Dragon Kirishima x Reader
With a heart as cold as the dirt beneath their bare feet, (Y/N) ran into battle. Their dragon-shifting husband was being shot at by poachers, and they wouldn't stand for that. So into battle they ran, wielding a weapon of their past. The explosion infused magic made them think of their old friend, Katsuki. He fought until his final breath, so every fight was fought valiantly in his honor. He'd want nothing less, of course. So (Y/N) blood ran hot as they dashed at the poachers without the slightest sound, slaying them like powerless cattle. And as soon as Eijirou realized he wasn't being shot at, he landed by (Y/N), staring at them as they crouched to the dead bodies. Pick-pocketing was something of a specialty to them, finding valuables to sell to merchants in towns to get money to buy finer meats in life for Eijirou. It's always been their way of saying thank you to him, for him staying by their side for so long even as they grieved for the loss of the last bit of family they had left. "Did you find anything good?" Eijirou reverted to his half form, red scales shining in the sun as he walked towards (Y/N), curious. "Found rare scales in their bags. We could sell them for lots of money, get some meats and vegetables and make Katsuki's famous kontatsu, or at least something close to it." Eijirou laughed as he crouched beside (Y/N), holding the scales to the sun, "yeah, no one can beat Bakugou and his famous kontatsu. It's no wonder we'd always get excited when he'd say he would cook for us." (Y/N) smiled as Eijirou passed the scale back to them, "he makes good dishes, of course we would be excited." Seeing an orange scale, Eijirou leaned against (Y/N) as he held it up to them, "how would Bakugou feel if we went to give him this?" (Y/N) smiled and took the scale in their fingers, looking at it as it shimmered in the sunlight. "He'd love this, orange has always been one of his favorite colors." Eijirou nodded, then put the other scales into a small pouch. He could tell (Y/N) was going to sell the rest to get more food stock in Katsuki's old cabin home. "You ready to visit our old blasty bitch?" Eijirou chuckled at (Y/N)'s way of describing Katsuki then nodded, grabbing their hand and following them into the woods to a certain tree. No matter what season, this tree would always have yellow and orange leaves, and it's where Katsuki was buried. Little trinkets and gifts have been placed there by his friends, and it was time to add another trinket to the assortment. "Hey bakubro, we're back! And boy do we have a story for you." (Y/N) placed the scale by the handmade headstone, covering the scale in some dirt to hide it away. "We also got you this, I hope you like it. And we're also fixing up your cabin, if that's alright with you. After we get all we need we'll kinda just hang around here and bother you more. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" They smiled softly as a warm breeze ruffled their hair, and Eijirou cheered then sat down, pulling (Y/N) into his lap as he began telling Katsuki all that's been happening lately. Leaning into Eijirou's natural warmth, (Y/N) began fidgeting with one of Katsuki's old necklaces that adorned his neck. His favorite one was buried with him, and his other two were given to (Y/N) and Eijirou. Parting gifts if you will. Another warm breeze played with (Y/N)'s hair, making it seem like fingers were combing their hair as Eijirou continued with his story with animated expressions. The atmosphere was peaceful, and it felt like Katsuki was there, head settled on his hand with an amused look, nodding along to what Eijirou was saying. (Y/N) and Katsuki, even if he'd never admit to such a thing, loved listening to Eijirou tell stories of his childhood and anything he's heard about. It was nice, it brought this warmth that no other would understand unless they were there to experience it for themselves. There was no heaviness in (Y/N)'s heart this time as they looked to Katsuki's headstone, only a warmed heart that only family could bring them. And if you asked them yourself, they'd tell you it felt like they were home.
