the redhead.
"Who?" replied Bakugou.
"Monoma, I sent him to deliver you my message," the king clarified.
"The dragon? He was kept as collateral," Bakugou said dismissively.
"Why? He is just a messenger," the king looked concerned. Was the bastard so important?
"Then why does it matter why we kept him?" Bakugou retorted.
The king fell silent, as if contemplating his response. His expression betrayed a hint of regret, almost as if he were in pain. The fatman beside him also appeared mournful.
"He is the son of a good friend of mine," the king finally admitted.
The goddess looked at him, or at least that's what it seemed like through the veil.
"Then you better give back what you fucking promised," Bakugou demanded.
They both exchanged confrontational smiles, like rivals preparing to spar. A competitive vibe permeated the atmosphere, causing everyone present to gulp nervously.