#krbk fanfic

[literarydumpinggrounds]

Minors DNI 🔞 I kinda heard this as the scene played out in my mind palace, but whatever hot clurb music tickles your fancy is fine with me, pookie..

You knew that he was out there.

Somewhere beyond the blinding neon lights of the dance floor, a ghost hidden in the shadowy seams of the writhing sea of bodies. All olympian muscle and greedy vermillion gaze, strong thighs spread wide as he sat against the low lit bar. Intently watching— hunting —as the two of you moved with the music. You’d be lying through your teeth if you said that you didn’t love the way he got that low lidded, heady expression.

Over you.

Over the way the both of you would sneak playful little glances at him. Over the way that your hips bumped and gyrated in sync with Eijiro’s, music practically conducting through your body as the technicolor light show illuminated your figures; laughing, flirting, teasing each other.. playing the long game to see who would lose their patience first.

You catch eyes for a moment as you playfully press your back to the redhead’s front, biting at your lip as his strong hands start gripping along your hips. Those big, rough palms sneaking discreetly under the edges of your shirt hem.

He loved putting on a show for the blonde just as much as you did, getting a kind of high from it.

Katsuki can’t help adjusting himself in his seat, ears hot and face flushing over the way you’re bumping your ass back into his best friend’s bulge. None of your friends knew about your favorite game of cat and mouse— Kats and mice —where you and Eij did everything in your combined power to rile him up.

They didn’t know that the three of you soiled Katsuki’s sheets after every weekend meet up with your friends. They didn’t know the poetry you’d write with your writhing bodies, etching each other’s names into every inch of your consciousness as a reminder to the three of you that nothing compared to the bond you shared. It was.. unconventional, maybe, but the realest thing you’d ever felt.

“Looks like someone’s tired of waiting, baby..”

As real as the hot hand that pulled you back into reality, sandwiching you between their massive bodies, and enveloping your senses in musky caramel swirl. The blonde snaked that hand around your waist, fingers flexing impatiently against the exposed skin of your back, unfazed by the stick of sweat that’d made Kirishima’s shirt cling moments before; and even if the lowlights made for a gracious cover, closer inspection would expose the furious blush painted over his skin.

“Can’t take you brats anywhere..” his breath fanned across your neck, amused eyes never leaving red’s. “Always causing me fuckin trouble.”

[mirllop]

Bakugou coming out to his parents...

I think it'd go a little something like this.

Bakugou: Hey, hag. Old man. I have a boyfriend. Mitsuki: Okay? You brat, you think I care that you're gay? Masaru: Son, thank you for trusting us with this! We accept you. Who is your boyfriend? Bakugou: Kirishima. Mitsuki: Invite him over for dinner. Bakugou: No. A few violences later Kirishima: Woah, your parents want me over for dinner? That's awesome! Bakugou: Hmph.

Bakugou knew he was gay since middle school but just never bothered to tell his parents. He only came out to them when he told them about Kirishima. 😭

"They don't need to know I'm gay. They wouldn't care anyway. I'll just bring home a boyfriend and come out to them that way!" This was what middle schooler Bakugou planned. And, in true Bakugou fashion, that is pretty much exactly what he did.

[kitkatrix]

Bakugou has nicknames for people. He calls Ashido "Raccoon Eyes", Todoroki "Icy Hot"–

And Kirishima "Shitty Hair".

This is all normal until Kiri and Baku start dating and Kaminari calls him out for it. "Dude, it's not nice to call your boyfriend a 'shithead'."

Bakugou stares, "The fuck are you talking about?"

"Kirishima is your partner, right? So maybe you should call him something... I dunno, affectionate?"

"I do."

"Oh yeah? Name one thing you call Kirishima that isn't an insult."

Bakugou opens his mouth and is cut off by the redhead's voice.

"Hey bros, what's happenin'?" Kirishima jumps over the sofa and lands next to Bakugou, putting an arm around his shoulder, "Anything I miss?"

Kaminari sighs, "I'm telling your boyfriend here that the pet names he gives you are mean! How do they not bother you?"

Kiri blinks, "Because I do the same thing?"

Kaminari tilts his head and Kirishima nuzzles the side of Bakugou's face with his nose, his voice tilting into a childish tone, "He's my widdle bitch."

"Fuck off, bastard." Bakugou shoves at Kirishima halfheartedly but can't hide the smile that makes its way onto his lips. "You're so clingy."

"You love it," Kiri murmurs and kisses his cheek before bouncing up, going towards the kitchen, "and you love me."

"Choke."

"Later." He winks, "And I love you too, asshole." Kirishima blows him a kiss and walks off.

Kaminari is stunned speechless watching the interaction. It isn't normal behavior for two people that are in a relationship to call each other degrading names.

Then again, this is Kirishima and Bakugou. They're the furthest thing from normal.

And he realizes there's nothing wrong with that.

[vermielian]

Bands of Light - Krbk fantasy fanfic

Summary: CHAPTER 1 Kirishima Eijiro and Bakugo Katsuki. Princes from opposing kingdoms, known for their power, riches and influence. Both kingdoms were once in war and showered in blood. Although, it seems to have come to a halt as the King and Queen of the Bakugo dynasty and rulers of the Solarnelle kingdom: Mountains that hold the warm glow of embers, protecting against the world's cold, offered an arrangement with the Kirishima clan and their Queens, the rulers of the Keatha Empire: a kingdom shrouded in forests where every thorn bush guards a heart, the essence of life’s vitality and love. That arrangement being offered their only child and beloved son’s hand in marriage, to bring both kingdoms peace and prosperity. Although the problem is, our ashy blonde prince wasn’t very fond of the idea of being married to a person he has never met. Especially when this person is from the kingdom he was just fighting with every fibre of his body to destroy and make weep underneath his boot. But maybe this flamboyant redhead might change things.

CW: !All characters are adults! strong language, arranged marriage, angst, violence, descriptions of war, enemies to lovers, slowburn, fantasy au, krbk, character x character, character death, near death experiences, love rival (for Kirishima), MlM, complex family relationships, suggestive scenes (no nsfw or smut), fluff, kidnapping, the Kirishimas are Pinoy🇵🇭!!, ocs

May be added onto A03 if I find time

Chapter 1 - Unruly Rivals

To put it bluntly Bakugo wasn’t at all pleased to be at this ball. Normally, the hot headed prince wouldn’t care less about the parties and gatherings his parents put together. But this was different. And it made him sick.

Bakugo lets out a scoff as his crimson eyes scanned across the marble floor of the ballroom. Scanning like a bird of prey ready to pounce and tear its next meal to shreds with satisfaction and pride. But instead he just felt the sinking feeling in his stomach worsen. Which wasn’t like him at all. The mighty Bakugo Katsuki. The only heir to the throne and only child to Queen Bakugo Mitsuki and King Bakugo Masaru. The crowned prince of Solarnelle, the one who was gifted the power of explosion magics from the gods above, the one who was always followed by a flocks of young suitors eager to get a single glance from him, the one who’s beauty shone throughout his kingdom like the sun itself, was being placed in an arranged marriage. But not just any arranged marriage. He was being married to the eldest son of the Keatha empire and one of many children from the kirishima clan: Prince Kirishima Eijiro. The prince whose family had been rumoured to have close connections to giant fire breathing beasts and who could wipe out a whole battalion of Solarnelle soldiers with his fists and sword alone. The beast of a man with fiery red hair and eyes of bright vermillion stones. He was the one he was going to marry.

But Bakugo never spited his parents for this. At least, he tried to.

Their two kingdoms have been at war for almost 2 years now, and it was putting both sides under economic pressure and strain. Not to mention the bloodshed that came from the war, which led to Bakugo further sheltering himself and forming this hard shell around himself. So Bakugo understood why he had to do this. To marry someone he doesn’t love. He didn’t want the Kingdom, his people, his family to suffer anymore than they alreayd have. Both kingdoms have suffered great losses during the 2 years of war, so he knew it was only right he performed his duty.

Although, Bakugo always thought he would able to find that someone with his own tuition. Without needing to be forced for the kingdom’s sake, and without having his whole world on his shoulders, which was already crumbling as he walked.

But while Bakugo was having his sulk session, an iconic flamboyant redhead made his way through the ballroom doors, his attire looking more exotic and dare he might say barbaric than anything else in the ballroom. This would then cause noble men and servants alike to pause and look in awe at the new sense of style they were now exposed to.

The redhead prince was draped in a fine wine red robe which complimented his hair which was styled with obsidian headgear that made tuffs of his hair stick out like devil horns. But the most striking thing about his outfit was the large fur collared cape he wore that framed his shirtless chest. The said fur that adorned his neck looking like a beast that he had skinned to show off his power. Although the Kirishima son didn’t seem to be bothered by the looks and stares of disgust and discomfort as he kept walking with the rest of his immediate family right beside him, all in their own breath taking native clothing style and each of his stunning mothers by his side as the King and Queen of Solarnelle rushed to greet them.

Hesitantly, the young prince soon made his way down the red carpet draped steps as his soft hand grazed against the cold, gold hand rail which was engraved with beautiful designs. His heavy crimson cape adorned with golden accents and a thick fur collar dragged and dropped against each step as he descended. His obsidian coloured military general’s uniform going perfectly with the combinations of golds and reds. His heavy leathered boots making a hard thudding sound every step he took. This lead to everyone’s eyes to fall on him. A low buz coming from the servants and nobles that were whispering to each other. Bakugo’s strong figure and striking beauty always left them shocked.

As soon as Bakugo reached the ballroom floor and made his way through the crowds of people to the Kirishimas. And boy did his feel his palms warm up. He never felt so angry, so annoyed, so scared to meet someone that was obviously below him in every way.

“Ah! Katsuki my dear!” His mothers sickly sweet voice called out to him which immediately made his eyes snap to her matching set of crimson red eyes, “I’m sure you know by now but, this is my son, Prince Bakugo Katsuki.”she said behind gritted teeth and a painful strained smile as he grip held tightly on to Bakugo’s shoulder.

“Ah yes, I’ve heard about the young prince long before the war even began! You have quite the name for yourself.” Queen Kirishima Taeka commented in her strong but gentle sounding voice, a light chuckle leaving her as she crossed her arms around her chest. He dark hair styled in a black bun, a few braids found here and there decorated with handmade beads and golden head pieces which went perfectly with her ruby eyes which Katsuki noticed all the Kirishima children had.

Katsuki just nodded his head firmly, choosing not to say anything in case he slipped up and said something he would regret, his eyes soon hovering towards Queen’s son. He was surprisingly…tall? Katsuki had to admit, the man looked much smaller from a distance, but now that he has a better look of him, Kirishima Eijiro was a beast. Literally. Although not monstrously tall, he still towered over Katsuki and he didn’t like that one bit as it left a sour taste in his mouth.

“We are so happy to have this change to arrange something you my lights, as you both know very well our kingdoms have not been doing well due to this war.” Kirishima’s other mother and other Queen of Keatha, Kirishima Yua, voiced out, her voice notably softer as she spoke. Her honeycomb eyes standing out from the sea of red as her curly red hair was left down but as equally beautiful and brightly styled as her lover.

“Indeed, I do hope this arrangement goes well for all of our sakes.” Queen Mitsuki smiled, her husband remaining quietly beside he throughout the whole exchange, “Oh! I almost forgot but as this arrangement may take a while I’ve prepared a manor near by for your…” Mitsuki continued before pausing, almost overwhelmed by the amount of girl they had, exactly 7 girls, “Family…heh..oh! And please don’t be afraid to ask questions as well. I do understand that some of our ways of doing things are different to yours.” She then continued before quickly changing the topic to not sound rude in front of the Queens.

“Anyways! How about we all enjoy this ball in celebration to new beginnings!” King Masaru then said, this being the first time he has spoke since he greeted and introduced himself, his hands clasped together as a soft smile grew on his face as all of their eyes moved to him. Poor man. Katsuki huffed in agreement, he didn’t want to be here longer than he had to.

“Oh! And one more thing I forgot to mention! I’m sorry dear,” Mitsuki then added before turning to her husband hand held his hand softly, genuinely meaning what she was saying towards him, “But if it’s alright with you, my Queens, but Prince Eijiro will be staying here with us, as I feel like this would help them get to know each other, no?”.

What?

“That’s a great idea actually!” Queen Yua voiced out in genuine agreement and happiness, a bright smile appearing on her porcelain face as she looked up to her wife who expressed the same agreement. “I don’t think that will be a problem, right Eijiro?” Taeka said before looking towards her only son, who still hasn’t uttered a word since he got here.

“No mother, I’ll make you proud.” He said, his voice almost holding that same flare and sparky breath as Taeka but still as smooth as honey. Although Katsuki, as much as he wanted to stay neutral about the whole situation, was almost bubbling with anger.

He wasn’t informed that the former enemy was staying, with HIM and HIS FAMILY. It was honestly taking everything in his power to not pounce as the tall redheaded man and choke him out on the cold ballroom floor.

The rest of the conversation continued on I’m a blur and swiftly came to an end while Katsuki processed everything, his eyes slightly wide in shock as he tried to hide his emotions.

“Indeed!…..hahaha!……….how about……….Katsuki?”

“…”

“Katsuki…?”

“…”

“My prince?”

“…”

“Prince Katsuki?” Said prince suddenly came out of his trance as he looked around at the people around him, his eyes coming in contact with his mothers first, her face carrying concern, leaking with annoyance concealed with a worried smile and a innocent head tilt. Although her eyes were carrying an ever growing flame and sharp anger, while his father on the other hand looked nothing but concerned for his son, his hands slightly reached out towards him as his eyes slowly spoke a thousand words. The Kirishimas on the other hand seemingly confused and somewhat put off by the blonde prince’s attitude.

“Are you okay, My prince?” Eijiro’s voice asked lowly in concern, making Katsuki at the horned man. His face making eye to ‘eye’ contact with Eijiro’s strong, scared, and slightly painted chest. This made his face bloom into all sorts of reds as he flinched backwards, looking up as well as he tried to process a response.

“I’m fine…you don’t have to worry about me.” He grumbled out as he made distance between them, the same sour taste returning to his mouth as he shot a glare towards the barbaric prince.

“Hah…that’s good then ,my dear, but as I was saying Katsuki,” his mother then said, her voice sounding more aggressive than before, “How about you take some time here to get know Prince Eijiro? You might find something in common.” She hummed with a sickly sweet smile.

Well, there was nothing Katsuki could do but say yes. So with that the blonde prince nodded his head with a short and sweet bow to the monarchs as he side eyed his soon to be husband.

“Good! Just come find us if you need anything!” She reminded as Katsuki nodded, trying to keep himself from rolling his eyes and grunting from annoyance. But once Queens and King waved the two princes off and Bakugo turned around, a harsh scowl spread across his beautiful features as his hands clenched in anger. Small explosions coming from his closed palms.

Katsuki only took a couple steps away from their parents before stopping completely near a large window draped in red silk curtains, bunched together, neatly, at the ends with a golden rope. The fiery redhead following closely as he stood awkwardly next to him.

Kirishima let out a sigh through his nose as a bright but dopey smile grew on his face. His cherry coloured eyes looking outside the window as he tried to think of something to say. Both men sitting in an uncomfortable silence.

“Look…I know that this isn’t the best of situations to be in…” Kirishima addressed with a soft smile as he looked over to Bakugo who still had a strong scowl on his face, his eyes looking anywhere but Kirishima’s. But either way the man continued, “But we have to do this for our Kingdo-“

“Don’t you think I know that?” Bakugo spat out, a raspy anger in his voice as his striking eyes finally looked up to Kirishima’s. “This is nothing more than an obligation so stop acting all sappy and sweet with me. I know what you can do.”

Kirishima was taken aback, the prince was so composed around his parents. But then again, he and his mother’s noticed the lighting grip she hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, almost how a wolf trainer back in Keatha would hold the leash of the pups. And to be honest, he didn’t know what to say.

“Look…I’ll try not to be rude to you in any way, because as you said, our kingdoms need this marriage. But don’t expect me to be outwardly affectionate are talkative with you or anything like that crap.” Bakugo then added as he sucked his teeth, his clenched fists letting off small explosions yet again, his spiky blonde hair sweeping over his eyes as he turned away from the muscular man, who was currently speechless.

“Sure thing…” Kirishima said, his voice cracking slightly as he felt his face heat up. Normally he wouldn’t tolerate any behaviour like this but something about him, about Bakugo Katsuki, felt right.

“Uh…do you want a drink..?” The shirtless prince then asked, causing Bakugo to slowly turn his head in annoyance and shock. His jaw clenched as he bit on his tongue, trying to find the words.

“What of don’t act sappy with me do you not get, shitty hair?” Bakugo asked, glaring daggers at the poor prince who only wanted to get him a drink.

Kirishima only let out a short laugh at the comment about his hair, causing Bakugo’s gaze to soften, “heh, sorry, but the question still stands, my prince.” Kirishima said as a sharp toothy smile grew on his face. This feature of Kirishima caught the shorter prince’s attention, never in his life seeing someone with such a unique smile. If anyone in Solarnelle had a teeth like those they’d surely be shunned and chased out of the kingdom, being seen as a demon or sorts. This led to Bakugo further inspecting the prince’s appearance, going from the most noticeable attributes to the least noticeable ones like how the man’s skin was beautifully tanned and sun kissed and the natural rosey colour in the man’s cheeks, or the sharp but elegant eyelashes he had that further enhanced his red eyes or the small scar that rested on Kirishima’s right eye.

“Fine..”

“Haha! Cool!” Kirishima then said, his smile not leaving his face as he went to get their drinks, his noble cloak dragging across the floor, clearly carrying some weight with it.

To say the least, Bakugo was shocked. The prince of the Keatha Empire was nothing like he expected. This is going to be hard.

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[scarlet-traveler]

My second fic for KRBK Cuddles Week! I combined the prompts after-patrol, morning, sleepy, cozy, and kissy cuddles. Enjoy!

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Katsuki’s entire body was leaden as he dragged himself over the threshold into the apartment. Dead on his feet, sore limbs, aching shoulders from overusing his quirk, the scent of smoke clinging to every inch of him, his hero costume looking like he walked through a burning building. 

He had definitely gotten some strange looks from the kid working the counter at the local 24/7 konbini. Katsuki hadn’t even had the energy to get mad or even mildly annoyed. He’d just bought his onigiri with a mumbled thanks and shuffled out to complete the rest of the walk home.

Stomach now full (or as full as it would get, he didn’t have the energy to make a proper meal), all he had left to do was wash away the last twelve hours of his life so he could finally fucking rest.

His boots were peeled off and left by red ones in genkan, his gauntlets and neck brace deposited alongside shoulder gears, and he stepped deeper into the apartment.

It was quiet, the living room empty and the closed balcony curtains barely letting in the light of the pre-sunrise sky into the space. He wasn’t surprised not to see anybody. Nobody in their right mind would be awake right now if they didn’t half to be.

Muscle memory carried Katsuki down the hall to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, but he would’ve still been able to hear the rumbling snores inside if it had been completely closed. 

Eijirou was sprawled on his back in the bed, his mane of red hair spread across the pillow and the covers pushed down to his waist to reveal a bare chest littered with scars from years of hero work that rose and fell with each breath. 

The sight was tempting; Katsuki itched to climb into bed then and there, to wrap himself in the warmth and comfort of his husband and finally release himself from the long-ass night. 

It was the knowledge of Future Katsuki being pissed about dust and grime and whatever else on his costume dirtying the bedsheets that had Current Katsuki grabbing a change of clothes from the dresser and shuffling off to the bathroom.

A hot shower and the shedding of a layer of grime later, Eijirou was still in the same position when Katsuki returned to the bedroom. Fuckin’ rock. His lips quirked up into a small smile. He wasted no time in slipping under the covers, closing the gap between them as threw an arm and a leg over Eijirou and buried his face in the crook of his neck to leech off the warmth radiating off his body.

Just what he needed after an overnight patrol.

Eijirou’s snores cut off then as his chest rose in a deep breath, enough to move Katsuki with it before he sank back down. The arm that had been sprawled across Katsuki’s side of the bed that he now laid on curled up to tug Katsuki even closer. “Ka’ski?” he mumbled, his voice gravely from sleep.

Katsuki grunted, not making a move to detach himself from Eijirou’s side.

Unfortunately, he was dislodged anyway as Eijirou moved himself. They stayed close, Eijirou only turning into his side, but Katsuki still glared at him when their gazes met.

Eijirou only smiled back, all sleepy and sappy as he settled back into the pillows. “You don’t have to pout, Kats, I didn’t go anywhere.”

Katsuki resolutely did not pout as his frown got deeper. “I was comfortable.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” A warm hand came up to cradle Katsuki’s face. His thumb brushed over his brow to smooth it out, down his cheek and over his lips. His smile, still soft at the edges, grew enough to make his eyes crinkle. “You’re back.”

Katsuki hummed, already feeling mollified. “Just got in a little while ago. I’m fuckin’ beat.”

“You were gone a long time.” And Katsuki hated how sad Eijirou sounded, hated the dimming of his smile and the sheen that grew in his eyes, emotions much more raw when he was tired. It had Katsuki turning his head to press a lingering kiss to Eijirou’s palm, and another to his wrist.

“I’m here now.”

The effect was instantaneous, Eijirou’s face brightening tenfold. “I’m glad you’re back.” The hand on Katsuki’s cheek guided him closer, and Eijirou closed the rest of the gap with a kiss.

The morning breath hit Katsuki first, but he ignored it. He hasn’t gotten to kiss this moron for the better part of twenty-four hours, he wasn’t going to stop him and make him brush his goddamn teeth.

The kiss was languid, fitting for the early morning when the birds had only just started chirping outside, waiting to greet the sun as it breached the horizon, the rest of the world moving slow in the half-light. Katsuki certainly wasn’t in a rush; he’d been going nonstop the night before, his and Eijirou’s new agency keeping them busy around the clock. Without sidekicks or interns yet, they were stretched thin as they worked to get their agency properly on the map, meaning that moments like these had been few and far between for too long.

Katsuki could gripe at Eijirou for being awake right now, for wasting precious time he could’ve been using to get more rest ahead of his own killer shift that day. Instead he tangled fingers into red hair and tugged Eijirou closer until he was pressed on top of him, the brick wall of a hero he had grown into closing Katsuki in on all sides and he loved it.

He didn’t notice his own movements starting to slow until he felt Eijirou grin against his out of synch lips, and he pulled back enough to speak. “You need to sleep.”

Katsuki pried his eyes open to blink up at him, the exhaustion hitting him like a bullet train now that his senses were no longer flooded by Eijirou. He still frowned. “So do you. Twelve hour patrol and office shit, remember?”

Eijirou groaned. “Man, yeah.” He slumped, face tucked against Katsuki’s collarbone. “We’re masochists for opening an agency only three years after graduation.”

Katsuki snorted. “Still worth it.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Grinning, Katsuki pressed a kiss, two, to Eijirou’s temple, his arms shifting to squeeze around his shoulders. “Go back to sleep.”

Eijirou’s responding hum vibrated against Katsuki’s neck. “You too?” he asked, already sounding like he was starting to drop off.

Katsuki definitely wanted to, letting Eijirou’s weight press him further into the mattress. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” Kisses were pressed onto the side of his neck as Eijirou hugged him closer, growing slower and lighter until Eijirou’s lips stilled against his skin, his snores starting back up soon after.

Katsuki’s favorite lullaby, the sound dragging him into sleep before he could think to close his eyes.

What felt like seconds later, the weight lifted off of him, then another beat passed and chapped lips kissed his cheek. Squinting against the sunlight now streaming through the window revealed Eijirou leaning over him, already dressed in his hero costume minus the gears and face guard. He smiled when Katsuki’s gaze met his. “See you later tonight?”

Katsuki grunted, reaching up to cup Eijirou’s face and pull him down into a kiss.

“Blech, morning breath,” Eijirou whined amidst giggles when they parted.

“Fuck off, yours is worse.” Katsuki pushed Eijirou’s face away, but he couldn’t stop his smile, tired as he still was. “Kick some ass, Red.”

Eijirou kissed his palm before sending him a bright smile. “Will do.”

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Also on AO3, lemme know your thoughts! <3 and huge thanks to @animlcrisscross for putting this together! :D

[wwwduh]

one more time, one more chance ; krbk (orange au)

summary: Bakugou Katsuki, a man who used to live with no regrets, regrets nothing but Kirishima. There's nothing--nothing--he wouldn't do to save Kirishima now that he knows what he knows. But Kirishima is gone, and there's nothing he can do about it. In an attempt to find peace and put Kirishima to rest, Katsuki writes his old self letters detailing how to avoid Kirishima's death. Somewhere ten years in the past, highschooler Bakugou Katsuki recieves a letter from himself. Obviously, he writes it off as some stupid prank. But what happens when a new red haired students transfers to his class and the letters start coming true? (Heavily based off of the manga/anime Orange by Ichigo Takano)

Link for fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58378096/chapters/148688599 Sneak peak below!

Katsuki didn’t believe in all of that supernatural bullshit, but looking back on it, receiving a letter from his future self was pretty fucking damning. 

Frowning down at the familiar handwriting adorning the papers, he chewed on the inside of his cheek, bike leaning against his hip as he steadied it with his free hand.

He flipped the papers to the back, finding nothing but more writing. Flipped them forwards again. Frowned some more. Goddammit, this was admittedly a really fucking good forgery. It looked exactly like Katsuki’s handwriting, down to the thickness of the strokes and the harsh press of the pen against the parchment. Even as he skimmed the slanted kanji, he couldn’t find any irregularities.

It was weird as hell that somebody was trying to fuck with Katsuki by writing him a letter from himself (as if he was stupid enough to believe that shit), but he eventually narrowed his eyes at the papers further before shoving them into his school bag and hopping back onto his bike.

He’d deal with that shit later.

The rest of the ride to his school was short, and the walk to class was even shorter since there was only a small smattering of students in the hallways. He always got to school early so he could nap before homeroom started. It was an attempt—read: attempt—to avoid any conversation with his idiot classmates, but of course that rarely fucking deterred them.

Today was no different, and he groaned loudly as Ashido and Kaminari’s voices bounced back and forth next to him, speculating about the school festival coming up next month. Honestly, Katsuki never really got the appeal behind the festivals. Being surrounded by a bunch of sweaty losers, eating mediocre carnival food and looking at other classes’ shitty exhibits? 

Yeah, no thanks.

���Shut the fuck up,” he growled at them, not bothering to look away from the open math book on his desk. He lazily craned his neck a bit, stretching, before he continued. “It’s eight in the fucking morning, how the hell do you already have something to yap about?”

“Rude!” Ashido huffed, leaning down until she was in front of Katsuki’s desk. Pink swarmed his vision and he brought his hand up in irritation, smacking it against her forehead and pushing her away. “Hey! You’re messing up my makeup, Bakugou!”

Katsuki snorted in amusement, using his index finger to jab at her forehead one last time before pulling away, “Makeup isn’t allowed, dipshit. ‘S your fault for wearing it in the first place.”

“C’mon, dude, you’re no fun,” whined Kaminari as he sat on the empty desk adjacent to Katsuki’s. He was sipping away at an apple juice box, swinging his uwabaki clad feet back and forth. What a fucking child.

“And hypocritical!” added Ashido, her curly pink hair falling into her face as she shook her head at him. “You’re not wearing a tie! That’s not allowed.”

“Pretty sure cursing isn’t either,” mused Sero Hanta as he slid into the classroom, tall enough that he was easily spotted above the crowded classroom. He leaned against the wall next to Katsuki’s desk, grinning as he spotted Kaminari and the drink he held in his hand. “Dude, do you have any more of those? I’m thirsty.”

“Nah, sorry man, it was the last one in the vending machine,” Kaminari apologized, holding out the almost-empty juice box. “Want the rest of mine? It’s a little warm, though…”

Katsuki wrinkled his nose in disgust as Sero happily accepted the offer, finishing the juice off with an obnoxiously loud slurp before he crushed it in his hand. Those three were so fucking strange. There was no way in hell he’d ever eat or drink something after them, lest he get some sort of infection or disease from them.

“Hey, why didn’t you offer any of it to me?” Ashido complained, bottom lip pushed out in an obviously overdramatized pout. 

“Because! That’d be weird, dude!” Kaminari spluttered, cheeks going red as he planted his feet on the ground, leaning forwards as his hands gripped the edge of the desk underneath him. “You’re a girl!”

Ashido reached forwards to smack the back of his head with her hand, “Don’t be sexist!”

“I’m not!” The blond explained, looking hurt as he rubbed at his head. “I’m just saying, that’s, like, objectively weirder than Sero drinking after me. Right, Sero? Bakubro?”

Katsuki’s eye twitched as he listened to Ashido and Kaminari. His self-proclaimed friends were starting to give him a headache with their bickering, and if they didn’t stop talking soon, he’d get himself stuck in detention. Relief washed through him as he spotted their teacher walking down the hallway. It was time for class, which meant these fuckers would be forced to leave him alone. 

“Fucking finally,” he grumbled.

His classmates (including his friends, thank fuck) scrambled to get into their seats as Aizawa-sensei walked through the door, carrying a manila folder under his arm and looking slightly more grumpy than usual. The dark purple bags under his eyes were prominent and his frown was etched so deeply into his mouth that Katsuki wondered if it was permanent. Katsuki didn’t think he’d blame Aizawa if it was.

Aizawa stood at the front of the room and glared at the class until their chatter faded. Clearing his throat, his raspy voice broke the silence, “Class 3-A, settle down. I have an announcement to make before I start today’s lesson.”

At this, the class visibly perked up, and Katsuki didn’t have to be able to read minds to know that a majority of the losers were hoping for a free day. Meanwhile, Katsuki didn’t really give a shit about what they did during the day, as long as it went by quickly.

“I’d like to preface this by saying that today is not any different from any other day, nor will it be treated as such,” he droned. He sounded incredibly bored, and Katsuki found himself agreeing with the sentiment, even as the class collectively groaned in disappointment. 

“That being said, we have a new student joining us today.” There’s a long, unamused pause he’s forced to take as everybody (bar Katsuki, obviously) gasped in excitement. Aizawa’s eyes narrowed in frustration as he raised his voice to be heard over the murmuring. “He’s transferring here all the way from Chiba, so he’s probably feeling very overwhelmed, therefore we will at least TRY to be calm until he’s settled in. Understood?”

There are scattered but enthusiastic affirmatives from the students, loud and disruptive.

Aizawa sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in distress as he seemed to fight an inner battle with himself. After a few seconds he resigned himself to his fate and headed back to the door, opening it up and beckoning somebody in.

There’s an awkward scuffling of shoes against the floor as somebody ducked inside, and Katsuki’s first thought was red.

Red eyes, red hair, and red shoes. Even a fucking red omamori knot keychain hung off of the side of his backpack. The boy was covered in it—a garish, tacky vermillion. It’s almost offensive how goddamn saturated it was. The only parts of his body that were spared from the crimson onslaught were his tan, sun-worn skin and their school’s white-and-brown uniform he was donning.

“Hello!” the boy said, and for such a pretty face, his voice was surprisingly rough. Deep, and without the typical squeakiness of a teenage boy’s vocal cords. He smiled out at the class, who were all practically vibrating in their seats at the new kid, eager to meet him and introduce themselves. 

Katsuki caught a flash of white, strangely sharp teeth as the redhead grinned. Hm. 

The boy stood there anxiously, hands gripping the straps of the black backpack on his shoulders as the class studied him. His gaze flitted over to Katsuki’s a few times and Katsuki shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the attention. Did this fucker want something from him?

Aizawa coughed, clearly waiting for the boy to introduce himself, but he never did. Taking matters into his own hands, he lifted his hand to half-heartedly gesture to the new student, “Kirishima Eijirou, this is Class 3-A. Class 3-A, Kirishima. Welcome to our class. If you have any questions with the coursework, feel free to ask Iida or Yaoyorozu for help.”

Yaoyorozu offered a small wave, but Iida rose from his seat to stand and bow his head to Kirishima in introduction. “Iida Tenya, class president! I’d be happy to offer any assistance needed! Welcome to Class 3-A, Kirishima!”

Katsuki snorted at the obnoxious display, and once again, Kirishima caught his gaze.

Kirishima’s eyes widened before he turned to Iida and bowed back, a little deeper than appropriate. When he brought himself back up his face was flushed in embarrassment. “It’s nice to meet all of you!”

Kirishima? Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed in irritation as he stared at the newbie, the rest of the conversation falling deaf to his ears. Why did that name sound familiar?

Tapping his foot against the ground, Katsuki wracked his mind for an answer. He definitely didn’t know any other Kirishimas, so it couldn’t be that, and he only vaguely remembered a mountain somewhere else in Japan with the same name. Nothing seemed to click.

How did Katsuki know this kid?

“Sit back down, Iida,” Aizawa said, yawning as he reached for a piece of chalk and wrote the name of their lesson on the chalkboard. “Kirishima, you can sit at the desk behind Kaminari. Kaminari, share your books with Kirishima until he gets his own, please.”

As Kirishima cautiously made his way to a welcoming Kaminari, Katsuki rotated his head to track his path. He didn’t look like somebody Katsuki had seen before. There was no way he’d forget that horrible fucking hair, nor the red eyes framed by long, dark lashes. This guy wasn’t forgettable, that was for damn sure.

He glared at the boy before turning his attention to the front of the class as Aizawa instructed them to get out their Japanese literature books. Reaching down into his school bag, he fumbled for his textbook and was met with the sharp sting of a paper cut instead. Normally his bag was organized to a fucking-T, more neat and orderly than Iida’s probably was, so something must’ve been out of place. Katsuki quickly identified the problem as he saw the torn open envelope thrust into his bag. Shit, he’d forgotten about that stupid letter.  Pushing it aside, he yanked the literature textbook out and automatically flipped to the correct page, tapping his foot against the ground as Aizawa began his lesson.

Katsuki found it impossible to pay attention today as their teacher monotonously read from the board. He was continually looking down at the letter, which hadn’t moved from its spot, because fucking obviously . 

The letter sat heavy in his bag, practically beckoning him to read it instead of focus on their lesson. It was nagging at him, and he didn’t know why this suddenly seemed so important. It was fucking irritating. For some reason it seemed connected with their new student, and he was failing to connect the dots.

It was only when Aizawa began reciting a memoir from their text that it dawned on Katsuki. Head snapping towards Kirishima, he glared fervently in suspicion at the unsuspecting boy. When Katsuki had skimmed the letter earlier, in front of the school, there had been two words underlined repeatedly: Kirishima Eijirou.

So it was Kirishima that wrote the letter, then.

What was this fuckers plan? He wanted to get Katsuki’s attention or something? But why would he do that by sending him a letter from himself…? And how the hell would he even know Katsuki?

His foot tapped even faster as he stared the redhead down. The dumbass had just chewed his pen so hard that indigo ink was spilling across his desk and into his mouth. The students who noticed his dilemma giggled as Kirishima coughed loudly, and his ears were a bright red as he wiped at his chin with the back of his hand. Great, he was an idiot.

Again, Katsuki couldn’t help but think that something about the situation was off. Kirishima, even as muscled as he was—not that Katsuki was looking, fuck you—didn’t seem like the type to pick a fight. Even now, he shrunk in on himself under everybody else’s attention. 

Unassuming as the kid was, Katsuki had never let people push him around, and he wasn’t going to start now.

Katsuki barely registered Aizawa announcing that today would indeed be a half-day. The instant the bell that signaled lunch rang and Aizawa left the room, Katsuki shoved himself out of his desk so harshly that his chair slammed to the floor behind him with a loud ‘clang’. Teeth bared and lip curled into a snarl, he stormed forwards and yanked the redhead up by the front of his shirt, “The fuck is your damage, hah? Trying to intimidate me or some shit? I ain’t fuckin’ scared of you!”

“What?” Kirishima exclaimed, eyes as wide as saucers. 

“The letter, fuckwit!” growled Katsuki. His fingers dug into the other boy’s shirt as he shook him roughly, ignoring the disapproving stares of the few that hadn’t yet left the room. 

Hands raised placatingly, the redhead allowed himself to be shaken as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. While Katsuki wasn’t necessarily an expert on people, the bewildered expression on Kirishima’s face seemed genuine. “Hey, man, I don’t know anything about a letter. I just got here.”

Katsuki scowled as he moved his focus to Kirishima’s desk, searching for any sort of evidence pointing towards him being the culprit. Worn pink eraser, unopened water bottle, Kaminari’s textbook opened to a random page… none of this shit proved anything. 

Kirishima was still talking, some happy-go-lucky nonsense about not wanting to start things off on the wrong foot, but Katsuki was too busy in his search to process any of it.

There. Right there, half hidden by the hardcover of the Japanese literature book, was a loose-leaf paper with writing across it. 

Pushing the redhead away, he grabbed the paper so hard it tore a little at the edges. Katsuki zeroed in on every dot, line, and stroke of the pen, and what he found was both disappointing and relieving—it wasn’t him. There was no fucking way it could be. This loser’s handwriting was barely legible. Based off of the strong indentations on the paper glinting in the light, Kirishima had actually been trying to make his writing neat. Which meant he couldn’t forge anything, even if his life was on the line. 

Fuck.

Ears burning in shame, Katsuki grabbed his bag and stalked out of the room without another word. Distantly, he could hear Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero fervently apologizing to Kirishima for Katsuki’s behavior, but he didn’t give a flying fuck about that right now.

So he’d been wrong. Meaning Katsuki had just picked a fight with the new kid for no reason. Even he could admit to himself that it was an asshole move, especially after Kirishima had been stupidly kind in return.

How could he smile at Katsuki while being threatened? Masochistic motherfucker.

But that was the least of his worries now. Determined to find a safe space to figure shit out, he trudged on. Once Katsuki had found an empty hallway that he deemed suitable enough, he ripped his bag open and pulled the letter out of the bag. Maybe it was time to actually read this stupid thing.

Katsuki Bakugou,

This is you from the future. 

Before you freak the fuck out, I already know you aren’t going to believe me. Hell, I wouldn’t believe me, even now. But it’s the truth. And it’s important that you read this, so get over your damn teenage pride and listen up.

I, or we, have always lived our lives without regret. But now that I know what I know, I regret so fucking much. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t wish things were different. And unless you want to feel like shit every goddamn day of your life, then you should take this seriously.

On April 6th, 2005, a new student is going to transfer to your class. Kirishima Eijirou . He has the shittiest red hair you’ve ever seen and he’ll be seated directly behind Kaminari. He’s obnoxiously kind to everyone, especially us, even though we didn’t deserve it at the time. Kaminari and Sero take him under their wing, and he’ll be dragged along with the others.

No matter what you do, don’t let him hang out with you after school that day.

That’s it.

That’s it?! The fuck was this, some elaborate fucking prank one of his friends set on him?

Katsuki glared at the paper, his eyes scanning the words over and over, searching for any hidden meaning or hint. He could almost hear Kaminari’s obnoxious laughter in the back of his mind, imagining the blond idiot coming up with such a ridiculous prank.

But it didn't make sense. Kaminari couldn’t forge Katsuki’s handwriting so perfectly, nor would he even know how to start. And why Kirishima? The kid had just shown up.

“This is bullshit,” Katsuki muttered to himself, shoving the letter back into his bag with more force than necessary. His head pounded with frustration as he made his way to the bathroom to cool off, ignoring the chatter of students around him.

[fraisaa]

ain't no way i found a "katsuki bakugo is not a monster" part in this fic i'm reading. there's just no way bro 😭🙏🏻

[kozidraws]

Bakugo hates crowds.

He also hates malls.

Yet where does he find himself at 4pm on a Friday afternoon?

At a crowded fucking mall, no thanks to Kirishima.

Kirishima had begged Bakugo for hours the day before to go with him to check out a pop culture store because he heard rumours that there were Nendoroid figurines of their class and class B.

Bakugo very much not wanting to go, points out that they’re going to be shitty knock offs since none of them have signed any merchandise contracts yet. Logical argument, an easy victory for him.

But Kirishima’s counterpoint?

Pouting and bringing out the puppy dog eyes.

Fucking cheater.

He hates when Kirishima does that. (No, he doesn’t).

So now Bakugo finds himself in an extremely cluttered store, Kirishima’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and directing them between rows and rows of ‘official hero merch TM.’

Bakugo lifts a hand to double check that his face mask and beanie are still secure while Kirishima ushers him along. He wouldn’t be caught dead buying any of this junk, all his All Might figures are 100% authentic, thank you very much.

Kirishima on the other hand, looks like a kid in a candy store, ‘ohhing’ it and ‘ahhing’ at any figure that looks super manly.

That’s one word for them…

Bakugo spots a Best Jeanist figure that makes the fibre hero look like a blue giraffe and can’t help but bark out a laugh.

When they finally get to the rumoured Nendoroid section Kirishima slips his arm of Bakugo and practically lunges towards the shelves, instantly grabbing figures of the ‘Bakusquad’ (their words- not his), then practically shoves the boxes in Bakugo’s face.

Blobs of yellow, pink and black so close to Bakugo’s eyes he goes slightly cross eyed before huffing and softly swatting Kirishima’s hand away, “Again Kirishima, they’re just knockoffs.”

Kirishima dramatically gasps in mock offence, cradling their friends and leaning away as if to shield them, “but they’re real to me!”

Bakugo crosses his arms and scoffs, “You’re such a dork.”

Kirishima shifts the figures into the crook of his elbow as he keeps browsing the shelves, inspecting a Uravity figurine before placing it back on the shelf. “Perhaps. They may be knockoffs, but it’s the fist time I’ve seen us as merch! I want to keep them as a memento before we go pro and get licensed and all that jazz.”

“Sap.”

Kirishima grins in response, then turns his head towards the store clerk, “Hey man, do you have any Dynamight ones?”

Bakugo can’t help the instant blush that spreads across his face, he feels so flustered that the clerk is going to recognise who he is he snatches Kirishima’s sleeve, trying to yank him towards the exit but Kirishima doesn’t budge, the jerk. Giving up, Bakugo quickly hikes his face mask higher up and tugs his beanie down to hide more of his hair.

The shopkeeper shakes his head as he’s stocking the shelves, “Out of stock kid, Dynamight is always the first one to go. Will probably get a restock in a week or so if you want to come back then.”

“Aww, that’s a shame,” Kirishima pouts. He’s clearly disappointed (and Bakugo tries not to read into /that/) before the redhead perks back up with a smirk, leaning against him to whisper “Look at you Mr Popular, already number one. But that’s okay, I’m willing to wait for you.”

Bakugo elbows him in response, tempted to headlock his best friend in public but the wary glare the clerk sends his way stops him. Looking back to the figures he spots a Red Riot looking up at him from the bottom shelf and snatches it up. Now it was his turn to shove a figure into Kirishima’s face, “You forgot someone.”

Kirishima’s eyes flicker down and then away, not as enthused as he was before. “Nah don’t need one of me, I just wanted y- the squad!”

“Which includes you-”

“I only have enough money for these.”

Bakugo pauses, feeling defensive on the redhead’s behalf, because Kirishima was always dismissive of things that represented himself. He knew Kirishima could feel Bakugo eyes staring hard at him, but he pretends to look busy while he shuffles the figures in his arms.

Two can play that game.

Bakugo leans against the shelves and shrugs, “Fine, let’s go so you can buy our pack of nerds,” He watches Kirishima’s shoulders ease in relief of the conversation drop before Bakugo holds up the Red Riot box in his own hand and adds, “But I’m taking Red Riot home with me.”

It was worth it watching Kirishima choke on air, cheeks darkening by the second. Now it was the redhead’s turn to try and snatch the figure out of Bakugo’s hand, whining that it’s not worth it, but the blond skilfully dodges him. He struts up to the counter first to drop more yen than what was needed, telling the clerk to keep the change before speed-walking out, leaving Kirishima to fumble with his figurines and wallet to pay.

When Kirishima finally catches up he lightly whacks Bakugo’s leg with the bag. He lets out an exasperated sigh, but Bakugo can see the small blush that stains his cheeks, “You’re a real gremlin when you want to be.”

Bakugo smirks, bumping his shoulder into him in retaliation, “And don’t you forget it.”

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TBC

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Also on ao3!

[rashoumon-homo]

Kinktober Day 29: Double Dog Dare

Prompts: Pet Play + Watersports

Ship: KiriBaku

Link is here!

Tag List: @sakui1 @catmelonwriting @weirdoisweird @little-miss-chaoss

[emrick-huntr]

Sorry gangalangs, I got grounded for such a stupid reason and shit happened to my mental state, but I'm back and I shall start writing once more!!

Here's some ideas I had while I was w/o internet: Christmas au kiribaku, mlp story, winter god kiri x monter/demon thing baku (oddly enough was inspired by The Red One on prime lmao)

And my favorite one that i probs won't write cuz I don't think anyone else would like it, An American Psycho kiribaku au.

Tell me what yall think, much love, I'll update when I get back in that mental state.

[mirllop]

does bakugou have a cursing problem?

this is total crack Kirishima: Bakugou, I think some anger management therapy might be good for you. You have a habit of yelling and cursing when you don't want to feel vulnerable and talk things out. Bakugou: FUCK VULNERABILITY! FUCK TALKING! Kirishima: What about my feelings? Bakugou: *explodes an unsuspecting nearby lamp* FUCK FEELINGS!! Kirishima: What about me? Bakugou: FUCK YOU!! Kirishima: Aww, bro, I thought you'd never ask. Bakugou (turns tomato-red): Wait–– FUCK.

[kitkatrix]

Mermaid Kiri sees Sailor Baku for the first time and just needs to tell him that he's the prettiest pearl he's ever laid eyes on, and that he'd like to court him.

To Bakugou though, a redheaded mermaid hits the boat, lifts its head, and then proceeds to scream like a banshee.

Does it work on Bakugou? Duh. He teaches Kirishima how to talk, and of course the mermaid is more than happy to learn! He wants to court his new mate right, and eventually he will.

One day he and Baku are hanging out, with him mindlessly swimming on the side while Baku does his own thing. Then Kiri decides to try out what he's learned.

"Ka...Ka--sii... may...tee?"

Bakugou stops what he's doing and tilts his head to the side, smiling. "Yes. Yes, I'm your mate."

Kirishima understands the word "yes", and lets out another loud noise, his gills vibrating with excitement. It was official. He finally courted Bakugou! He couldn't be happier.

[vermielian]

Bands of Light - Krbk fantasy fanfic

Summary: CHAPTER 2 The ball finally ended and Bakugou and Kirishima go to their respective rooms. Although Bakugou finds himself still upset at the fact that he was placed in this situation. That is when his mother dearest goes to talk some sense into him. Lovingly :)

CW: !All characters are adults! strong language, arranged marriage, slight angst, violence, mentionsof war, enemies to lovers, slowburn, fantasy au, krbk, character x character, the Kirishimas are Pinoy🇵🇭!!, ocs, focus on Bakugou and his mother’s relationship

May be added onto A03 if I find time

Chapter 2 - Help me, Help you.

But either way, Bakugou was satisfied with how things went for this ball. And little by little the nobels that were close to the monarchy left leaving only the servants, King and Queen Bakugou, and the Queens of Keatha and their seven daughters. The comfortable sounds of footsteps echoing and plates and other cutlery cluttering together as they picked up from tables with the low buzz of conversations between the servants that were assigned to work during the ball hovered around the room.

With this Bakugou and Kirishima both made their way over to the their families as Bakugou’s parents bid them farewell and reminded them of where they were staying. Bakugou’s eyes catching the look of his mother’s, her soft stare she used while talking to the Kirishimas’ changing into a firm, harsh and annoyed look as she met her son’s. She obviously wasn’t happy at how he acted with Eijirou, and he was going to hear a mouthful of it later.

Fun.

“And with that please take care in the mean time.” Masaru finished with a smile as he held hands with his Queen who nodded firmly. Both Kirishima Queens were grateful and surprisingly pleased at how hospitable the Bakugou’s were despite their 2 year long war with each other, but either way they still greatly appreciated it.

“We will be sending over Prince Eijirou’s belonging that he will be needing for his stay here.” Queen Yua addressed to both monarchs and her son as his sisters all went towards him, causing Bakugou to shuffle away slightly. Wondering how a family could have so many kids.

“Of course! We’ll send some servants over to help make the movement easier.” Mitsuki smiled, which had both queens nodding in appreciation before turning to their son who was currently surrounded by his sisters, all saying their ‘goodbye’s and ‘see you soon’s. While some had tears in their eyes as they gave him a quick hug before slowly parting away as their mothers made their way over to him.

“[Alagaan mo ang sarili mo ngayon, okay Eijirou? Ipagmalaki mo kami.] You take care of yourself now, okay Eijirou? Make us proud.” Taeka says in a firm but loving voice as she moves a piece of his red hair out of his face and places a hand on her son’s shoulder with a smile.

“[Opo, ​​ma, ingat po kayo.] Of course, ma, take care.” The beloved prince replied in the same language, a smile gracing his features. Bakugou’s face meanwhile was filled with shock at the sudden language change, not realising that the prince beside him was bilingual. But in his defence he didn’t do that much research about the redhead prince, his heritage or his culture when he was thinking of ways to kill him during the 2 years.

And just by thinking about it makes him look away in embarrassment, thinking to himself he should’ve know that much.

Not long after the sweet exchange he and his family had with each other they all went their separate ways, leaving Kirishima with the Bakugou’s, minus the servants who were still cleaning up the ballroom.

“Right!” Mitsuki says with a satisfied clap, although the way her brows were furrowed told a whole other story which reminded Bakugou of the lecture he’ll receive from her later. “Now that everything is getting cleaned up, how about you bring Prince Eijirou to his room.” The ashy blonde Queen said, turning to look at Bakugou with a frighteningly kind smile.

Bakugou was about to open his mouth in protest, not even knowing where the said prince’s room was even meant to be, before being cut off by his mother, “It’s next to yours.” She continued, leaving Bakugou in shock. Again.

“But mother that’s Katashi’s room.” Bakugou then interjected, this time without being interrupted, a firm look on his face as he said the name. Although his mother didn’t seem to care all that much, the girl’s name not striking that much importance to her.

“Oh well, we’ll just move her room to a guest room, nothing that serious, dear” She waved off as her husband let out a soft, defeated sounding sigh while Kirishima stood between them with a confused look. Was Katashi an unknown sibling or something? A pet maybe? I mean it wouldn’t be that surprising if a prince’s pet has its own room placed next to their owner’s so…

“Tch, Fine…” Bakugou just grunts, trying to mask his annoyance but failing to do so as he turns himself to look at Kirishima. “Follow me.”

He states plainly as he walks towards the stairs and to where his room would be, leaving a confused prince to follow behind him in a frazzled manner. His cape not doing him any good either as Bakugou’s heel boots created soft thuds across the carpet that draped across the staircase.

With a quick slam of the door, Bakugou let out a tired sigh as he combed his hands through his spiky hair. That whole ordeal taking everything out of him as he walked over to his bed and leaned against one of the bedposts, reaching out to move the thing velvet curtains that shielded his bed, but was interrupted with a sudden knock on his door.

A frown quickly grew on his face as he turned his head to look at his door. “Who is it?! Just come in!” He said in a gruff and harsh voice, almost mimicking how he used to sound when he was still a teenager.

But not long after being shouted at the door slowly opened to reveal a man with tanned skin, similar to the Keathan Prince, although his skin was adorned with golden markings that seemed to be carved by angels by how elegant they looked. The Prince’s personal butler slowly walked in, his pale blue hair pulled into a low ponytail as a simple smile graced his face.

“I’m sorry my prince, but you’re mother has informed me that you returned to your quarters and needed me to assist you in cha-�� the butler started, his hands placed sensibly in front of him.

“I don’t need your assistance today, Tamotsu. And isn’t there another one of you?” He says to one of his personal butlers, Tamotsu Guerrero, the last bit being more on the joking side as Tamotsu and his twin brother both worked together for the Prince and we’re always whispering to each other in Spanish while side by side in anything that they did.

“Oh! Miyako was ordered to attend to the prince next door, my prince.” Tamotsu quickly replied as the brought his hand up to his chin as he thought back to the moment and nodded his head, correctly recalling.

“Hm, then why don’t you go help him too, like I said I don’t need your help tonight.” Bakugou then repeated, his crimson eyes staring right into Tamotsu’s. Which caused a slight heat to rise to his butler’s face as he straightened his back more.

“But, my prince! Your mother..”

“I will deal with my mother if she asks, now go.”

And with that the prince’s butler slowly dismissed himself with a deep bow and a quick shut of the door, fast and light footsteps could be heard as he made his way to the room next door where his younger brother, Miyako, was assisting the large prince in red.

Bakugou let out another sigh. Officially deeming himself socially drained for the day as he reached around his shoulders to take off his cape but not before hearing another knock on the door, this one being much louder. Bakugou could feel his brow twitch with annoyance as he snapped his head to the door- unable to say anything though as the person just walked straight in.

Bakugou was livid, ready to give whoever this was a piece of his mind until his mind registering that this person was his mother. Well Shit. And her face wasn’t very pleased from the looks of it, her elegant features shaped into a frown as she looked up at her son, closing the door behind her right after.

“Katsuki….” She started, her voice sounding tired as kept eye contact with her son, their matching red eyes holding the same emotions of annoyance, anger, and tiredness. “You already know what I am going to say to you about the ball…” she then continued as she stepped closer to him, the sound of her voice still holding the firm and harshness it usually did, but also the maternal tone of a mother, as she tried to control her anger. Knowing that the situation she placed him in was unfair but needed him to work with her for the sake of the kingdom.

Bakugou didn’t say anything about what she addressed, already imagining the words she’d say in his head. Mitsuki just lets out a soft sigh as she moved her hands to her face, trying to think of the right words to say.

“Katsuki…just please, please, try make this work. Everyone is depending on it.” She then spoke after a minute of silence, her red gaze softened as she looked at her son again, dropping her hands down to her sides as she did. Still being met with silence as Bakugou looked away, still processing her words. And albeit, their relationship came off as complicated to the people who were close to the royal family, including the servants. But passed all the shouting, arguing, threats and raw emotions everyone knew that Mitsuki would take the world on for her son and Bakugou would do the same.

“I’ve arranged that the both of you have breakfast together tomorrow, and I want you to get to know each other. Properly this time” She said, emphasising the last part like her life depended on it. “I want you to give him a tour of the palace too since he’ll be staying for a while. I have also taken most of your royal duties for the year so you can focus on prince Kirishima.”

Bakugou just sat down on his bed roughly as he huffed out his nose, staring daggers at the ground. Leaving both royals sitting in an uneasy silence as Mitsuki’s posture softened as she took another step towards her son and leaning down in front of him. This being one of the only times the two showed any sort of vulnerability to each other.

Mitsuki looked up at him with a soft expression, slowly reaching her hand towards her son’s face. Caressing his cheek softly like she used to when he was just a child. “Listen kid…I’m sorry things didn’t turn out how you wanted them to…” she says, watching as her son’s eyes looked at the area around her. In all honesty, Bakugou was still a child at heart. And ever since Mitsuki found out she was pregnant with the future king’s child she knew that the child’s life would never be the same. And as much as she tried to let him have the life he should’ve experienced if it wasn’t for her falling in love with the then Prince, Masaru, it still wasn’t enough. This therefore led to Katsuki maturing at a young age and bottling up his emotions and keeping them from public eye.

“Okay..” Bakugou then grunted out, breaking the silence that formed between them, as he slowly leaned into Mitsuki’s touch.

“That’s my boy.” She says with a smile as she stood up and dusted off her dress before giving Bakugou a firm but playful smack on his forehead, making the ashy blonde prince let out a slightly annoyed groan as he closed his eyes at the sudden change in behavior. “You better be good, or else” she then added as she let out a chuckle and made her way to the door, turning around one last time to meet her son’s eyes.

“I will, just go you h-.…just go, mom.” Bakugou says in his usual rough voice, although suddenly becoming softer as he corrected himself. And with that, his mother left with a nod, leaving Bakugou to his own devices.

He soon then got up from his place on his bed and finally took off his fur collared cape and draped it on a cushioned chair near his desk. He then walked over to his closet and laid out his sleep clothes a bit recklessly over his bed, doing a quick stretch as he marched into his private bathing quarters.

Bakugou let out another sigh as he looked himself in the mirror on top of the sink. His eyeliner and eye shadow that the maids put on him before hand were rubbing off, which he didn’t really care that much about. With a quick lean on the cold sink counter he reached for the faucet which quickly released cold fresh water, which Bakugou really needed.

The prince swiftly washed his face and gently rubbed his eyes as he finished, drying his face with the a small towel that was placed on the sink counter. After that Bakugou took the time to bathe and clean himself fully before leaving his bathroom with a towel around his waist, while rubbing another towel on his hair which was still dripping wet.

He made his way over to his bed which still had his sleeping clothes laid upon it and changed soon after. A long yawn leaving him after he was done as it was way past the usual time he would go to sleep. Bakugou then finally threw himself onto his bed. The red silk curtains that were around it, now tie to the bedposts with a golden rope, moving slightly at the sudden breeze that came from him doing so.

It was for the sake of the kingdom he said to himself as he pressed his face into the pillow, repeating it in his mind like a broken record.

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[scarlet-traveler]

My first fic for KRBK Cuddles Week! I combined the prompts common room, movie night, sleepy, and cozy cuddles. Enjoy!

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When Eijirou woke up to sweat-soaked sheets and his heart pounding in his throat, he didn’t think he’d be able to go back to sleep that night.

The bright 1:26 AM that blinded him as he checked the time on his phone showed that staying awake would be a terrible idea; doing a full day of school and hero training on only three hours of sleep spelled disaster.

The tried and true method it was, then.

Blanket in tow, Eijirou stepped out into the hallway and walked the short distance to the next room. Loud enough for the occupant to hear but soft enough to not disturb anybody else, he rapped on the door, only having to wait seconds before it swung open to reveal Bakugou’s glare. The heat behind it died when his eyes landed on Eijirou, his face clearing to just a sleepy pout.

Eijirou didn’t say anything, just smiled sheepishly. Bakugou frowned, his eyes taking in Eijirou’s face, the tired squint to his eyes and the dark circles that were no doubt under them, his hair that he hadn’t made an attempt to smooth out before leaving his room, the blanket bundled in his arms.

Eijirou waited as he took it all in, the rapid thrum of his heart rate easing some under Bakugou’s stare, until Bakugou finally disappeared back into his room to grab his own blanket and his phone and joined Eijirou in the hallway.

It was silent as they made their way down to the kitchen. Hot chocolate was made (Eijirou’s mama’s recipe, a sure-fire way to help him feel better and Bakugou had managed to recreate the drink perfectly), a movie was set up on the TV (Eijirou didn’t know what it was, nor did he care; the flickering light of the screen and the shifting images from the near-muted film was all he needed), and they both migrated to the couch, mugs in hand and blankets around shoulders.

Eijirou leaned into where he and Bakugou were pressed shoulder to hip as he sipped from his mug. The creamy liquid soothed his nerves further, the kick of cinnamon a reminder that Eijirou was awake, here with Bakugou, not trapped in the Shie Hassaikai hideout in the dark with lightning fists pounding into his arms, cracking skin and breaking bones- 

Eijirou took a bigger swig, burning his tongue in the process but he didn’t care.

“Not gonna do you any good to choke from drinking too fast,” Bakugou mumbled around the lip of his own cup, all snark but lacking the bite. A lighthouse to shine through the dark, guide him to safety.

Eijirou leaned into that light with a soft laugh. “I can’t help that you made amazing cocoa, dude.”

Bakugou hummed, but Eijirou could see the corner of his lip twitch upward as he took a sip.

His own mug was drained in no time, and Bakugou was setting his mug on the coffee table as Eijirou did even though it was still half full. Eijirou didn’t question it, instead accepting the embrace Bakugou offered once he’d settled against the arm of the couch. There was a lot of shuffling, ribs elbowed and whispered swears and hushed apologies, before Eijirou sighed in contentment as he sank into Bakugou’s hold, his head tucked under his chin and his nose brushing his neck.

It wasn’t often that he was in this position. Usually he was the one holding Bakugou, giving him comfort in the wake of his nightmares that had been rampant, almost nightly, after Kamino. 

They’d figured out this routine not long into their time in the dorms. Their rooms often felt too cramped when the fear still clung to them and lurked in the corners; sitting in the wide open common room in front of the obnoxiously huge TV made it feel like the terror wasn’t pressing into them as much.

Eijirou had already felt it lessening as he sat with his cocoa, but now the fear and the shaking seeped out in waves as Bakugou held him to his chest, one hand idly running through his loose strands but otherwise resting tangled in them. His heart pounded strong, steady in his chest.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Bakugou asked softly some time after they got settled.

“Mm, not really. It’s just the same stuff.”

Bakugou hummed, the sound rumbling through his chest. Fingers idly scratched at Eijirou’s scalp, and he sank further against his friend.

Bakugou snorted. “You really are a fucking dog.”

“M’not,” Eijirou mumbled.

“Are too. Just a big ol’ puppy.”

Eijirou propped his chin on Bakugou’s chest to pout at him. “You’re supposed to be comforting me, not making fun of me.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, but still gently guided Eijirou’s head to rest back against him with the hand in his hair. “I am. No big-bads are gonna get ya while I’m poking fun at you.”

A surprised laugh bubbled up out of Eijirou’s mouth, and he buried his smile into Bakugou’s neck. “So mean, dude.”

“I know,” Bakugou said, even as he pulled Eijirou closer and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. “Sleep. Alarm is already set.”

Sleep sounded nice, the remnants of the nightmare barely a whisper in the back of his mind. Those little wisps didn’t mean anything, not when Bakugou’s arms were wrapped so securely around him, his own heart slowed to match the steady beat pressed against his ear. 

Eijirou yawned, snuggling deeper into Bakugou. “Mkay,” he mumbled. One eye pressed closed against his chest, the other watched the TV screen, too low to hear. He watched the characters act out their hijinks, Bakugou’s heart the only audio track he needed, until sleep claimed him, gently, peacefully.

Just as gently he was being roused by a hand on his shoulder and lips on his forehead, the sun barely tinting the sky. No words needed to be spoken as they switched off the TV and gathered their blankets, their mugs washed and put away. 

Not a trace of their presence was left behind as they shuffled upstairs to catch a few more winks, their ritual a secret between them and the night.

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[scytherport]

Sr. cone de sinalização de trânsito — Kiribaku

[redrocketpanda]

Happy Valentine's Day <3

My gift to you all on this day of love is the final chapter of Just Watch Me along with the beautiful piece of art that I had commissioned for it

Who needs fluffy love stories when you can have your heart wrenched from your chest and then tenderly placed back instead?