Fantasy Kiribaku x Reader
A yell, an explosion, (Y/N) couldn't tell what was going on as a dragon's roar shook the ground. It caused them to trip, hitting the ground hard as the air was knocked right out of them. They wheezed as their vision blurred violently, trying to regained their breath as a looming shadow crept over them. The dirt raining from the sky seemed to stop, and they rolled onto their back to investigate the reason. Taking breaths was easier this way, and their vision was clearing as they were met with a scaled stomach. "Kirishima..." They slurred as they felt a cloth press into their open wound. "(Y/N)! Stay with me, you dumbass!! You've been through hell and back, you're capable of doing it again, just keep breathing for me! Please!" They glanced to their side, Bakugou in all his shirtless glory taking his belt off to secure the cloth clotting their wound. They reached a hand towards him, smiling when he took it, him kissing their fingers and palm as the chaos slowly subsided. Kirishima returned to his half form, crouching beside (Y/N), whimpering worriedly as he pulled medical supplies out of his bag hurriedly. Bakugou unbuckled the belt, peeling the cloth off their wound and letting them hold onto his pant leg as the cloth got stuck on their wound multiple times. "I'll go keep look out, you take care of (Y/N)." Bakugou muttered before leaving the space, leaving Kirishima alone with (Y/N). Kirishima leaned down to them, letting them play with his horns and his hair as he patched them up. He also had them drink a healing potion, he knew they'd wanna be better in no time flat. "Kiri.." They slurred quietly as he transformed into a smaller dragon. He curled up on their chest, chirping as (Y/N) found contentment in petting his scales. Bakugou soon returned once the coast was clear, lifting (Y/N) and Kirishima up into his arms and carrying them back to his home as he grumbled, "the one day I want to take you two out to have fun, it gets ruined by the fucking goblin folk.." (Y/N) nuzzles into his chest, murmuring to him as he got inside the cabin style home in a clearing in the woods, "we can.. try again sometime..." Bakugou chuckled at (Y/N)'s optimism, setting them down on his couch as he draped his cloak over them. Kirishima stayed on their chest, sliding down so he could curl up against their neck. Bakugou lifted (Y/N)'s upper body as he sat down, setting them down on his lap afterwards. Kirishima hopped to the floor, reverting to his half form and took one of (Y/N)'s hands, nuzzling their knuckles as they hid their in Bakugou's stomach. "Are they going to be ok?" Kirishima asked quietly as he messed with (Y/N)'s fingers. Bakugou responded just as quiet as he played with the ends of (Y/N)'s hair, "given they almost got gutted like a fucking fish, they probably won't be ok for a long while. But that's fine, we got them." It was almost silent, but both men smiled softly at (Y/N)'s hum of appreciation. They got them, they won't let them fall, they'd make sure of it, just like (Y/N)'s done for them in the past.
