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He didn't know where he fucking took them off last time, he couldn't find them anywhere.
He already searched for them at Kaminaris place, knowing that the trickster might thought hiding his gauntlets would be a solid prank. He'd been through this countless times, having to remind dunce face why messing with his gauntlets was a terrible idea.
As a god of war Katsuki was blessed with divine gifts, given away by the highest god of all, Yagi Toshinori. His gauntlets, named Girahs, held a unique place among all the tokens he had, as they were the only tools that allowed him to manage his explosive power; sure, he wasn't entirely powerless without them, he could still wreak havoc, but those objects helped him redirect, contain and sometimes store his godly power.
They were his finest arsenal and the fact that he couldn't find them was pissing him off. The war might've been over, but there were still bastards spread out across the realm, dragons, orcs, and other monsters still giving his humans a hard time.
It was his duty to make sure they stayed safe, to win against those enemies.
He could manage the orcs, being nocturnal creatures they tended to stay hidden on their hideouts only hunting for humans that get too close to their territory. They were big, sure but their fighting style was sloppy, focusing on brute force instead of strategy, altough he could respect that type of sparring, they lacked the thrive for victory, often running away like a bunch of fucking rats when presenting before him.
Dragons though, were a real pain in the ass to fight. Those motherfuckers could turn into humans or massive beasts, some tongues said that they were believed to be the link between humans and gods, with the ability to stay on land or reach the skies, all that divine shit made them a bunch of overpowered pricks. But they weren't humans, they weren't gods, and they sure as hell weren't animals either.
They were smart, powerful and resilient since they had been blessed by the sun or some shit. Some claimed they were guardians sent by Yagi to watch over the world and protect nature, the light to guide them across darkness, however you couldn't trust those scaly bastards, some of them still clung to their primal instincts, feasting on and sacrificing humans, trying to steal their treasures.
Then there was the top dog of them all, the king of dragons, Kirishima Eijirou. Bakugou had never had the pleasure of facing that unbreakable son of a bitch, but he'd heard the rumors. Apparently, his unbreakable skin harder than diamonds could take a beating, even from Bakugou's explosive power. The thought of going head to head with that asshole was itching at the back of his mind, yet with the war over, he couldn't just pick a fight, specially without his gauntlets.
The first order of business was finding those shits and then, maybe, he could get back to blowing stuff up.
"Do you remember the last time you saw them?" said Camie, she had taken on the appearance of a young, slim woman with strawberry blond hair and luscious lips. Camie and Bakugou were constantly at each other's throats, but beneath the banter, they held a mutual respect and friendship. Bakugou appreciated Camie's cheeky antics, often adopting the forms of other gods just to pull off some amusing faces.
Camie, with a love for gossip, couldn't resist the opportunity when she heard that Bakugou was on the hunt for his gauntlets. She came running to his realm, eager to be the first to hear the tale of how the god of war managed to lose his sacred objects.
The air crackled with tension as Bakugou scowled at her. "Why the hell do you care?" he grumbled, his explosive demeanor not waning even in the presence of the goddess of love.
"Oh, come on, Katsuki! Spill the deets! I can't pass up a juicy story, especially when it involves the mighty god of war losing his precious gauntlets," Camie teased, her form shifting playfully as she circled Bakugou. The goddess's love for drama and mischief was as boundless as Bakugou's fiery temperament, making their interactions a spectacle for any celestial onlookers.
"Fuck you!" spat Bakugou, his frustration palpable as he strained to recall the last time he had laid eyes on his precious weapons. It was this morning, just after a battle with the lads from the dragon kingdom. One of those bastards had kidnapped a local princess from a kingdom he had blessed. So, naturally, he did the godly thing and laid waste to the culprits, rescuing the damsel in distress.
After heroically returning the princess to her home, Bakugou found himself in an unexpected predicament. The king, overwhelmed with gratitude, offered him tribute in the form of a damn party, with all the soldiers in attendance. They celebrated the visit of their god, showering him with praise and thanks for his blessings. And why the hell not? After all, he had just saved their sorry asses. But in the midst of the festivities and endless worship, his focus had shifted to his prized gauntlets, which were nowhere to be found.
His eyes opened with the realization.
They were in dragon lands.
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Kisomaga, land of the dragons, a kingdom governed by the unbreakable Kirishima Eijirou, a colossal red dragon, whose scales hard as diamonds were well known across the realm. Every creature in the wolrd knew of the king's ferocity, and his reign brought prosperity to his kingdom.
The land prospered under his ruling, with the war between the dragons and humans over, his people could finally live a normal life. Yet despite the tranquility, there was a longing; sure, he had good friends, he was loved by his subjects and his empire was prospering but, he wanted a special someone who he could share this life, he yearned for someone to get him.
His appearence wasn't one that typically drew admirers from a dragon perspective. His spikey long red hair the only thing he liked about himself, however, his long fangs covered the entirity of his mouth, the ugly big scar over his right eyelid, claws for nails and patches of red scales as if they were cits scatered across his arms, forehead and back were not exactly features that made hearts flutter. He knew that he wasn't attractive and he wouldn't be a most requested bachelor, but oh, how he wanted love, a partner that could be his equal in every sense of the word, he yearned for a mate who would appreciate him for the dragon he was.
As he walked through the outer lands of his realm a peculiar light bothered his eyes, it was an itch he couldn't ignore. Bending down to investigate, he uncovered the thing-a hand, or at least something that looked like a mechanical hand sticking out of the ground, he decided to dig further, wondering if this was one of the so many human inventions he had seen the past war.
Little did he know that object would give him exactly what he yearned.
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"Wait, in the realm of the dragons?" questioned Camie, her carefree demeanor shifted to concern. If those gauntlets ended up in dragon hands it could trigger another war. The potential for the king of dragons to use those gauntlets meant devastation – a force capable of challenging even the gods, bringing misery to all creatures.
Bakugou remained silent, realizing his grave error.
"Maybe....Maybe they're still there! Maybe we can—" Camie's words halted abruptly, interrupted by a sudden cough from across the room.
Before them stood a young-looking man with slick, parted blond hair, bangs over his forehead. He had blue eyes, and at first glance, he might have appeared human if not for his white pupils. A dragon was before them, a strong one judging by his ability to locate the realm of gods.
"How the fuck did you come in?"
"I came to deliver a message," said the blond dragon, his wings appearing behind him. "My name is Monoma Neito, and I—"
"SHUT UP!" bellowed Bakugou. "What the actual fuck? Why would Bondo let you—"
"Your words can't extinguish the radiant glow of Neito Monoma! You barbarian—"
With just one glare from Bakugou, their new guest clamped his mouth shut. The danger in the air was palpable-it was the first time Neito felt like prey. He could sense the risk of insulting a god on his own realm and to make matters worse, it was the god of war himself. The god of murder, as people called him. Neito might be arrogantly proud, but he wasn't stupid. He understood the dangers of provoking such a god, especially one with such reputation, he had no intention of tempting fate.
"Listen up, Googles, I know you're watching!" bellowed Bakugou. "Your little trinket, 'Bondo,' is fucking broken – a stupid dragon just barged in."
Monoma bit his lips, resisting the urge to make a snarky retort at being called stupid. This god was infuriating, but more than annoying, he was downright scary. He needed to be careful if he wanted to live.
"Actually, I think he was let in..." said the goddess. "Speak your purpose here, dragon."
Usually, Monoma would've rolled his eyes at being talked to in such dismissive way, but the sheer beauty before him left him momentarily speechless. Suddenly shy and self-conscious of his ragged appearance, even though he always wore good clothes, standing in front of this goddess made him feel like anything he put on would look like a sack of potatoes compared to her presence.
"For fucks sake, pay attention, you shitty prick!" shouted the god of war, his eyes glowing fiery red. "Say what you have to say and then go die."
Snapped out of his trance, the dragon glared at Bakugou with narrowed eyes, but coughed, putting himself together, and began speaking.
"I'm Monoma Neito, a member of the Council of Kisomaga, son of—"
"Get to the point, lizard face!"
Monoma made a face but continued, "I come in the name of my king, Blood Riot." He paused, expecting a look of awe or perhaps horror, but only saw indifference. "The great and fearsome Blood Riot, whose enemies fled with—"
"You clearly are here to waste my time," Bakugou interrupted, his hands now sparking with power, making the dragon flinch. "Should I fucking dismiss you?"
"Ha! Blood Riot has your gauntlets!" Monoma shouted. "If something happens to me, my king will bring havoc to you gods!"
"Good! I want a glorious fight," retorted Bakugou. "I can send your bloody body to Blood Riot as a message."
The smile vanished from Monoma's face, sensing the imminent danger. Of course, the god of war would relish the prospect of war. It was his territory, after all.
"So, what does your so-called king want for the gauntlets?" said Camie, casually inspecting her nails. "Maybe he only wants his messenger unharmed. Should we keep you as collateral until those gauntlets are here?"
"N-No... your... goddess, what my king wants is something simple..." he stammered. "You see, my king is lonely. His fearful reputation and scary appearance aren't exactly attracting suitors. So," a mischievous smile spread across his face, "he wants to take the hand of the goddess of love, Maborocamie. Since she is the only one who can love such a beast, if the gods don't want to witness the destruction a dragon can unleash with divine gifts, then she will accept being Blood Riot's bride."
Monoma looked at the eyes of the gods for the first time with a smug expression. He knew the gods didn't want a war -Dynamight being the exception- and he understood that a dragon, let alone the king of dragons with godly weapons, could be devastating. The gods could be in harm's way if they didn't comply.
"Do you really expect me to take his hand after all your talk of his ugly looks?" Camie let out a sarcastic laugh. "If he's so desperate to be loved, then he'll be smart and give the gauntlets back, or I'll curse—" She was interrupted by the god of war standing up. He walked calmly towards the messenger, his face unreadable. Monoma could feel his heart in his throat but refused to lower his stare. He was afraid but determined to face whatever was to come.
When the god raised his open palm towards Neito, the messenger flinched.
"We'll go."
A flash of yellow blinded Monoma until everything went dark.
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"We'll go? Don't you mean 'I'll go'?" said the godesss of love with a raised eyebrow.
Bakugou undeterred, pressed on "Look, we can fool that bastard—"
"We?!"
"We! We can go to the dragon realm, trick him until he spills where the gauntlets are, then we kick ass and flee."
"I'm not going to marry him for your reckless nature."
"They kidnapped their princess."
"Fine, your distracted nature."
"You are not going to marry him; you'll only be bait."
"Like that's any better," Camie laughed. "What will you do when the Dragon King sees your antics? What will you do if he threatens us with the gauntlets and marries me anyway?"
"I'll burn the whole place to the fucking ground," said Bakugou, his voice serious.
"He is fireproof, you idiot."
"What the hell would you have me do?" said Katsuki, tired. "Do you want another war? More people dying and them at the verge of winning. You and I know what happens when you kill a god! My gauntlets are capable of that shit, and the dragon king can and will do it if we don't fool him."
"You are the god of war; go win the war."
"I'm not just war and you fucking know it" he said slightly hurt, then coughed a little "This is strategy, with this we can win"
"And screw me over, right?" she said, her eyes growing desperate.
"Do you have a better fucking idea?" said the god.
"I don't want to do this; I will not pay for your mistakes. You better find a better solution or are you useless to even do that?" she said as a final word. They both looked at each other, Bakugou with a grimace on his face. Then, he sighed.
"What, you want me to put on a pretty dress and marry him myself?"
Camie smiled slowly, watching him with mischief.