listening to champagne coast and all I can think about is having a poly relationship with the Bakuboys.
despite them all having different personalities that can clash against each other in a relationship I feel like they would make it work!
Katsuki would def be the type to be against being in the relationship at first bc he doesn’t see it work but after some time thinking he agrees.
and ohh my god it’s, it’s hard for the few weeks or even couple of months. Not only did you guys kept it under reps from the school but the guys had to figure out how to make it work!
at first, the relationship was mainly about you, they all put their attentive love on you since you were the reason why they agreed.
the struggle was the sharing part and sometimes they would argue who would spend time with you, or compete for your attention. It did for bad to the point you were regretting making them be in this confusing relationship.
but they didn’t regret it, they love you so much that they really talked it out and had an agreement.
it took time, and effort, and a lot of talking and some tears being shed, but you guys made it through! ^^ ugh, I’m always so scared sharing my thoughts on this app so I hope someone here might like this.
ⓘ Down the rabbit hole you'd do anything to stay in ⸺ aka, innocent girl!Reader with Delinquents!Bakusquad !
ⓘ teasing , suggestive jokes , curses , smoking!
notes: Oh, how I love writing poly's—⋆
You met the group at a club, the first one you ever went to, and it was as clear as the day that they caught your attention. I mean, they did catch most people's attention—With the blonde guy grumbling curses that you could hear all the way from the bar, to the multiples girls who kept making their way to their table. They all got rejected, sadly (?).
So you didn't see why you would go there, Plus it was your first night out in this kind of place so you sure were a little bit shy—until probably when you glanced at their table for what was the 10th time by now and you noticed one of them staring at you.
You immediately turned around, embarrassment showing on your face while your friends chuckled, but soon were confused when your table got silent, a soft tap on your shoulder got your attention, a pretty girl with pink hair smiled at you. "Hey girl, wanna go for a drink? My friendd been eyeing you y'know," she chuckled at your flustered expression.
Then Mina understood why Denki gawked at you the whole time, it sure looked like you were new to all this, and your lost and too innocent expressions for this place had them interested.
And soon enough, when you guys exchanged numbers, you became inseparable.
"This, oorrrr this?" Mina pondered, her hands holding two hangers of two different black and red short punk like dresses. "What'd you say cutie?"
You hummed. "I mean, both would look pretty on you—"
"Oh nah, these are for you!" She giggled, before choosing to pick the red one, adding it to the cart. "I mean, we have to do something about your style babe." She glanced, looking you up and down.
Is your style that bad?
"But Mina, I don't really dress like that and I don't have enough money for that right now," you explained, staring at the red dress with worried eyes. It'll attract too much attention.
She only hummed at that. "What's wrong with a little change? And for the money," she stopped, looking at potential accessories. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that, Kats will pay."
"No wait, I can't let him pay for me, I should atleast do 50/50!"
"What're you talking about?" She scoffed, amused at your words. "Let the man pay—Oh look! This would look pretty on you!" She quickly changed the subject, not even letting you respond.
You just sighed before following her until we guys left the market, the boys quickly coming and soon after Katsuki payed, you all went back to the car.
"Soo what did you girls buy?" Denki curiously asked, head leaning toward the bags in yours and Mina's hands. "New clothes for our new girl." She explained vaguely, knowing that Denki and Sero—like the flirts they are, would ask for a fashion show when you go back to the appartment. "Ooh now I'm curious," The latino boy said with a chuckle. "Gonna runway for us, pretty?" He asked you directly, moving close enough to put his arm around your shoulder.
"I mean...sure why not?"
At your answer, Kiri grinned. "Well I'm excited, know you'll look pretty [Name],"
"Thanks!" You eagerly exclaimed, earning a laugh from all the them and a huff from Katsuki. "A compliment is all it takes to have you all giggly?" He scoffed.
"Have a praise kink or somethin' princess?"
"I—no—Sero!" You lightly hit his chest before hiding your face in your hand.
"Cute."
Barely stepping foot in Katsuki's huge house that Mina already dragged you with her. "Wait Mina, slow down!" You yelped, the boys behind you only chuckling before plopping on the couch and waiting.
The whole night passed with you changing outfits every minutes, their teases and whistling and Mina's proud look. "Damn you look good in these," Denki complimented. "But I did like the colors you wore before."
Sero and Kiri agreed. "You look pretty, but I think this would be better in her usual colors, then she would look adorable."
Mina had a look of disagreement. "What? This clearly looks better—Kats what'd you say!?" She shouted, eyes staring at the blonde and hands grabbing your shoulder to keep you still. "She can choose her own clothes no?" He looked up from his phone, eyes looking down at your body before glancing at your eyes and noticing the flustered look you wore. "Hm, Can't really see. Turn around for me?"
Denki and Sero snickered, having a knowing look on their face while Eijirou only grinned, also interested.
Mina caught on, only sighing before turning you around. "Horny motherfuckers." She murmured, her eyes rolling in annoyance.
"I don't know..isn't kind of short?" You nervously said, pulling the edge of the dress down.
"Don't know, is it?" The red head asked, eyes looking everywhere but the dress.
"Fuck I'm hard—"
"Wait what?!" You yelled, turning around before noticing their smiles. The night ended right there with you running and locking yourself in your room in embarrassment.
Mind you, it was only five days after your encounter, but they were visibly comfortable enough—and you won't lie, you did kind of loved their attention.
So you stayed with them, of course you'd still go back to your friends, but for the majority of the time, you were with them.
Like today, you were just watching a movie, all snuggled together with Sero's arm around you, his other hand holding a cigarette. You were too shy to say that the smoke bothered you—so you just kept silent, but of course they noticed your attempt at hiding your cough.
"You smoked before?" Hanta asked, already knowing the answer but he couldn't help himself from asking. "No never actually."
"You're missing out babe." Denki told you, his head comfortably resting on your thigh.
"Wanna try?"
"I don't think I should—"
You heard katsuki groan. "You won't die from one drag."
Kiri lightly hit his head before encouraging you. "Don't sweat it, you should give it a try though." He smiled, nodding toward Sero's cigarette.
You hesitated, biting your lips, you nodded. Earning a praise from Mina, who's eyes now never left your face.
Sero grinned. Taking a long drag of it before holding your face with his other hands. Just when you were about to ask him what he was doing, he blew the smoke into your mouth. Your face immediately scrunching up at the smell, coughing loudly in the quiet room.
"Sorry babe," he apologized, his hand pushing his cigarette in your fingers. Holding it, you eyed everyone in the room before finally trying it.
You struggled at first, before starting to get the hang of it.
Bringing a smile to everyone's face.
But you know what they say. Spending lot of time with certain people brings you to adapt to their habits, and it wasn't long until you weren't the good girl you were anymore.
Smoking became a habit, clubs and bars were added themselves in your night routine and swears came out easier.
And back when you first cursed infront of them, they looked so proud of you and themselves.
"Fuck!" You barked, before putting your phone aside in shock of your own action.
Denki's head turned toward you. "Did you just—?"
"Hah, took you long enough." Katsuki chuckled, soon being followed by Sero's and Mina's cackles. "You did it!"
"Isn't she the perfect good girl guys?"
Eijirou asked, the others not waiting long before saying 'yes'
"Now give me my damn money dunce face." The blonde's hand extending toward Denki. "Shit."
"Y'all bet on me? The fuck?" You side-eyed them before rolling your eyes and taking a drag from your cigarette.
You wouldn't change it for anything. You belonged there, with them, like the good girl you are.
Dyeing Boyfriend!Eijirou Kirishima's pit hairs red
Dating Eijirou Kirishima meant bleaching his roots every month– helping him keep up his public image of having naturally red hair. You, however, knew that this was simply a persona. Trickery, if you must. Ever since middle school Eijirou had been dyeing his hair; and yes that included his armpit hairs.
As stupid as it seemed it was a staple part of his every day look. Running around shirtless during hero work meant cameras on you at all times, and for your boyfriend, this was an important thing! That's how without fail, you ended up giggling away in the bathroom with him, red dye in hand as he stretched up to the ceiling.
Eijirou’s muscles were taut as he fought the urge to writhe away from the gentle tickle of the colour brush– his impressively bleached armpit hairs slowly being tinted a tomato red. You snorted, trying not to laugh at your boyfriend’s falsely calm face. You could see his stomach tensing– the usual muscly pudge pulling in to show the full definition of his abs.
It was ridiculous, really. You could even hear him giggle every time the brush touched his skin. You glanced up at him, watching him instantly steel his face in a weak attempt to uphold his “nonchalant” act. You raised an eyebrow at him, he raised one back; the surrounding stain of dye moved with it.
“What?” He asked. “I’m literally being so manly, see how I haven’t laughed even once?”
You snickered, nodding as you dipped the brush back into the pot, yet again coating it with red dye. “Uh huh. So manly, baby. I’m so proud.”
Eijirou grinned at you, opening his mouth widely to spew some podcast level shit about how his manliness was a result of his strength and discipline which he’d gained from several years of dyeing his hair. Just before he spoke you touched the cold dye to his skin, cutting him off mid sentence. He squealed.
Yes. Actually squealed.
He made eye contact with you, almost willing you not to laugh. Hell, Eijirou even pouted as he saw the corner of your mouth twitch, cracking into the biggest smile he’s ever seen. “What was that noise?” You cackled, pulling your hand away from him. Eijirou squinted at you, frowning comically.
“What noise?” He feigned ignorance. “I didn’t make a noise. You must’ve heard a mouse or something– I’ve been telling you, babe, we need to get some traps in the roofspace.”
At that, you laughed even harder. “Baby boy we don’t even have a roofspace, we live in an apartment.” You emphasised, placing the bowl down on the counter.
“Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” He complained, nudging at your shin with his toes, arms still up high, fingertips grazing the ceiling. “Look, okay, maybe I did make a noise– but! It was totally manly and you shouldn’t laugh because that's like… Anti Eijirou or something. I don’t know! You’re not supposed to laugh at me. You’re supposed to laugh with me.”
You rubbed your eye, ridding it of the actual tear that was brimming in its corner. You were snorting like a pig, head pulled back in the most unattractive fit of laughter you were sure you’d ever had. Something about a grown man squeaking was hilarious to you! That was all.
“I am laughing with you, baby, but you’re really not laughing as much as I am.” you gasped through your cackles. You caught a glimpse of Eijirou’s face in the corner of your eye. His mouth shifting into something that you swore resembled a smile. You pointed at him, finger grazing his stomach. “I see you smiling!! You exclaimed.
He huffed, facing away. “I’m not.” He giggled, catching your gaze one last time before he, too, burst into an unexplained fit of giggles. “Stop!” He willed “Stop, it's not supposed to be funny, this is serious– also I currently only have one and a half red armpits right now… Please finish the other one.”
You slowed your mirth, settling into quiet chuckles as you picked up the brush again. “Okay, okay. But don’t laugh because otherwise I’ll accidentally stain your arm or something.” You reminded, colouring his bleached hair back in with the red.
“That really does tickle.” He beamed. “Gosh, this is so stupid. Maybe it’s time to retire from pit dyeing.” He admitted, sighing fondly at you.
Upon his words your shoulders dropped from their tension. You smiled, giggling one last time at nothing in particular. “Please, Eijirou, please.”
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BIIIG fluffy boyfriend!Kirishima who's abs are hardly ever defined because he's just so beefy, and you wouldn't change it for the world- laying on his chest is like having your head on a cloud. Not to mention when he puts his arm around your shoulder and you're faced with heaven itself (Eijirou's boob on one side, his humongous biceps on the other)
The rain is absolutely pouring outside, drumming against the glass of your tiny third-floor apartment. Usually, you hang out at Eijirou’s place because his apartment is way bigger and has actual breathing room, but tonight you wanted to show him your space. It’s small, sure, but it’s super cozy, packed with warm lighting, soft blankets, and the faint scent of vanilla.
Eijirou is sitting on your living room rug, leaning against the futon while you both finish up a movie. He’s wearing a pair of his oversized sweatpants and a plain black tank top, looking completely relaxed. When the credits start rolling, he blinks, looking out the window at the sheets of rain blurring the streetlights.
"Man, it is really coming down out there," he says, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "I don't know if the trains are even running right now."
"You should just stay over," you say, not even hesitating. "It’s way too late to be walking to the station in a storm anyway."
His eyes go a little wide, a bright pink tint hitting his cheeks. Even though you guys have been dating for a while and he’s the epitome of a tough, manly hero, he still gets flustered over the littlest things. "Wait, seriously? I don't want to crowd you. Your place is awesome, but I know it's a bit tight."
"Eijirou, it's fine," you laugh, grabbing his hand to pull him up. "Come on."
You lead him into your bedroom. It’s pretty much just big enough for your full-sized bed, a nightstand, and a small wooden vanity tucked into the corner. You walk over to the vanity and sit down on the cushioned stool, picking up your hairbrush to detangle your hair after the long day.
Eijirou stands by the doorway for a second, looking around with a soft smile. He loves seeing glimpses of your life like this. But as he steps closer to the bed to sit down, his eyes catch on something nestled right in the middle of your pillows.
Your heart drops for a fraction of a second. You totally forgot you left it out.
It’s a teddy bear. And not a cute, pristine, aesthetic one either. This bear is old. One of its ears is slightly crooked, the brown fur is completely matted down from years of hugs, and there’s a visible, clumsy stitching job along its left arm where it must have ripped a decade ago.
Eijirou blinks, then slowly picks it up. He holds it with surprisingly gentle hands, treating it like it's made of glass.
"Oh my gosh, wait, put it down!" you squeak, your face burning as you look at him through the vanity mirror. You drop the brush onto the table. "I forgot I left that out. It’s so embarrassing."
"What? No way!" Eijirou turns around, looking at you with pure, unfiltered adoration in his eyes. He sits on the edge of the mattress, cradling the bear in his lap. "Is this yours from when you were a kid?"
"Yeah," you mumble, turning around on your stool to face him, pulling your knees up to your chest. "I’ve had it since I was like three. My grandma gave it to me. I know it looks super beat up and kind of ridiculous for an adult to still have, but I can't bring myself to get rid of it."
"Are you kidding me? This is the coolest thing ever," Eijirou says, his voice incredibly soft. He runs a thumb over the worn-out fabric of the bear's head. "It’s not ridiculous at all. It shows how loyal you are, you know? You take care of the things you love. That’s like, the manliest, most honorable thing ever."
You can't help but chuckle at his insistence on using the word 'manly' for a tattered stuffed animal, but the warmth blooming in your chest overrides the embarrassment. "You really don't think it's childish?"
"Not even a little bit," he says firmly. He looks up at you, his red eyes bright and completely sincere. "It’s a part of who you are. Plus, it’s honestly adorable. Look at this little guy. He’s a survivor." He gently taps the bear’s crooked ear.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and slide off the vanity stool, walking over to the bed. Eijirou shifts over to make room for you, and you crawl up beside him, leaning your head against his shoulder. He immediately wraps one arm around you, keeping the bear in his other hand.
"Thanks, Eijirou," you murmur, looking at the contrast of his large, calloused hands holding your childhood toy.
"Anytime," he whispers, leaning down to press a sweet, lingering kiss to the top of your head. "Now, come on, let's get under the covers. The storm is getting louder."
You crawl under the heavy blankets together, the small bed forcing you to press right up against his side, which is exactly where you want to be anyway. Eijirou props the teddy bear up safely on the nightstand right next to his phone, making sure it has a prime spot, before pulling you into his chest and holding you tight until you both drift off to the sound of the rain.
A/N: Just came up with this right now. I want to write a one shot but idk of what =_= any ideas?? *\O/*
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Context: Eijiro's plan to claim back his family's throne is put on hold when you appear, as the rightful heir. You get on his nerves but you both need to work together in order to get the usurper off your throne. Lets just hope you both don't fall into the stereotype of your house.
Game of thrones inspired- The Kirishimas are basically the Targeryens.
Warning: Implied cousin incest, GOT inspired and heavy influence
“If we advance our forces forward and take them from atop the valley, we can exterminate at least two thousand of their forces.” Bakugou Katsuki spoke as he moved the figures of black painted dragons that represented the Kirishima army. The blond man stood up straight as he
motioned to the large map that was on the table that was in the shape of the continent that was the realm. He looked up from the table at the men that were around the table. “That way we can kill all those fuckers before the moon reaches it’s peak.”
Lord Taishiro Toyomitsu looked to the head of the table. His golden eyes on the man who was the centre of their cause. “Your grace.”
Kirishima Eijiro looked up from where he sat at the head of the table. His ruby eyes looking at the man who had unwaveringly and unquestionably joined his cause before looking around the table. Suffocating ruby eyes that gleamed with a fire so hot behind them. He looked back down at the table. He nodded his head. “Let it be done.” He stated as he stood up from his chair. Immediately everyone stood up, allowing him to leave the room with Katsuki following after him.
Eijiro exited out of the room, moving down the hallway, servants and lords bowing their heads to him as he moved towards his personal chambers. The stone walls of the castle were made out of dark black stone that was said to be burnt from an old dragon that melded the rocks together. Eijiro entered his room, placing down the heavy Valyrian steel sword against a table as he fell back down on a cushioned chair. He let out a sigh as he draped a hand over his eyes. Today was a long day of meetings and strategy.
Katsuki chuckled as he stood at the door. “Should I send dinner to your room?” He asked.
“Please.” Eijiro groaned. “And send for a Meyster.” He stated as he rubbed the side of his head. His eyebrows furrowed as he sat up. “I have a headache.”
Katsuki’s eyebrows twitched but he let out a grunt and closed the door.
Now alone, Eijiro put his head back with a sigh, glad to finally be alone. He didn’t think that leading a war against the Todoroki’s would be so difficult but he couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. He opened his eyes again as he looked back at the view from the mountain top. The Sunvaile manor was built into the mountains with its village surrounding it. Eijiro never thought he’d ever be here in his ancestral home, at least not leading it as Prince and rightful heir to the throne.
Eijiro barely remember his parents, he only knew of the tragedy that befell on their house. It was a great gathering here to celebrate the birth of King Kirishima Ryosuke the second’s second born, a son, after having had his eldest daughter a few years before. It was a tradition that the Kirishima family had whenever a baby was to be born. Having the babe born in their ancestral home where dragons were said to have first been discovered in this world, was said to be good luck. The parties were extravagant and with such a big house with so many members, Eijiro could only remember faces of people that looked so similar to one another.
However Todoroki Enji, Lord of Turnes, had plotted in secret and assassinated nearly every member of the Kirishima family to ensure that there was not a single person to claim the throne. Fortunately, Eijiro’s mother and father, Lord and Lady of Summersvale, managed to hide him away with a loyal sword that would send him far away so that when the time came he would ascend the throne. The last thing Eijiro remembered of his mother, her hair being the deep red of her house Toyomitsu and not the inherit trait of Kirishima black, and the whispered spell she had cast over his hair.
One of the most noticeable features of Kirishima lineage was the inky black hair and ruby eyes, a pair of traits that never separated from one another. Many of his elder siblings, his father, aunts and uncles had the same trait. A dominant gene that never left. However, the next time Eijiro looked at his reflection in cold water while on the run away from
Summersvale, his hair was a crimson red, similar to that of his mother.
Unfortunately the loyal sword that had managed to get him out of Summersvale had fallen at the ends of smugglers and Eijiro found himself sold into slavery at the age of five. He was fortunately bought by the Bakugous, the family that led the BakuLands. He was young and was quickly taught the ropes, making sure to do what he was told as a little errand boy in exchange for food and a place to sleep. However, Eijiro always had an interest in the sword, and that’s how he met his best friend and brother at arms, Bakugou Katsuki.
Katsuki was an annoying little shit, but he was loyal and a good friend. He easily befriended Eijiro mostly because Eijiro was the only boy willing to befriend him other than the son of Katsuki’s former wetnurse, Midoriya Izuku, the bastard. Lady Mitsuki rather disliked Eijiro, not liking the fact that her son had made friends with a servant but it was the most she was ever going to get out of him. Eijiro trained beside Katsuki in secret and served him.
That was until Katsuki’s parents had taken Katsuki and consequently Eijiro as Katsuki’s personal servant, to Summersvale. It happened purely by chance that their hunting party had stumbled upon the caves that the dragons nested in. With a flash of fire, Eijiro trying to save Katsuki’s life, Eijiro was left unburnt and unscathed, however, like a phoenix’s burnt wings, his red a flame hair turned black like ashes. And ever since then, the whispers moved around the realm saying how one Kirishima had survived that night.
Prince Kirishima Eijiro.
Or at least, that’s how Eijiro remembered it.
Eijiro wondered what life would had been like did his parents survive, if that fateful night had not happened. He wondered if right now he’d be surrounded by his sisters, if he would be sitting down having dinner in a hall that was filled with laughter and bright smiles. If he would learn under his father to become the next Lord of Summersvale or whether his eldest sister would have taken the title (unlikely but a thought regardless). He wondered if he’d still be the same man as he was now.
He was taken out of his thoughts at the sound of racing footsteps out in the halls. Eijiro’s eyes flicked to the door before it opened. Katsuki stood there with heavy breaths as he kept the door opened standing in the doorway. “Eijiro, you must come and see this.”
Eijiro’s eyebrows furrowed as he stood up from his chair, grabbing his sword as he did so and heading with haste out of his chambers. Katsuki escorted him out of the room and down the hall. “What is the matter? Is it the Todorokis?”
Katsuki shook his head as he headed towards a window that faced the front of the castle. “No. They bare a different banner.”
“Whose?”
Katsuki motioned for Eijiro to look outside. The setting sun had bathed the tops of the mountains in orange but otherwise darkness was quickly overtaking the land. But that did not stop Eijiro from seeing the banners that were being carried by a hoard of men, soldiers that were heading towards them, close enough to be concerning. At the sight of the black banners that bore the red sigil of a dragon curled up with flames surrounding it like the sun, Eijiro stiffened.
Katsuki sighed as he nodded. “They bare your banners.” He stated.
It didn’t take long before both men made it outside, Eijiro grabbing his clock and throwing it over his shoulders, a black furred mantel resting on his shoulders. It was once his fathers and he had always been shy of wearing it, but he prayed that it would give him strength right now. Both Katsuki and him headed down the outside stairs into the courtyard as the gates were opened to allow the visitors through.
Entering on horseback on a white stallion was a man neither Eijiro nor Katsuki thought they would see again. Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Deku?!” He let out surprised. “You bastard! You’re still alive?”
Sitting atop the stallion was a green haired man with freckles that littered his skin, his green eyes looked down at the blond with an amused glint but a deep dangerous poison brewing underneath. He scoffed as he got off of his horse. “I see you haven’t changed, Kacchan.” He stated as he landed on the ground with a thud as he walked over to the two men. Izuku’s eyes went to Eijiro, his eyes assessing him. It had been years since he last saw the other man. He bowed his head. “Your grace.”
“Izuku, it’s been a while.” He let out offering his hand.
At the sign of friendship Izuku took it with a smile of his own. “It has. Last time I saw you, your grace, your hair was red, not black.”
Eijiro chuckled. “A lot has happened.”
“Indeed.”
“Deku,” Katsuki folded his arms over his chest with a frown. “How are you alive and why on earth are you and your forty thousand men baring up Kirishima banners? Have you finally come to help our cause?”
Izuku hesitated before an amused chuckle came from his lips. “I am here to fight a Kirishima cause yes, just not yours.” He revealed before motioning up to the sky. “Hers.”
Eijiro looked up to the sky, clouds seemingly undisturbed however as he kept looking he noticed something strange moving closer, rippling through the clouds. An odd sound went through the air, a loud roar that sounded different from his own dragon. His eyes widened as a large dark dragon came flying in the air over the caslte. The force of the wind, nearly knocking many back but Eijiro stood his ground.
He noticed a person was riding a top of the dragon as it circled around, gradually getting lower to the ground. Finally, the large dragon settled on one of the thick walls of the castle, made to be that thick due to the dragon claws and weight. The large beast let out a loud roar, snaking its head up to the sky almost in victory at being back home. It ruffled its wings before lowering its head to pear down at the men that were staring up at it in fear.
Eijiro’s men had sort of gotten used to his own dragon, Riot, but that was mostly because she was the only one left. Or so they thought.
Sitting perched on the dragons body was a woman, who’s eyes bore into Eijiro’s like a mirror. Something twisted inside of him, wondering who on earth you were. The dragon lowered his head with a scuttle as you unseated yourself, using his wing to slide down and land on your feet. You were dressed in black, in a jacket and suit that suit you well as you walked forward to stand before Eijiro and Katsuki.
Izuku stiffened and bowed his head. “You stand in the presence of Y/N of House Kirishima, first of her name, eldest daughter of King Ryosuke Kirishima, second of his name, rightful heir to the throne, the princess of skies and speaker for the broken, the unscorched lady of the night.” Izuku introduced as you stood looking at Eijiro unwaveringly.
Eijiro blinked at the introduction. He turned to look at Katsuki. Katsuki looked at him then quickly got the jist. “This is Eijiro.” He stated plainly. Eijiro punched his side. “OF House Kirishima.” He continued with a glare at his best friend. He cleared his throat and motioned back to Eijiro. “He’s Lord of Summersvale.”
You raised a slight eyebrow at the short introduction but it was more in amusement than anything. You chuckled as you looked over at the man in front of you. He was undoubtedly a Kirishima male. The long thick black hair that cascaded down his back like a mane and the burning intense ruby eyes that he had were enough to tell you. “Cousin.” You greeted with a smile.
Eijiro’s eyebrow twitched as he recognised you. Despite having spent years apart, the sight of one of his kin was enough to assure him of your identity. Blood could recognise blood. “Cousin.” He acknowledged. At his acknowledgement, Katsuki looked at him shocked, but Eijiro couldn’t didn’t take his eyes off of you.
“It has been far too long.” You started, your eyes moving over his figure once more. Despite seeing him and seeing what was once your little cousin Eijiro, his size surprised you. He had grown to fill the large disposition that was infamous of the men in your family. Large broad shoulders and a tall thick muscled demeanour. He was taller than any man you had ever seen
and carried himself with such prowess. “Last time I saw you, you were but a boy still young enough to be attached to your mother’s tits.” You let out snidely, earning a humeroued smirk from Izuku and stifled chuckles from his men.
Eijiro’s eyebrows twitched. “Last time I saw you, you were but a girl who didn’t have any.” He shot back earning some laughs from his own men behind him.
You stood your ground, your smile not faltering as you looked at him. “We have grown.”
“Yes...” His eyes moved down your figure, your stomach tightening in knots as you watched him. His eyes flicked back up to his face. “Yes, we have.” He joined his hands in front of himself as he glared down at you. “What are you doing here Y/N?” He asked with a furrowed gaze.
You let out a breath. “How about we discuss this inside? It is getting late and cold and I’d rather give my men some rest.” You stated.
Eijiro was silent for a moment but nodded his head. Katsuki gave him a pointed look that Eijiro ignored. “Katsuki arrange for her rooms to be ready. We are heading inside.” He ordered as he turned around and headed inside.
You followed after him, motioning for Izuku to tell your men to set up camp for the time being in case you would have to leave the following day. You and the rest of your advisors headed into the castle. You looked up at the formidable entrance, stone dragons perched near the entrance, the size of young dragons barely able to be ridden yet. You turned to look at your own dragon. He was getting herded away by dragon chamberlains, them speaking to the large beast in High Valeryian. You trusted that he would behave himself and so walked in after Eijiro.
Eijiro did not speak as you followed after him. But you didn’t want him to speak as you looked around the castle halls. It had been so long since you had been back home here, back to your ancestral home. A part of you felt as though you could feel your family’s embrace even though shrouded in the darkness of their demise. You saw a family portrait hanging formidably.
Your uncle Takeo and his wife Yua with four little girls surrounding them and a little baby boy in Yua’s arms. You knew it was Eijiro and a part of you wanted to scoff at the little thing. He seemed like such a brat.
You continued to follow him into a room you were never allowed in as a child. A room where all the men of your family sat, often talking plans when it came to governing the seven kingdoms or when it came to the family. Your eyes looked at the table, the map of all the kingdoms set before you. Your fingers slid on the obsidian marble that was the table in front of you. Your eyes moved to the head of the table where your father used to sit.
Eijiro watched you, how you silently reminisced as you slowly walked through the room. It was quiet as you did so, everyone spectating you. Your eyes moved up to him, noticing how he had moved to sit at the Head of the table. You gave him a tense smile as you sat the opposite end. Izuku took his place beside you and Katsuki stood beside Eijiro.
Eijiro’s hands were joined together in front of him as he watched you with a analytical gleam. “I assume that this visit isn’t a familial one amongst kin.” He started, now that everyone whose ears needed to be in the room, were there.
You hummed as you leaned against the chair you sat in. “Indeed.” You nodded your head agreeing with him. “I heard about your cause all the way in Chalrogo. After some thoughts and talks amongst me and my councilmen, it was decided that the best course of action was to find you and join our causes so that I shall take my rightful place on the throne.”
“Your rightful place on the throne?” Eijiro asked with a scoff as he looked at you up and down. A humoured chuckle left his throat as he did so.
Your eyebrows twitched in annoyance as you sat up. “Do you find something humorous?”
Eijiro nodded his head with a smile. “The fact that you think you belong on the throne, is humorous.”
“And why is that?”
“Why?” Eijiro asked with a scoff. He motioned to you before leaning to the side with his hand supporting him. “No woman has ever sat upon the throne.”
You knew he would say that, every man has said that. “I am the eldest born and only child left of King Ryosuke.” You reminded him. “I have a greater right to sit on that throne more than you.”
“Ah, but you forget, cousin.” Eijiro let out with a tsk as he shook his head. “I am the oldest male of the Kirishima House left, which automatically makes me Head of the family and King by default.”
“Your father, swore an oath to his older brother, my father, that he would be loyal and dedicated to our reign.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your eyes on Eijiro. “Your father owes me that vow and you, as his son, are the only one left to uphold that.”
Eijiro frowned at your excuses. He found them pathetic and rather humerous. He couldn’t ignore the matter at hand that was your new found existence in his life, but this all seemed a bit much for him. Katsuki stepped forward. “Excuse me, Y/N-”
“Princess Y/N.” Izuku corrected with a glare.
Katsuki rolled his eyes at Izuku’s interruption. “Yes, yes, your grace,” He said dripping in sarcasm. “But last time I checked, your brother was born and named heir on the night of the Burnout flame.”
You rolled your own eyes. “Oh please. My younger brother had barely lived longer than an hour before his life came to an end due to the usurper that is Todoroki Enji.”
“At least there is one thing we agree on.” Eijiro pointed out. “You want to join our forces.”
You let out a breath, trying to regain control of yourself and a sound mind. You nodded your head. “The blood of our house is stronger together, is it not?” You asked. “I have 45 000 men and fifty ships ready and waiting at my disposal, as well as enough gold to burn.”
Sero Hanta’s eyebrows twitched as he tilted his head. “How much gold?” He asked.
You glanced to Izuku. He nodded as he turned to the door and opened it, allowing two of your armed men to carry in a chest filled with gold. The chest was brought down on the floor with a heavy thud, coins already spilling out of it. Eijiro and his men had wide eyes at the sight of it.
“I have fifty of those.” You revealed bluntly.
Eijiro was silent as he looked from the chest over to you. He wondered what on earth you had been through and what you had done in order to have such power at your back and call.
“Your grace,” Both him and you had turned your heads to look Toyomitsu Taishiro. He looked to Eijiro with an earnest look. “Joining your forces under one banner would give us the advantage. A hundred thousand men strong would be enough to defeat the Todorokis with the right plan.” He acknowledged. Eijiro’s eyebrows furrowed but he listened. He owed this man, his uncle, his life and a lot more. He trusted him. Taishiro turned to look at you. “Besides, your house must be united now more than ever. And forgive me for saying, my princess,” You smiled. “But you look just like your mother. Even now.”
You smiled gently at the complement. You nodded your head in gratitude. “Thank you, Lord Toyomitsu. My house will always be grateful for the loyalty and fealty to us.”
“Yes, my nephew has told me.” He acknowledged as he motioned to Eijiro.
Eijiro frowned as he looked over at you. Here you were, sitting in front of him almost as if you dropped out of the sky. Eijiro was not sure what to do. He let out a grunt. “I think it is obvious that together we are stronger than divided.” You nodded at the obvious. “Then I agree. We will work together to unseat King Enji from the throne.”
“Then who will sit on the throne?” One of your advisors, Lord Aizawa Shota asked as he leaned back in his chair tiredly.
You turned to look at Eijiro and he stared at you right back. You forced a smile to your face. “I think we can determine that like adults, can’t we, Eijiro?” You asked with a smile that Eijiro wanted to pull off of your face.
He nodded curtly. “Of course. But please, we shall show you to your rooms and we can eat dinner together, as one.” You nodded your head as you stood up from opposite him. All of your men stood up and followed you out of the room, followed by a servant that was summoned by Katsuki. Once you finally left Eijiro let out a groan as he leaned back and dragged a hand down his face.
“So…” Kaminari Denki started lowly as he tapped his fingers on the table. “Are we just going to ignore the fact that she looks like every man’s best dream?” He asked openly.
Eijiro glanced at the blond man with a glare which quickly shut Denki up. He wasn’t wrong, you had grown a lot since he had last saw you. You were a woman now. In every shape of the word and it haunted him. Suffocatingly so. You were smart, he could tell by the arsenal you had behind you but you were also beautiful and deeply aware of it too. He could tell by the way every single man in the room was unable to look away from you.
“This could be a trick.” He let out lowly as he thought about every possible scenario.
“If so, she’s a very needed trick.” Sato acknowledged, his arms folded over his chest. “She comes with men, ships and a hefty sum to her name.”
Commander Hounddog nodded his head with a low grunt. “She’s perfect to your cause, your grace.”
“But then comes the real question…” Taishiro started as he adjusted his seating, minding his large belly as he did so. His golden eyes moved to Eijiro and the younger man knew that he was going to say something that would make the entire room uncomfortable. “Are you going to wed her?”
Eijiro let out a loud laugh at the thought. “Wed her?!” He asked motioning to the door. “She’s my cousin!”
“Yes but… It’s kind of what your family does.” Sero let out with an awkward smile. “You’re a Kirishima, she’s a Kirishima, you both have blood that stems from a time of old magic and dragons.”
“It would solidify your claim to the throne.” Tetsutetsu recognized earning hums from around the room.
Eijiro scoffed as he stood up from his chair. “Oh please! That’s appalling. I don’t have to marry her in order to stake my claim. My mother was not a Kirishima and I have the same claim as she does!”
“But that is because your grandfather, King Shinyo first of his name, wanted to cement the ties between our two families.” Taishiro reminded his nephew with a pointed look. “But your grandparents were both from House Kirishima, her parents were both Kirishimas.”
Katsuki nodded with a hum. “Siblings in fact.”
Eijiro glared up at the blond. “You are not helping!” He told his best friend. “If marrying a woman is so important, fine I will do so, but it damn well will not be her! My blood is thick enough to not need her for anything other than her assistance to the throne. By the end of the season cycle, I will be seated as the next king of the realm, whether she likes it or not.”
