[checks which chapter was just adapted] but I want gear 5 to be animated nooooow

Wailing sobbing sliding across my desk like a pathetic little slime

Barbarian Bakugou x Plus-sized!Villager!Reader

Summary ; reader loves in village that is ravaged by bararians, bakugou catches them and finds out they are mates

Warnings ; violence, there is implied sexual assault but it never happens kinda like a passing thought. I never actually state gender though reader does wear a dress, so if your someone who doesn’t like wearing dresses then you might have trouble fitting into the narrative. REMEMBER ANYONE CAN WEAR A DRESS, I WILL HYPE YOU UP. They eat in it, also they eat meat so if you’re vegetarian or anything of the sort you probably won’t relate, Bakugou yes he is a warning, swearing it is Bakugou after all.

AUTHORS NOTE ; ill have part 2 out hopefully in a few days, ill link both the petite reader version and the plus-sized reader to each other so whichever suits you better you can read.

Tag list : @squishytenya

Petite!reader version part 1

The village was alight, red ran rampant through the streets, the screams of young and old mixing to create a noise that would give anyone a headache. You were running as fast as you could, no shoes on, trying to pick up your skirts as you ran. You had been woken by a scream and hadn’t thought to put on shoes before you ran to escape the sea of arrows shot at your home. People dragged younger ones through the wreckage, others cried, others shouting for loved ones. Nobody seemed to be left unscathed.

Your feet were in tatters at this point, having ran through rocks and glass to get here. Your only motivation that got you this far, even with the pain you were in, was the orphanage at the top on town. On a slight hill further away from the village, secluded in a way. You hoped against hope the children were ok. You dodged through fire, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You had to make it. You had to keep them safe. Though in your blind panic you didn’t notice the figure stealthily following after you.

You were running up the hill now, twigs that littered the woods floor poking into your poor feet, causing you to slow slightly, but your determination kept you from walking. Just as the orphanage came into sight arms wrapped around your waist. You kicked in attempt to get away, hoping against hope you could escape, get to them. Those kids did nothing to deserve the pain. Your attempts did nothing but tire you more, your hope of escape starting to slip from your grasp. “Stay still dammit” a gruff voice stated. He moved you both back, further into the woods, blocking your view of the orphanage and kept you still.

“Oi Kirishima! Keep those idiots away from the orphanage” He called out further into the woods, not second later a muscular man with spiky hair and even spikier teeth seemed to appear in an instant and disappear just as quickly. With the disappearance of the other man he moved you so you could finally see his face, though his grip on you never loosened. If you were honest with yourself, he was rather pretty. Hard red eyes stared into yours and seemed to judge your appearance as you gaped at him. His blonde locks spiked out, much more naturally than the other mans, he had a defined jawline, and a look that screamed danger. In your curiosity you failed to notice how odd this whole situation was. Here you were being held down by an intimidation and rather frightening man, but you felt no fear towards him.

“Found you” he said, looking at you with a smirk as his face moved closer to yours. Just as you thought he was going to kiss you his face moved lower to your neck and started to pepper kisses and nips into the sensitive skin. You tensed in his hold, not sure what he was about to do, and scared for the outcome that seemed inevitable. Just then he roughly bit into your neck, causing you to shriek at the vast difference from what he was doing before and the pain that started to thump against your neck like a drum. When he was satisfied, he started to lick at your neck, no doubt cleaning up the blood. “There, now that’s sorted time to clean you up and get moving” He tightly grabbed a hold of your hand, pulling you close to his body. “If you try and run you wouldn’t like to know the fate of those kids you so wish to protect so behave.” You didn’t want to know what he could to, so you allowed him to pull you away from the orphanage.

He pulled you both down the hill and towards the town, he hadn’t told you his name and didn’t seem in the mood for light conversation, so you stayed quiet, not wanting to anger the man further than he already seemed to be. When you both got back to the village it was silent. A stark difference between the village you had left behind, and it set you on edge. He must have noticed how you had started to shake a little, though he didn’t say anything on it. “Hide you face into my back, quickly” he said, his voice slightly softer than earlier, though it didn’t stop the unease. Just as you opened your mouth to question it, he gave you a glare that made you close it instantly. You ducked your head down into his back behind him and tried to ignore the strares, questions swarming your mind. “right let’s move out” he shouted, his voice seeming even more loud now you were against his back, making you cringe slightly. With one hand now taking your weight he hoisted onto a horse, repositioning you in front of him to lean against his chest. “Get some sleep, its gonna be a long ride teddy bear”

When you woke you were still in his arms, though you were now wrapped up in a fur coat, keeping you warm from the wind. If you didn’t think about the fact he basically kidnapped you it could almost be sweet. He had positioned you in a way that meant the brunt of the wind was hitting against the fur coat, keeping you toasty warm. He was looking ahead, no doubt keeping control of the horse, though you did notice how he would glance down at you. Due to your position you couldn’t really see anything, giving in to the temptation of going back to sleep for now, who knew when you would be able to sleep again, you let your eyes closed and allowed yourself to relax, your head snuggling into his warm chest.

Your eyes fluttered open at a loud shout, startling you from the fragile sleep you had managed to get. “We’re almost there” He claimed, glancing down at your sleepy form curled into him. Cute. The thought was a fleeting one, but it made him freeze up slightly, he hoped you didn’t notice. This mate stuff was making him soft. The horse abruptly came to a stop and the man carefully gave you his hand to help you jump down. You noticed almost immediately this was much gentler than he had been previously, and honestly threw you for a loop. On one hand this was much nicer treatment than previously, even if he hadn’t been particularly bad, on the other hand what does this entail, does he want something in return? The man pulled you inside what looked like a large tent and pointed towards the bed to sit down, it was covered with fur blankets and looked rather nice and warm to cuddle up in.

“Look here’s the deal,” he said, sitting down on the floor before you, making your face in line with his. “You’re my mate, kinda like a soulmate, I guess. It’s a feeling. My name’s Bakugou Katsuki by the way. Call my Katsuki though, it’ll just piss me off if you call me anything else. Just, listen to what I say. Ill go get you some food, you look like you need it.” As Katsuki walks away you could hear him mutter under his breath “Skinny as anything” When he had officially left, and you decided he was far enough away you started to look around. The tent was rather spacious, but not to the point it was cold. If anything, it was so warm in here. Like an invisible fire was somewhere in the room keeping it warm. The tent itself smelled like wood pine and honeysuckle, and a hint of caramel, it felt more homely than your old village ever did. You knew you had to think through what he had told you, but you didn’t want to even think about it. Taken away from your home after it having been destroyed by them and he tells you you’re his soulmate and you need to listen him.

When Katsuki got back you were cocooned in the blankets, sure the room was warm, but as the night air drew in the rooms temperature seemed to drop drastically, so you had taken it upon yourself to collect all the blankets and pile them onto of yourself. Katsuki stood at the entrance dumbfounded at the sight, as in comparison he stood tall in his trousers and fur coat, with his necklace and earrings to adorn the look. He wasn’t used to feeling cold. He would need to thank his parents later for getting on at him to make sure he had enough blankets for his mate when it got cold. He placed the food down on the table and started picking apart the blankets until he revealed you, cuddling into yourself. “Look, I know its cold but you gotta eat, come on” He allows you to get yourself up, though you take one of the smaller blankets with you to combat the cold.

The meal itself wasn’t anything special. A meat of some kind with potatoes and asparagus. You were so hungry you ate it without question, too hungry to care. He watched you from the other side of the table, it made you slightly self-conscious but brushed it off as his thing, he had a habit of watching you. When you finished you made sure to tidy up your area as best as you could, not wanting to seem impolite. This made Katsuki scoff at you, your insecurity coming back quickly.

“Bed time” was all he said, even though you had been sleeping most of the day, the thought of curling up into the blanket seemed heavenly. As you climbed into the bed, securing yourself under the furs Katsuki came in behind you. He simply brought your body to his, circling his body around yours in a protective manner. With him so close to you, you found it hard to fall asleep. Though Katsuki seemed to find it easy, simply snuggling his face into your neck and falling asleep. You decided to go through your options. Option one, stay still and go to sleep unknowing to what could happen tomorrow, though by his current attitude and behaviour you now highly doubted it being too dangerous, or option two, somehow manage to escape his iron grip and run out of the tent, with no knowledge of where you were, how far from home, or what could be outside the tent. The thought of meeting something worse than Katsuki made you shiver and slightly move closer to him. At least you knew what he was capable of, plus you had the added protection that he claimed you as his mate, those usually ended happily. No one wanted to endanger their mate, it went against Barbarian law. Something you vaguely remembered researching when you were young and curious. With those thoughts in mind you allowed yourself to succumb to the warmth Katsuki provided and fall into a broken sleep.

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Klaine one-shot - “Caught in the Act” (Rated PG13)

There's an amazing man in one of Kurt's classes, and Kurt just has to find out more about him. He tries to consult the man's student profile in an attempt to find some clues, but he can't remember the man's last name. Luckily, a serendipitous stranger wanders by to lend a helping hand. (1226 words)

Different first meeting, NYADA, inspired by this video.

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“Jesus, Rachel! Could you take any longer calling me back?” Kurt grumbles, juggling his phone and his books as he fights his way through the crowd for a seat at an empty table with an available computer. The campus coffee shop is always busy during the school day. Students pop in to log onto the café laptops between classes and check their email more than they do to buy coffee, so Kurt usually makes it a point to never go there. The coffee tastes burnt anyway, and he prefers to use his laptop at home. But this is an emergency. He needs information, and he needs it now.

“According to my phone, I called you back literally a minute later,” Rachel says in her defense. “I just got out of class a second ago, too, you know. Cassie’s glaring at me as it is. I think she’s about to grand jete over and fan kick me in the face!”

“Bob and weave, Berry, bob and weave. This is important.”

“What is it!?” she asks. A chorus of “Hey!” and “Watch it!” accompany her question, and Kurt pictures her shoving her five-foot-three-inch self out the door. “Did you get that solo in Vocal Studies class?”

“No.” Kurt rushes a table being stared down by three other students, beating them to the punch. “Actually, yes,” he backpedals, not realizing what he’d said till now.

“Oh my God, Kurt!” Rachel gushes. “That’s wonderful!”

“Yes, it is,” Kurt agrees, pausing for a moment to properly appreciate that accomplishment. “And I’ll tell you all about that when I see you, but this is something else.”

“Something better!?”

“Let’s just say it might be on par, but in a separate category.”

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense! Tell me!”

“Alright.” Kurt logs on to the computer and pulls up his profile and schedule. “I just met the most incredible guy.”

“Ooo! Spill!”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Kurt squeals. “He’s in my Musical Theater Performance class.” Kurt scrolls through his schedule on the screen and selects that class, but the roster hasn’t been posted by his professor yet. Damn! Can’t find him that way. “He’s a year ahead of us, and God! You should see him!”

“Is he handsome?” Rachel asks. He gets the impression from the sudden calm on her end of the call that she’s either arrived at her class early or ducked into the bathroom.

“Handsome is an understatement. He’s got the most incredible eyes. When he looks at you, it’s like you’re the only person in the room …”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.” Kurt navigates the directory as he talks, trying to find his mystery man by entering his first name in correlation to that class, but no dice. “He has the most perfect mouth in existence.”

“Definitely important.”

“And his voice …” Kurt sighs. “It’s just …”

“Dreamy?”

Kurt sighs again. “I wouldn’t ever use that adjective, but yeah. He’s dreamy. He’s also funny. We got paired together to ad lib a 1930’s inspired scene. I was so nervous, but he had me laughing the entire time. He’s just so … flirty. And smart, and talented.”

“You learned all of that in one class?”

“Rachel, in the space of that one class I saw him play three instruments flawlessly and heard him hold a conversation in five separate languages. I think I can vouch for intelligence and talent.”

“What else?” Rachel asks, sounding beyond excited for her best friend. “What’s he majoring in? What dorm does he live in? Is he gay?”

“That, I don’t know,” Kurt answers, mostly addressing the “gay” question. “I’m trying to look up his student profile for clues, except … crap.” Kurt drums his fingers on the computer.

“Crap what?”

“I’m spacing on his last name. It’s Blaine something-with-an-a. And you know how touchy this system is. Blaine Alexson, Blaine Andelson …”

“It’s Anderson,” a voice behind him supplies helpfully. “A-n-d-e-r-s-o-n.”

“That’s it! Oh my goodness, thank you! Thank you so much!” Kurt types in the correction and pulls up Blaine’s student profile. “Dammit!”

“What?” the voice behind him and Rachel ask at the exact same time.

“Well, it doesn’t have anything listed – not his major, his dorm, his email address, anything. Hmm, I wonder what he’s hiding.”

“Nothing. I just like my privacy,” the voice behind him says. A chair pulls up and a man sits down.

Kurt doesn’t turn to face his guest. He doesn’t get the chance. He becomes solid stone. Without even looking, Kurt realizes who’s sitting next to him; the shade of red overwhelming his cheeks a testament to that fact.

“Uh … I’ll have to call you back, Rach.” Kurt hangs up the call and puts down his phone, cutting short a barrage of, “Why? What’s wrong? What’s happening---?”

Kurt swallows. He glances to his right. When he sees the face smiling at him, he murmurs, “Oh … God.”

“Nope,” the man sitting next to him says. “Just Blaine. Blaine Anderson.” He taps the computer screen, pointing to his photograph with his name underneath. “And you are …” Blaine types on the keyboard one-handed, bringing up Kurt’s profile with a few deft strokes, “Kurt Hummel.”

“Uh …” Kurt stutters, horrified that he’s been caught red-handed. “That’s me,” he admits lamely, feeling that’s a better response than another monosyllabic uh.

“Well, it’s nice to officially meet you, Kurt,” Blaine says. “I wanted to introduce myself to you after class, but you took off pretty quickly.” Blaine chuckles nervously, since now he knows why.

Kurt tries to laugh, too, but it comes out as another painful rendition of, “Oh, God.”

“It seems like you have your email listed in your profile,” Blaine points out, both flattered and amused by Kurt’s temporary paralysis, “but, if you’d like …” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card. Oh my God! Kurt thinks. He’s got business cards? “This has my email address on it, and my phone number.” Blaine sets it on the table next to Kurt’s phone. “Maybe I can take you out for coffee some time?”

“Yeah,” Kurt says, finally managing something other than uh and oh, God. “That sounds like it would be … nice.”

Kurt nods.

Blaine nods.

Yeah, Kurt thinks. This is going downhill fast.

“Good,” Blaine says, undeterred. “I have to get to my next class, but I expect to hear from you. Soon, alright? Don’t be a stranger.”

Why? Can he act any stranger than this? Kurt’s not sure that’s possible. “I won’t,” Kurt says, eyes following Blaine as he walks into the crowd. Blaine turns at the door, gives him a wave, then disappears into the oncoming throng.

“Oh, God,” Kurt moans, returning to tried and true as he drops his head on the keyboard and smacks his forehead lightly against the keys. That couldn’t have gone worse than if he’d planned it that way. His phone rings and he answers it blindly, his eyes flicking to the business card Blaine left on the table. “Hello?”

“Kurt! Kurt, what’s wrong? You cut me off.”

“I got his phone number. He wants to take me out for coffee.”

“That’s … that’s great!” Rachel cheers.

“Yeah.” Kurt grabs the card and sticks it in his pocket for safekeeping. “Too bad I can’t call him.”

“Why not!?”

“Because I died of embarrassment about three minutes ago.”

STELENA: A Different Life - Chapter 1

I had several very general prompt requests for Stefan/Elena one shots so I thought I’d fill them all at once and write a short multi-chapter fic instead. It is based on the visions Stefan and Elena had of each other living a human life in Season 5, Episode 18. I am filling in the gaps and expanding it a bit. I hope you enjoy it!**

---- Dear Diary, You're not going to believe what happened last night! I can hardly believe it myself. I almost went to third base with Matt Donovan. I know, I know. The same Matt who I've known since we were both in our Pampers years. It was awkward and uncomfortable and there was a lot of grunting and groping. We were in the bed of his truck and it's just ... it's Matt! That’s not how I ever pictured the two of us being so I put a stop to it as soon as I could. I know he was hurt and I felt bad and was embarrassed but dammit, it never should have happened. I - Elena growled and threw down her pen, ripping the pages documenting her epic, personal humiliation from the diary she'd been carrying around for the past several months. It would never see the light of day now if she could help it. This was not something anyone, especially her posterity, ever needed to know. She stuck the pages quickly underneath a salt shaker and started on a fresh page, one which she hoped to fill up with a much better tale. And anything would make for a better tale than her friend Matt fondling her breasts. She shook her head. That was the very last time she ever drank Jose Cuervo at one of Caroline Forbes's parties... She had just picked up her pen when a gust of wind circled about her and swept the pages from the table. She gasped and immediately flew to her feet, running after them. She had to get to them before anyone else could. She noticed boot-clad feet approaching the pages and her heart gripped with fear. A large, steady hand reached down to pick up the diary pages and she followed him with her eyes. It was a guy. A really, really gorgeous guy. He had forest green eyes that sparkled with amusement, full lips that sported a teasing smile, and cheekbones that must have been carved from granite. Her heart started beating like a kick drum in her chest and she was half worried that he could hear it. The handsome guy, about her age, she'd guess, maybe a year older at most, waved the pages in his hand. "Lose something?" Elena felt her cheeks heat with color. "Uh yes, it's a particularly mortifying page from my journal." His smile grew still wider. It was such an amazing smile. "Oh. You censor your journal? I am pretty sure that's against journal rules." Elena couldn't help the laugh that crossed her lips. "I am pretty sure you're not the journal police." She knotted her fingers at her sides to give her something to do. "Trust me, it's really bad." "I am officially intrigued." She tried not to appear stern as she said, "And I'm officially not kidding." She stuck out her hand and gasped in surprise as their fingers brushed. She felt like ... Like an electrical charge had passed through her when he grazed the tips of her fingers with his. She had read about that happening in books, but she had never expected to experience something like it herself. She was rocked to the core and wondered if it showed. She wondered if he had felt that himself. "T- thank you," she said, pulling back ever-so-reluctantly and holding the torn pages at her sides. He watched her expectantly, like he was waiting for something. "I'm Elena," she blurted out. His beautiful eyes never strayed from hers. "I'm Stefan." He kept watching her, with that same gorgeous smile on her face. "Hey, Elena, can I buy you lunch?" "Well I already ate ...." She flushed. Was she actually turning down a lunch invitation from this Greek God? She had to be an idiot. "But uh ... There's this new Jennifer Aniston movie playing at the multiplex across town and-" "Oh, so you're a Jennifer Aniston fan, huh?" "Well, isn't everyone? I mean she's iconic. But if you don't want to, I understand. I mean it's a romantic comedy and most guys are way too tough for that sort of thing." He chuckled. "That sounds like a dare … But, yes Elena, I’d like to go to this movie together. We can walk there if you want. It's a nice day." "It's ... a beautiful day," she said, thinking he was beautiful. "While we're walking over there, maybe you can tell me a bit about the contents of that top secret diary entry." "Never," Elena said with a laugh. "That's one secret I'm taking to my grave." Stefan just laughed. He followed her back to the table and she carefully stuck everything into her backpack. "Ready to go?" She asked, looking up at him expectantly. He was so tall and she could hardly keep her eyes off of him. "Wait. There is one thing…”. "If this is about my diary..." "It's not." He reached out and carefully lifted one of the red poppies from the water glass on the table. He handed it to her. "No first date is complete without flowers." "Oh is this a first date?" Elena asked. Her heart started racing still faster. He nodded. "I hope you will think of it that way." Elena nodded and sniffed the flower to hide the blush on her cheeks. She actually hoped that this was the first of many dates to come. TO BE CONTINUED.

Barbarian Bakugou x Petite!Villager!Reader

Part 2

Summary ; reader lives in village that is ravaged by bararians, bakugou catches them and finds out they are mates

Warnings ; violence, there is implied sexual assault but it never happens kinda like a passing thought. I never actually state gender though reader does wear a dress, so if your someone who doesn’t like wearing dresses then you might have trouble fitting into the narrative. REMEMBER ANYONE CAN WEAR A DRESS, I WILL HYPE YOU UP. they eat in it, also they eat meat so if you’re vegetarian or anything of the sort you probably won’t relate, Bakugou yes he is a warning.

AUTHORS NOTE ; if you want a part 2 let me know, also if you want a part with a plus sized reader instead of a petite reader let me know. Reading @thetrashywritingwitch gave me inspiration so definitely check them out

Word count : 2k

Barbarian!Bakugou x plus-sized!reader part 1

The village was alight, red ran rampant through the streets, the screams of young and old mixing to create a noise that would give anyone a headache. You were running as fast as you could, no shoes on, trying to pick up your skirts as you ran. You had been woken by a scream and hadn’t thought to put on shoes before you ran to escape the sea of arrows shot at your home. People dragged younger ones through the wreckage, others cried, others shouting for loved ones. Nobody seemed to be left unscathed.

Your feet were in tatters at this point, having ran through rocks and glass to get here. Your only motivation that got you this far, even with the pain you were in, was the orphanage at the top on town. On a slight hill further away from the village, secluded in a way. You hoped against hope the children were ok. You dodged through fire, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You had to make it. You had to keep them safe. Though in your blind panic you didn’t notice the figure stealthily following after you.

You were running up the hill now, twigs that littered the woods floor poking into your poor feet, causing you to slow slightly, but your determination kept you from walking. Just as the orphanage came into sight arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you off the ground. You kicked in attempt to get away, hoping against hope you could escape, get to them. Those kids did nothing to deserve the pain. Your attempts did nothing but tire you more, your hope of escape starting to slip from your grasp. “Stay still dammit” a gruff voice stated. He moved you both back, further into the woods, blocking your view of the orphanage and kept you still.

“Oi Kirishima! Keep those idiots away from the orphanage” He called out further into the woods, not second later a muscular man with spiky hair and even spikier teeth seemed to appear in an instant and disappear just as quickly. With the disappearance of the other man he moved you so you could finally see his face, though his grip on you never loosened. If you were honest with yourself, he was rather pretty. Hard red eyes stared into yours and seemed to judge your appearance as you gaped at him. His blond locks spiked out, much more naturally than the other mans, he had a defined jawline, and a look that screamed danger. In your curiosity you failed to notice how odd this whole situation was. Here you were being held down by an intimidation and rather frightening man, but you felt no fear towards him.

“Found you” he said, looking at you with a smirk as his face moved closer to yours. Just as you thought he was going to kiss you his face moved lower to your neck and started to pepper kisses and nips into the sensitive skin. You tensed in his hold, not sure what he was about to do, and scared for the outcome that seemed inevitable. Just then he roughly bit into your neck, causing you to shriek at the vast difference from what he was doing before and the pain that started to thump against your neck like a drum. When he was satisfied, he started to lick at your neck, no doubt cleaning up the blood. “There, now that’s sorted time to clean you up and get moving” Rather than letting you walk with him he picked up and set you on his hip, like a child. “If you move or cause trouble ill carry you in a more uncomfortable fashion got it” At his threat you tensed once more and nod in agreement. You had no idea what he could do to you and honestly, you didn’t want to find out.

He carried you both down the hill and towards the town, he hadn’t told you his name and didn’t seem in the mood for light conversation, so you stayed quiet, not wanting to anger the man further than he already seemed to be. When you both got back to the village it was silent. A stark difference between the village you had left behind, and it set you on edge. He must have noticed how you had started to shake a little, though he didn’t say anything on it. “Hide you face into my shoulder, quickly” he said, his voice slightly softer than earlier, though it didn’t stop the unease. Just as you opened your mouth to question it, he gave you a glare that made you close it instantly. You ducked your head down into his neck and froze against his side, questions swarming your mind. “right let’s move out” he shouted, his voice seeming even more loud now you were against his neck, making you cringe slightly. With one hand now taking your weight he hoisted onto a horse, repositioning you in front of him to lean against his chest. “Get some sleep, its gonna be a long ride princess”

When you woke you were still in his arms, though you were now wrapped up in a fur coat, keeping you warm from the wind. If you didn’t think about the fact he basically kidnapped you it could almost be sweet. He had positioned you in a way that meant the brunt of the wind was hitting against the fur coat, keeping you toasty warm. He was looking ahead, no doubt keeping control of the horse, though you did notice how he would glance down at you. Due to your position you couldn’t really see anything, giving in to the temptation of going back to sleep for now, who knew when you would be able to sleep again, you let your eyes closed and allowed yourself to relax, your head snuggling into his warm chest.

Your eyes fluttered open at a loud shout, startling you from the fragile sleep you had managed to get. “We’re almost there” He claimed, glancing down at your sleepy form curled into him. Cute. The thought was a fleeting one, but it made him freeze up slightly, he hoped you didn’t notice. This mate stuff was making him soft. The horse abruptly came to a stop and the man carefully picked you up into his arms bridal style. You noticed almost immediately this was much gentler than he had been previously, and honestly threw you for a loop. On one hand this was much nicer treatment than previously, even if he hadn’t been particularly bad, on the other hand what does this entail, does he want something in return? The man carried you inside what looked like a large tent and placed you down on a bed covered with fur blankets and looked rather nice and warm to cuddle up in.

“Look here’s the deal,” he said, sitting down on the floor before you, making your face in line with his. “You’re my mate, kinda like a soulmate, I guess. It’s a feeling. My name’s Bakugou Katsuki by the way. Call my Katsuki though, it’ll just piss me off if you call me anything else. Just, listen to what I say. Ill go get you some food, you look like you need it.” As Katsuki walks away you could hear him mutter under his breath “Skinny as anything” When he had officially left, and you decided he was far enough away you started to look around. The tent was rather spacious, but not to the point it was cold. If anything, it was so warm in here. Like an invisible fire was somewhere in the room keeping it warm. The tent itself smelled like wood pine and honeysuckle, and a hint of caramel, it felt more homely than your old village ever did. You knew you had to think through what he had told you, but you didn’t want to even think about it. Taken away from your home after it having been destroyed by them and he tells you you’re his soulmate and you need to listen him.

When Katsuki got back you were cocooned in the blankets, sure the room was warm, but as the night air drew in the rooms temperature seemed to drop drastically, so you had taken it upon yourself to collect all the blankets and pile them onto of yourself. Katsuki stood at the entrance dumbfounded at the sight, as in comparison he stood tall in his trousers and fur coat, with his necklace and earrings to adorn the look. He wasn’t used to feeling cold. He would need to thank his parents later for getting on at him to make sure he had enough blankets for his mate when it got cold. He placed the food down on the table and started picking apart the blankets until he revealed you, cuddling into yourself. “Look, I know its cold but you gotta eat, come on” He allows you to get yourself up, though you take one of the smaller blankets with you to combat the cold.

The meal itself wasn’t anything special. A meat of some kind with potatoes and asparagus. You were so hungry you ate it without question, too hungry to care. He watched you from the other side of the table, it made you slightly self-conscious but brushed it off as his thing, he had a habit of watching you. When you finished you made sure to tidy up your area as best as you could, not wanting to seem impolite. This made Katsuki scoff at you, your insecurity coming back quickly.

“Bed time” was all he said, even though you had been sleeping most of the day, the thought of curling up into the blanket seemed heavenly. As you climbed into the bed, securing yourself under the furs Katsuki came in behind you. He simply brought your body to his, circling his body around yours in a protective manner. With him so close to you, you found it hard to fall asleep. Though Katsuki seemed to find it easy, simply snuggling his face into your neck and falling asleep. You decided to go through your options. Option one, stay still and go to sleep unknowing to what could happen tomorrow, though by his current attitude and behaviour you now highly doubted it being too dangerous, or option two, somehow manage to escape his iron grip and run out of the tent, with no knowledge of where you were, how far from home, or what could be outside the tent. The thought of meeting something worse than Katsuki made you shiver and slightly move closer to him. At least you knew what he was capable of, plus you had the added protection that he claimed you as his mate, those usually ended happily. No one wanted to endanger their mate, it went against Barbarian law. Something you vaguely remembered researching when you were young and curious. With those thoughts in mind you allowed yourself to succumb to the warmth Katsuki provided and fall into a broken sleep.

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