Meet me in the Ashes

Chapter One

"I need to see Bakugou. Now! Let me through." Eijiro Kirishima, a strong warrior, hard as a rock and fierce as any dragon, glared down at the servant who refused to let him enter Bakugou's bedchamber. The sounds of skin slapping skin, hoarse groans and meek little moans greeting his ears. 

"His majesty is busy right now as  sure you can hear Master Kirishima." The servant responded quietly, her eyes looking anywhere but at the hulking figure before her. 

Although chivalry is something he prides himself on, Kirishima moved the woman with one arm, slamming open the door to the Dragon King's bedroom. 

As Dragonblood, they abide by the A/B/O dynamics, Kirishima can see immediately that Bakugou is in the throws of his rut. The omega beneath him winning and gripping the sheets tightly as he pounds into her. And she should be so lucky to serve her King during his ruts. 

"Katsuki?" Kirishima says loudly and firmly, causing the other man to only look up at him, teeth gritted, eyes narrowed and sweat dripping from his body as he continues to mercilessly fuck the poor omega beneath him. 

"What." He snaps, mumbling a fuck as he pushes the omega's head down into the furs that cover his bed, her whines muffled by the heavy blankets. He smirks. "Wanna join Kiri?" Kirishima links his lips. It's a tantalizing offer for sure. He worshiped his king. He loved him. Despite his crass and brazen ways. 

"We received a raven this morning." The red head bites his lip, drawing blood when Bakugou gives a particularly hard thrust. 

"Shut up omega. You can take it. All you're good for." He snarls down at the body beneath him. "What news?" He's so nonchalant about it. As if they were discussing the hunt yesterday, before his rut overcame him. 

"Redstone was laid to seige. No one knows who did it, but the Lord Todoroki suspects the dragons." Bakugou stilled his movements. He paused for a moment before shoving the omega away from him. She yelped, falling forward onto her stomach. 

"My king, are you-" 

"Get out. I'm done with you." He barked, throwing a fur lined dark Grey robe over his shoulders. The omega scrambled and Kirishima couldn't help the sick feeling of possessiveness that filled him, satisfied to see she was leaving. 

Bakugou walked over to a table in the left corner of the room. Picking up a crystal goblet, with rubies and precious stones laid into it, he gulped the contents down, never taking his eyes off of Kirishima. 

Bakugou Katsuki, the only son of Lord and Lady Bakugou and heir to all that is Dragor. Born of fire and the blood of the Dragon, it's rumored that Mitsuki paid a witch to help her conceive him. Loud, fierce, violent and strategic, Bakugou's name put fear into the hearts of many in the realm. 

But to Kirishima, he was just Katsuki, his best friend since they shared a wet nurse, his lover later and his confidant. 

"I fuckin hate when they bring in an omega for me. Why the fuck couldn't you be one?" Katsuki growled, wiping his mouth. Kirishima smiled softly, the corners of his mouth lifting only slightly. 

"It's okay Katsuki. I really don't mind."  And he did his best to keep his expression neutral. The truth was that Kirishima minded a lot. Katsuki was his and he was Katsuki's. The problem was that as Alphas, ruts can make them both so aggressive. Anytime they did indulge together during their ruts it seemed like they lost themselves, had a hard time holding back. The sex was always rough and hard and caused too much damage. And Bakugou needed heirs. Kirishima couldn't give him that. 

Katsuki sizes up his lover, not sure if he's buying the story but decides to change the subject for Kirishima's sake. 

"Tell me more about this seige while I dress. Then we'll call mother and father to see what can be done." Kirishima nodded, stepping around the bed as Bakugou disrobed to change. 

"Black dragons, dark as night invaded a little after the evening hour two nights ago…..they say their fire was blue and they nearly destroyed three villages, many were killed. But because they're dragons-"

"I've never seen a black dragon. Our dragons aren't black." Bakugou murmured, mulling over Kirishima's words. 

"But the humans think it was us and with your reputation-"

"My reputation is what keeps us safe." Bakugou snaps. 

"All I'm saying is, it's unsettling and the Todoroki's are pissed. Enji wants blood." Bakugou pulled his tunic over his head and held up his hand to stop kirishima. He'd heard enough. 

"Fuck Enji. I'll take him on any day of the week. The important thing is that there are Black dragons out there. We need to find them, and find out who's sending them." Kirishima nodded, following behind as Katsuki slammed his door open and walked out into the corridor. 

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The isle of Elvair

"Concentrate Y/N. Put all your energy into it. Focus on the water, make it ripple." Y/N closed her eyes, putting he'd hands out, palms up as she focused on what the Elder Priestess was saying.

Y/N shifted, huffing out a light breath as she raised her hand, palm up and open above the waters just beneath her. 

"Allow the Mother's spirit to fill you, feel the warmth of her embrace." Y/N pursed her lips, eyebrows knitting, a slight headache beginning to pulse behind her eyes as she rendered her focus and harnessed it. "Now child."

The pressure exploded and as she opened her eyes she saw the waters beneath her rippling, a surprised gasp leaving her lips as little bubbles began to float upwards and surround her fingers, dancing around her hand. 

"My Lady do you see?!" Y/N shouted with glee. The Priestess stood back, arms crossed and nodding with approval. 

"As expected my child. You exceed my expectations once more." Priestess Morena smiled at her softly. A sudden sound of chiming bells had them snapping their heads back towards the Abby, where the evening candles had been lit. "I had not realized the hour child. We should return for supper." Y/N nodded, following the Priestess from the streams edge. 

Morriganna Abbey, in the Isle of Elvair, was something legend. The Isle itself, being completely unknowable to anyone who didn't already know the way. The Abbey to the outside world, was myth, a place where the great mother godess went to rest and be waited on by her Priestess and the monks who lived there. 

To those who lived in the Isle though, it was a sacred paradise. The last one on Earth. The last truly sacred place of rest, untouched by the horrors outside. It was God country, and only the chosen resided there. 

Y/N made her way into the banquet hall. It was modest, made of hard brick and mortar, the ceiling painted with images of the Mother, The Maiden and The Crone. The Green man dancing around a fire. It was beautiful and she often found herself staring up during dinner, imagining the stories they told. 

But tonight the air was tense and thick. The hall silent as everyone ate quietly, whispers here and there shot down with steely glares as Y/N took a seat between her two dearest friends Mina and Tsuyu, both of whom had left the same village as her when they were children to become Priestesses.

"What happened?" Y/N whispered. Mina leaned back slightly and leaned just a little closer to Y/N's ear to whisper to her. 

"There's been an attack on Redstone. No one knows why, just that there were black dragons." Y/N's eyes widened in fear and acknowledgement. 

"So it's true…..the prophe-"

"Maiden Y/N." Y/N's mouth closed instantly, turning she was greeted by High Priestess Midnight, the name she gave herself when she became a High Priestess. She ran the Abbey and held it under her control. She was just, listening to the God's and always loving and compassionate towards everyone there, striving to keep everyone together. 

"High Priestess." Y/N bowed her head and stood. 

"A word please?" The High Priestess motioned for the girl to follow her and she felt all eyes on her as she made her way out of the hall. 

"I had the liberty taken of bringing supper to you in my private quarters tonight." Y/N said nothing, looking instead out the windows lining the dark corridor. The moon was dark tonight, no stars in the sky, it only made the lump in her throat grow with anticipation. 

They came to a door at the end of the hallway on the lefthand side. The wood was old and splintered and the hinges made an awful creak sound as the door opened. 

Midnight's quarters were modest. A bed, a dresser, a chair by the fireplace and a desk for her ravens. A tall standing looking glass stood in the corner. 

On the desk sat a bowl of vegetable and beef stew, a roll and a cup. Midnight motioned for Y/N to eat while she stoked the fire. As Y/N ate, Midnight sat on the edge of her bed, hands in her lap. 

"I know you must have heard by now of the sighting of black dragons." Y/N stopped chewing her bread, setting it down she took a sip from her cup before answering. 

"I have Priestess…." Midnight nodded. 

"Others seem to know nothing of them. The Lord of Redstone blames the dragons of Dragor but we know better." She smiled softly then, looking at Y/N with sad eyes. "I'm sorry it's come to this. We had hoped the prophecy would not come to be as-"

"I've made it to 21 and passed it. But it's only a year. I'm 22 now. Not much of a difference." Midnight chuckled bitterly at that, shaking her head. 

"Ah the God's can be cruel. But be sure there's a lesson in this. Never forget," she holds up her hands, crossing them to make an 'x'. "The prophecy is a crossroads. There is a choice to be made, and as unfortunate as it is for you, it is also your final test. You'll have to choose. I only hope when the time comes you choose right but for now, this is only the beginning." 

"When do I leave?' Y/N's breath was shaking than she wanted it to be. She could tell Midnight could see her distress. She had secretly hoped as well, that the prophecy was wrong. But of course, the fates loved fucking with her. 

"Tomorrow morning. Without goodbyes. It's far to dangerous, what lies ahead. Best to keep it to yourself." Y/N felt her heart cracked. Would Mina understand? No, she would be furious, angry that she had not told her, but only angry because she was so worried. And Tsuyu. Tsuyu would be so hurt. Y/N knew she'd cry. She didn't want to hurt them. 

But the dye had been cast. It was time to move along. 

"Yes maam." 

Later that evening, after the Abbey lights have been dimmed and everyone is tucked away quietly and safely for slumber, a shadow moves swiftly down the corridor, dress billowing around her, cape pulling in a breeze as she made her wait to the Priestess quarters. 

Y/N quietly opened the door to the room she had shared with Mina and Tsuyu, both of whom were fast asleep, her own bed pulled open slightly, waiting to welcome her into it. She smiled sadly, placing the letter she had written beside Mina's head. She leaned down and kissed the temple of each of her friends before bidding a farewell and quietly exiting. She didn't see Mina peek her eyes open and reach for the letter. 

"I will see you soon friend." She whispered, clutching the letter to her chest. She would read it with Tsuyu in the morning. 

*********

Mitsuki and Masura Bakugou were fair and kind to the people they Lord over in Dragor, the Lord of the house known for his compassion and kindness. His lady wife more famously knew for her brash and loud behavior. She loved to brag about how her son had picked up the attitude as it would 'get him farther in life'

"Katsuki? Are you well now?" Masura smiled as his son barged into the court and marched up the steps to the large oak table his mother and father sat at. "Eijirou" the man acknowledged his son's friend. 

"My Lord." Eijirou smiled back before bowing towards Mitsuki. 

"Eijirou." She smirked, giving him a nod as well. 

"Black dragons attacked Redstone." Katauki barked. Mitsuki sighed, taking a sip of wine. 

"Always right to the point. Never any time for a 'hello mother are you well?'" Katsuki's ears turned red at his mother's teasing. 

"Knock it off. This is serious. They think we sent them!" 

"We are already in negotiations with Redstone Katsuki. The raven was sent this morning." 

"Someone needs to track down these black dragons. If it's true we need to know where they are and how they came to be." Eijirou watched the parents demeanor change from playful to serious quickly. 

"We understand as much Katsuki." Mitsuki explained. "Black dragons have been gone for centuries. None of us have seen them. Not even our grandparents….but we are not sending you."

"What!" Katsukk roared, making Eijirou flinch. 

"You have duties here. You are twenty three years old Katsuki." Mitsuki glanced at Kirishima before continuing carefully. "We accept and acknowledge your relationship with Eijirou. He's a fine son in law to be for sure. A man who definitely will be Sainted for putting up with you all this time." Kirishima chuckled unable to stop himself. "But you must choose an omega to sire your heirs. You do not have to wed her but you must choose." Katsuki's heart dropped to his stomach as he looked quickly to his lover. Eijirou smiled, though it didn't meet his eyes. Katsuki knew how this subject affected him. 

It wasn't that Kirishima minded. Any kid of Bakugou's would be his too, Katsuki had assured him relentlessly of that. But the omegas were jealous and conniving. Trying to whisper doubts into Katsuki's ear and ruin what they had. After the last attempt Katsuki had been so enraged he demanded omegas only be sent during ruts. And he never would knot them. He refused to give some 'ungrateful little snake' his kids.

"I've told you. If Kiri doesn't agree or like them then it's a no go. We're a package deal. I won't lose him. Not for heirs. Not for anyone." 

Mitsuki clicked her tongue and sighed heavily through her nostrils. 

"You will find an omega and have heirs or you will forfeit your right to this land. We'll give it to the Kaminari boy." Mitsuki knew that would trigger Katsuki, who growled and sed his fists on the table. 

"Fine. Whatever hag. But I want to know everything that goes on about this." Mitsuki nodded. 

"Understood." Katsuki stood and turned, huffing as he began walking away. Kirishima stood there for a moment, his chest was cracking, he was bleeding, he had to be. He felt like the wind was knocked from his body. 

He didn't want to come between Katsuki and his parents. He knew even with their smiles and kindness that they less than approved of them. They relented because Katsuki's tantrum would have destroyed everything had they tried to deny him. But they wanted him to have children. He needed too. And even if they liked Kiri, that was something he could never give Katsuki. 

He packed his things quietly in the night as Katsuki slumbers, shadows dancing across his face from the fireplace, the light making his skin gleam gold. 

He stared down at his lover, memorizing his face as best he could before going to him. He leaned down, brushing Katsuki's hair from his face and kissing his forehead. 

Katsuki shivered as a gust of wind from the window burst into the room and then fell back into a peaceful sleep. 

**********

Y/N always loved the raft ride back to the mainland. It was calming and quiet as she watched the mist waft around her, the smell of evergreen and oak filling her senses. She felt the energy, the spirit of the place everywhere. 

"Here you are little Priestess….sure you know where you're going?" The monk who had pushed the raft came to stand beside her. She smiled kindly in his later light and handed him four pieces of silver. 

"I can find my way from here. Thank you Sir. And please, keep this to yourself." He nodded, pocketing the money. 

"Safe travels miss." 

Y/N watched the raft disappear before turning to look at the dense forest before her. She closed her eyes, tuning herself into the sounds around her, she had long since learned that nature speaks and those who listen can hear her sweet voice. 

"I'm coming in." She spoke loudly, and with authority, the Priestess in her rising forth as she took step after step into the forest, the trees seemed to almost clear a path for her, allowing her to move freely through their branches. 

She made it a few hundred yards before she heard the sound of hooves approaching her, she didn't stop, not even when the horses thundered past her, three of them, all stopping at the sight of a woman, dressed in Priestess garb, alone in the woods at night. 

"Hey beautiful! Where ya goin? It's easy to get lost in here!"

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Kirishima always felt better flying. He'd hopped out the window of the bedroom he shared with Bakugou and morphed into dragon form, choosing to fly higher than the clouds to remain undetectable to poachers below. 

He didn't want to leave Katsuki. But he couldn't bear the thought of having to wait around and watch an omegas stomach grow round with his kids. 

And what of their relationship. A child would strengthen the bond between Katsuki and the omega. No matter what Katsuki said….the child wouldn't be-

"You bastard!" Something slammed into Kirishima's side hard, causing him to break from his thoughts and whip around, nostrils flaring with smoke. 

How stunned he was to see the golden dragon form of Katsuki flying beside him and snarling viciously. 

"How could you leave me like that you bitch!" He growled, shoving into Kirishima again. 

"Katsuki calm down," Kirishima communicated telepathically. "I'm searching for the black dragons." They both know it's a lie, but Katsuki indulges him, not wanting to embarrass him. He doesn't know what he'll do if Kirishima runs again. 

"I told you before and I meant it! I won't lose you! You're not alone. You're never alone." They locked eyes, everything else fading away for a moment.

"Come back pretty Priestess! Such a lovely maiden!" Their ears perked. In dragon form their senses were heightened, they could hear in the forest below them. 

"Eek. I smell humans." Bakugou groaned. Kirishima nodded, focusing in on the heart rate of one of them. It was beating wildly. 

"Stay away!" They heard a woman scream. Kirishima did a nose dive, the sound of a woman in distress bringing out the chivalry in him. 

"Kirishima!" Katsuki shouted. "We shouldn't get involved!" Kirishima ignored his lover, diving down into the woods. 

*********

Y/N was holding her own, fighting off the wayward soldiers as best she could with a large branch. Her dress had been ripped, blood covered her knuckles where she had punched one in the face. 

"Evil wenches don't get treated nicely." One growled menacingly as he stepped closer. 

Before Y/N could swing she felt the earth tremble beneath her. She fell back, mouth open in surprise. A dragon, larger than life, slammed down in front of her, blocking the soldier's view of her. 

"No….it can't be……you're outside your territory." One of the soldiers whispered astonished. 

The Dragon was red, scales gleaming like rubies as it beared its fangs and growled. One of the soldiers moved, ready to attack, when another loud thud had them screaming and running into the woods. A second dragon, smaller but just as fierce, landed on their other side. This dragon was gold, with red patterns etched into its scales. They were beautiful and the young Maiden was terrified.

The red dragon turned to face her. She cowered, holding her hands in front of her face to try to shield herself. Afraid his fiery anger would be turned on her. 

"I'm sorry if we frightened you. We heard you from the sky and thought you might need some help." Y/N had no reaction all worn out from surprise as the smooth and kind voice filled her ears. She slowly lowered her hands. 

The red dragon was gone. Where he had stood was a man, with fiery red hair tied in a loose braid that was thrown haphazardly over his shoulders. His eyes were a soft red like molten lava almost, he looked on her with concern. He was huge, nearly seven foot, broad shouldered and all muscle. His chest bare, revealing a splatter of dark black curls on his chest, leading a happy little trail down where she did not dare look. He was fully nude standing before her as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world. And with the smile he wore, it really could have been to him. She blushed, turning her face to the side. 

"If you please sir…..Your….modesty…" She stuttered. 

"OH! God's im.sorry! Shit! Hold on let me put on some pants. Katsuki!" A pair of brown trousers is thrown at his face. Out of the woods appears what she can only assume to have been the second dragon

 The gold one. This man was smaller, about 6'5. His hair was blonde, shaved under and on the sides, the blonde spikes showing how wild and unruly he kept his hair. His eyes ruby red and piercing, as if he was looking right through her into her soul. His chest was bare, sleek and firm, he wasn't as muscular as the red dragon. But he was toned, his body hard from years of dedication to training and he looked mean. 

"Put some pants on. And you, the he'll are you doing out here at this hour." Y/N gripped the branch in her hands. The blonde's eyes flickered between it and her, keeping his distance but still watching her closely. 

"I could ask you the same question Dragon." She hissed, her words like venom as she spoke. 

"She's a Priestess! Can't you tell Katsuki! Look at her dress." Y/N blushed, realizing just how torn and revealing her gown now was, the once pure white fabric now stained and dirty. 

"Sure are a long way from the Isle Priestess."

"I could say the same for you Dragon. Dragor is east of here." The blonde smirked coldly. 

"Maybe we're out hunting. Looking for meek little things like you to gobble up." Y/N flexed her grip on her stick. The red dragon placed a hand on the one he called Katsuki's shoulder. A look of disapproval having the blonde click his tongue and roll his eyes. 

"We really did swoop by only to help. We heard your scream and I kind of nose dived." His cheeks turned a light shade of pink at the confession, causing a tender smile to form on Y/N's lips. It made Kirishima's heart flutter, while Katsuki couldn't stop staring at how perfect her lips were. Though if either of then ever caught him he'd deny it. 

"I'm alright really. Actually, if you don't mind my asking. Have there been sightings or reports of black dragons in this area?" Both dragons snapped their eyes to her, their breaths stilling. Her brow knit in confusion, unsure if she'd said something wrong. 

"You're looking for the dragons too?" Katsuki asked, his eyes narrowing once more. "Who are you?" 

Who was she? All she had ever known was priestesshood, nothing more or less. And the terrible prophecy that had plagued her for years. 

"I am Y/N. Priestess of the Isle of Elvair." She revealed nothing more. The red dragon smiled and bowed at the waist. 

"I'm Eijirou Kirishima. General of the Dragon armies and confidant of Lord Katsuki Bakugou." She looked at the blonde behind him. He was smiling smugly, his chest puffed out and eyes gleaming with pride as he looked at her. 

"And you are Katsuki Bakugou? I assume your parents are Lord and Lady of Dragor?" Bakugou snorted, crossing his arms. 

"No shit." She pursed her lips with distaste. If he was gonna be rude she could give it right back. 

"Well oops sorry," she said sarcastically. "Being practically raised on the Isle, we never took interests in the others in the realm. Our sole purpose was preserving the old way and protecting the sacred space of the Gods." The one named Katsuki faltered a little, not expecting her to not know who he was. But she had a fair point. The isle did not involve itself with the realm. It was separate. 

"Well um hey!" Kirishima said, trying to resolve the tension that was brewing. "If you're looking for the black dragons too maybe we could all go together. You'd be safe for sure and maybe having you with us could help us with the humans and interacting with them." Katsuki slapped Kirishima on the back of the head. The other smiled meekly, rubbing the spot where he was struck. 

Y/N chewed on her bottom lip, weighing the possibilities. If she allowed them to accompany her perhaps the prophecy could be changed. It wasn't solid, but it was worth the risk. 

"Alright…but we walk. We can't have you flying in the skies and being spotted by poachers or Redstone. Katsuki groaned.

"This is stupid."

"If you wanna find the black dragons you'll do it." She snaps back at him. He growls, clenching his fists. 

"Careful shifty Priestess. You're still a human and I could easily eat you." She rolled her eyes. "Fine! But I call the shots and you two follow me!"

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The dark figure moved down the hallway swiftly, heels clacking on the floor as she lifted her dress to quicken her pace. The howl of bats and black dragons piercing the silence in the decrepit castle she made her way through. 

"My King!" She burst into the throne room. It was falling apart, the ceiling gaping, the throne covered in bloodstains. Suitable for the man sitting on it. 

"Toga? You have news?" He scratched his neck stiffly, shifting in his seat to peer down at his servant. She clapped, dancing on her heels gleefully. 

"Mhm! The dragons laid pretty heavy damage to Redstone!" Dabi commanded them and just as he said, they sparked a brewing fund between Redstone and Dragor. The man grinned, nodding his head in approval. 

"The time is coming when black dragons and monsters will rule over Eldoria. The four nations will become slaves under my rule and those of us outed by society will have the justice they seek." 

"But what of the prophecy? Should such a Priestess come into play-"