Bound By Fire And Fate || Bakugo X Reader

Midnight Promises (Y/N pov)

The encounter haunts me, lingering in the quiet corners of my mind. Days pass, yet I keep seeing his ember eyes in my dreams, feeling the pulse of his raw, untamed power in every heartbeat. It's unsettling, maddening, and it stirs something in me that I don't fully understand.

Then one night, I find a message slipped under my door. I barely have time to read the scrawled note-Meet me in the clearing at midnight, and come alone-before my heart leaps in my chest. I know it's from him.

Every logical thought tells me to ignore it, but an insatiable curiosity draws me to the clearing, where Bakugo waits, his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face. Our words are sharp, our exchanges like sparks colliding, and despite myself, I begin to see something beyond the dragon prince's arrogance and cruelty-something fierce and wounded, something that matches the resentment and anger simmering inside me.

Over the following weeks, we keep meeting, our arguments burning hotter, our secrets peeling away with each encounter. We share guarded fragments of ourselves, revealing the scars left by the centuries-old feud between our kinds. He speaks of the weight of the dragon crown that will soon be his, of the endless expectations and ruthless traditions that bind him, and I confess my frustration with the constant struggle of elven life under dragon rule.

But as these hidden truths come to light, our hatred for each other shifts, softening into something raw and unfamiliar.

Until the night of the festival. I stand on the hill, watching the elf celebration unfold in a blur of laughter and dancing flames, when I feel him beside me, silent but unmistakable. I don't need to look to know it's him; I can feel the heat of his presence, the electric tension between us.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper, not trusting myself to meet his gaze.

He hesitates, his usual confidence faltering, and when he finally speaks, his voice is quieter than I've ever heard it. "I came... to see you."

For a moment, all the world fades away, leaving only the two of us, and I realize that somewhere in our bitter rivalry, something fragile and undeniable has taken root.

But just as he reaches for my hand, a figure emerges from the shadows, one of Bakugo's guards. "My prince, the council demands your return. The throne awaits you."

I glance at him, my heart sinking, and I see the conflict raging in his eyes-the duty he owes to his people, the destiny that pulls him away.

"Go," I whisper, forcing myself to step back, knowing that his world will never accept someone like me. "You belong with them."

His hand clenches at his side, the embers in his gaze dimming, and he nods, jaw tight with frustration. Without another word, he disappears into the darkness, leaving me alone with a heart heavy with longing and regret.

Months pass, but I hold onto that night, the quiet warmth of his unspoken promise. The world remains divided, but I know that somewhere, amidst the battles and borders, a single spark connects us. And maybe, just maybe, that spark is enough to light the way for something new-a fragile hope that one day, an elf and a dragon might carve out their own fate, bound not by hate, but by the fire they found in each other.