I Have So Many Of These I’m Sorry I’m Almost Done

Bucky+snow, close up :)

punk rock!baku def listens to green day

Spider kiss 😗

devil hunter/bomb devil bkg?????? yes. !!!

hice a los chipis

this is my kiribaku playlist... https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7HXPbooOCvyebaF06mYpUm?si=e986ebd7ab6e4431&nd=1

Oni Kirishima finding small dragon Bakugo

Bakugo in smol dragon form trying to stand on his hind legs to be tall but he barely reaches Kirishima's ankles.

Bakugo is also very bitey when small and constantly latches onto Kirishima's claws when the oni tries to pet him. It only tickles the oni.

After slowly earning Bakugo's trust (and also feeding him the best pieces of meat and praising him) the dragon doesn't stray too far from the Oni when they travel.

During the day Bakugo likes to show off his flying skills, how quick he is to reach a tree before the oni.

A fiesty and competitive thing he is.

But Kirishima humors him, throwing him a piece of jerky as a reward for another win.

When Bakugo's wings gets tired, Kirishima offers him to perch on the oni’s shoulders. The dragon scoffs and lands on Kirishima’s head, curling his tail around one of the oni’s horns for balance.

The dragon sits up with a smug grin.

Now he’s the tallest!

Oni’s are not morning creatures but dragons apparently are. Bakugo loves to wake Kirishima up by head butting him in the face, chittering as if scolding him that he’s wasting daylight.

“Bakugo no, it’s too early, let me sleep.”

*Bakugo head butts him again*

“Sleep.” Kirishima grunts as he rolls over to turn his back on the dragon.

Bakugo does not like to be ignored.

Usually Bakugo would be petty enough to bark out a small flame to set something of Kiri’s on fire.

Other times he just wants attention. So he will keep head butting Kirishima until the oni gets annoyed enough to grab the dragon and cuddle him to his chest so he doesn’t move.

Victory.

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Kirishima can still remember fondly the first few nights of camping, the small dragon would curl himself into a ball in the center of the fire, watching him warily. Hissing if Kirishima made any sudden movements.

One night when he was polishing his club and checking for cracks he could hear movement from the fire. He kept his eyes focused on his weapon but his ears trained on the quiet scuttle of claws against the ground that was steadily moving closer to him.

A few moments later he felt Bakugo slowly rub the side of his small body against his thigh. Only then does he lower his gaze to meet the dragon.

“Hello Bakugo, did you want something?”

Bakugo huffs, looking at the club resting in Kirishima’s lap back to Kirishima.

In the next moment Bakugo crawls over Kirishima’s lap and swipes the club off of Kirishima’s lap so he could circle around a few times to settle in its place looking comfy and smug. The oni snorts.

“You could have just asked you tiny terror.”

katsuki loves you. from the bottom of his heart, he does. he loves how you help so many people, even without realizing it. he loves the way you're so unbelievably contagious, cheering up your friends when they're not feeling their best selves. and he feels so fuckin' grateful that you chose him to share your existence with.

you save so many people. you tell them to take care of themselves. you listen, and lend a hand to those in need when they need it most.

but what katsuki can't stand - what he fuckin' hates seeing the most - is you refusing to lend yourself that helping hand.

you don't hesitate to take care of anyone... so why is it so hard for you to take care of yourself?

you think you hide it well; you think nobody can see that you're truly, silently suffering. but none of this is fooling him. he's too perceptive for that. he catches you one night, completely offguard while you're crying.

katsuki's quick to envelop you in the tightest of hugs. his fingers, gently thread through your hair. he shoves your face into the crook of his neck, and there's absolutely no way you can escape his embrace now. no way you can possibly hide from him. and before he speaks, with the softest voice you've ever heard, he kisses your temple, tenderly like lovers do. like they should do.

"let me help you," he says, feeling your poor body shaking in his arms. "i want to take care of you."

you haven't heard kinder words in such a long, long time, it's powerful enough to shake you out of your sobbing and leaves you ultimately frozen.

"please," he pleads. and katsuki never says 'please.' "teach me how to love you. let me save you when you can't. and don't give me that, 'i'll be fine,' bullshit."

he pulls back to look you in the eye, his forehead pressing flush to yours. nose to nose.

"don't you fuckin' get it? you're all i have," his voice, so used to commanding with confidence and barking orders, croaks underneath hidden pressure, and cracks.

"you're the most important person in my life, dumbass," his throat bobs as he swallows. "and i don't ever wanna lose you."

OH MY GOD, THIS MANS IS SO FINE. IM CRYING, SCREAMING AND SHITTING WTF, LITERALLY IS A GOD

things to wear when i’m investigating an abandoned castle that’s heavily rumoured to be infested with vampires