Fantasy Bakugou x Reader

Chapter 27

"ҒҴҪҜ өҒҒ."

"Ԁөҋ't ҒҴҪҜЇҋԌ tДℓҜ tө ӍЄ tӉДt ѠДҰ."

"Ї ЅДЇԀ ҒҴ-"

Bakugous voice was cut off with a smack to the face, staggering back a few feet as he growled at the woman in front of him. She stood proudly, unwavered by the way he spoke so harshly to her, until her eyes trailed to meet your (E/C) ones. She smiled and softened, shoving Bakugou out of the way as she moved closer and crouched down to your eye level.

"ҰөҴ ҏЯөБДБℓҰ ҪДҋ't ҴҋԀЄЯЅtДҋԀ ӍЄ, БҴt Ї'Ӎ ЅөЯЯҰ ҰөҴ'ѴЄ ӉДԀ tө ҏҴt Ҵҏ ѠЇtӉ ӍҰ Ѕөҋ. ӉЄ ҪДҋ БЄ Д ЯЄДℓ ҏДЇҋ Їҋ tӉЄ ДЅЅ."

"ӍөӍ!!"

Bakugou groaned as the woman pulled out a small knife and cut away the ropes that bound your wrists, standing back up and pulling you to your feet. You swallowed any nerves and glanced at Bakugou quickly, before bowing to the woman.

"ӍҰ naӍЄ ЇЅ (Ғ/ҋ)...Ї aӍ, ҒЯoӍ ЄԌaБҰ. Ї aӍ tЯaѴЄℓℓЇnԌ, anԀ Їn ℓov-"

The prince immediately swooped in and slapped his hand over your mouth, making you whimper from hitting your bruising cheek. The woman's eyes widened for a moment, stopping herself from saying anything with a quiet cough. Bakugou gritted his teeth into a smile, his eye twitching as he tried to ignore his mother's gaze.

"ЅӉ-ЅӉЄ ӍҴЅt'ѴЄ ҏЇҪҜЄԀ Ҵҏ ЅөӍЄ ѠөЯԀЅ ҒЯөӍ ӍҰ ҪөҋѴЄЯЅДtЇөҋЅ ѠЇtӉ ҜЇЯЇЅӉЇӍД. БҴt ЅӉЄ ԀөЄЅҋ't ҜҋөѠ ѠӉДt ЅӉЄ'Ѕ ЅДҰЇҋԌ."

The womans laugh felt forced as she rolled her eyes, smacking Bakugou on the forehead again and pushing him away from you. She sat down on the side of the bed and patted next to her, waiting as you reluctantly sat down next to her. Bakugou went to object, but she yelled at him, pointing to the front of the tent.

"Ԍө ӍДҜЄ tЄД ЯЇԌӉt ҋөѠ. Їt'Ѕ ҏЯөБДБℓҰ БЄЄҋ ԀДҰЅ ЅЇҋҪЄ ЅӉЄ ӉДԀ ДҋҰtӉЇҋԌ ԌөөԀ. Ї БЄt ҰөҴ ЅtДЯѴЄԀ ӉЄЯ."

A quiet growl came from the boys throat, but he went anyway, mumbling plenty of curse words under his breath as he stepped away. The woman smiled at you again and held one of your hands in both of hers, her voice softer and melodic as she spoke to you.

"(Ғ/ҋ) ЇЅ Д БЄДҴtЇҒҴℓ ҋДӍЄ, ДҋԀ Ї'Ӎ ӉДҏҏҰ tө ӉДѴЄ ҰөҴ Їҋ ӍҰ ҜЇҋԌԀөӍ. Ї ДӍ ӍЇtЅҴҜЇ, Ї ℓЄДԀ tӉЄ ӍЇЯДԌ ѠЇtӉ ӍҰ ӉҴЅБДҋԀ, ДҋԀ ҜДtЅҴҜЇ ЇЅ ӍҰ ДЯЯөԌДҋt Ѕөҋ."

"Ї ҪДҋ ҒҴҪҜЇҋԌ ӉЄЯЄ ҰөҴ."

"ԌөөԀ!"

You chuckled nervously and repeated what you could gather in your head. Her name was Mitsuki, something about your name, something about Mirag, and something about Bakugou-

"tӉДҋҜ ҰөҴ, Ғ-ҒөЯ ӉДѴЇҋԌ ӍЄ."

The woman smiled wider and cupped your cheek, gently brushing the bruising skin as you tried not to wince.

"ҰөҴЯ ӍЇЯДԌ ҪөҴℓԀ ҴЅЄ ЅөӍЄ ѠөЯҜ, БҴt Їt ЇЅҋ't БДԀ ҒөЯ Д ҒөЯЄЇԌҋЄЯ. БДҜҴԌөҴ ӍҴЅt'ѴЄ БЄЄҋ tЄДҪӉЇҋԌ ҰөҴ, ӉЄ'Ѕ ЅӍДЯt, БҴt ҋөt ЄҋөҴԌӉ tө tЄДҪӉ ЅөӍЄөҋЄ Д ℓДҋԌҴДԌЄ."

"ԌДӉ, ҪҴt Їt өҴt ҰөҴ өℓԀ ӉДԌ."

Bakugou came back over with a small wooden plate, holding three hand decorated cups. Mitsuki handed you one, taking her own, and then waved Bakugou away as if he were a servant. The prince frowned and his eye twitched again, muttering again and sitting down on the floor with his own cup. You inhaled the steam from the liquid inside, humming quietly at the scent. It was calming, almost medicinal, like something you would've made at home when you were sick. Sipping it slowly, the drink instantly made your body relax, the warmth spreading across your body.