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holding out (just for you) [3] || katsuki b.

pairing: dragon!bakugo katsuki x reader

word count: 12.9k+

mentions: female reader, fantasy au, near death experience, descriptions of injuries (blood, some light gore, nausea, poisoning wrt reader), not completely revised akhdfg, aged up chars (24+), sfw, second pov, part of the bnha big bang collab!

with art drawn by the talented @your-fellow-passerine!! here is a link to the original post (give it some love!!!!) <33

side note: there had been some confusion wrt the ending of ch2 when i had posted it so im here to say that bkg did not leave LOL.

masterlist part two

You had a feeling for a while now that Bakugo didn’t like being indebted to you. 

You picked it up from some of his more subtle mannerisms whenever you brought him food or spent hours on end healing him. You didn’t mind, you really didn’t, and you tried telling him as much. But well, if there was one thing you learned about him over all these months, it was that he was a stubborn bastard (and he knew that, too). He could be grumpy all he wanted, though—it wasn’t like you were going to stop.

One day, you were just finishing up on healing the wound near his eye when he decided to puff a small bit of smoke directly into your face. Your nose scrunched slightly as you waved away the cloud with a hand and looked into his eye expectantly. He was lucky his smoke smelled kind of good; you don’t think you would have tolerated him doing it so often if it didn’t. “Need something?”

He made a deep rumble and lifted his head up, your hands dropping away from it as he jerked his chin towards his back. You looked at it curiously. “Oh, do you want me to heal—” 

He cut you off with a light growl and shake of his head. You could only watch him dumbly, not quite understanding even as he appeared to get a bit irritated. He gestured to his back again and gave his wings a little flap, then looked pointedly down at you with another huff. 

“Oh!” You brightened as his actions seemed to click together in your head. “You wanna go somewhere?” He let out a snort and lowered his head to give you a gentle nudge with the tip of his nose. “With me?” A puff of caramel-scented smoke and quick nod was all the confirmation you needed. “Sure, we’ve got time.” The sun wouldn’t set for a while. You stepped around him to tug on your bag and head over to his back, your eyes moving to look for somewhere you could sit atop him. It wouldn’t be an issue if he didn’t have all those spikes in the way. 

Just as the thought crossed your mind, though, Bakugo lowered himself closer to the ground. After a short moment that had you raising an eyebrow at him, he retracted his spikes completely into his body. You stared at his smooth back for a second, then looked at him with bewilderment painted across your features. He avoided your gaze a bit, then flicked his eyes towards you. “Wow! Since when could you do that?!” He only snorted as a response. 

It took a bit of shimmying to crawl your way up Bakugo’s back—his scales were warm like an hearth under your palms and slightly slippery as though coated in a light layer of oil—but you eventually managed to nestle yourself in the crook where his neck met his back. Your legs dangled down from the sides of his neck in a way that reminded you of riding a horse—except your thighs were forced to spread apart much wider. You were going to be sore as all hell tomorrow.  

You rested your hands lightly on his neck in front of you and looked up to see him peering back at you, one slitted, crimson eye sharply trained on your form. You gave him a thumbs up, doing your best to ignore the butterflies fluttering away in your stomach. Were you really about to do this? “Ready!” You guessed you were.

Bakugo chuffed and turned back around as the muscles in his back rolled beneath you. It was an entirely different experience being on top of him as he prepared to take off. Part of you kind of preferred to be on the ground—watching—instead. Your heart shot up to your throat when his wings gave two massive flaps somewhere behind you, and you leaned forward to wrap your arms around his thick neck as much as you could, practically cementing your body against him. 

“Ohhh my goddd,” you choked out, holding on for dear life as he leapt up into the air in a sudden, quick motion and flew up, and up, and up. Your stomach lurched, your hair whipped around sporadically. You almost didn’t want to look down, but you did, and you gaped in amazement as the clearing got smaller and smaller. The forest turned into an indecipherable ocean of green and if you looked to your left, you could see the small houses and buildings that made up Yuuei. 

Bakugo eventually leveled off and started heading in the direction of Mount Kamino. Since his movements were less rocky than they were while he was climbing up into the air, you were able to somewhat let go of his neck to sit yourself up. The wind pushed your hair back and stung at your eyes from being this high, but it wasn’t unbearable. You breathed in deeply, the crisp air filling your lungs, then exhaled it all in a relieved sigh. The warmth of the gleaming sun to your left and the coolness of being at this altitude contrasted against each other, but you felt nothing but the heat radiating from the dragon beneath you.

You stared around in wonder, the vast expanse of blue that stretched on until it reached the silver lining of the horizon. You felt like you could get lost in all that blue, unable to tell left from right or forward from backward. The thought made you suppress a small shiver and you turned your attention to the puffy, white clouds that Bakugo soared by—you couldn’t help but reach out to them, humorously imagining that you could just snatch a chunk off to hold in your hand. 

If you peeked down at the Earth, you could see the moment when the grey of Mount Kamino met the thick forest that surrounded it. Some distance away, you could see Lake Might—a mirror in the ground that felt like a portal to another universe. That you could fall through and end up in another sky not unlike this one. Your eyes moved to skim over the face of the mountain, locating a familiar dark cave atop an equally as familiar slope.

You felt, more than heard, the rumble that quaked through Bakugo’s chest. You raised your head to look at him; he’d turned his head slightly to peer at you from the corner of a glowing, ruby eye. 

“This is amazing!” You laughed out, a silly grin on your slowly numbing face. He snorted and returned his gaze to the front. Where you both were going, you didn’t know, but you trusted him.

You got so lost in watching the green ground pass below you—the way Bakugo’s shadow drifted across the clouds he soared above—that when he started to decelerate and tilted himself downwards, you blinked in surprise. There was a large clearing atop a plateau that he circled around once before he dropped himself down onto it in a smooth landing. You hardly felt yourself get jostled around. He puffed out some smoke and crouched his legs so you could slide off his back, your thighs only slightly sore for now. 

You straightened out your clothes and looked around to see where he’d taken you. It really was just a regular clearing. You wandered away from him and crouched down by a flower sticking out from tall blades of grass. A familiar, cerulean-colored flower, with petals shaped in the form of a star and leaves that reminded you of the hearts Denki would sometimes doodle on the sides of your drink containers. Your jaw dropped open. 

“Zeniths!” you exclaimed as you picked said flower and jumped to your feet so you could spin around to face Bakugo. He was watching you quietly, his eyes flicking down to the Zenith as you scurried closer to him to brandish it eagerly. “You found a clearing!! Shit, look at all this!” You waved your hand out at the seemingly endless field covered in cerulean flowers. “This is enough to last me years!” You turned back to look at him with a wide smile that made the apples of your cheeks hurt. “Thank you! Truly.”

For a moment, all he did was stare down at you. Then he snorted out some smoke into your face and turned his head to look away in a random direction. You only laughed at his reaction and jogged off to start collecting as many Zeniths as you could. You’d have to remember where this clearing was for the future—maybe you could come back on your own.

You took your time to carefully pluck and bundle the Zeniths, wrapping their stems together with string so you could stash them in your bag. At one point, you looked around to see what Bakugo was up to and saw that he’d taken to the skies again—you hadn’t even noticed when he’d lifted off, so absorbed in your work. He was steadily circling around the plateau, clearly enjoying himself, in his own way. 

You wandered over to a particularly rough, bumpy, patch of the plateau and knelt down to gather the Zeniths there. But you paused, for a short second, as you felt a faint tremor through the soles of your shoes. You slowly stood up and waited to see if there would be another, your eyes latched onto the gently swaying grass and flowers below you. One second, two seconds—a faint shake. Three seconds, four seconds. The ground shifted. You furrowed your eyebrows.

And then the Earth erupted beneath your feet.

You let out a yelp as you tumbled backwards onto the grass and dirt, your brain not fully processing what was happening. Your reflexes kicked into overdrive when you noticed a large, dark shadow shoot towards your disoriented form, and you were just barely able to toss yourself to the side to avoid it. A large jaw snapped near your head, missing it by inches. You rolled, heart picking up a frantic beat when you heard a low, raspy hissing. From your periphery, something grey and scaley—covered with flecks of brown and green—gyrated at your side and sunk back into the ground. You stared at where it had disappeared, the Earth a mess of overturned soil that quivered for a second before it stilled. 

You swallowed thickly, breaths bated, and slowly picked yourself up from the ground. You kept your eyes locked on the area around you. And you listened. And you waited. You were scared to take a further step for fear of disturbing the odd silence that had befallen the field, but you forced yourself to slowly inch away from your spot. You licked at your dry lips, a foreboding feeling settling in your chest. Your fingers trembled into fists.

This time, when the ground exploded in a monstrous plume of dirt and grass, you let out a piercing scream and whipped yourself around so you could run. 

Keep your gaze low, you panicked to yourself as you pumped your legs as fast as you could. The terra basilisk let out a hiss that you could hear over your palpitating heart. Its large shadow lunged towards you again. You yelped and dove to the side, a pain bursting along your upper right arm as your hands scraped against rock and rough patches of soil. Still, you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t. You scrambled up and sprinted off towards some trees you could see in the distance, not giving yourself the time to rest for fear of what would become of you if you did. 

You could hear the way the basilisk snaked across the ground after you, the way it dove deep into the soil once more to leave you for a terrifyingly quiet minute. The ground shook minutely behind you, before all went still. You didn’t dare look back to see where it was, keeping your eyes locked on a point in front of you. A crisp pain was starting to manifest itself in your side, just under your ribs. Your breaths came out in quick gasps. 

Still, you ran. 

A column of dirt burst forth into the air to your right. You yelped and ducked down as you lunged to the left to avoid the dark, snapping maw that descended upon your head like the hand of death itself. But just as you pivoted to sprint in a direction opposite of the hole the basilisk had emerged from, your foot slipped on something—made it twist sharply and suddenly. You barely had time to throw out your hands to catch yourself as you went plunging towards the grass. Before you could hit the ground, however, something slammed into your side. 

Hard. 

It threw off your momentum—knocked you into the air—a choked gasp leaving your chapped lips as you soared blindly in a direction you couldn’t make out. Your hair whipped around your face, your eyes scrunched closed as though to brace yourself. You hit the ground with a rough thud and rolled through grass and dirt that tangled around your hair and limbs. Sticks and stones scratched at your clothes, your skin. Your head swam with the motion of skidding across the Earth in a seemingly never-ending whirlwind. A rough grunt escaped your mouth when you finally, finally, felt your back collide with something rough. It forced the wind right out of you—caused a throbbing pain to radiate across your torso. You crumpled into a heap, the energy sapped out of you like a sponge wrung dry.

And through the pounding of your heart in your ears, you heard a thundering, soul-encompassing, roar. 

It reverberated through your very bones, sunk deep into your chest and made your heart skip a beat. You could barely even move. The hammering in your head, along your back, was debilitating. Your lips trembled with the pained groans you wanted to release. The dirt felt cool against your overheating cheeks. You kept your eyes shut tightly, unwilling to look up for fear of meeting the yellowed eyes of the basilisk. All you could do was curl into a ball and listen to the snarls and growls in the near distance. Feel a sudden, sweltering heat that washed along your exposed skin—accompanied by a deep, deep rumble. You bit at the inside of your cheek and pressed your forehead further into the Earth in the hopes that it would swallow you whole.

A shrieking hiss. A vicious snarl. The sound of flesh tearing apart. The steady flapping of large wings that got fainter and fainter and fainter, until all you could hear was the gentle rustling of leaves above you. Peaceful, almost, in a way that made you feel sick. Grass tickled at your neck. Your back throbbed at the slightest of movements.

In the far, far distance, there was a faint crack that was followed by the shrill chirps and caws of birds as they fluttered up into the sky. 

You don’t know how long you lay there, your consciousness flickering in and out like a candle fighting to stay lit in a storm. Your eyes fluttered as you struggled desperately against the encroaching darkness that threatened to pull you under. Eventually, you were jolted awake by a thud somewhere near you that you could feel through the ground. For a moment, your heart stuttered in your chest, worried that the creature behind the impact was one with grey, scaly skin and yellow eyes. But then something gently nudged at your right side. Hot air fanned out over your body, ruffling your hair. There was a familiar, quiet rumbling sound that only became more insistent when you didn’t move. 

You released the groan you’d been choking on and started to shift so you could push yourself up. Your back immediately protested, practically screaming at you to lay down once more. But you couldn’t—you knew you couldn’t, no matter how much you wanted to close your eyes and simply rest. You needed to check the stinging pain you felt on your upper arm, the tenderness in your ankle.  

With muscles tenser than you’d ever felt them before, you propped yourself up on your palms and moved your legs until you were in a crawling position. You blinked hazily down at the dirt and grass beneath you, your chest moving as you took slow, steady breaths in the hopes that they would get rid of the spots of black that lingered across your vision. Bakugo let out a chuff near your head and nudged you again until you shifted, painstakingly slow. God, everything hurts. 

You managed to sit yourself up and lean back against the tree you’d slammed into, your legs extended before you. Just doing that simple action made your head swing dangerously. Inhale, then exhale. You shivered at the gentle breeze that drifted through the air. You closed your eyes for a second, then reopened them to gaze blearily up at Bakugo hovering in front of you. Worried, it seemed, if the way he was chuffing close to your face was any indication. Something dark burgundy was smeared across his mouth, coated his fangs. You swallowed thickly and forced down the sudden nausea you felt crawling up your throat. Bakugo watched you carefully for a moment, then his pink tongue darted out to lick at his maw in a quick motion. You let out a quiet sigh. 

“Did it nick you?” you croaked out once your nerves had settled, your tongue like lead in your mouth. Bakugo huffed out his irritation and nudged your shoulder pointedly. You let out a weak laugh. “Yeah, I should… focus on myself, huh?” Your left hand reached across your chest to press your palm against the stinging part of your upper arm. When you pulled it away, it was coated in crimson—though it was much darker than you’d expected it to be. And when you turned your head in an attempt to peer at the wound, you saw that it was tinged with an inky black. Your stomach dropped. No wonder you were feeling so lightheaded and clammy. 

“Fuck, it got me,” you rasped and pressed the back of your hand to your forehead. It felt warm. You needed to do something, and you needed to do it fast. Bakugo made a low whine as your eyes darted around the grass surrounding you. There were a few Zeniths swaying lazily back and forth a few feet to your left. Perfect. You took a deep breath to brace yourself, then shifted back onto your knees so you could crawl closer to the cerulean flowers. Your back pulsed hotly—you winced and struggled to push through the pain for the brief seconds it took you to reach out and snatch them up in a clumsy hand. 

Bakugo followed you with his head, puffing near your body as he kept an eye on you. The light around you was starting to… look strange. Almost like you were underwater. That couldn’t be good. You sat on your calves and promptly stuffed the Zeniths into your mouth, your jaw working furiously as you chewed them into a paste. It wasn’t the best method of execution to get them to the state you needed, but well, it would have to do. They tasted like… nothing, really. Maybe the vague hint of something that reminded you of honeydew.

You were lucky—really fucking lucky—that you were surrounded by the right flora to aid in healing your injuries and slowing down the spread of the basilisk poison. You dared not ruminate on the dark implications of the plateau housing other… less useful plants. 

You did your best to wipe the blood on your palm on the grass near your knees. There was no time to waste—you couldn’t spare the minutes it would take to get your arm to stop bleeding. As you spat the murky green mush in your mouth onto your left hand and smoothed it roughly over the gash on your upper arm, you felt Bakugo insistently nudge the side of your head. The puffs of air from his nostrils fanned gently against your cheek and tickled your neck. You glanced over to him with an inquisitive hum. Once your attention was on him, he lowered his head so he could nose at the hand clutching at your arm, pointedly huffing at it. His scales felt cool, almost, against your hot skin. That definitely couldn’t be good. 

“What?” you asked confusedly when Bakugo continued his actions. He let out a low rumble and nudged a bit harder at your hand, but you were lost as to what he was trying to say. “I don’t…” you trailed off, blinking heavily at him. You felt tired. You didn’t have the time for this. Bakugo huffed out his irritation and lifted his head away from you so you could see the white glow of his fire at the base of his neck. But instead of releasing it, he let the glow fade and exhaled a cloud of dark smoke. He then leaned towards you again so he could nose at your hands. 

“Your… fire? My hands…?” you mumbled to yourself, trying to get your foggy brain to work enough to piece things together. What did they have in common? Was there anythi— “Oh!” you exclaimed as things clicked together. “My— my magic?” 

Bakugo rumbled and leaned away from you so he could give you an expectant look—though there was something to it that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Something that made your insides twist with guilt. He was antsy, you realized, as you spotted the way his tail undulated almost frenziedly behind him. The way his unsheathed spikes bristled along his tensed spine. You bit at the inside of your cheek and turned your gaze away from him so you could inspect your wound. The Zenith mush was just enough to cover it entirely. Good. It wouldn’t take too long for the Zeniths to take effect—but you needed to get back to your cottage soon. You had more effective treatments you could administer there that would help get rid of the encroaching fever and chills. 

You cleared your parched throat and finally looked back at him impatiently waiting. “I ah, forgot to mention that my magic… it doesn’t really work on me.” You didn’t think your avoidance of telling him such information in the cave would come back to bite you in the ass, but here you were. You grimaced when he let out a low growl, his eyes slitting into thin slices. “You were being defensive when you saw— What was I supposed to do? Look”—you took a deep breath in an attempt to reorient yourself—“never mind that. We— We have to get back to my cottage.”

Bakugo made a sound from deep within his chest as you looked away from him and down at your shirt. You still felt lightheaded and your body felt like you’d just stepped out of a funeral pyre. It was exhausting. Focus, you had to focus. After doing your best to wipe the Zenith mush off of your hand, you made quick work out of tearing off a piece of the bottom of your shirt. You wrapped it around your upper arm as tightly as you could, wincing as you used your teeth to help you tie a knot that rested on top of your wound. Fuck, it was sloppy, but it would have to do until you got back home. At least the pain had simmered down to a dull throb.

“Okay.” You nodded to yourself and slowly shifted your legs around until you were in a crouching position. Leaning most of your weight on your uninjured ankle, you paused to take a small breath, then pushed yourself up. 

Immediately, your back spasmed—a sudden and ferocious thing that made you yelp and lurch forward in a reflexive attempt to curl in on yourself. You caught yourself on something in front of you that shifted underneath your torso and poked your stomach. It felt like you could hardly even move. Once you blinked away the darkness that tinged the edges of your vision, you found yourself hanging off the shimmering gold of Bakugo’s snout—practically leaning your entire weight on top of him. Slitted crimson eyes zeroed in on your perspiring face. 

“Shit, sorry,” you gasped out, eyebrows scrunched together as you waited for your back pain to settle down to a dull ache once more. Bakugo let out a rumble and a small puff of smoke that you felt caress the sides of your face. It was strangely… comforting, you guessed. Once you’d managed to collect yourself, you eased yourself off of him, one of your hands delicately resting on the scales of his left cheek as you grimaced down at your ankle. 

The boots you were wearing were thick enough that you were certain your ankle wasn’t dealing with an injury that was too dire. But still, as you tentatively shifted some of your weight onto it, you couldn’t help wincing as it gave a sharp throb. Broken, no, but it was definitely tender—maybe sprained. You sighed. 

“Les’go,” you told Bakugo as you clumsily stepped forward in the direction of his wings, your back hunched slightly to stave off any more spasms. You raised an arm to wipe it across your warm face. If you didn’t make any sudden movements and kept your back tilted, then you could somewhat hobble around. Somewhat. Bakugo puffed out some smoke and lowered himself so that he was resting flat on the ground, his spikes retracting once more. He kept a slitted eye on you, warily watching as you approached his shoulder. 

It took you longer than you would’ve liked to admit to shimmy your way onto his back. The slightest movements in the wrong direction would cause your back to pulse or your ankle to twinge. Bakugo rumbled an anxious little sound as he attempted to help you, the muscles of his back and front leg shifting underneath your scratched up palms to make the incline up his side easier to crawl across. 

As soon as you settled on top of his nape, he gave you one last glance before immediately taking off. You nearly tumbled off him with the force of his jump, your grip around his neck tightening. His wings moved at a rapid pace. The wind stung at your eyes. You grimaced when your back throbbed and leaned forward until your front rested against his neck. His scales felt a bit warmer now where they were pressed against your cheek—that meant the Zeniths were working. Good.

In the far distance, away from the plateau, you caught a glimpse of something long and grey laying on the ground. Terrifyingly still. It made something foul twist its way through your chest. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the beating of Bakugo’s wings.

You woke up abruptly, your body jostling harshly in a way that made you bolt upright. You regretted it once your back protested angrily, a pained hiss escaping your lips as one of your hands pressed itself somewhere against your lower lumbar region. You felt groggy—sluggish—but at least you were cognizant. A rumble somewhere in front of you made you look up to see Bakugo watching you carefully, his pupil flicking to your hand pressed to your body. And it was then that you realized you were both on the ground—not in the sky. That was fast. 

He’d taken you straight to your cottage instead of the forest clearing, you noticed, as you glanced around. The space you had around it wasn’t large enough to accommodate him. He was mostly standing on top of the soil you used for your garden—you’d cleaned out the area a long time ago. You just hadn’t had the chance to plant anything yet, with all the medicinal responsibilities you were in charge of. He’d tucked his wings close to his body and made himself as small as possible—though even then it was barely enough. It certainly didn’t seem comfortable.

By now the sun had started to creep its way to the horizon, its light painting the walls of your cottage a rich honey color. Slipping off Bakugo’s back was certainly easier than the whole ordeal of clambering on top of it, though once your feet hit the ground you grimaced at the simultaneous waves of pain that radiated through your back and ankle. You mumbled something to Bakugo—a thanks, maybe, you weren’t quite sure—and stumbled your way towards your front door. 

As you reached behind you to grab your key from your bag, you startled slightly when your hand met nothing but air. A quick glance around you let you know it was nowhere in sight. You slapped a hand against your face and let out a groan. You hadn’t even noticed it was gone. Bakugo made a questioning sound in reply—you could hear him shifting closer behind you, feel the hot air that left his nose as you turned around to see his head hovering over you. He’d curled into an even tighter ball, now that you’d gotten off his back. 

“Dropped my bag back at the plateau,” you told him wearily with a sigh. You already didn’t particularly like the prospect of going back there, but well… you really needed those Zeniths. It didn’t help the bubbling, anxious feeling in your gut, though. This was a problem for another day, you decided. “We’ll grab it later,” you mumbled offhandedly and turned back around so you could clumsily swipe the spare key you kept hidden in a flower pot to the side of the door. 

You shuffled inside once the door opened, making a beeline for one of the wooden chairs you had by the table of salves and creams. You collapsed onto it heavily and grumbled when your back gave a sharp pang. There was the sound of huffing and shifting from outside that you paid no mind to for the time being, instead focused on easing your boots from your feet. A groan escaped your lips once you managed to free your aching ankle and a quick inspection of it after you slipped your sock off showed that it was swollen. Great. 

You were lucky that you had some supplies on the table from the last person you’d treated earlier in the day—just thinking about needing to walk over to your bedroom closet to grab them made your ankle pulse with another wave of pain. 

But first—the wound on your arm. 

You made quick work out of unwrapping the bloody piece of cloth from your upper arm, grimacing when it peeled wetly off your wound. You had to awkwardly twist your arm towards you and crane your neck so you could inspect it. The Zenith mush had mostly been absorbed already, eradicating the black tinge of the poison and leaving nothing but the fresh red of blood. You pressed the back of your hand against your forehead and slumped your shoulders in relief at the steadily decreasing temperature. You felt marginally better, certainly, but there was still work to be done. 

You began the tedious process of cleaning your arm up and slathering a poison-specialized salve over the gash to ensure that it wouldn’t still be in your system. You craved nothing more than to just lay in the comfort of your bed, to sleep off the aches and pains—or attempt to, at least. But you couldn’t, not yet. You let out a sigh as you tightened a roll of bandages around your arm and fastened a knot directly over the wound once more. At least you felt cleaner—albeit marginally. 

From outside, you heard Bakugou make a low whining sound that pulled you out of your focus. You lifted your gaze to see him peering at you through your open door. He couldn’t fit his head through the entryway—it was too big—so he had to settle on watching you through one of his eyes, the pupils slitted to make way for gleaming crimson. Once he saw you were looking at him, he chuffed and glanced up and down your seated form. 

“Almost done, it’s okay,” you murmured—to reassure him or yourself, you would never know. You shuffled through some of the ointments on your table until you found a pale pink one. Uncapping the jar, you swiped your fingers through the paste and lifted your shirt slightly so you could spread it lightly across your back. It was a bit cool—room temperature, you knew—and you did your best to cover all the areas that twinged and panged whenever you moved in the wrong way. Bakugo rumbled again and shifted outside your little cottage. Antsy still, you assumed. 

It wasn’t until you were finished coating and tightly wrapping up your ankle that you finally breathed out a sigh in relief. You wiped your hands off on your shirt—you’d need to trash it anyways, with how it was ripped at the bottom—and tentatively stood up from your chair so you could test how much weight you could place on your ankle. It still ached, and your back protested when you straightened up, but they were both much more manageable than they were before. At least you could walk without limping too heavily. 

You made your way over to the open doorway, painstakingly slow, and stopped just before it, bracing one of your hands against the frame. Bakugo huffed out a bit of smoke and raised his head up and away so you could step outside slightly and look up at him. 

“I’ll be fine,” you told him when it became apparent he was waiting for you to say something. He snorted and lowered himself so he could inspect your arm. The hot puffs of air from his nose fanned out along your exposed skin and made a shiver run down your spine. He gently nudged your side until you lifted a hand to rest it on his nose. Your thumb smoothed over the scales there, as though you could make them gleam brighter than they already were. He let out a quiet sound—soft enough that it nearly blended in with the rustling leaves and chirping insects.

You glanced up at the sky—the deep navy that intertwined with the last bits of tangerine from the sun—then at Bakugo, who still looked way too large for your little garden space. “It’s getting late. I need to rest and you need to head back to your own clearing for the night.”

At that, Bakugo made a low rumble and pulled away so he could properly look down at you. He seemed to curl himself into a tighter ball—nestled himself more comfortably in front of your cottage. You raised an eyebrow at him. “You can’t stay here,” you said slowly, but even then he only let out a huff and curled his tail around himself like he was going to sleep there. “No, Bakugo, seriously, you’re too big for this clearing. There’s no way you’ll be comfortable for the night.” 

He didn’t agree with you, it seemed, for he bared his teeth at you in a move that you supposed was to be threatening—but it wasn’t anymore. Not to you. He growled, but you only crossed your arms over your chest and lifted your chin as you held eye contact with one of his slitted, gemstone-like eyes. 

Stubborn bastard, you thought sourly when his gaze didn’t waver after a few moments of silence. Believe it or not, it was actually rather difficult to uphold a glare with a dragon—who knew. But you couldn’t be mad at him for wanting to stay, not really. His intentions behind it made your gaze soften as you let out a halfhearted sigh. 

“Okay, fine,” you acquiesced, your shoulders slumping. “But we really can’t stay here.” He wouldn’t be comfortable and you didn’t want to risk him getting caught camping out in front of your cottage—it would be too much to deal with if you had to explain. You chewed on the inside of your lip as you weighed your options, then tiredly rubbed the bridge of your nose. “Hang on.”

Bakugo made a rumbling sound as you turned around to shuffle back into your home—curious, perhaps, as to what you were doing. You slipped into your bedroom and grabbed a spare blanket from the closet that you tossed onto your bed. Then you rummaged around for some clean clothes and headed over to your bathroom so you could clean up. You grimaced at your reflection in the small, dinky mirror you had—dirt was smeared across your face, scratches littered your skin, and your hair was a mess of bits of grass and leaves. You’d seen better days, that was for sure.

You were quick with doing your best to scrub away all the dirt and tending to some of the deeper scratches on your face and palms. The clean clothes you tugged on made you feel better—fresher—and you swiped away the hair from your face as you tossed your ruined clothes in a corner of your little bathroom to deal with later. You grabbed the blanket you’d dropped onto your bed and shuffled back to the entrance, casting your gaze around the small space of your cottage before you closed the door and hid the spare key back in its flower pot once more.

“Alright,” you said once you turned around to look at Bakugo. He eyed the blanket overflowing in your arms like a cascading waterfall, then puffed out a cloud of smoke. “Let’s go, then.” 

You’d been prepared to make the painstakingly slow journey to his clearing on your own—a process that likely would’ve gotten more difficult as the last vestiges of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon—but it seemed like Bakugo had caught on to what you were doing. He snorted and lowered himself down to the soil-covered ground in front of you, tilting his body so you would have an easier time clambering atop his back. You gave him a smile and did as expected, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck with the blanket smushed underneath you.

His clearing wasn’t far from your cottage—it felt like you’d arrived within two or three flaps of his large wings. Bakugo landed smoothly on the ground and lowered himself so you could clumsily slide off of him. Your back gave a slight twinge, but at least it was much more manageable than it had been before. You patted his side as a thanks and picked your way over to the center of the clearing.

Seems comfy enough, you thought to yourself as you spread your blanket over the ground, patting down any particularly lumpy areas. Then you eased yourself onto it and let out a sigh as you crossed your hands behind your head and stared up at the inky sky. Splatters of white winked at you through the heavens, intermingled with specks of blood red and sunshine yellow. It was just light enough to be able to see, though the moon had yet to show its full face. You could sense the steadily cooling air as it settled across your skin. Maybe you should have brought another blanket.

You could feel, through the ground pressed against your back, the heavy steps Bakugo took as he circled around you. The vibrations made the hairs on your arms stand up—seemed to reverberate through your entire body. You craned your neck up and to the side to watch him settle around you in a crescent moon. He yawned widely, then nestled his head somewhere to your right atop his front legs. You lifted yourself up partially to look at him lying behind you—if you shimmied yourself back by a foot or so, you could rest your head on the smooth scales that made up his underbelly. 

So you did, awkwardly shuffling backwards until your upper body came into contact with the hearth-esque warmth that he radiated from his stomach. He chuffed gently as you made yourself comfortable, wrapping your blanket snugly around yourself like you were the filling in a flaky pastry. From the corner of your vision, you could see something dark curl closer towards you in a manner that made you tense up—his tail (not a snake, no, you breathed easily). 

You relaxed into him and stared up at the sky that was soon obscured by one of his large wings as it sloped over your head. “Happy now?” you murmured, quiet in the open clearing, but loud enough that he heard and made a soft rumble that you felt through his chest. You listened—for a moment—to the sounds of his gentle breathing, the rustling leaves, and the chirping insects, then closed your eyes.

And there—surrounded by the chilly night air, the cold grass that tickled at your skin—you felt warm.

There was a noticeable shift, in the following weeks, regarding the way Bakugo behaved around you. It was so stark—so different—from the way he’d previously been that it was impossible to not pick up on it.   

He started hovering over your cottage during the day—you noticed him through your little window more often than not. He sometimes landed upon the barren area of your garden while you were tending to things inside and peered a giant, crimson eye through the front door you left open for him. You let him so as he pleased for a day or two, but he couldn’t keep lingering around your home—you often had visitors, and you knew it would not bode well for you nor him if he stayed. You worried about the unspoken consequences. 

You told him just as much, but he was still unbearingly stubborn. However, he seemed to understand, albeit reluctantly, and toned down his visits… not by much, though.

In fact, he started flying around Yuuei more—looping around it in a massive circle whenever you were conveniently there for medicinal work or errands. You wondered how he knew when you were in the village, but figured it was easy enough for him to fly over your cottage and see if you were home or not. You did find that you still had a difficult time walking around properly—you were sore and had to use a spare cane in your closet for long treks. You supposed he was just keeping an eye on you, but well, you think you preferred him lingering around your cottage more so than this. It was startling—and a bit ominous to those who didn’t know him (that is, the entire village)—to see him flying so close. Especially since he hadn’t bothered to beforehand. He was not a bird in the sky, but rather he was close enough that you could see the way the tangerine and black markings on his scales absorbed the sunlight that gleamed off him like a shiny coin.

You had to admit, the shadow he cast upon the Earth—large enough to block out the sun and cover people in a darkness that felt just a bit too cold—was more than a bit terrifying. You were sure the villagers were uneased by his presence; you saw the looks on their faces, the way they would keep glancing up at the sky. Wonder and amazement had been replaced by anxiety and trepidation with a beat of his wings.

(“Is it scoping us out?” one villager whispered to another as they lingered under the awning of a shop—hoping the covering would conceal and protect them. “What does it want? My kids think it’s cool but they don’t understand the danger.”

“Mmmh, I don’t know,” the other replied, fidgeting with the bag they grasped in white-knuckled hands. “I hope it’s not… hungry…”) 

You grew antsy—nervous—at the whispers, but you knew if you told Bakugo to stop for the reasons you were thinking of, he would brush off your concerns. He was a dragon—he was strong enough to handle himself but… you knew he would not be unscathed if anyone particularly powerful came along. His still-healing wounds were evidence enough.

Something, however, that struck you a little odd was when you encountered Izuku whilst heading over to treat one of your patients in Yuuei. 

He’d been carrying what seemed like half of the village’s record collection when you—quite literally—ran into him. A waterfall of leather-bound books and scrolls tumbled to the paved ground. You stumbled back a bit, fumbling with your cane and bag of herbs and salves. Apologies spewed out of your mouth until you realized they were being mirrored by a rather familiar voice. Looking up, you were greeted with the sight of curly green hair and flushed, freckled cheeks. 

“I-I’m so sorry!” he stammered out, his hands hovering awkwardly over you as he glanced over your figure. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” 

“Izuku, I’m fine,” you told him with a small laugh as you straightened up and brushed away his hands. You hadn’t seen him in a while—he was awfully busy nowadays. With what, you weren’t privy to, but you supposed it wasn’t any of your business, not really. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m good— I ah”—he looked down at his feet and stooped down to start picking up his papers—“I should have been paying more attention to where I was going. Sorry—“ 

“It’s okay, really,” you soothed him again. He had a nasty habit of endlessly apologizing for things that weren’t even his fault. You bent down carefully so you could help him gather his things. One of the scrolls you grabbed had a golden seal that looked rather familiar. But before you could observe it more carefully, Izuku had grabbed it from your hands to stuff into his arms once more. 

“So, what—” Izuku cleared his throat as you stacked some books together. They looked handmade, now that you were close enough to see, and a bit worn from use. “What… happened?” 

“Hm?” You raised an eyebrow at him, then saw he was pointedly looking at the bandages around your ankle that poked out from the bottom of your pants. “Oh! I fell. Got my foot stuck around a tree root, sprained it pretty badly.” There was no way you were going to tell him you got injured while running away from a fucking basilisk. It would bring up the question of how you had escaped and, well… You still didn’t want to expose the odd friendship you had with a dragon. Not even to Izuku—and certainly not in public like this. 

“Ouch.” He grimaced and steadily rose to his feet once he’d picked up his belongings—the ones you didn’t grab, anyways. You used your cane to support most of your weight as you gingerly followed him up and meticulously stacked the books in your own hands onto his arms. “Thanks. Hopefully you feel better soon! I imagine being a healer yourself has its benefits.” 

You chuckled and adjusted your bag over your shoulder—it was a spare. “Yeah it does. I’m at least able to alleviate some of the pain with the salves I have. But anyways, where are you off to with all of that? I could hardly see your face poking over all those scrolls.” 

Izuku brightened, as though he was glad you were curious enough to ask. “Ah, turns out Yuuei’s got an amazing historical archive! Did you know All Might used to live here?” 

“Really?” You knew there was a tribute statue to him at the center of the village, but you didn’t really know much else about the swordsman other than that. He’d been a significantly powerful magic wielder, you think. Pretty unheard of for humans, though his time had been quite a while ago, so you weren’t all too sure. You didn’t care enough to do research.

“Yeah! There’s not really a lot of information about him here, though. I found a singular scroll and a few—“ 

Izuku abruptly cut himself off when a dark shadow passed over both your heads, momentarily dousing you in a coolness that was honestly a bit of a reprieve from the midday sun. You looked up to see Bakugo making his usual rounds about the village. His wings leisurely beat up and down, a sound that seemed so pronounced amongst the quiet bustle of the villagers that surrounded you. If you squinted up at him, you could see his giant, crimson eye surveilling the ground beneath him—it didn’t seem like he had spotted you yet. A small smile pricked at your lips. 

Izuku hummed and called your name, prompting you to look back at him. There was a rather contemplative look on his face, to your slight intrigue. Very ruminative. He was quiet for a moment more, then opened his mouth to speak. “You’ve lived here for a while, right? Have you… ever seen dragons around here before?” His voice was low and sounded… distant. Like he wasn’t exactly with you at the present day. 

You shook your head. “Not really. Why’re you asking?” 

Izuku stayed silent—to the point where you considered leaving him and seeing if he would notice—then seemed to snap out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times, then looked back at you with wide eyes. “Sorry! Gotta go! Can’t keep the missus waiting!” 

You were bemused, but waved him off all the same. He scurried away from you, occasionally glancing up at the sky as he left. Izuku certainly was… quirky, that was for sure. You sighed and looked back up at Bakugo to see him circling around Yuuei once more, a bright, crimson eye trained on your significantly smaller figure. You huffed lightly through your nose and set off to your intended destination. You brushed off Izuku’s strange behavior easily enough. Besides, you had more pressing matters to deal with…

Bakugo was worried, you knew he was. What had happened at the plateau was something you tried not to ruminate upon too heavily, but well, it was hard when your back still ached and your ankle still twinged. If you closed your eyes for too long, you could picture the grey scales of the terra basilisk, hear the slithering sounds it made as it chased you. But you didn’t let it affect you—tried not to. You pressed on and drowned yourself with work—with healing the rest of Bakugo’s wounds and tending to your duties as village healer. It worked, most of the time. You didn’t dare linger—didn’t dare let yourself be on your own in the silence for more than a few moments. 

And maybe Bakugo could see right through you—maybe he could tell you were avoiding addressing things. Maybe that was why he didn’t really leave you alone. 

Now that he knew you were fine with sleeping in his clearing with him, he often wanted you to go there when evening fell. You didn’t mind, not particularly, though you definitely couldn’t go there every single night—you had things to do back at your own cottage. You sometimes got visitors for illnesses that onsetted or exacerbated overnight, so it was always best for you to be at home and ready. You entertained him when you could and drank a special tea you purchased at the market to help you have a dreamless sleep. But it could only work for so long, you knew. It was a problem for the future.

You did, eventually, have to face part of your fears. Bakugo took you back to the plateau a week or so later to retrieve your bag. It was inevitable and you were aware that he had been patiently waiting for you to approach him the entire time. You were reluctant and dragged your feet for quite a while, but eventually you steeled your resolve. You would be fine, you told yourself. You would be fine.

And you were… for the most part. 

The moment your feet came into contact with the grass of the plateau, you felt unsteady. Disconnected. You knew the basilisk had been taken care of and yet, you still felt stifled. Like there was a pillow pressing into your lungs, filling your throat and mouth with cotton. You took a deep breath and picked your way over to your bag, avoiding the overturned patches of grass and dirt. Bakugo trailed behind you like a large, deadly shadow. His head hovered just over your shoulder—so that you could feel the warm puffs of air from his nostrils. It was grounding. 

You wasted no time in snatching up your bag and checking to see that it contained a decent amount of Zenith flowers—there was no need for the entire experience to be a waste. It would make you feel even shittier than you currently did. After stuffing a few more Zeniths into your bag, you clambered back atop Bakugo and let him take you home. That was enough adrenaline to last you a lifetime. You definitely wouldn’t be returning anytime soon… 

He made you stay with him that night again, curling around you as you rested on the ground and stared up at the inky sky. You spent some time pointing out some of the constellations you knew of to him, the cool air hardly noticeable from your position surrounded by the warmth he naturally radiated. You lost yourself in telling him stories that you scrounged up from the deepest depths of your brain, hoping that they would serve you well in distracting your mind from the darker path it wanted to veer towards. 

“—so when Vivithia gave her life to guide those crossing the border to safety, the Gods took the dust from her remains and scattered them across the sky,” you told Bakugo quietly, not daring to break the tranquility of the clearing, “forming the stars we see today. At least, according to legend. It is ultimately a tale of sacrifice—and love, if you think about how her lover was able to survive due to her actions.” 

Bakugo snorted out a puff of dark smoke that you watched dissipate towards the sky, spreading amongst the stars. “There are different versions of the story that I’ve heard, but they all end the same way.” You craned your head back so you could peer at him curiously. “I don’t suppose you have legends like that, do you?” 

He rumbled idly in a way that made you wonder if he was tired. The moonlight gleamed off his scales in a way that made them look opaque—pearly, almost. His eyes, half-lidded from where his head rested on his front legs, were like a pair of smoldering coal, ready to be put out for the night. You returned your gaze to the glistening sky. “Yeah, you probably can’t tell me anyw—” Something caught your eye. 

It was stark against the twinkling whites and deep navy of the night sky—a burnt golden speck that kept getting larger and larger. Bakugo made a noise and shifted when you didn’t say anything else, curious. You tilted your head and sat up, squinting at the speck until it got close enough that you could reach a hand out to touch it. 

“Oh!” you said in pleasant surprise when you felt something graze your fingers. You pulled your hand back closer to your face to inspect the little insect that sat on it. “A lightning bug!” 

The bug was a small thing that radiated light from underneath its fuzzy body. Two large eyes peered at you, its antenna twitching slightly as it crawled along the back of your fingers and hand. It kind of tickled. 

Bakugo huffed in a manner that caused you to look up towards him. It seemed like a small swarm had ventured into the clearing: there were more lightning bugs flying around his head—little specks that brought along some warmth to the coolness of the surrounding forest. Some of the bugs had settled atop his nose and were crawling up along it. You grinned; he didn’t look all too amused. 

“Careful,” you warned him when his lips parted to bare sharp teeth at the insects that scattered around him. “They’re called lightning bugs for a—” One of the bugs grew brighter and brighter until a small bolt fired from it, hitting Bakugo’s nose with a small zap! He jerked his head back—almost in offense—and puffed out a cloud of dark smoke. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing. “…reason.” 

You smiled and looked around at the dots of warm, honey-colored light that floated around the area. You lay back down on the ground with a sigh. “It’s nice being able to come out in the forest and encounter different kinds of magical fauna, you know?” Your eyes followed a lightning bug as it bumbled across your field of vision. “It’s different from the capital,” you murmured, then frowned, “though actually I… haven’t really seen many fairies around recently. They usually like to cause mischief. I wonder…” 

Bakugo snorted in response and you looked at him to see him resting his head back on the ground. He yawned widely—content with ignoring the lightning bugs for now. It was getting pretty late. You wrapped your blanket around your body and slid closer to his warmth. You spent a moment just watching the flickering golden lights before your vision was obscured by a large, ombré wing. Well, that was a sign as any. You decided not to dwell on things for now. 

“Yeah, time to sleep”—you yawned back at him and closed your eyes—“Good night, Bakugo.” 

A few weeks later, you were out in the village running your usual errands when you noticed something… strange. 

You would like to say that some of the tension at having Bakugo constantly circling around the village had dissipated by now. Or, at least, you didn’t see as many people nervously glancing up at the sky anymore. It seemed they had just needed to see that he wasn’t much of a threat and in fact didn’t really… do anything to anyone. You supposed time had a hand with easing nerves, but you were sure they were still present—just not as prevalent. 

That being said, it came as a surprise to you when you saw people murmuring to each other in little groups—looking around them as though afraid they might be overheard. You were curious as to what they were conversing about—but well, they weren’t really looking up at the sky so you supposed it wasn’t in relation to Bakugo. He had eased up his circling around the village by now—seeing that you were doing quite better. Your back only twinged when you did sharp motions and you were walking around with just a slight limp—barely noticeable, really, unless someone was looking for it. Though, you were sure Bakugo would be flying around you if he could—you saw him circling around Mount Kamino earlier, perhaps for a change in scenery.

You finally understood what the whispers were about when you passed by the Blacksmith’s shop. 

He was there talking to Aizawa—a tired man with a nasty case of dry eye whom you visited on occasion to supply with special eye drops. It was hard not to notice him, with how heavy-built he was. He loomed significantly over Aizawa, who exchanged curt words with him whilst bathed in his shadow. He looked prepared for a fight, decked out in thick clothing with just as thick silver armor covering every part of his body. A large sword—the blade wider than your head and thrice as long as your own arm—lay sheathed across his back. It made a shiver run down your spine. 

When you walked past them, you were able to see a bracelet strapped to the man’s right wrist. It was made of leather, and sitting atop it was a large jewel. Mellow tangerine in color and very… vibrant. There was something… odd about it. Something that made you feel like a hand had grabbed your insides and twisted them about. But you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it. 

A chanced glance up at the man’s face allowed you to see the pinched glare settled across his features—the scar that marred the left side of it. You averted your gaze before he could notice your staring and scurried down the stone path to a familiar pub. 

The moment you entered through the doors, Denki looked up from where he was cleaning the bartop and dropped the rag in his hands. 

“Did you hear the news!?” he instantly shouted at you, then quieted down significantly at the looks he got from some of his customers lounging around in the booths. 

“Hear it? More like I saw it,” you whispered as you slid onto a stool in front of the bar. You leaned in closer towards him. “What the hell is King Enji doing here?” 

“I have no idea,” Denki whispered back, his golden eyes peering widely into your own, “but Hanta told me he’s staying at his inn, so he’s definitely planning to be here for a bit.” 

“When did he get here, do you know?” You didn’t remember seeing him when you were in the village a few days ago. 

“Earlier today, I think.” He shrugged his shoulders. “That’s when I started hearing people talking about it, anyway. Is it true he looks like he’s about to go to war?” 

You nodded. “Yeah. I just saw him talking to Aizawa about something.” 

Denki snorted. “Aizawa’s not gonna tell him shit, he hates any and all royal families.” 

You let out a pfft. You didn’t blame him, honestly. From what you’ve seen of the royal family of the capital—King Enji’s, in fact—they were… not quite regarded in a good light. “Do we even know what he wants?” 

“No idea,” Denki replied worriedly. He picked back up the rag and started cleaning at a stain—perhaps for something to do with his hands. “But it can’t be anything good.” 

You hummed your agreement, then fell quiet as you ruminated. It was quite odd to see someone like King Enji this far from the capital. He didn’t seem like the type to make such a voyage recreationally; there had to be a reason. The way he was dressed only made that twisted feeling in your stomach more pronounced. You didn’t know how fast news spread across regions, but, well… You weren’t stupid. His appearance—his awfully weaponized appearance—said enough. 

You worried, more than you should—and you knew this worry was not unfounded. You glanced out of one of the windows of Denki’s pub and frowned at the hazy sight of Mount Kamino. Dread seemed to pool in your gut.

You left with a quick farewell to Denki and an excuse that you had more shopping to do. The trek back to your cottage was a bit of a long one, but it went by faster than usual as you hurried down stone paths and kept your eyes peeled for any more glimpses of King Enji. He had disappeared elsewhere—you didn’t know whether to feel relieved or anxious. 

You wondered if Bakugo would even be in his clearing, if he had even gotten back yet from his leisurely roaming, but you heard him even before you broke through the tree lining. He looked up as you walked towards him, your eyes automatically sweeping across his wounds to make sure they were fine (they were), then looked away to continue idly stretching out his back and wings. 

“Hey”—you cleared your throat—“I’m gonna preface this by saying I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself,” you started as you stopped in front of him. He tilted his head towards you with a chuff to let you know he was listening. You bit at your lower lip for a moment, then released it. “But I was in the village earlier and King Enji was there talking to peop—” 

His head snapped towards you so fast you wondered if he got whiplash. You cut yourself off abruptly at the snarl he released, your eyes widening as he reared his head back and exhaled a plume of dark smoke. You blinked at him in surprise and stepped back when his wings fanned out behind him, his spikes bristling angrily. “Whoa! What? Something wrong? You don’t like him?” You hadn’t seen him react this viciously to something in a… while. 

Bakugo hissed, his eyes shrinking into carmine slits. He gave his wings a few pointed flaps, then stomped his hind leg—the one that had a wound close to it. You stared at the tender scarring on his flank for a moment, your jaw dropping open. 

“Oh shit,” you whispered, “is that how you got those?” A rough growl was all the confirmation you needed. 

Your heart sank; there was only one reason why King Enji would be in Yuuei. It seemed like your worries had come to fruition. You rubbed at the bridge of your nose, suddenly tired. “He’s so power hungry that I’m somehow not surprised. He must’ve heard the news once you started flying around.” You had questions that could not be answered, but that was the least of your worries. Your main concern was what now? You took in a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to deal with an irate dragon. 

“I don’t think,” you started slowly, “it would be a good idea for you to… be here, right now.” 

Bakugo didn’t seem to particularly like what you were saying. He looked taken aback for a split second—if you hadn’t been carefully watching him you wouldn’t have noticed—then bared his teeth at you in a snarl. He moved so that his head loomed over your significantly smaller form, slitted eyes daring you to say another word. You held your ground. “Look, I already said I know you can handle yourself, but I really think laying low or— or even going somewhere else might be the right thing to do here.” Bakugo snapped his jaw in disagreement. “Your injuries are mostly healed, but not fully, and I worry that anything… strenuous might tear them open again.” 

The growl he let out was nearly thunderous. He reared back on his hind legs, fanning out his wings to make himself appear larger. He gave them a singular, large flap—purposeful. Powerful. You raised an arm up to cover your face as it sent pieces of grass and dust swirling about in the air. He huffed out a plume of smoke that washed over your body and filled your nose with the smell of burnt caramel. When he landed back on his raised legs, you felt the impact shake through the ground. You frowned. 

“I know you’re strong,” you told him again gently, “but it’s okay to run sometimes, y’know? It’s not worth dealing with him—“ 

His snarl bordered on a tumultuous roar, his tail lashing out behind him with a fervor that made you only a bit uneasy. He was getting really angry—was what you were saying that unreasonable? Or was there something else at play here? You didn’t know, you didn’t know.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him again, worry tinting your voice. He made a deep rumbling sound from his chest, his body tensing. “Why are you acting—”

He didn’t even wait for you to finish your sentence. With two large motions of his wings he’d taken to the skies, the generated wind whipping your clothes and hair around like you’d been caught out in a deadly storm. 

“Bakugo!” you called out helplessly, your voice getting lost in the repetitive flapping of his wings as he flew further and further away—towards Mount Kamino. There was a moment where all you could hear was the rustling of the trees around you, the occasional chirp from the wildlife that frolicked within the leaves. Your shoulders slumped and you ran a weary hand down your face. 

There was something wrong and you had no idea what.

You made the slow trek back to your cottage, heavily contemplating Bakugo’s reactions and what they may mean. You didn’t have a single clue, unfortunately, and his clear anger left you in a funk. You couldn’t really concentrate on anything. You kept an eye on your windows and often went outside to look up at the blue sky for a hint of gold, but Bakugo kept to himself. You spotted him flying around Mount Kamino on occasion—disappearing beyond it at times—so you knew he hadn’t left, but it still bothered you. Surely he wasn’t pissed at you for showing concern, right? You couldn’t be entirely certain. Everything just seemed to spiral out of your control.

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day and your restlessness carried into the night as you lay by yourself on your little cottage bed. You supposed he just wanted time on his own, maybe to stew in his own frustrations and whatever the cause for them may be. You understood, you did, but still… 

Stupid dragon, you thought to yourself as you rolled over and buried yourself in your blankets. 

The following day, you went about your usual routine with as minimal distractions as possible. You kept an eye out for King Enji while you were walking around in Yuuei and spotted him talking to a few more villagers here and there. You were caught between feeling relieved and nervous, though you didn’t let yourself linger around him for more than a few moments. 

It wasn’t until evening was about to fall that you heard familiar flapping just outside your cottage before the ground shook nearly imperceptibly. Your heart seemed to jump up to your throat as you paused from cleaning up some dishes. Was he—? You looked over at your windows and wiped your hands on your clothes before you speed walked over to your front door to open it with surprising vigor. 

“Finally back, huh?” you murmured with a raised eyebrow, trying not to show exactly how relieved you were that he had specifically approached you first. Bakugo rumbled as he curled himself in front of your cottage, his head lowering slightly so he could look at you properly. You reached out to rest one of your hands against his nose and smoothed over the scales there with your thumb. “Calmed down?” Being on his own must have worked wonders if he was no longer as angry as he had been yesterday. 

He snorted out a light cloud of smoke into your face and gently nudged at you with his head—his own little way of apologizing. You exhaled through your nose. “You’re really a piece of work to deal with, you know that?” He snorted again as though to say I know, then drew his head away and gave you a steady look. You tilted your head in curiosity. “Something wrong?” 

There was a moment where all he did was stare at you—a prolonged gaze that made you feel like you could be sucked into the deep carmine of his eyes. It was strange; like you were being analyzed or assessed—stripped down to your very soul. Then, he made a click from his chest and lifted his head higher. Your gaze was drawn to the base of his neck—watching as it glowed angel-white in that familiar way when he had roasted the food you’d brought him. Except, it just kept growing brighter and brighter and brighter—to the point where you had to shield your eyes with your arm, a confused “what?” escaping your lips. And as quickly as it had started, it stopped. Your eyebrows were furrowed when you lowered your arm. Then they shot up in surprise. 

There, gripped in the claws of one of his front legs, was a gem. 

It was a deep, iridescent crimson that matched the color of his eyes—a glimmering pool of blood that radiated a heat like no other. There was something electrifying about it, something that made the soft hair on your arms stand up straight. It seemed to pulse with power; gleamed brightly even in the steadily darkening environment. The gem was about the size of your head, maybe smaller, but it was gripped easily in Bakugo’s claws like he was holding a ripe apple. You were dumbstruck staring at the gem—it was like you couldn’t pull your gaze away from it. Like it was sucking you into its core, demanding that all your attention stayed on it. You swallowed thickly. You understood, at that moment, why dragons were so powerful—why they were hunted. 

“That’s… You’re…” you trailed off as you stared—mesmerizingly—at his gem. You had to steel your resolve and tear your gaze away from it to look up at Bakugo. He nudged your arm with the claws holding onto his gem, purposely. You blinked, wide-eyed. “You’re… giving it to me?” Suddenly, your mouth felt like it was coated in cotton. Your heart seemed to still in your chest. 

He was waiting, patiently, for you to do something. Your movements felt stiff as you looked at the gem, then back at him. Once, twice. And you found the strength somewhere within you to reach out and grasp the gem in clammy hands. It was heavy—like a sack of flour—but you held on tight and brought it close to your chest. It seemed to hum in your palms; made you feel like you were standing next to a large bonfire. Confusion plagued your thoughts—sent them racing around your head. 

“But— but why…” You tore your gaze away from the gem once more to look back at Bakugo. He was watching you carefully, a gleam to his rounded eyes that you couldn’t quite make out. “Why are you…” It was then that you noticed he had shifted: his wings had moved to fan out behind him, his legs were tensed like he was a breath away from jumping into the air. Something seemed to click in place and you went still. “Wait— you’re leaving?” 

He rumbled a noise that only made your heart sink. This, you feared, would not be like the previous day where he’d simply needed time to himself. No, this was something more. Something that you worried would not leave him unscathed—that was perhaps inevitable. And maybe it was something in your expression, your stance, but he lowered himself back down until his head pressed against your front. You cradled the gem in one hand—near your heart—and used the other to hold his head closer. 

“You’ll be back, right?” you asked in a quiet voice. Bakugo nudged you gently with his head and puffed a cloud of smoke at the gem in your hand—a reassurance, a promise. You didn’t know why you were so… affected by everything. Why your chest ached like it was full of water. Deep down you always knew he would eventually have to leave—but you didn’t think it would be this soon. That King Enji’s presence would be the catalyst of it all. You loathed him for it like you loathed him for all the bastardly deeds he had no doubtfully done as king. You thought you had more time. 

And—not for the first time—you wondered why. Why was he doing this, why was it important that he did? Why, why, why. You didn’t have any answers and it didn’t seem like you would be getting them anytime soon—if not ever. It all just… seemed so much bigger than you. Like it had always been from the moment you’d encountered Bakugo in that dark, dark cave. He was a dragon and you were, well… you. 

But you knew what you had to do. 

You would protect Bakugo’s gem—keep it safe for him to avoid having it fall into the wrong hands during… whatever was about to happen. This, you could do with utmost certainty. 

You let out a shaky breath, then stood on the tips of your toes so you could press a kiss to Bakugo’s forehead. It was like kissing a stone smoothed down from the elements, a warm mug filled with hot tea. It was the last thing you could give him, for now. You don’t think he had expected it, for he made the smallest of sounds, then seemed to press further into your touch. 

“Stay safe, okay?” you whispered to him once you’d pulled away. He leaned back so you could stare into his eyes. “I never got to fully finish healing you, after all. You should be fine but, well, I don’t wanna have to patch you up again.” You kept your voice light to let him know you were teasing him. 

Bakugo snorted and with one final, long look at you, he spread his ombré wings and took off. You watched, squinting against the wind he generated, as he rose into the sky in the direction of Yuuei. He disappeared beyond your line of sight once he passed over the trees—but you still heard the loud roar he let out. Felt it reverberate in your bones; a declaration of war. You gripped onto the gem more tightly than before and stood there watching the darkening sky as it transitioned from burnt mandarin to royal purple. It was a moment before Bakugo passed back overhead—a dark shadow against the twinkling whites of the galaxy—this time in the direction of Mount Kamino. 

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh that only the stars could hear. Then you turned around and headed back inside your little cottage, closing the front door behind you with a small click. 

part four

fucking love this! would love it to be a series

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬. possible series

summary: You were all on your own taking your ice cream until you heard some screaming and gunshots at the distance on a beach, who would’ve told you that being curious would end you up in hell.

Word count: 2,8k

Warnings: Strong lenguaje, sexual topics and graphic violence will be added (some chapters just not this one) and rampant demon horniness.. Enjoy ! !

Notes: this is a completely non-cannon story, no use of y/n, some of the characters (mostly all them) are not mine! They belong to the show Helluva boss on YouTube! Not to mention this fic was totally inspired by this one shot, so I will base some chapters off of there. Of course giving all credits to the creator, english is not my first lenguaje. (I had a boost of energy and lots of ideas at 2am that made me write this. I saw it now at my drafts so I thought of publishing it, anyways enjoy!!)

*gifs not mine.

You really didn’t know how you ended up in here.

The only thing you remembered was that you were eating up your ice cream in a bench in peace, then you heard a loud noise and screams. You went to the beach nearby where the screams came from, but when you arrived you saw a giant ass fish being killed by some red Raccoon looking ahh..

After some while you finished eating your ice cream as you watched how the little red raccoons finished killing the fish, you came closer to the group. They were talking to some other people, was that Verosika Mayday? There’s no way… The little Red raccoons opened a portal before Jumping in— Wait, the fuck?

You came closer to the portal to take a better look, no one was looking at you since the other group was being questioned by police officers. But suddenly you felt a hard push that pushed you in the portal, falling off in it.

Oh, so that was how..

Looking around to where you were it seemed like some sort of Parking lot, there were the red Raccoons everywhere, as scared and fucked up you were you took your time to round around and see for yourself where the hell you were.

Oh.

“you got to be fucking kidding me..” you put a hand in your mouth in reflex of your surprise and nervousness when you saw the real big portrait of the side of the road. “666 a new gossip in the News of hell!” what the FUCK???

“Oh I’m gonna throw up—..” You hooded your mouth, fuck that ice cream, it was gonna come out of you anyways.

After throwing up in a random alley over there you sat down in a bench you found walking around. You could hear gunshots in the background but you were used to them since you lived in a kind of dangerous neighborhood since the houses were more cheap around there.

You sighed as you took out your phone, no reception.. Fuck should you buy a hell-phone? But how much money do you have is the question. Suddenly it dawned at you as reality punched you harder than a couch to your toe.

You are in hell, you have no experience here you know nothing about this place, you don’t have a job here nor any type of money. You didn’t know anybody, neither you had a source of money you could rest in for now. You had nothing, absolutely nothing.

You felt like crying, overthinking the worst. What should you do? Fuck it was all so overwhelming. A few sobs fell out of your lips, but you felt a hand over yours. Your head snapped to where the hand came from and you saw an old lady. She had a worried look on her face as well as a confused one.

“Are you alright dear?” She asked, you didn’t know why but she seemed so nice.. And you weren’t thinking that straight since your head was in other places right now.

You told her about your problem, how you ended up here and your frustration about how you would live here because.. Let’s be honest, there was no way you would be getting to earth soon. So you had to make a living out of yourself.

This park was strangely alone at this hour, but all your thoughts went blank when the Lady caressed your hand once more with a worried look on her face, but it was kind in some way.. “You must be so scared..” she whispered, that made you sigh. She was right.

“Let me tell you something, why don’t you stay in my farm. It’s a little far from the city, but that at least when you can find a job of your own honey?” Well, that caught you off guard. Completely.

You should’ve taken this badly, I mean, we’re in hell and this is a total stranger you met twenty minutes ago. Who knows she could maybe sell you or kill you, but what choice did you have? It was that, or be out in the street and taking again that this was hell it would be way more dangerous to stay on the streets alone than in a little farm with this nice lady.

“My children grew up to be now adults, they don’t talk to me anymore and I would love some company. I’m sure my husband would love you too.” Well now that made your heart melt, you were a very sensitive person and to think of her all alone without anyone other than her husband made you sad. And more when she grew apart from her own children.

“Okay, I’ll go with you..” she smiled, holding your hand standing up. But when you stood up you almost drag her to the air, you quickly let go of her hand as she chucked. “Right, I almost forgot”

You chuckled following her lead, looking around at the road as she drove to her home you couldn’t help to wonder how long would you be trapped in here. And who was the person that pushed you over, like why would they even do that?

You snapped out of your thoughts when the car parked in a garage, standing out of the car you saw a man over the porch. Who looked at the both of you with wide eyes and a confused look. Was it really that weird to see a human in hell? Wait, no, scratch that it really was considering you weren’t a sinner neither were you dead. You were just, there.

The woman spoke to the other guy inside the house, while you stood out looking at the field seeing all the types of animals that were there. There were pigs, bunnies, cows, bulls, birds and horses.

Wait, horses? Those horses looked so cool! They had tails with flames and a stiff skin, they are not so different of the horses in the human realm but come on they had flames.

You took several pictures of the horses, meanwhile inside the house it was a heated conversation..

“C’mon Meredith you can’t be serious about this whole letting that human stay here.” He sighed, not so sure about her choice. Taking in all the bad things that could happen if you stayed here “Please honey, she need our help. We can’t just let her be out there in the streets, besides, she could help you out on the farm.”

She was right, her husband needed an extra hand. Taking care of the whole farm by himself was taking a lot of his energy at his old age now, he needed help and it could be good the fact that you could help around. “Meredith, if people were to find out about her what would happen to us?” He looked through the window, both of them looking at you through the window while you took pictures of the horses.

“You know that people would want her. Hunt her, hunt us. You don’t know what type of people would come after her, and if they linked her to us they will come after us.” Meredith sighed, she didn’t thought of this earlier and he was right. But she wanted a little help for her husband, and for both of them to have a little company. Her husband suddenly started to cough, making the woman more worried about his health.

She brought a blanket and put it over her husbands back, as he stopped coughing she hugged his back in comfort. “You know what the doctor said, you need to avoid stress and doing heavy stuff. Just please trust me on this one honey..” She left a kiss on her husbands head, with an annoyed sigh he left her. She wasn’t wrong after all, they could actually use some help around here.

After sitting a while now out in the porch, the woman came out of the house. “What did he say?” You asked, as she smiled at you. “You will stay dear,” a really big grin plastered in your face. Suddenly possibilities didn’t look so imposible anymore. “But I need to tell you something kid, you need to work and help around here ‘Kay?” You nodded quickly without a doubt which made the woman smile.

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It’s been a while since you’ve been living in the farm now, nothing that you could complain about tho. The food was amazing, and the animals were super cute and you loved to take care of them whenever you or the couple wanted to. One thing that you loved about living in the farm was that you could ride the horses in your free time. Eventually, you got a Job at horse teaching lessons.

You weren’t afraid of the neighbors, and surprisingly they weren’t afraid of you too. Just really really surprised that you could even exist down there. But hey, no one complained you were a good hand after all. Good kid, they said, after some couple of weeks in the business you could buy yourself a hell-phone as you called them.

It came really handy, when you were in the flower/plants field you could get easy a call from Meredith and go back to the house. Now, it wasn’t easy living with you because you weren’t a demon. The couple had to be super sneaky about you, so when outsiders came to visit the ranch you hid inside the house in your room. Not too much problem, right?

Well, after some months of your staying Meredith’s husband just got worse. With some difficulties to breath and heart problems, it was really a shame. You grew closer to the old man, and it made you sad the way that he was looking right now.

it came to a point were he had to stay in bed all day to rest, you gladly did all the Job in the farm. It wasn’t that difficult for you after all, but you guys were running out of medicine.

“We’re out of medicine for Pops” You looked worriedly at Meredith who was tired from working around in the house and helping out her husband. “Well sweetheart, I can’t really run to the store at this point. I’ll buy medicine tomorrow..” She tried to ease your nerves but that only made them grew.

“No, remember what the doctor said, Pops can’t skip any medicine. He’ll only get worse,” you made a pause as an idea popped to your head, you looked at Meredith with a smile on your face. She knew that you had something in mind “How about, I take a quick run to get medicine for pops?—“

Meredith looked at you in a hint of disapproval, but before she could say anything you spoke “Pleaseee, I swear I’ll be super low-key. And I promise I will come in the blink of an eye!” You begged her, when you had that glint in your eye she knew that you wouldn’t stop until she let you. So that’s what she did, and with a grin plastered all over your face you grabbed the keys, a hoodie and took off but not without screaming a ‘I will come early I swear!’ Before going.

It’s been a while since you were back in the loud city. You wore your hoodie all over your head, a pair of sunglasses and a mask. Driving you found the drug store where Meredith went every time you guys ran out of Medicine. You parked your car beside a huge ass van that has a logo in the center, ‘I.M.P’ Hmm strange.

You didn’t took much mind to it as you went inside the drug store. You went over to the isle four, looking for the little bottle you saw an imp with a big ass white spot in his face walking and looking for some other drug besides you. Not paying too much mind into him you took your fathers Medicine, but before you could go out of the isle you noticed how the imp was staring with wide eyes your hand.

You looked over to see if you had anything wrong and, shit! You forgot to cover your hands in front of him. Your human-skin color was standing out before his eyes before you hid them as fast as you could on your hoodie pockets. It didn’t help the fact that you had a mask and sunglasses in this heat. “Hey kid, what are you—“ You went walking as quickly as you could to the register. Him taking the drug he was looking for and following you.

Going over to the cashier you tapped the medicine in the counter, nervousness running through your whole body like a disease “Hurry up!” You told the cashier as he tapped faster on the register box. But it didn’t last when you suddenly felt a tug on your hoodie.

Ah, there was it.

Your hair slid down from your hoodie, No horns, human skin color and it was more suspicious the fact that you had a whole hoodie, mask and sunglasses in this heat.

“I knew it!” The imp shouted while you in panic grabbed the medicines and ran off. Great way to start in the city, your first time actually doing something and you already fucked it up by robbing a place.

“Wait come back here!” The imp ran after you while the cashier had wide eyes, rambling through the counter he found a phone while typing aggressively into it.

“Hey uh I think, no, I just saw a human..”

…

You were running through the parking lot while the imp chased you down, since you were faster you managed to get into the car fast enough to turn it on and take off. While the imp got into the van that was parked besides your car. “How convenient..” you thought to yourself, pressing the accelerator as fast as the car could take.

Dodging cars in the process, suddenly you took upon a closed hill and with a quick move you parked backwards. Making sure the Van wasn’t anywhere near the hill. Well damn, you still got that after a long time out of earth. Taking off in the complete opposite direction, going as quick as you could to the farm away from the city.

When you arrived to your home Meredith stood up from the couch, was she waiting for you this whole time? That’s so sweet.. “Moon pie are you okay?” She placed her warm hands over your cheeks in a comforting embrace. Which made you smile, nodding you reassured to her everything was okay.

“Look, told ya’ I would get em’ quickly.” You gave her the medicine, earning a smile from her as she walked down to her husband’s room. So you sat in the couch, still thinking about the car chase with that imp. And how it reminded you of your life in earth.

It wasn’t the best, you just.. well, existed. You didn’t exactly had a purpose. you just woke up, got to work, eat and sleep, everyday of your life in repetition. You didn’t exactly had any friends since everyone in the office kind of hated you because of a girl that made up a rumor about you sleeping with your boss.

Which wasn’t true, you told that to everyone but no one believed you. So after a while you got tired of trying, what was even the point if nobody was going to believe you anyways? You didn’t have a good relationship with your parents since they pretty much didn’t have a flying fuck about you unless people praised you.

Your father and your mother weren’t together, and you stayed with your mother. You would often be told to be seen and not heard by her, her saying “Don’t speak unless someone asks you something, in this whole room I don’t need to know you.”

It really didn’t dawn at you how fucked up your life on earth was until now. Meredith was truly your blessing, she was a good woman. You took care of them as well as they both took good care of you, starting to see them as your grandparents by now.

After a few days after the car chase, you were peacefully making breakfast. Some pancakes with fruit, keeping it balanced you then heard Meredith call you from the living room with a loud whisper. Huh? Weird.. You came walking close to her but the tv took all your attention when you saw the local news “real life human has been found at a local drugstore.” Wait, WHAT?!

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Mrow

Bakugou x roomate!reader

Summary: you've gotten yourself into a quirk accident & were now..?? a cat??

A/n: if there's one thing i like about the mha universe is that the existence of quirks make up so many plot possibilities to play with. i had a lot of fun writing this & i hope you enjoy reading too!

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You were a cat.

Your day most certainly could not get any weirder than this.

You were chasing after a petty thief down the alleyway when it happened. You almost felt bad for going after what could be the most skittish crime offender you've ever encountered.

Then she struck you with her quirk.

The force of it knocked you to the ground & your sight went blurry. You vaguely heard her apologized profusely, swearing it was an accident & stammering that you'll be able to figure out how to undo it on your own, leaving you to slowly black out.

When you came to, you found yourself absolutely drowning in a mass of clothes that you soon realized was your hero outfit. Horrified at the discovery, you looked down at your naked body only to find out you weren't exactly naked.

You were covered in fur.

Cursing out in confusion, you heard your own voice rang through the alleyway. But it didn't sound like your voice & what came out was most definitely not coherent words.

Panicked you scrambled to get out of the alley, almost plopping face first into what seemed to be a ridiculously huge puddle, barely catching yourself as you fell on your furry butt. Peering into the muddy water, you felt your heart sank at the sight of your own reflection.

You were a cat.

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You've sat at your front door for approximately 15 minutes, glaring at the wood, willing it open with your mind.

You decided quickly that heading to your agency will do you no good, already concluding you aren't getting a productive two-way conversation with anyone while you were in this form. Trying to alert other pro heroes on your way did not work out, unless them cooing & making baby voices at you counted.

The familiar sound of heavy boots approaching your door made you perk up. Your roomate was home.

You padded aside to make way for your roomate to open the door, you little body slumping in relief. You didn't notice Bakugou skeptically raising an eyebrow at your presence but saying nothing otherwise.

The click of the door unlocking had you sighing inwardly. Ugh. Thank fuck. You thought as you padded in tiredly. Curling up in bed after the day you had the only thing on your mind.

You barely made it two steps in before your feet were no longer on the ground, making you squeal in surprise.

"Oi."

You heard your own angry mewls as Bakugou grabbed you by the scruff, holding you up to his face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are waltzing in like you own this place?"

You wanted to scream. You were too tired for this shit right now.

Oh my god. Bakugou! I do own this place. Its me! Y/n!

You tried explaining to no avail as you thrashed in his hold. Bakugou muttered something about you being 'a loud little fuck too' & started heading for the front door.

This made you bristle in irritation even more.

There was absolutely no way you were turned into a cat & getting kicked out of your own apartment on the same day. Not fucking happening.

The moment Bakugou dropped you off out the front door, you launched yourself onto his pant leg before he could close the door in your face, clinging on to dear life as the blonde yelped in surprise at feeling your little claws dig into the fabric of his sweatpants.

"Are you fucking kidding me??" He yelled, swinging he's leg around, jostling you with the movement, trying to get you off of him.

No! Thats my line, you bastard! Don't fucking kid with me!

You yelled profanities at him. All of which, to your dismay, came out as high pitched wails while Bakugou stumbled around as he tried to pry you off his leg while you held on with all your might. In his struggle, he bumped into the front door, cracking it open just a smidge. Seeing this opening you leaped off of him & made a mad dash inside, hearing your angry roomate shout after you. You dove for the living room sofa, barely wiggling your way through the narrow space underneath, only just escaping the angry blonde's grasp.

You heard Bakugou yelling at you to get out, to which you yelled right back at him- non-threatening little mewls be damned. You weren't standing for this bullshit.

Fuck.

There was no way of communicating with him like this. Where the fuck was a convinient scrabble board game when you needed one.

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"Oi. Come out. You must be hungry. I got you food."

No! You'll try to throw me out again! Out of my own home may I add!

You heard Bakugou snicker at your yowls from under the sofa, making your tail puff up in annoyance.

"Calm down, brat. I won't throw you out. Promise. Just food."

You contemplated your options for a moment before relenting to his offer. Bakugou chuckled at the sight of you poking your head out of your hiding place, looking up at him with doubts written all over your furry face.

You watched him place two saucers by the table, one of steamed fish, the other filled with clean water before moving on to set his own meal & take a seat at the table. Trotting over nervously, you looked up at him one last time, just in case he was bluffing, only to have him roll his eyes at you. "Hurry up. My foods getting cold."

You tilt your head at that.

His food? Was he waiting for you to eat together?

You wanted to ask but your tummy growling & confirmation that you could hold Bakugou to his word had you making your way to your dishes. Plus your questions would only come out as mewls & squeals anyway so.

Sitting on your haunches you meowed out a 'thanks for the food' before digging in, making the blonde laugh.

"At least you have some manners for a feral little thing."

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You didn't have time to worry about getting kicked out after dinner, having seemingly become the least of Bakugou's problems after a phonecall left him agitated & fidgety.

You watched Bakugou pace the living room back & forth, whilst holding his phone up to his ear, seemingly getting more & more frustrated by the minute as he grumbled under his breath ever time the call went to voicemail.

"Mrow?"

Bakugou barely acknowledged your presence with a glance before he's dialing the number again.

"She's not fucking answering."

Who?

"The other dumbass that lives here. She should've been home ages ago. Its getting dark."

Oh. Oh, he's worried about you.

Cursing under his breath at another voicemail, Bakugou muttered something about calling your agency again while you watched him barely contain his distress as he learns no one has seen you since your patrol.

"This fucking dumbass. Where the hell are you??" Bakugou growled while tugging on the boots of his hero outfit, the worry underlying his voice made your gut churn with guilt.

You scurried over to where he sat at the door, swiftly lacing up his boots. He paused when you meowed, peaking around his side.

Keeping your eyes on his, you tested the waters by perching up on his thigh, front paws on his tummy with those red eyes watching your every move. When Bakugou didn't push you off, you continued wiggling your way up his chest, his hand instinctively coming under your legs to support you.

Face to face with him, you see the distress on his face, the expression making your heart heavy. Pushing your little body on your hind legs, you bring a paw up to the wrinkles between his brows.

I'm right here, Bakugou. You mewled quietly.

The blonde huffed out a quiet laugh at that. "Whats with you? You're way too perceptive for a regular fluffball." You perk up at his words. Maybe he'd finally notice!

Thats 'cause I'm not a cat! Its me! Y/n!

To your dismay, he only chuckled at your frantic meows. "Alright, alright. I have to go now," he rumbled out with an amused grin overlaying his worry. He stood up slowly, picking you up in his large hands to set you on the ground. "M'bringing that idiot home so I can introduce ya. I'd bet she's gonna love ya."

You could only watch as Bakugou stepped out into the night to search for you, knowing he wouldn't find you out there tonight.

Oh no they’re so fun to draw

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💕 cat dad!bakugou fluff

The way both of you hated early mornings with fierce passion. Bakugou remembers the first time he woke up to a furry lump by his pillow, having plucked you from the front door & disposing you on his bed when he got home from the first of many unsuccessful searches for you, making a mental note to get you a kitty bed.

He nudged your furry body, barely getting a response, before pulling the curtains open, jumping slightly when the sunshine pouring in elicited an irritated hiss from you. He watched in amusement as your very groggy furry self tried glare to glare at him through squinted eyes before promptly getting up, only to dig your away into his blankets. Bakugou snorted as he watched the last of your tail vanish under the covers, thinking back to another person he knew who'd respond to the mornings the exact same way.

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Fallen Angel Part 8

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Words- 5.7K

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Takami!Reader, Hawks x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Violence/Battle, TARTARUS ESCAPEES ARC SPOILERS, murder, mass injuries (stab wounds, gunshots, broken bones), later chapters will have more triggering content. TW: MASSIVE GORE WARNING, assault on a minor (fighting)

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First Name: Y/n 

Last Name: Takami; L/n (Formerly)

Age: 16 

Quirk: Quirkless (Currently); Angel Wings (Formerly) (With wings that resemble an angel, she can use them to fly and fight, she can fly up to 200 mph the fastest she has ever gone is about 300 when racing Hawks. She can also use her wings as a shield against attack by slightly hardening the feathers, but if enough damage can fail on her. Unlike Hawks she can’t remove her feathers to fight so has incorporated a staff in her fight style; melee combat) 

Hero Name: Halo (Formerly) 

Villain Name: Nemesis (Currently) 

Affiliation: Student at U.A. (Formerly); Hero-in-Training (Under Commission) (Formerly); Devil’s Advocate (Formerly) 

Family: Brother: Keigo Takami aka Hawks, Father: Shinyo Takami, Mother: Unknown

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Your vision clears and you see that you’re right outside an old building in what seems to be the middle of the forest. You cough out the rest of the black sludge on your hands and knees when you hear footsteps. Looking up, your blood runs cold looking at the two men in front of you. You have seen Shigaraki before during the battle at Jaku and it still sent shivers down your spine but looking at the Symbol of Evil, the most dangerous villain out there, All For One. His presence is menacing as he gazes down at you, as you are frozen in fear. 

“Nemesis, you have been quite the talk amongst us.” Though he lacks eyes, the upper half of his face all scarred over only showing his mouth he is still able to look exactly where you are. He steps forward, his hand reaching out towards you, “I’m sure you’ll comply but a lack of a quirk will make things easier.” You swing holding your staff, the blade releasing cutting clean through the fingers on his hand before he could touch you. You flip back, not wasting any time running off. 

“You bitch!” You hear Dabi yell out and you could hear him release a wave of flames you roll out of the way and sprint off into the woods. Shigaraki feels the itch to kill after seeing the girl attack his Master, he moves to step forward when a hand comes out in front of him. 

“No Shigaraki, let her run.” Shigaraki looks back at All For One confused as you attacked him and he was just supposed to let you go. His damaged hand heals the cut-off fingers leaving no trace of damage. “You are still too weak with All For One… Others will get her.” And once he said that a Nomu ran off into the forest after you. 

Dabi feels anger course through him as he watches you run, you were supposed to be weak, and easy to break, but here you were getting a hit on the greatest villain out there. A grin grows on his face. He hopes that Nomu kills you because if he gets you, you’re going to wish you died. 

Your heartbeat pounds through your ears as you run, nothing seems familiar as you just sprint, were you even in Japan anymore, whoever had that warping quirk easily could bring the villains from here to Japan or whatever. Scratches appear on your face as you push your way past low-hanging branches, you could just run in one direction it would lead you somewhere. You hear a roar that seems to shake the trees around you and you halt to a stop, a Nomu. 

You release both blades from your staff as you look at your surroundings. There is some sunlight from some openings in the trees lighting your area but everything is blurred together with the same trees and brush. You hear some crackling coming from your left and you turn to face it trying to hear anything else. You hear a loud rush of wind come past you before you feel the pain against your face. The claws of the Nomu slice across your face three large gashes along your left cheek almost touching your eye. You let out a cry swinging around your staff, feeling it dig along the side of the Nomu as it rushes towards you again. It is the Nomu that shares characteristics of a dog, its sharp teeth chomping out and you flip back avoiding the bite. It growls out rushing towards you and you dodge from its charge but its arm swings out hitting you in the chest sending you flying and your back hits a tree. You let out a cough of blood feeling something crack, it’s already right in front of you and you can’t dodge. 

Bringing your staff up before it could bite at your face the staff at the back of its jaw holding it back while keeping it from biting down completely. Its sharp teeth dig slightly into your left arm and the brace on your right arm protects it. You kick the Nomu in the gut sending it skidding back and you rush at it, the Nomu has a regeneration factor so the only attack that would work is destroying the head. You swing your staff out the blade digging slightly into its neck and you scream out as its claws drag along your open arm tearing it up into ribbons. You pull away the small neck wound the Nomu has healed. It lets out a roar and you feel a rush of adrenaline hit you. You rush towards it and your staff raised ready to strike. You both rush towards each other at lightning speed passing by each other, dust clouding up as you skid to a stop. You turn to see its head decapitated from above the lower jaw as its body falls to the ground, the head flies following suit. You rush to it holding your staff up letting out a cry slamming the blade through the brain pulling it out and slamming it back down, continuing until it's a bloody mess of brains. You see the body twitch before stopping the thing dead. 

You feel a cooling sensation rush through you as you stumble away from the destroyed head closing your staff, you killed it, you killed a Near High-End Nomu. You feel a burning sensation at your neck as you cough out a glob of blood. Bringing your hand against your neck you just feel warm blood as your hand goes slightly into your neck, a chunk missing. You feel light-headed pressing your hand against your neck trying to slow the rapid bleeding. Your hand is slippery with blood trying to keep pressure on your wound as you try to walk away, your vision spotting black as your legs get weak feeling cold all of a sudden. Your legs buckle under you and you slam against the ground, your staff falling out of your grasp as you lay on the ground blood pooling out your neck at an alarming rate. Get up Y/n...keep moving… You feel your breathing hitch with each inhale and exhale as blackness dots your vision. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears get slower and slower and the need to close your eyes gets stronger. Your vision darkens and your eyes close for the last time the beat of your heart stops. 

Dabi follows Shigaraki as they look for the Nomu and you. They heard loud roaring and now it was silent. It seems like a while of walking until the stench of death hits them. They enter a clearing first seeing the Nomu separated part of its body in one place while its head was in another place completely smashed and destroyed the organ and blood stains the dirt around it. 

“That stupid brat killed it,” Shigaraki growls out his hand scratching at the scars lining his neck. Dabi looks around his eyes, catching the girl on the ground. You lie on your stomach, your arm slightly reaching out towards your staff while your other lies by your side. He steps closer seeing a pool of blood surrounding your head. He uses his foot to flip you over onto your back and he takes a step back slightly from your appearance. Your eyes are glazed over slightly open staring off into nowhere, three large gashes come from the bridge of your nose to the bottom of your left cheek some blood already drying while some still runs down your face drenching some of your hair, and your throat is completely ripped open that he can see your trachea through the ripped muscles and fat as you bleed out from it, your left arm is cut into ribbons flesh barely hanging on. Your skin is pale as he looks down at you knowing there was nothing he could do to fix you, after everything you weren’t supposed to go like this, he said he would be the one to kill you, not some monster. He doesn’t feel upset that you're dead, just frustrated you were supposed to be his trophy after all of this, his reward for ruining your life and his family’s, his songbird. 

“Shame isn’t it Dabi? She would have been a good ally.” Shigaraki says, shoving his hands into his pockets before turning around and starting walking back. “Master will be mad that she killed a Nomu.” He says to his burned companion. Dabi takes one look at you, he liked your hair before and now you went and ruined it just like you ruined your future. 

“Yeah...Shame.” He says before turning around to follow Shigaraki. They both go to leave when they hear a gasp of air that makes them turn back. 

You feel like you're floating everything lightweight around you as you see ahead of you a door that glows a brilliant white. You go to step towards the door when you feel a burning sensation through you, you feel someone holding you back pulling you further and further away from the doorway. You feel a nauseating sensation as a ringing appears starting quietly before getting louder and louder until it is deafening and you squeeze your eyes shut to block out the noise and a bright light flashing in your vision. And then you feel a heartbeat. You let in a gasp of air, your eyes shooting open getting blinded by the light and closing them again. 

You push yourself up coughing feeling as if you were drowning but no water coming out, “What the hell…” You hear someone say and you look over and your blood runs cold seeing Dabi and Shigaraki staring at you in shock. They are shocked as they watch the wounds on your face and arm slowly disappear, not leaving a trace that you were injured. Your neck wound heals reverting to how it was before only leaving blood, you look exactly as you were before only covered in blood this time. You scramble back grabbing your staff ready to run when Shigaraki lifts his hand and black tendrils shoot from his fingers hitting you in your left shoulder, the side of your stomach, and your right thigh pinning you to a tree. 

You cry out in pain feeling them go straight through your body hitting the wood. Shigaraki and Dabi walk up to you as you struggle to remove the rivets from your body. You grasp one on your shoulder trying to pull it off and slice your palm open. You hiss in pain seeing the large cut across your palm but you're shocked as you watch as the cut comes together healing leaving nothing there but a bit of blood. What the hell is this? The rivets leave your body, you fall and Dabi grabs you by the throat, his hand glowing a slight blue and you can feel the heat coming off it. 

“How did you do it? Huh, you’re supposed to be dead.” He says his hand slightly choking you and you bring your hands up trying to push him back. A hand lands on Dabi's shoulder pulling him back and you let in a gasp of air clutching onto your throat. 

“We’ll have Master deal with whatever effect her quirk has.” He glances at you and you are still in shock by what you saw. The cut on your hand healed leaving nothing and what did Dabi say you were dead? No, you remember killing the Nomu before everything kinda blurred together, and then you couldn’t remember. Dabi sighs, stepping back before pulling his fist back slamming it against your temple and then everything goes dark. 

You woke up to your body being dropped onto the floor. You groan in pain, you slowly blink your eyes as your vision clears and you see you’re now inside a building. You push yourself up but are startled by the sound of chains rattling around your wrist. Looking down, your wrist is cuffed together connecting to a chain on the wall above you. You try to pull your wrist apart using your strength to break them but you feel no give to the metal. The door to the room opens, startling you and you push yourself further against the wall. You see someone walk inside and you see it’s Spinner. You glare at him as he comes over undoing the chain from the wall. As soon as you hear the click of the lock coming free you spin around kicking his knee in and you hear the sound of his knee breaking inwards. Spinner screams in pain and you book it towards the door once you're outside that room black rivets from All For One’s hand pierce into your shoulders pinning you to the wall. 

You squirm in place as he steps closer to his other reaching towards your face, “Quite a troublesome child.” His hand touches your face, red fog seeping into your skin as you feel a searing sensation through your body. Your screams pierce the room as you feel something gets removed from your soul. He releases you and you fall to the ground weak all over your body as you try to push yourself up to stand. You see behind All For One is Shigaraki and Dabi staring at you. 

“You may try to leave, child.” You stand on shaky legs and you take a step forward when someone comes from behind you a blade pierces through your back the end coming through your front. 

“That’s for your brother killing Twice.” You hear Toga’s voice. Looking at the blade it’s the same one from your weapon. You cough out blood falling onto your knees and Toga grabs the staff pulling the blade out from your back. Your hands press down on the wound on your chest, a sensation runs through you as you keep coughing out blood. The pain stops when you press where the wound was and feel nothing there. All For One, Shigaraki and Dabi look at you confused. You were still able to heal even after he took your quirk. 

“It was never your quirk giving you this power.” All For One says a grin growing on his face already thinking of everything he could do to you. Toga cries kicking you down and you turn onto your back as she jumps onto you with a knife in her hand. 

“Why won’t you die!” She stabs you multiple times in the chest, slashing your face and arms as you try to protect yourself. She gets more frantic seeing all your wounds heal in front of her eyes. 

Toga gets thrown off you by All For One, “That’s enough.” He says and Toga glares at him. “You may have the time to let out your frustrations but Ms. Takami has become useful to us.” The grin that grows on his face causes a fear, unlike anything you’ve experienced before. 

You were thrown back into the room you appeared in chained up against the wall. You don’t know how long you were in there. You would hear footsteps pass by the door would open and food would be thrown in rotten and old. There were times when Shigaraki would come in to test out how strong your regeneration was. Your screams rattled the room as he tested each of his quirks out of you, practically tearing you apart until you slowly put yourself together. You would never be visited by All For One which was a relief. Dabi would come by and if you weren’t weak you would scream every threat and insult at him cursing his death by your hands. He would just smirk at your comments and leave. Sleepless nights just staring at the door in case you had a late-night visitor to torment you more. Sometimes you weren’t lucky for a quiet night and your screams pierced the night. 

The sound of footsteps coming closer and the door opens and in walks Dabi and Toga which was first. Toga has a grin on her face as she can’t seem to hold her excitement while Dabi stands behind her. 

“How much are we gonna need?” He asks and Toga pulls out a needle from the belt around her waist. 

“Mr. All For One said as much as possible it's not like she’ll die from it.” Dabi frowns looking over at you, you're silent just glaring at the two. 

“Make sure she doesn’t pass out,” He gives her the green light and turns back to the door. 

“When I get out of this I’ll kill you!” You hiss at him and he pauses looking back at the glare you give him and he just smirks. 

“Toga…make sure it hurts.” The door slams behind him leaving you alone with a psycho. 

“I’m sooo excited! We’re going to have so much fun!” She claps her hands together. 

“You’re fucking crazy.” You spit and she pouts. 

“That’s not very nice!” She shouts, throwing a knife at your head and you dodge it. “Why aren’t you playing fair!” She screams, throwing knife after knife and you dodge most in your chained position but many hit you. The room is filled with her screams and yours as she uses you as a personal pincushion. You’re wheezing feeling one knife embedded into your chest hitting your lung, you can feel the burning sensation as it tries to heal but the metal from each knife blocks the wound from closing causing you more pain. 

She grabs one from your ribs, rips it out splattering blood on your face and hers, and replaces it with a needle and you watch as blood quickly flows out of your body into a container on Toga. 

“While we wait before I get all your yummy blood Mr. All For One has a special mission for you!” She squeals. 

“I’ll never follow you, villains..” You hiss feeling yourself get lightheaded. 

“But you’ll like it pinky promise.” Your body feels weak and everything gets slower and louder while also faster and quieter all at the same time disorienting you. “You’re so lucky that you have such good friends like Tsuyu and Ochaco and Izuku~” She sighs dreamily saying his name. 

“Keep his name out of your mouth.” You spit blood at her and she just grins grabbing your head that keeps dropping. 

“Oh but Izuku is such a pretty name to say! I can’t wait to see him soon, you’ll see them all soon enough.” 

“what..?” Dots begin to cloud your visions and you hear her voice say one last thing before it all goes dark. 

“You’re really going to blow their minds.” 

You’re back in the room, however, not chained to the ground, you stand up, walking around the water on the floor that doesn’t touch you, parting away from you with every step you take. 

“You’re back.” You turn to the voice seeing the woman with white hair again staring at you. 

“Who are you?” You ask and she doesn’t respond just staring at you. “Well, you’re someone important if you're in my mind. What here to tell me I failed again? I know!” You yell and she still stays silent. “Just tell me what to do! Please!” You cry falling on your knees, the water now touching you and wetting your clothes. “I just want everything to go back to normal! I want Keigo back! I wanna go back to U.A. again! I wanna see my friends again! I want Midoriya back! Please just help me!” You cry tears streaming down your face as you cry into your hands. You hear footsteps and a hand resting on your head stroking your hair. 

“Don’t cry my child…your demons are a manifestation of your guilt. Slay the guilt to free yourself.” Her voice is calm and warm but what she said made no sense. My guilt? You weren’t guilty of anything, none of this was your fault. A painful sensation runs through your chest and you feel yourself start to sink into the water. 

“Please give me something else! What does it mean!” Your cries are unheard as you sink into the dark abyss. 

You blink your eyes open wincing when you see the sunlight. Wait…sunlight? Opening your eyes you're shocked to see you’re outside but not in the forest in the city. Pushing yourself up, you’re in the middle of a highway feeling deja vu in a sense of the location. Seeing police tape closing off this section and that’s when it hits you. You’re back at the highway where you were attacked by Nomus and Dabi. 

“Takami.” A chilling voice makes you freeze and you turn to see All For One behind you. You push yourself up onto your feet stumbling from fatigue and the pain of using your legs for the first time in who knows how long. 

“Warn the heroes hiding in U.A. behind their wall. I will come and take my power back from him. The end of heroes is upon us,” He pulls your staff from a portal of black ooze throwing it at you and you fumble to catch it. “And a warning for you, Touya is not pleased by your disappearance, I have not told them I have let you go. The fire that runs through him will incinerate you. Now RUN!!” You don’t have to be told twice and you book it far away from where he stands. Your weak body heaves as you run, you have to get to U.A. and warn them. He never told you when he would be arriving. It could be today or a month from now. 

You don’t even realize where you’re running to at the very moment running straight into a large group of police evacuating civilians. You see someone look right at you, recognition appearing on their face before they scream out ‘Villain!’ and chaos ensues. The crowd goes wild, almost a stampede to get away from you. Some police officers see you and open fire at you causing more panic. They shoot into an open crowd, and you dart away running away from the crowd and giving the police clear shots at you. The firing of bullets ricochets off your brace, some grazing your body but you keep running. The large wide police chase follows as you run through the streets of Japan seeing familiar landmarks that tell you that U.A. is close. 

“Nemesis stand down this instance!” The megaphone from the cop cars blares as you keep running. Up in the distance, you see the large wall of U.A. the entrance coming into view. An alarm pierces through the air and you see ahead the wall begin closing and you see the gateway closing. Running as fast as you can, the doors sliding down to close. You throw your staff ahead of you and you slide right under the gateway and the cop car's sirens are loud on the other side of the wall. Pushing yourself up you turn to see you are immediately surrounded by Pro Heroes behind them are students protecting civilians thinking it’s an attack. 

“Don’t move Nemesis! You’re completely surrounded!” You slowly put your hands up and they get ready to attack. “I said don’t move!” They yell. 

“I’m not here to hurt anyone!” You yell out and you see Pro Heroes you looked up to not believing you. “I’ve been told to give a message to all the heroes!” You yell. 

“Why should we believe you, you’re nothing but a criminal!” Someone yells out. 

“She could be that transforming villain!” Voices all cry out their fears. 

“All For One is coming!” You cry out and silence from heroes and civilians follow, “He says to the heroes that hide behind this wall that he is coming! He is coming to take back his power and the end of heroes will come!” Your message is said and you see many heroes are on two sides, whether to believe the message you told them or think this is a trick. The wall of heroes breaks apart and someone you never thought you would see again comes forward. Keigo’s face is calm as he steps closer to you and you both just stare at each other. 

“When’s my birthday?” 

“December 23.” 

“What’s my favorite color?” 

“Red like your wings.” 

“What’s my favorite food?” 

“You tell the public it’s Yakitori from the place a block from the home, but it’s the pork bun you got me the first day I met you.” It’s silent between you two as he just stares at you. You both are so different having changed so much from your time in U.A. and the time you were gone. 

“Why did you leave me?” He says. You are silent just looking at him, the person you saw once as a mentor now as your brother. 

“I thought I could get rid of him as revenge when it was my guilt wanting to avenge those I killed.” This whole time your anger and fear weren’t because of what he did to you, that was a life you knew you were going to experience but those people, those children they didn’t deserve this life. 

“You didn’t kill them.” He says and holds his hand out. “Come home…” You look at the hand that is the light in the darkness, the hand that guides you out from the nightmares back to light. Your home. You grab his hand and he instantly pulls you into a hug and squeezes the life out of you. “Never do that again.” He says his head resting on the top of yours as you clutch his coat, your face in his neck. 

“I’m so sorry.” A sharp pain runs through you and you fall to your knees. 

“What’s wrong Y/n talk to me!” 

As if voices echo in your head “The soul is far too fickle.” “You’re really going to blow their minds.” Pushing yourself away you fall to the ground clutching your chest in pain. 

“G-get away from me!” You cry out feeling a burning sensation filling you up. 

“What? What’s wrong with you!” He cries out and his eyes widen seeing cracks appearing on your face. 

“R-run Keigo!” You cry out and the pain inside you comes outward.  A large explosion causes panic as they see Hawks goes flying but is caught by Mirko and they go skidding on the floor. With him so close he has burns on him and he’s unconscious. Mirko looks back at the chaos, seeing part of the wall destroyed and a body on the ground. All For One planned all this letting you free to be used as a suicide bomber to destroy part of their defenses and damage a pro hero in the process. 

“WE NEED A MEDIC! SOMEONE GET RECOVERY GIRL!” Endeavor calls out him and Best Jeanist by your body that is heavily damaged. Endeavor feels sick getting flashbacks to Lady Nagant, All For One was making even children into these bombs. A person darts out past the heroes before they can’t stop them. 

“Please save her! She is my hero!” A little girl cries out clutching a doll in her hand. Endeavor is hit with a faint memory, you saved this child during your work-study, and even as a student you made enough of an impact on this child that even with the crimes you committed the goodness of others shines through. 

The child is scooped up and she turns looking up seeing it was the hero everyone was protecting, Deku. Midoriya is silent watching the events in front of him, she’s right there. She was supposed to be safe. He turns away walking back to the crowd returning the child to her mother and joining his classmates as they all watch the event unfold around them. All For One is going to pay for this. 

You sat next to Midoriya during lunch as you laughed along at the bad joke Iida tried to tell. You sigh, a light and airy feeling as you look at Midoriya who sees you looking at you and turns and gives you a big smile. 

“Hey Y/n are you excited for after lunch, you’ve been talking about it all morning?” 

You look over at Uraraka and tilt your head, “Sorry what are you talking about?” 

The whole table laughs at your confusion, “Real funny Y/n, your visit with your parents today. You literally haven’t shut up about it.” She says and you frown. 

“Uraraka that isn’t funny, you know I don’t know my parents..” 

Iida laughs, “Alright Y/n you can stop joking around, your parents are right there.” He points over and you look over freezing seeing the woman with white hair and your father; wanted criminal Shinyo Takami. 

“That’s not right, the commission never told me about them.” You say confused none of this made sense. 

“The commission, now you’ve really gone crazy. The commission is only for the elite.” Uraraka says and everyone at the table laughs again but it seems controlled and fake. 

You stand up from the table and they all look at you, “No I’m a part of the commission, Hawks trains me to become a hero. You know during work studies.” 

You say and Midoriya frowns, “Y/n I know you miss him but you have to let go.” 

You step away from the table looking at your friends, “Let go of what, none of you are listening to me!” 

“Y/n. Hawks has been dead for a few years now; he died in the accident.” No this isn’t right none of this makes sense. 

“No...no...we all go off to our work studies, then the war happens. You and I leave U.A. and I become Nemesis.” You say pointing at Midoriya. They all get quiet when you say ‘Nemesis’. 

“Don’t joke around about being that vile villain.” Iida spits out, a glare on his face, and everyone nods in agreement each leaving their insults. 

“No I am Nemesis, I worked with my father; The Devil’s Advocate. Then we fought and I got arrested, the League kidnapped me then…” You begin to draw a blank after that, your words feeling heavy when trying to think past that. 

“Then what Y/n? I think you didn’t get a good night of sleep right guys.” Midoriya says, grabbing your hand and guiding you back down to sit next to him. 

“Yeah..you’re probably right.” You sit down, the airy feeling returning. 

“Just relax, you’re just tired. How about you take a nap real quick, you’ll feel much better.” Midoriya says as he guides your head to rest on his shoulder and all your friends encourage you to close your eyes. 

“Just…a quick…nap” You yawn, feeling yourself slowly drift. 

“Just sleep...” His voice is soothing lulling you to peace. 

“YOU’RE DYING!” A voice yells and you shoot awake, seeing yourself back in Jaku, the ruins of the destroyed hospital around you, and the sound of fighting all around you. 

“What?” You look down, seeing yourself back in your old hero costume and your quirk with you. It is a bit weird feeling the weight on your back and seeing them. An arm grabs you, pulling your attention away. 

“You're finally listening Dumbass!” Bakugo yells in your face. “You’re an idiot, that nutsack villain made you into a bomb and you’re dying, got it!” He says before sending an explosion at a villain trying to attack the two of you. 

“But I was just with Midoriya and everything was okay.” You point to seeing that he’s gone. 

“Yeah well, that’s a fucking lie. So you need to wake the fuck up so you can help us!” He growls annoyed even as you’re dying he still is an asshole. 

“How do I do that?” 

“You think I know I’m part of your fucking mind, so figure it out yourself!” He says before running off the fight against more villains. You follow after him as if that was what you need to do. After running you find yourself in the fight club. 

“It would be quite pathetic if you die.” You turn seeing your father in front of you, you're still in your Hero costume. 

“Well wanna lead me in the direction of living.” You spat and he smirks. 

“What a spitfire child I have.” He snaps his fingers and the floor underneath you disappears and you land on the balcony at Gung Villa. 

“Songbird~” You whip around to see Dabi. The insane grin on his face as his white hair blows in the breeze. “So how are you going to fight me, as a hero or a villain?” In front of you is your staff as Halo and also your staff as Nemesis. 

Halo was too gentle and cost her quirk and heart. Nemesis was violent and cost her friendships and her dreams. But as Nemesis you could kill him, you can end all your trauma and nightmares here and now. You reach from Nemesis but pause, Dabi while he is real isn’t the source of all this. Your guilt is the cause. Your hand falls away from both stepping back. 

“I don’t need to be a hero or villain to stop myself,” Dabi smirks before melting away, and there’s a copy of you standing but it’s you as a child. You clutch the Hawks doll between your hands, your wings encircle your body to shield you from the world. You slowly crouch down stretching out your hand, and you see your younger self’s wings pull back slightly so you can see. 

“I’m sorry, I never wanted you to deal with this.” Younger you’s eyes peers up at you seeing you back to what you look like your ruined burnt clothing, messy hair that hasn’t been washed in forever, scars lining your face, and body, and no wings. You two are completely different people but still hold the same heart. Slowly she reaches her hand out and grabs yours, a small smile on your face. 

“It’s okay.” The world around you falls away leaving you and your younger self together. 

“I’ll fix this.” You promise yourself and she nods, squeezing your hand. 

“You’re a hero…of course, you can.” The urge to open your eyes takes over and you slowly blink your eyes open.

ITS SO PRETTY

Did this quick doodle a few days ago, used it as value practice! :D

been a big week for fnaf community fr so here are some doodles i did for fnaf ruin

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