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ah-scheisse-its-you · 8 months

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I Never Want to Lose You

For @snailor-bee 💛💛my darling, with your prompt of Wound Tending

Bee dropped the Yeehawgust list in our chat and suggested we do something for one another, which sounded like a blast. All the prompts are so fun too, it was hard to pick.

So ya know, I looked up one thing for this and everything else was based off of western romance novels I used to read, so enjoy xD

Ship: Kirishima/Bakugo

Word count: unknown cause I typed it straight into tumblr

Warning: mention of wound/some blood, not very descriptive

While Bakugo isn't the owner (that title still goes to his parents), he is the general point of contact for the cow hands and the one that makes most of the decisions

Kirishima's been a cowboy working with the Bakugo ranch, aka the Rocking B Ranch, for half a decade now

There's nothing the hands don't trust Bakugo with, Kirishima especially. He'd never ask someone to do a task that he himself wouldn't also do and the men respect him more because of it.

It's part of what makes Kirishima proud to work at the Rocking B Ranch, and part of why he's stayed on

The other part is Bakugo himself

The blond man has a personality spikier than the cactuses they ride past on cattle drives that take them to the south, but the way he doesn't back down from a challenge, how he holds himself to the same standards he judges other by, his straightforward nature, all of that show Kirishima how manly he truly is.

And really, his spiky personality is tamed by the softest blond hair Kirishima has ever seen, sadly covered by a cowboy hat most of the day; by the gentle way he speaks to his horse, Caramel, at the end of the day as he brushes her down; by the curve of his jaw, the part that tempts Kirishima to touch, to take

He hasn't, of course

(He wishes too, often)

But that's okay. They're friends now, 5 years of working together, of traveling long, boring stretches of land only to bunk close by at night to share warmth has built up a bond stronger than anyone else's on the ranch.

That bond comes with some perks that Kirishima really likes. One such perks(his favorite really) was being the go-to person that accompanies Bakugo for safety and companionship on trips, like when they go to bull auctions or to scout new trails.

Just long stretches of time they can be alone and talk without worry.

(Bakugo confesses on one of these rides that he's not going to follow his parents wishes and settle down with some girl.

"That kind of softness ain't for me. Maybe I can't have what I want, but I won't fuckin' settle for something wrong."

A little piece of Kirishima's heart breaks that day at the reminder that Bakugo may not always be there for him, that the Rocking B could one day not be his home.)

They're scouting ahead in a gorge one day when it happens.

Bakugo is complaining about Sero's horse nipping at whoever walks near it, aggravation coloring his tone, while Kirishima laughs at him, knowing full well that Goldy holds a sour spot at him for not giving her an extra apple slice after dinner like Sero usually does

A crack rings out just as Bakugo reins in Caramel to better meet Kirishima's smiling face and tell him off for laughing. The small smile that'd been starting on the blond's face slides off as red starts bleeding through his shirt.

"Run" Bakugo says, his voice a chocked kind of whisper.

They kick their horses into matching gallops and speed back out of the gorge, sporadic shots following them for a short while before trailing off.

Apparently their adversary didn't care to give chase

Adrenaline and fear course through Kirishima's body, but he is able to check in enough to see that Bakugo has pressed his handkerchief to the wound to staunch the blood as he rides, relieving a bit of his worry

The campsite they used the night before isn't far away, a mile or two at best, and Bakugo leads them back to it without saying anything

It's the best option really, since there's a stream right alongside it and open enough that no one would be able to sneak up on them

Sliding off his horse with a pinched expression, Bakugo hisses in pain as his body jolts, an even louder hiss coming when he pulls the handkerchief away for a moment before pressing it straight back on

That more than anything spurs Kirishima into action

"I needta clean that," Kirishima says, dismounting own stead and dropping the lead, thankful that she's used to ground tying.

"It's fine, I can handle it."

"Bullshit, Katsuki, let me see."

"I'll be fine, shitty hair, I just need to wrap it."

Kirishima glares at him from under the brim of his hat and grabs his good arm, leading him to medium-sized rock close to the stream and pushing him to sit on it

"Said I'm takin' care of it, that isn't a choice. Not when you've been shot." The last part almost makes Kirishima choke, but he pulls himself together to grab what they'll need from the saddlebags

Bakugo has taken off his shirt and hat by the times he's gotten back with the supplies. His bloodied bundle of clothes is lying next to him, and his face looks a bit ashen, but he seems ready to fight more than die, so Kirishima takes that as a good thing

"Fuckin' bastards," Bakugo bitches, taking a swig out of the alcohol Kirishima offers him before going to wet a rag in the stream, "if we ever meet that no-good shooter, I'm gonna kill them."

Kirishima laughs and knocks his hat back, thankful Bakugo's spirit hasn't been taken away. The laughter dies in his throat as he pulls Bakugo's handkerchief away from the wound

The bullet went all the way through, thank god, becuase Kirishima's not sure he could handle digging it out right now. There's still a lot of blood and he has to take a deep breath before blotting at it with the rag, cleaning the edges.

Kirishima's hands tremble slightly against the wound. Bakugo doesn't mention it, even when he presses too hard and makes the blond grunt in pain

Bakugo is actually staring at him quite hard, almost studying as he lets Kirishima clean both sides of the bullet hole.

There's sweat beading along his brow when Kirishima pulls out the alcohol to disinfect it, just in case. Bakugo's hand shoots out to hold on his forearm at the first painful press, but it doesn't stop him in any way

The pressure Bakugo's using grounds him to the Now rather than letting him slip into the thoughts that plagued their ride back, of what could've happened if Bakugo hadn't moved at exactly the right time.

Surely there's noise around, but all Kirishima can hear is the water that runs beside them, Bakugo's sporadic pained noises, and his own whispered apologies

Packing gauze on both sides, Kirishima carefully wrapped bandages around Bakugo's chest and arm to keep them in place. It was pretty messy, and they really oughta get to a doctor, but it would do

Kirishima's hands linger around the wrapping once he's done, not quite ready to pull away. He needs to be here, needs to touch to assure himself that Bakugo would be okay

There's no rush and he's not pushed away, so he stays there until he can't bear it

A shaky breath echos in the space between them

With how close they are (Bakugo must've gotten closer because he hadn't moved), Kirishima doesn't realized it came from him until Bakugo's hand is caressing his face, wiping away tears he didnt know he was crying.

"I'm sorry," Bakugo says

Kirishima sobs out a laugh

"It's not— not like you meant to get shot. I'm just being weak."

Bakugo's touch is stronger now, more forceful as he guides Kirishima to look at him. "It's not weak to be scared or cry. You did a good fucking job. I'm gonna be okay, promise."

"But I almost LOST you! What if that shot had hit somewhere worse! Katsuki, I couldn't bear losing you. . . . You're my partner, I— I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bakugo leans his head in, blond hair mixing with red so he can meet Kirishima's gaze, good hand still cradling his cheek.

"Do you mean that?" Bakugo asks, hoping flaring in his eyes. That alone is enough to give Kirishima a shot of courage

"Yes. I love you, Katsuki Bakugo, from the tip of my hat to the sole of my boots."

With that, Bakugo's cheeks tinge a cute pink.

"Fuck. I love you too, Eijiro, more than anything. You're the person I want to settle down with, partners for life, or whatever it is Mina says."

Kirishima laughs, this one much brighter than the last despite his sniffles, and wraps his arms around Bakugo. "Close enough. Does this mean I can kiss you now? I've been thinkin' about it for a while."

"You fuckin' better, I've been waiting for over five years and a bullet wound now."

Squeezing his side, Kirishima replies, "I'm ignoring that because you're cute, but we will be headin' back to the ranch after this to get the doc."

Bakugo rolls his eyes and surges in rather than waiting any longer, their lips meeting a little harshly.

The sting pain is gone quickly though, instantly soothed away by the rush of love that courses through him and the taste of alcohol on Bakugo's tongue.

It's even better than he imagined

They only pull away when Kirishima's hands start to wander and one skims over the bandages, making Bakugo hiss.

"Okay, okay. Time to go back now so I can't hurt you," Kirishima says, grabbing Bakugo's hat and plopping it on his head.

"Fine, let's go home. So long you stay with me."

"Always."

Home with Katsuki by his side. He couldn't ask for anything more perfect

#bnha #mha #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #angel writes #kirishima eijirou #bakukiri #yeehawgust #western au #doing it as a bullet fic did NOT make it shorter xD #but it was super fun #for Bee #getting together #the one thing i looked up was ground tyinh #which i knew was a thing i just needed to check it out

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ah-scheisse-its-you · 1 year

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Got inspired to write a ficlet for Bee's oc Carys and Marco after she showed me a super sweet holiday comm that set my mind rolling. Happy holidays Bee 😘🐝

Continue on to read ❤️

"So it is called Christmas?"

"Yeah, it's a holiday in a lot of islands we look out for. They all have different traditions that we've cobbled together for the crew."

"Like this," Carys started as she reached down and pulled at the brightly patterned wool covering her torso, "sweater?"

Marco laughed. "Yeah, Jozu brought that one to us from the West Blue. Thatch is a pro at finding the most awful ones and always wins, no matter how hard Haruta tries."

"That's very brave of him. What else is there?" Carys ran her hands over the green pine branches wrapping around the doorway, curious at how these tied into a celebration.

"Well that's garland, a kind of boring decoration, but it matches the tree. You saw that on deck near Pops, covered in lights and ornaments. We have a couple smaller ones spread throughout the ship too."

Her hand paused as she thought back to when she arrived, trying to place it in the rush of greeting people and finding Marco.

"Oh! Yes!! It was so pretty and some of them were very sparkly."

"Most of those are the one's Haruta's division covered in glitter. All the pieces are handmade because they represent each of us."

"That's very sweet for your Father."

Marco's eyes softened as he answered, "Pops loves it. He picks some to put up himself every year and then lifts one of the newest crew members up to put the star on the top."

Carys smiled and put a hand on Marco's arm, tugging at the scarf wrapped there. "It sounds great for bonding as a clan."

"It is. You'll have to make an ornament this year, Carys, since we're allied and everything."

She smiled, happy to be included so easily into their clan, happy to be Marco's side.

"I'd like that. Is there anything else I should know about, just in case Thatch tries to trick me?"

"You already know about most of the food, since it's no different from our parties. The kitchen does some more baking for it though, like cookies. Oh, a lot of people exchange gifts around this time of year. Normally it happens between families or loved ones, but it's agreed upon beforehand. The commanders all give things to each other, so don't let Thatch goad you into a gift."

"Should I have gotten you something? As mates?"

"Carys, you being here is the greatest gift of them all," Marco said, backing up and tugging her into the doorway. Carys followed, confused but pleased that she was what Marco wanted.

Her mind still caught in that train of thought, she was surprised when Marco's hands settled on her waist and he pulled her in for a soft kiss.

"One last tradition: mistletoe," Marco stated, pointing upwards and dropping a peck on Carys cheek as she followed his finger. "You kiss whoever you meet under it."

"This tradition is far better than the sweaters were. As long as it's you I am with."

Marco let out a grumble and pulled her into a hug. "Only me."

Carys grinned at Marco's rare showing of jealousy. She was happy she'd made it up to celebrate with the crew and learn all this new stuff.

Loud caterwauling came from somewhere a few walls away, bouncing through the halls and Marco groaned.

"Ugh, I guess I forgot one— Christmas carols. Thatch becomes the worst singer ever for them, don't let him rope you in to any."

Art by the amazing @dailyrebranded Fic for my darling @secretsnailor love you, hope you enjoy (again)

#for Bee #one piece oc #oc x Marco #Carys #ficlet

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