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A Dragon’s blood

(lol, I even named it) And here it is! I hope you like this piece, that is practically me indulding myself af about dragon au’s and that I just wanted to write Bakushima.

Bakugou hears the steps before the person even gets close to where he settled down. His eye twitches and his face morphs into an angry, dark scowl, revealing sharp teeth and he straightens, his claws lightly clicking against the stone wall. Whoever came here, probably to seek glory or whatever other bullshit, was very welcome to meet a messy, bloody and certain death.

Silently moving around his hideout, Bakugou slips along the wall and up a ledge, clawed hands poised to strike. The guy, who heaves himself up over the ledge of the cliff where Bakugou will stay until he finds out where other dragons are that he can fight, isn’t older than Bakugou himself. His red hair is up in spikes and he wears comfortable, slightly scuffed, long sleeved clothes. He has no backpack with him, no sword, no potions, nothing.

The redhead looks around and the lack of weapons makes Bakugou pause. No one comes to him unarmed. Unless…

“Erm, hello?” The guy calls out. “Is anyone here?”

“Fucking heck yes, I am you fucking shithead!” Bakugou growls out. The guy’s head snaps around and he looks up to where Bakugou crouches, clawed hands visible. Instead of blanching and stumbling back, or staring at the scales that travel up his bare arms and at the sight of his red eyes, the stranger breaks out into a grin.

“You’re the dragon right?” He asks, though he’s thankfully not dumb enough to approach. Bakugou is still more than half ready to just go for his throat and be done with it. “The shape shifting one?”

“Fucking don’t ask the damn obvious questions.” Bakugou grouches, waving his clawed hands, his face growing angrier. “Piss the fuck off. What do you want anyway?”

The guy scratches his neck and Bakugou catches a whiff of his scent. Ah, he knew it. No wonder the dumb shit went up here visibly unarmed.

“Haven’t seen a witch in a while.” He growls down at the stranger, his face twisting into a rage filled smile. “What are you here for, my scales? My blood? The bones maybe?”

The guy looks taken aback. “No, no, I just…I wanted to see a dragon.”

Bakugou barks out a laugh. “You did, you suicidal shit. Fucking get lost.”

He opens his mouth a little to let smoke trail up against the edge of the cave, showing that even in his human form, he is very much able to breathe fire. “Or I can burn you alive.”

The guy scrunches up his face. “No thanks. So, yeah, uh…”

Before he can say anything else, Bakugou growls, low and deep and it echoes around the cave, sounding like a dark, huge beast. His eyes narrow and his claws flex against the stone, leaving scratches.

The guy leaves again, clearly not wishing to mess with an enraged dragon. Bakugou settles back and listens to the fading footsteps before he shakes his head. Everyone is just getting more and more fucking stupid these days. Damn shitheads.

~*~

Despite thinking he took care of the problem, the guy shows up the next day, introducing himself as Kirishima. Bakugou snarls at him that he doesn’t give a fuck and Kirishima just grins and they exchange a few words, that can barely be called a conversation, before he leaves again.

The third day, Kirishima shows up again, and the fourth, the fifth and the sixth as well. Every day without fail, until Bakugou realizes he keeps an ear out so he can hear when the witcher shows up. It makes him angry and prissy, though he realizes that the hot flow of fire, he can usually feel in his veins when he’s angry, remains calm. Fuck, he actually starts to like having this weird idiot around.

When Kirishima comes to visit him again, Bakugou’s ears easily make out the sound of his boots against the rocks.

“The fuck do you do here every day.” Bakugou says, this time sitting by the entrance of the cave and glaring at the witcher. “Don’t you have a life? A village? Magic mumbo-jumbo lessons to attend?”

Kirishima ducks his head a little and shrugs. “I have some free time.”

Bakugou stares at him. “And you spend it fucking climbing up a frigging mountain to bug me. What the fuck for?”

Kirishima settles down to sit by the edge of the cave, not too close but also not too far away. They can converse comfortably like this, Bakugou realizes and he doesn’t feel like the witcher wants to get into his temporary home.

“I’m just interested in you.” Kirishima says with a crooked grin.

Bakugou raises an eyebrow. “Because I’m a motherfucking dragon.”

“Well, at first.” Kirishima says with a shrug and an easy smile. “But I kind of like talking to you.”

The dragon doesn’t know what to say to that and just crosses his arms, before he can answer though, his nose catches a scent he has noticed around Kirishima before. Though until now, it has been faint and he thought it must have been because of a spell. Now though, it smells strong.

“The fuck.” He says and doesn’t hide the way he scents the air like a bloodhound. “You smell fucking weird.”

Kirishima fumbles for a moment and then shrugs again, though this time he’s looking away. “Just…I tried a few spells out this morning. It didn’t work though.”

Bakugou eyes him and lets the subject drop. To his own surprise they begin to talk, and soon enough, Bakugou finds himself barking out a rough laugh, head thrown back and his posture relaxed. Kirishima grins, wide and happy and shows him what he can do with his magic, his spells strong and steady and Bakugou finds himself loving the way Kirishima’s eyes light up whenever he uses his gift.

The week they spend together, soon enough morphs into two and by the third week, Bakugou starts to venture down the mountain, intercepting Kirishima before he has to climb up. They roam through the forest, shove each other into icy cold streams and Kirishima shows him around the small city he lives in.

Bakugou starts to look forward to it. He begins to smile more and while he has to fend off the one or another annoying knight who wants to take his head, he still stays.

Way too late, he realizes that he’s beginning to grin whenever Kirishima smiles or laughs and that his inner fire feels at ease and languid, how he’s walking closer to Kirishima and they keep bumping elbows and Bakugou starts to notice things like that the other guy eats too little and sometimes there is a strained look on Kirishima’s face.

It makes Bakugou’s hackles rise, to see the redhead unhappy and once the realization sets in, that his inner dragon chose to see Kirishima as a friend, a companion, he himself doesn’t want to leave anymore either.

The odd smells of magic cling to Kirishima on more and more days, sometimes bitter and rough like potions and herbs and Bakugou complains every time, though he can’t help but wonder what is going on. Kirishima starts to lose sleep too, though as soon as he sees Bakugou waiting for him, down at the mountain trail, his face lights up.

“What the shit is going on with you?” Bakugou asks one day, when Kirishima looks pale and pasty and his smiles don’t stretch wide enough that he can see those ridiculously sharp teeth.

Kirishima freezes and for a long, odd moment is face is strangely blank. Bakugou feels worry sneaking up his spine, anger setting in that something is going wrong in Kirishima’s life. Then the other‘s shoulders slump and Bakugou has to force down a growl, to push Kirishima back to look bright and straight and strong.

“I…haven’t been quite honest with you.” Kirishima admits quietly and silent defeat speaks of his body language and the way he averts his eyes. “Back when I first looked for you. Yes, I wanted to see a dragon and…”

With a deep breath, Kirishima rolls back his sleeves and Bakugou realizes he never saw the other without long clothes, even if they got wet or ran into pouring rain, Kirishima’s magic always dried him back up.

Now he stares at the dark lines he can see running along Kirishima’s skin and the way it looks like it’s about to harden into something unmoving. He stares for a long moment, silence hanging heavily between them.

“You’re cursed.” Bakugou finally says and his voice feels a bit muffled as his heart begins to race in his chest. His teeth almost bite into his lip and his clawed fingertips prick his palms. “You’re dying.”

“Slowly turning to stone. I can still move without trouble though, for now.” Kirishima says with a humorless, sad smile. Bakugou instantly hates that smile. Hates it with a burning fierceness that makes a rumble crawl along his ribs and his face twists into a dark scowl.

“I heard dragons know things about magic that most humans don’t.” Kirishima says and rolls the sleeves down again. He looks apologetic. “I wanted to ask if you knew a way to reverse this.”

“I know shit fuck all about magic.” Bakugou says, still standing rooted to the spot and suddenly it feels like it’s harder to breathe. “Never found that shit interesting.”

Kirishima gives him a smile, warm and fond and Bakugou wants to keep it. He wants to keep that fucking smile and see it every day. He wants Kirishima’s goofy grins and his hoots when Bakugou shows him something cool that he can do. He wants to hear Kirishima’s laugh and to keep waking up and realizing he looks forward to seeing him.

Most of all, he wants Kirishima to stay fucking alive.

“How long do you have?” He asks, still staring at Kirishima’s arms. He faintly wonders how far the curse already stretches. Where does it even begin?

Then another thought enters his mind and the snarling growl that vibrates in his throat makes Kirishima’s head snap up in startled surprise.

“Who?” Bakugou growls low and dangerous, eyes blazing, and his spine straightens like he’s ready to prowl and hunt. “Who did that?”

Kirishima rubs his shoulder and Bakugou can guess now, where the curse started. “Some guy I once fought. I don’t remember much, to be honest. The curse knocked me flat on my ass and jumbled up my memory.” He huffs a small, humorless laugh and Bakugou loathes it, this defeated, wrong sound. “I don’t know his name or where he is and I have looked for him, fruitlessly.”

His voice grows quiet. “There is nothing I can do. No spells work, no one can reverse it. I’ve tried everything I can think of.”

Bakugou feels like his breaths burn in his lungs and then a thought burns bright in his mind and he snaps forward, grabbing Kirishima by the shoulders.

“Not fucking everything.” He says, a wild grin stretching across his face. “You never tried dragon blood did you? Or scales? I don’t know fucking anything about magic, but I know that my blood can get some freaky shit done.”

Kirishima’s eye widen. “You would…let me have your blood?”

Bakugou makes a frustrated sound and lightly slaps him on the back of his head, knocking their foreheads together.

“Fucking yes, you damn dumbass. I won’t let you fucking die, got that? Don't look so shitty surprised, I want to have your ass around.”

Kirishima begins to grin and Bakugou grins in return, satisfied when he hears the other laugh and if Kirishima grabs his hands and starts to cry somewhere between laughing and Bakugou cursing that they’re getting this fucking solved, they both don’t comment on it, relief a fresh taste on their tongues and their foreheads still pressed together.

#bakushima #kind of #just me writing bullshit #and indulding my favorite au's #i hope you like it #even if it's weird or boring #don't mind me rambling i got a cold this week

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