A dragon's heart - Masterlist

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

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King Katsuki x Courtesan Reader Snippet

So... I realised I forgot Katsuki's birthday and that's one of the only days I write something for him. But to be fair... I don't care about Katsuki but its a yearly tradition so I guess I gotta do something for the blond pomeranian.

SO yall remember the Breedingtober thing where Katsuki was supposed to have a one-shot where it was king Katsuki x Courtesan reader? Yah that.

I'll work on finishing that as my atonement to all the Bakugou stans.

Here's a snippet for yall. Hopefully its done by the end of the week.

Katsuki walked into the building with his men. The beautiful building was filled with sweet fruity fragrances. He pushed past the hanging lace that was around the entrance way. It revealed the one thing Katsuki’s men had been begging to stop in while they rode back to the capital. It was something that Katsuki wanted to outright deny but Eijiro had done a good job persuading him into trying to “Keep moral up”.

When Katsuki agreed, he didn’t think that would mean visiting the pleasure district.

The pleasure house had beautiful welcomers that bowed before them, motioning towards an old lady who sat in front, leading further into the elaborate building. She sat with her eyes closed, her hands on her lap as she seemed content, despite the place she was currently in. Her blue eyes opened as she looked to the warriors in front of her. “Evening, gentlemen. How can I assist you?” She asked, moving to shuffle onto her feet.

Eijiro, the highest ranking military general of his armed forces, stepped forward. He had an easy smile on his face like always. He motioned over to Katsuki. “I would like to introduce, his majesty, Emperor Bakugou Katsuki, as well as his royal first legion.” He motioned to the rest of the men that had come with the two of them. “We would like to implore your…” Eijiro hesitated as two girls, from the way they were dressed in lighter paler colours, with their hairs done up with hairpins, were clearly courtesans in training. They giggled at the sight of the officers and highest ranking noble. Eijiro looked back at the old lady with a glint in his eyes. He motioned behind him. “your institution’s services for the night.”

Coming out from behind them all was a chest filled with gold, carried in by two of the squires that were travelling with them. The lady’s grey eyebrows raised in surprise, her eyes looking down at the contents in front of her. Her eyes flicked to Eijiro who held a smirk on his face, knowing that the only currency that places like this spoke was in gold.

The old lady grinned and motioned to the room to her right. “You are more than welcomed to stay as long as you please, your majesty.” She bowed, allowing them further into the pleasure house.

Katsuki rolled his eyes as he stepped forward to the room that she had motioned to. To say that Katsuki didn’t want to be here would be an understatement. He wanted to be farthest away from here. He wanted to be on his horse being closer to the palace than further away. The battle that happened on his Eastern border was more taxing than he thought it would be. It was the last thing he needed but it was a great distraction. It kept him out of that stuffy palace and back with a sword in his hand.

It also kept him away from his wife.

“Eijiro, this better not be a waste of my gold.” Katsuki spoke as his crimson gaze moved back to his taller best friend and most trusted comrade.

The redheaded military officer chuckled as he rolled his shoulders. “Your majesty, this is supposed to be our celebration of our great victory.” He reminded the blond emperor. Were they alone, Eijiro would have called him by his first name, however with so many eyes and ears around, Eijiro chose the safer route.

Katsuki tsked as he moved towards the front. This seemed to be a greeting area, where they would receive more higher ranking guests. It would make sense from the red fully stuffed pillows, silks, laces and the incense being burned and wafted into the air. Katsuki scoffed as he motioned down to the front of the rows of pillows. Another pillow was brought, placing it on top of that one. Katsuki finally sat down unceremoniously, his hands on his knees as he stared forward with a scowl.

“Aww come on, Emperor.” Sero spoke up this time, sitting on the other side of him while Eijiro sat to the left of Katsuki. He spoke with an eased back straight smile. “You’ve been so tense ever since you got married, it’s time for you to live a little. Just like we used to before you got crowned.” He reminded the blond.

The good old days.

Something Katsuki missed more than anything. A time where he was fighting for his throne, where he had blood and dirt under his nails, a sword always resting on his hip and a tan from the hot sun that shone down on him. It was perfect to him. With nothing but his close friends around him and a burning fire reminding Katsuki of all he lost and all he would gain back again.

Now as Emperor, although Katsuki accepted and enjoyed the extravagance of his life, he missed his old one.

“Speaking of which,” Denki started to speak as he moved to sit beside Sero. “I’m sure a certain Empress Ochaco will be more than happy to see you, your majesty.” He spoke with one of those stupid smirks on his face.

Katsuki tried to bite back a groan at the thought of Ochaco. She was a good looking woman that was for sure with a good body and she did what a wife was supposed to, Hell, she was a great empress even. The only problem was…

Katsuki couldn’t seem to give more than half a fuck about her.

It wasn’t Ochaco’s fault. Not in the slightest. Katsuki just couldn’t find it within himself to see her as anything more than what she was. A woman who got sold through an agreement made by her father so that Katsuki could win the war. She never desired Katsuki nor did she ever see a need to do anything more beyond her wifely duties to him should he wish. She was a great empress when she wasn’t annoying the living daylights out of him. But she wasn’t Katsuki’s woman.

Which was probably why he felt little to nothing about the fact that he was about to entertain whores in a pleasure house tonight and return to her tomorrow.

Katsuki closed his eyes and fought back a scowl unsuccessfully. He really was tense. “Where’s that old woman!?” He asked loudly now that all of them were seated.

A low chuckle came as the old woman walked from a side corridor over to them. She moved towards the men, moving to stand at a wall. “I apologise, your majesty. I was fetching my girls.” She informed him. “Now, of course, since you have graced us with your presence, your majesty, you will be the first to choose from my highest-ranking courtesans.” She motioned to where she had come from.

Walking in from the hidden sides were a group of five women, all more beautiful, curvaceous and enticing than the last. They carefully sat down on their knees, their bosoms nearly spilling out of their dresses and their make-up perfectly complementing their complexion. Katsuki’s eyebrows eased at the sheer beauty in front of him. No wonder his men were so eager to be here. He had heard from them about how this was the best pleasure house in the entire kingdom and was hesitant to believe them, however looking at his options, he wasn’t surprised.

There was one, that did catch Katsuki’s attention more than anyone else.

You sat in the middle of them all, your eyes looking straight at Katsuki almost as if you weren’t afraid to look at death straight in the eyes. You had this stare that had something brewing inside Katsuki immediately. It made him feel like he was suffocating, like he couldn’t breathe under your scrutiny. You were by far the most beautiful out of all of them. Not by looks but just by your presence. Your eyes scanned over his front line highest ranking officers. Each one of them stiffening under your gaze, blushes blooming to their cheeks.

Your eyes finally settled back on Katsuki. You bowed your head, moving your hands in front of you as you lowered your head, bowing down towards the floor. “Your majesty, the honour is ours.” You all spoke but Katsuki only wanted to hear from you.

“Now, you can pick any of the-”

“That one.” Katsuki pointed a single finger towards you. His crimson eyes stayed honed on you. “I want that one.”

-Glitch1d

Fantasy Au clothing designs ⚔️🏹

In my past fantasy-themed drawings I never had a consistent and detailed concept of our outfits, and since the new mha popularity poll results are close to being revealed and those illustrations are where the fantasy au was born, I thought it would be a great idea to finally draw the detailed costumes! My character's clothes are a mix between my own style and something that I think matches Katsuki's style in this au, because even if he "doesn't like it" we share his red cape ♥ (btw, I love the winter dress, it's definitely something I would like to sew in the future 🪡) in the case of Bakugo, his "summer" outfit is the best known and his first design of the fantasy au, while the second is a mix between his outfit from the fourth survey and the one from the eighth, there were things about both that I liked so I decided to combine them, anyways, I love the results, we look good, cozy and ready for new adventures!

Commissions are open

2nd Bakugou x Reader Fanfic Recs!

> • 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

Title: “ No Title ” by bakugous-sandbag on tumblr

A/B/O, (O) Bakugo x (A) Reader

Genre: nsfw & smut, gn?reader

Title: “ Late Night ” by simpliheavenli on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Short Dad!Baku x Pregnant Reader thingy, fluff & sfw

Title: “ No Title ” by aikugo on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Prince!Bakugo x Maid!GN!reader, angst to comfort

Summary: The barbaric and infamous prince has returned victorious from war, and as the only maid he ever lets get near him, you’re the one who gets to tend to him now that he’s back home.

Title: “ Moonlit Madness ” by kasukikitten on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Werewolf!Bakugo x Fem!Reader NON CON, prey predator stalking, and NSFW

Summary: Hunger forces you to leave the comfort of your apartment just before rain in hopes to find something that will satisfy you but you'll soon find out that hunger comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Quickly at that as an ancient beast stalks you for part of the night hoping to satiate what you've awakened in him.

Title: “ Liquid Courage ” by her-words-her-stories on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Bakugou Katsuki x Female, Mild Smut, Angst, Alcohol

Summary: Your a pro hero who’s been working her ass off to be in the top picks. To maintain that, you train at a Hero’s Only Training Ground to hone your Quirk alongside mentor Aizawa who’s bees helping you ever since you graduated high and college, but you’ve become a bit distracted by the most unlikely person to your friends… and of course, you drunk text him.

Title: “ Cheat ” by oh-katsuki on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Bakugo x Fem!Reader ft. Bakucamie, Cheating, breeding, creampie, exhibitionism, praise, dubcon (alcohol), drugs (alcohol), slight size kink, multiple orgasms, angst for Camie, heartbreak for Camie, reader breaks Camie and Bakugou up, comparison to another person during sex, reader is kinda a pos oops. 

Summary: Bakugou is a regular at the upscale restaurant you work at and he’s just started dating Pro-Hero Maboromacamie, but it’s not her that he wants. No, he’s infatuated with the pretty waitress and Camie suspects it.

“You were ruining her sheets with sex and she was crying about how worried she was. The power was incredible, Bakugou driving his hips further into you, moaning and grunting your name while his beautiful girlfriend slowly had her worries quelled by people who had no idea what he was up to, who he was in.”

Title: “ Baby Explosion Murder ” by hxwks-gf on tumblr

Genre/Warning: Bakugo x GN?Reader, kids, fluff & sfw.

Summary: Bakugo gets hit with a de-aging quirk and it’s up to you to take care of him until it wears off.

Title: “ No Title ” by bluefuckboy on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Bakugo x Fem!Reader, Nsfw, Smut, Pecs..., Kinks

Title: “ No Title ” by x-chubby-reader

Genre/Warnings: Toddler!Bakugo x PlusSized!Reader, Kids, Fluff, Sfw

Summary: Baku gets hit by a quirk which makes him a toddler.

Title: “ Ass, Tits, Or Thighs ” by weluvsosa on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Bakugo x Reader, Nsfw, Mentions of sex.

Title: “ All His Attention ” by gglitch1dd on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Yandere!Bully!Bakugou x Fem!Reader,. Reader is Best Friends with Izuzu, and sfw.

Summary: Bully Bakugou is obsessed with you no matter how little interest you show in him, but is in for the shock of his life at the sports festival when you reveal you aren't as passive as you seem.

Title: “ You, My Queen ” by gglitch1dd on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Barbarian!King!Bakugo x Queen!Wife!GN!Reader, Bakubottom (Reader Is top), teasing, slight nsfw

Summary: Barbarian Warrior Bakugou who comes back from a war with the Todorokis to his darling amazing little wife who's been keeping the clan safe and everything in order. He absolutely adores her and can not think of anyone better at being his Chieftess. He is literally a big baby for her and can't live without her praise and reassurance that he is the best man in the land (minus his manly dragon of course, who adores you too)

Title: “ Conquered ” by bluefuckboy on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Minotaur!Bakugo x Fem!Reader, nsfw, smut, monster fucking, non con, breeding(ish), creampie.

Title: “ When they read self-insert fanfictions of themselves ” by bukojuiice on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Katsuki x Gn!Reader, sfw, fluff?

Forgotten Realm Masterlist

You have been an archaeologist for years now but ushered into the darkest and forgotten corners of the museum. Your chosen specialty was in the once renowned City of Musutafu - which unfortunately for you has been seen as a farce, bordering on the make-believe and whimsical in high society. But you know the forgotten empire that was Musutafu was real, it just had to be with all the fragmented evidence found over the years, but several journals discredited its authenticity and cited that there was no conclusive evidence that Musutafu was anything more than myths and storytelling from much greater (and more realistic) societies. You never regarded these setbacks, even when they landed you in the basement of said museum, cataloguing donations and doing the linguistic legwork your superiors were far ‘too busy’ to do themselves. But when a strange journal turned up on your doorstep, outlining the archaeological find of the century, you embarked on the expedition of a lifetime. To bring back something to show that Musutafu really did exist. But you didn't expect to actually find a forgotten world, thriving and hidden. Nor the crimson-eyed prince who ruled there.

Here you'll find my drabbles in this series, inspired by archaeological adventure movies and more specifically Disney's Atlantis: The Lost Empire. These will be updated as I have time, in short entries to build an overall story. Please bear in mind this will be a story that contains mature themes and sexual scenes further down the line.

◈ A Forgotten Realm (3.1K words)

◈ City of Splendour (2.0k words) NEW ENTRY! 

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Image taken from the Disney's Art of Atlantis: The Lost Empire workbooks. Characters based upon the My Hero Academia series by Kohei Horikoshi. All written works belong to meatballhead-usagi and are not to be reposted, reuploaded or redistributed to external sites without prior permission!! Reblogs, likes and asks are always welcomed<3

can someone please help me find a fic??? It's a fantasy yandere!bakugou where he's the leader of his tribe and kidnaps Reader. The story comes in multiple parts where Bakugou demands to have more kids with Reader, even adopting some orphans and Reader notices that his sons are also following in his footsteps with stealing their 'mates'. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE help me find it, I have been looking for it but can't find it nor do I remember who wrote it and I just need it in my life lol

thank you!!!!

Name: Veronica Thomas

Age: 17-18

Height: 5'6

Sex:female

Style: bimbo girl. Soft core sometimes. Wears a lot of shit that is classed as "slut"

Skin/culture: White basically just english and a bit of german with a touch of Ireland 🇮🇪

Likes: BOYS, Ryan preach, chearleading, sneaking out, clothes, shopping, <stalking ryan>, having her evil bff debra.

Background: when puberty hit she became a flirt and very beautiful apparently, became popular and now she does cheerleading and having a huge crush on Ryan.

Current living: With her mom and step dad. But her step dad is fucking weird and tried to control her mom. Her dad is out of the picture doesnt even know were he is at.

Dislikes: girls, old men that r perverted, ryans preach's boyfriend.

Please recommend me your favorite barbarian bakugo fic.

it can be of Wattpad, Tumblr, ao3, anything.

I am just really craving barbarian/prince bakugo.

please

A dragon's heart

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: Heavy violence in the last part, throat cutting and gutting of human people, mentions of rape (no visual description!), swearing

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Part 1, Part 2

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People don't dare to speak about them out loud. Afraid that it would manifest them. They would only speak about them only in whispers behind closed doors. Fathers would tell their sons that it's better to flee than to fight. Don't play the hero. You can't win a fight against them, no one can. Mothers tell their daughters about the horrors they commit. You'd rather be dead than be captured by them. The women they don't kill after they're done, don't last more than a week. Y/n heard all the stories growing up. Some are more horrifying than others. Y/n has never lived in one place for too long. Her people have always been wanderers, offering their services and wares to the villages they pass through. So, she's come to hear a great deal of stories in her lifetime.

In the past two years, life has been unfortunate for y/n. The wandering folk have always been victims of bandits waiting on the side of the road. They've found ways to defend themselves but bandit activity has risen in the past years due to the barbarians attacking and raiding places all over the kingdom. Like sharks smelling blood, other low-life criminals start to crawl out of their holes, sensing an opportunity to gain some coin and women for themselves. Y/n's group has been attacked quite a few times over the last two years, decimating their numbers bit by bit. Having lost people, coins and wares, the last winter was harsh. Those, who didn't starve to death, died due to the harsh cold or infection that followed soon after. After that winter, there weren't many left of them and the survivors started to question if their way of life was still liveable in the current condition. Eventually, the group dismembered. Not all at once, but one by one. People found other work or opportunities in the villages they passed through. A better prospect of life. Even y/n's elder brother, her only surviving family member, left this spring and enrolled in the military service of the king. He tried to convince her to come with her and settle down in the capital. But y/n can't imagine such a life. Being used to living in the open, in tents and wagons, she developed a distaste for sleeping in houses made of stone. It gives her nightmares. The thought that the house might crumble and its stones burying her alive, scares her to death.

Eventually, y/n ends up alone. Only her, her tent, and a wagon her parents left behind. She tried keeping up the life of a wanderer until her donkey died of old age and she had no coin to buy a new one. Having no opportunity to continue to pull her wagon, she was forced to settle closeby to a small settlement. Here's the thing. Villagers are usually nice to the wandering folk. They're happy to trade with them and the change of pace and stories they bring with them. However, they are not keen on having them in their life permanently. It's nice to have them around for a couple of days, but it's also good when they move on. Then there are the prejudices. Often people put y/n's kind into the same box as other people without a permanent residence like bandits, homeless people, or moving brothels. So, people weren't too happy when y/n put up her tent close to the village entrance.

You see, most people don't treat y/n unkindly as long as she keeps her distance and has the proper coin when she needs to buy something. They even trust her enough to buy her wares but they're not very inclusive. So y/n does not really find any friends or social connections and she is aware of the demeaning glances and sneers people give her when they think she's not looking. She's trying to save up coins for a new donkey and hopes to find her brother. Maybe convincing him to leave the military. Or at least to find a more inviting place than where she is now.

Today's the celebration of the long day. It's the longest day of the year and the people celebrate the daylight for blessing their fields and fruits. There's a festival in the village with dances, beverages and lots of music. It gives y/n some consolation that the village people are celebrating this day. It's a big festival for her people with different traditions and rituals that are held all day and night. This year y/n tried to do as many of them on her own, but it's just not the same without your family around. So, she's glad she can go into the village and take part in the buzzing celebration. Though 'take part' is probably a bit too much. She probably will buy a cup of fruit wine and watch the hustle and bustle of the villagers. It's not like anybody would want to dance with her. After all, she has no real prospect of marriage around here. Nobody would let their son court and marry a woman like her. Not that y/n is interested in any of the young men she's seen in the village. She finds most of them quite close-minded and not very driven.

Y/n wears a flower crown she's woven today and one of her mother's dresses. It actually might be the one she got married in. She wanders the town square and watches old men toast with full jugs of beer and young couples sneaking around, waiting for the music to start. She gets herself a cup of wine and a sugary piece of cake and settles on the ground next to the bakery stand. Cross-legged, she bites into her cake and takes notice of some middle-aged women looking in her direction and whispering behind raised hands. Y/n shrugs it off as the music starts to play and people start to dance. She watches the commotion and whips her feet to the music. She really would love to dance. At midnight, the villagers dim the lanterns and lit a fire in the middle of the square. Curiously, y/n blends into the mass that gathers around the fire. She bumps into a man her age. She apologizes and gives the man a small smile. The man looks at her in bewilderment and his friend gives her a mean look, pulling the man away from her. Slowly, silence befalls the square and the old storyteller of the village makes his way to the middle of the square, next to the fire. Y/n buzzes with excitement. She loves stories. Before starting his story, the man lets his gaze wander through the people and takes a deep breath.

Far away from here, behind the mountain range we call bear fangs, lays the territory of the dragonblood tribe. These beasts of men managed to tame the greatest monsters known to mankind: the dragons. Over 12 feet high, spewing raging fire, these creatures are nothing more than steel-hard scales and razor-sharp teeth. While normal people, like us, would fear for their lives encountering these monsters, the dragonblood tribe has lived together with them for centuries in what they call harmony. There's no doubt you have to be a special kind of person to survive an encounter with such a monster, let alone live with them. Tall, strong, cunning and unafraid of death. All characteristics the men of the tribe possess. Some say they even mixed their blood with their dragons and gained impenetrable skin and superhuman strength.

A strength that they still use today to bring terror and fear into our lands. However, a few winters ago, a horrible sickness befell the women of the dragonblood tribe. Most of them didn't survive the season. Having lost their women, the dragonblood men lust for female flesh. Flesh that they seek nowadays in our lands.

We've all heard stories. From an aunt or uncle living in other parts of the kingdom, from passing merchants or the wandering folk about them. They do not care for day or night, they attack whenever they feel like it. There's no plan or logic to their attack, just chaos and violence. They burn houses, skin men alive, put children on spikes and do unspeakable, terrible things to our women. We should fear every single one of them but... there's one we should fear the most. Their leader: Bakugou Katsuki. He's the cruelest, strongest, and meanest of them all. He managed to tame the biggest and most dangerous dragon of all kinds: A hellfire dragon. With scales red as blood and fire as hot as a hundred forges, no one can escape this beast. And no one can escape its master either. With an insatiable hunger for coin, gold and women, their leader and his men continue to invade this country and raid its villages and towns. Greedily acquiring riches and kidnapping and taking our women whenever they please. You never know when they strike, but when you see a sliver of burning red in the sky... Take your little siblings, put your old mother on your back and leave farm and home behind, and run as fast as you can. If you're lucky, and cunning yourself, you might just be able to escape the terror of the dragonblood tribe and live another day to tell the story.

As the storyteller finishes his story, the market square lies in eery silence. Nobody dares to even move. Only when the musicians start playing again and the lanterns are lit again, the tension eases and the gathering around the fire dissolves. Y/n gets up from the place she was seated in and rubs her arms. There are goosebumps all over her body. What a creepy story to tell during such delightful festivities, she thinks. She grabs her cup to return it to the vendor. In passing, she hears someone say: "Why on earth would he speak of this? Doesn't he know it's a bad omen to speak it out loud?". She returns her cup and lets her gaze wander over the square once more. Some couples picked up dancing again but it's obvious that the atmosphere has shifted. Y/n notices the man she bumped into earlier watching her from across the square. She gives him a nod and then turns around to leave.

Y/n set up camp not too far away from the village, but far away enough to have some peace and quiet. The wandering folk often set up camp in a forest or closeby a river, living off the land around them. So, y/n has a short walk by foot back to her tent. The moon stays high in the sky, illuminating her surroundings enough for her to comfortably find her way home. Deep in her own thoughts, y/n doesn't notice the dark shadows following her. She's been walking for a while when she finally hears the snickering of male voices behind her. She looks over her shoulder and sees three male silhouettes following her. "Hey, y/n, wait a second!", she hears one of them yell. The voice is familiar. One of the villagers. She stops for a second, a stupid mistake on her part. One of the men jog up to her, the others following closely. "I'm sorry, can I help you with anything?", y/n says calmly. "Actually, there's something huge you could help me with.", the man she bumped into earlier grins. Y/n pretends not to catch on the allusion. "If you need help with something, it's best to work on it tomorrow. Also, we probably should talk to your father first since he handles business in your family.", she states. She hopes the mention of his father will intimidate the guy. "Oh, I think it's best to work on it tonight.", the man answers and his friends snicker behind him. "Sorry, I'm tired. Let's talk about it tomorrow.", y/n tries to advert him once again. "It won't be any work for you at all. You'd just have to lay down. Or stand up, depending on how you like it.", the man says and leans close. "I'd like to go home. Alone.", she tells him and turns to leave. "C'mon don't be like that!", one of his friends grins behind him, as the other one grabs her arm. "You're drunk. You should all go home, too. It's best to sleep it off.", she tells them and pulls on her arm. "Why are you like that? You don't think we're worth your time?", the third one coos. Y/n pulls on her arm again. "I'm sure you're all great and we can talk about everything tomorrow. Right now, however, I'd prefer to go home alone.", she tries again. "Not even for some coin? I heard your kind does everything for a little bit of gold.", the man holding her arms sneers. Not for any gold in the world, y/n would like to say. She knows better than to offend them. It's already a dangerous situation she's in. No need to escalate it further. "C'mon, babe. At least let me feel you up a bit.", the guy says and tries to pull her closer. Y/n decides that she has had enough of this. She balls her fist and swings it right into the man's face. Not expecting the blow, he lets go of her arm and stumbles back. Y/n doesn't waste a second and makes a run for it. Immediately, she leaves the well-known path and darts into the woods. She hopes that the trees give her enough cover to keep out of their sight. She runs in a zigzag, changing her direction multiple times. She hears the man behind her, trying to keep up with her. Unfortunately for her, they are bigger and faster than her and it's hard to shake them off. Eventually, y/n loses them. She climbs up a tree and stays unmoving for a long time. She doesn't hear them anywhere close by and her heart slows down a bit. It's not the first time she had to run away from men with bad intentions. She knows it's not a smart idea to return to her tent immediately. So, she stays up on the tree for most of the night. Her eyes fall close a couple of times but after she almost loses balance one time, she stays awake for the remaining night listening closely into the woods.

Only when the sun starts to rise again and wafts of mist waver over the cold forest ground, y/n climbs down from her spot. Her joints are stiff and she's chilled to the bone. Cautiously, she starts her way back to her tent. Of course, she did not watch where she was going last night and it takes her multiple hours to find her way back. When she arrives at her campsite, chills run down her back. Apparently, these men were not only relentless but also petty. Her entire campsite is destroyed. They absolutely trashed the place and set fire to her tent and wagon. Y/n takes in the sight. She tries to stay calm but her blood is boiling. It's not like she cared much about the possessions. The wandering folk always packed lightly and only what they could carry. It's the disrespect for her. Also, the little things that she did own were necessities. It's still early in the morning, so y/n decides to salvage what she can and take her leave. She knows men like this. When they don't get what they want, they don't rest until they absolutely destroy everything.

Unfortunately for y/n, the devil works fast and these men work faster. She just started piling up things that were still usable when she hears clamoring just a mile away. "Let's go! She must be back by now! No way she leaves her witchcraft stuff behind!", she hears a man yell. Y/n debates for a few seconds whether or not to stand her ground but decides it's better to avoid confrontation. She quickly grabs a small bag and retreats to the forest. However, she doesn't make it far. Only a few meters into the woods, an arrow flies by her head. "There she is! I saw her just beyond the tree line!", she hears a yell behind her. Immediately, y/n breaks into a sprint. She tries to lose them by zigzagging again but the broad daylight makes it easier for them to spot her. Being used to walking all day, y/n has quite the stamina and hopes to tire them out. However, she didn't sleep all night and the men seemed to have prepared for a longer hunt. 'Hunt' is the appropriate term here. They keep shooting arrows at her and seem to track her trails.

The forest no longer looks familiar to y/n as she keeps pushing on. Her heart feels as if it's about to explode. In a bad way. She's sure the men on her tail can hear her heavy breathing from a mile away. She's also sure that they start to catch up to her. She can hear them closer and closer behind her. They are whooping and whistling as if they are making fun of her. So sure that they can catch up to her. Suddenly, an arrow flies close to her face again, cutting her ear. She can feel blood dripping down the side of her face. "Come out, come out, wherever you are! You can't hide forever, you little bitch!", she hears one of them call out behind her. She gathers all her strength and pushes her legs to run even faster than before. Panic sets in and she hears an arrow hit the ground behind her. Trying to look back in order to estimate how far they are behind her, she stumbles over the roots of a tree and falls to the ground. "Over there!", a voice yells closely behind her. She gets up as quickly as she can and a piercing pain jolts through her. She must've torn or broken something in her joint as she fell. She limbs on trying to use the trees for cover. Another arrow hits the bark of the tree right next to her. She pushes herself off the tree, trying to bring more distance between herself and the men hunting her. Suddenly she loses her footing and finds herself sliding down a slope. Thorny bushes cut her legs, arms and face. The impact leaves a ringing tone in her ears. Her entire body hurts now. For a moment, she's tempted to just lay there and accept her fate. But when she hears the howling men above her, she fights to get back onto her feet again. Her bones feel heavy as she staggers on. She can hear some of the men sliding down the slope as well. Suddenly, she smells smoke in the air. Somebody must be close by!, she thinks. This thought cost her a valuable second and suddenly a pointed force to her right shoulder knocks her down again. Next, she feels a soaring pain from the very same place. When she turns her head to her side, in terror she realizes that an arrow is stuck in her shoulder. She can barely lift her arm now. On her hands and knees, she frantically looks for smoke in the air. Y/n fixes her eyes on the dark clouds of smoke rising into the air just a yard or so from her. It's my only chance, y/n decides. These people might be able to help. They can't be worse than the men that are hunting her. Little did she know, it was quite the opposite. Having found new hope, y/n gets back onto her feet. She starts sprinting again. Ignoring the pain in her foot joint, she pushes her body to the limit. Avoiding arrows out of sheer luck, she manages to avoid getting killed. Finally, she stumbles onto the clearing where the smoke was coming from.

Her eyes fall onto the fireplace first, then at the man sitting next to it. The man only wears dark pants and a pair of boots. He's got blonde spiky hair that stands up in different directions. Necklaces of teeth hand from his neck. All things y/n doesn't register in her panic. That and the giant, red dragon sleeping at the other side of the clearing. The man gets up immediately and grabs a sword that laid across his lap just seconds ago. He looks at y/n angrily, ready to yell or behead her or both. However, he does not get a chance to speak. Y/n's body gives out and she falls onto her knees. "I'm begging you!", she yells out, tears streaming down her face. "Please help me! If you have just an inch of good in you, please find the mercy to help me! They are going to kill me!", she continues to yell. The man looks at her in bewilderment. Nearby, the village men yell in her direction. In horror, she pushes herself up once more and stumbles in the direction of the strange man in front of her. She falls straight into his chest, clinging onto his arm. For a moment, the man looks as if he wants to push her back to the ground again but he doesn't get a chance to do so. One of the men hunting y/n stumbles onto the clearing with a knife in his hand. "There you are, you little slut!", he yells. In fear, y/n clings to the man in front of her. Suddenly, the stranger grabs her right arm. Pain shots from the arrow wound into her fingertips. She looks up and sees the stranger look at the wound with narrowed eyes. Another villager reaches the clearing. This one carries a bow and arrow. The stranger quickly makes the connection between the arrow stuck in y/n's shoulder and the arrow in the man's hand.

The stranger yells something non-understandable and pushes y/n to the side who falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The impact sends more pain through y/n body. "Who the fuck are you? That one belongs to us, find your own toy to play with!" the knife man says and raises his weapon. The stranger exclaims something loud and angry. Again y/n can't understand him. He must speak a different language than her. Suddenly a rumble pierces the air. Y/n's head whips around and the dragon rises to his feet. Y/n's mouth hangs open in disbelief. The man with the arrow yelps in surprise and lets go of his arrow sending it flying in an arbitrary direction. The stranger in front of her doesn't waste a second and uses the distraction to cut the knife guy's throat in a swift movement. In horror, y/n watches as blood gushes out of the horizontal wound and the man chokes on his own body fluids. The man with the bow stumbles backward onto his butt. His eyes are still fixated on the dragon to his right. The stranger harshly steps onto the man's foot. The disgusting sound of breaking bones rings through the air. The man yells in pain and throws his head back. The stranger grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his head forward. Angrily, he yells at the villager and when the man only groans in pain, the stranger sticks his sword into his side. The villager lets out a bone-chilling scream. When the villager continues to not answer him, the stranger starts twisting his sword in the wound. The villager throws up on himself and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Y/n can't advert her eyes. She doesn't really comprehend what's happening in front of her. When more yelling is heard at the edge of the clearing, the stranger pulls his sword diagonally through the man's abdomen, creating a wound that makes squishy red things fall out of the man's body. Y/n feels like throwing up. The stranger drops the twitching man and makes its way to the edge of the clearing. What happens next is not registered by y/n who can't help but stare at the gutted man in front of her who keeps twitching until the light has left his eyes. She doesn't hear the screams of terror and death from the other side of the clearing. She doesn't even see the giant beast watching her every move.

Only when the stranger returns with blood dripping down his sword and chest, y/n's consciousness finds its way back into her body. The stranger looks as angry as he has since she entered his clearing. He sounds angry too. He's saying something to her. Looking at it backward, y/n is sure that she wouldn't have been able to understand him even if he spoke her language at this very moment. Only when he stomps closer to her with a raised sword, y/n springs to action and pushes herself backward with one leg, still sitting on the ground. This is it, she thinks, I'm going to die. The man grabs her uninjured shoulder and shakes her. She stares up at him with wide eyes. Suddenly, her vision starts spinning and her hearing starts to fade. Before she understands what is happening, her world fades to black.

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Blood and Fire Masterlist

Story: Kirishima and Bakugou embody fire, flames and destruction. Their path of carnage and love for their beautiful culture is evident. Yet, who could have thought a human could be soulmates to people like them.

A fantasy and soulmate AU story about the chief of dragons Kirishima Eijiro and a chief of barbarians, Bakugou Katsuki, find their missing soulmate, a human. But they make some mistakes in loving them.

This is where all the Tumblr chapters that are posted are. On AO3 all chapters are posted there first.

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[ Chapter 4 ]

Could I request a fantasy Au! with barbarian bakugou & dragon kirishima with a village girl darling. After one of their village friends dares them to go into the cave where they live, and so happens to wake dragon kirishima & trying to flee away from him but ends up getting injured.

YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER X DRGAON KIRISHIMA

HAPPY UPDATE DAY MY LOVELY LITTLE READERS!

“Cmon y/n… it’ll be fun I promise. Just in and out, and if you can do it we’ll all do your chores for the rest of the month” the older blonde haired boy pleaded, feigning friendship with you. Kaminari and his goons were quite known around the village as the rich assholes who knew they could do anything they wanted. You just happened to be the only one younger than them in this stupid village, so naturally you were a target.

They had been… teasing you recently. About your unease of the cave only a few miles out from town. You lived in a heavily forested area, with trees stretching for miles, and there were many… rumors. Or myths. Or even fairy tails if that’s what you wanted to call it. Of fairy’s who pranced about during the night feeding on lost souls, of half human half horse being who would stomp you into oblivion, of mermaids who lure you into the waters and never let you leave. Those stories you could handle. But there was always one… the tale of the two dragons, it was quite common in your town that the parents would tell the story to their young children in order to keep them from going into the woods alone.

It said that two dragons live in that cave, searching for lost children, and when they find those children, they eat them.

Yes, not the most complex story, however there was just something about that cave, all the older kids regularly visited it, vandalizing tne stone caverns. It was technically against the kings rule to do such a thing, but nobody was brave enough to go there and check. You never did, not once did you go when kaminari invited you, he had such a knack for finding ways to make you uncomfortable.

When you kept denying his invitations, he finally caught on. You. We’re. Scared. And boy did it get a rise out of him, it was like he had never heard anything funnier.

“Y-you’re scared of a cave because of that stupid horror story your parents told you when you were little? Jesus give me a break” he would say between cackles. Then, he would go silent, and then things got real bad.

All of a sudden it was like Every waking hour of his was like it was his goal in life to get you into that cave, he would knock on your door at 5 am to ask you, then pester you all day, only to wake you up at 12 at night to ask you again. And kept you awake until you gave him a maybe.it made you want to gouge your eyes out at how well he was getting under your skin, you weren’t sleeping so you didn’t have the energy to go do all the tasks you had in the farm, meaning you didn’t get paid as much as usual, meaning you couldn’t eat everyday.

It had been weeks since he started this, and now it was beginning to break you down, you were stuck thin and tired all the time. Meanwhile he stayed plump and healthy, having nothing better to do than to bully a poor girl must be a luxury of being rich. And so, reluctantly, after weeks of pure torture. You said yes.

“Fine. I’ll go into your stupid cave, but only for a minute. I’m not staying a while.” You mumbled out, tears starting to form at the edges of your eyes. You didn’t want to say yes, but you were just so tired.

“Okay! Let’s go.” He spoke chirpily. Skipping off into the woods with your Raggy sleeve in his hand. As you got closer and closer it was like all of the trees were waning away from you, screaming at you to get out and run far away, to never come back.

“N-now? But I have to work-“ you sputtered out, struggling to keep in line with the tall boy, your forehead was glistening in the sun with sweat now, your eyes were wide, your hands wee clammy, it was just oh so obvious that you were uneased.

“Work can wait, it’s not like you’re accomplishing anything anyway. Only for a minute. We’re almost there!” He continued cheering happily, you hated him, you hated him for exploiting you like this, you hated that he was forcing you into a place you would rather die than go into. You hated this.

But you could do very little to fight back against the older boy, now that you said yes you highly doubted he would let you turn back on your decision. So you kept your mouth shut, and tried to press the bile stuck in your throat down, along with your anxiety. It didn’t take very long to arrive at the cavern, it was just an obsidian blue opening in one of the taller hills of the forest, sorrounded by trees. There were little glistening crystals jabbing out front he opening. You knew they hadn’t been mined because everybody was far too fearful to go near the place. It was a warning in itself.

Denki shoved you forward with a harsh push to your back, you winced and looked back at him, trying to plead with your eyes that you were scared, that you didn’t want to do this. To no avail of course, as he just sent one of those condescending smiles of his, and gave you another shove.

“It’ll be so quick, I’ll count sixty seconds and then call for you. Just in and out y/n. Don’t you dare come out early” he hissed at you, and shoved you for the third time today. And so you went tumbling into the cave without anything, no flashlight, thin clothing( which did nothing against the cool breeze wafting around the cave), no weapon. No food. If you weren’t scared up there staring into the cave, staring into the belly of the beast, you definitely were now.

You counted the seconds, and wandered further, searching for a wall to press yourself against in order to feel safe. But found nothing, by the time you’d come to a slow you’d only reached thirty seconds, and also realized you had gotton lost in the dark. It was pitch black here, you couldn’t even see your hands in front of you, let alone the sorroundings, before it was too late you stopped paying attention to which direction your steps were in, and now you didn’t know where you were.

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Now you were panicking, you couldn’t feel anything, or see anything around you, and you sure as hell didn’t know wether you were going further in or out of the cave. Your heart started racing, and now those tears that had threatened to spill earlier were beginning to slip out of those e/c eyes of yours onto your face. Panic seeped into your system, and you realized.

Denki would just leave you here if you didn’t come out when he yelled for you. He wouldn’t care if you were ok, he wouldn’t give a damn. He would leave you here alone in the dark.

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All of a sudden you felt something behind you, perhaps you’d walked far enough to find some kind of wall to quite you out of here, or at least to provide you some comfort. But also, this felt wrong, like it wasn’t something that belonged to the cave…

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And like that, you felt a shove in your back that pushed you forward, your foot caught in a jagged rock in the ground so you toppled. But instead of meeting a harsh rocky ground, instead of breaking half of the bones in your body, you began to plummet straight down. You didn’t know what could’ve been worse.

The screams that left your mouth were quiet and breathleSs, too clouded by sheer terror to be very loud. Your hands found your head and your clutched your ears, trying not to panic too hard. It was all to fast, and then you hit the ground, and everything was so slow.

You screamed out in agony as you fell almost 90 feet onto a sharp crystal-like stone, which pierced through your leg. The sobs that left you were ugly and snotty, but you had never felt pain like this before. You were gonna die at the bottom of this cave, and no one was going to know you were even here.

“KAMINARI PLEASE. PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME HERE IM HURT. ILL DIE” you screamed out, but no one answered. You just sat there sobbing for over five minutes, too hyper fixated on the pain to care about anything else. Then you heard the voices coming from above, but your mind was beginning to go blurry, you couldn’t see how much blood you had already lost, but you felt empty now so it had to be a lot. You couldn’t make out most of the conversation.

“P-please sir- I did what you asked, I led her here and put her in your nest- please let me go” you were able to recognize the pleading voice as kaminaris, he seemed… scared? Of who? There was somebody else he was talking to. Nest?

“What I asked was for you to give her to me, now she is hurt because you weren’t fucking careful. Not only were you over three weeks late on getting her here, you also caused her pain. Is that what I fuckung asked you to do, boy?” A man’s voice spoke in, it was so tough that it sounded like the man had been eating sandpaper his entire life, but it was also very crisp, very harsh. He was angry. VeryObviously.

Your consciousness began to loop in and out, but after that, all you could hear were screams, and the occasional pleading. You heard a crunch once. This only fed into your fear, and now you found yourself frantically trying to un-impale yourself from the crystal, but it just wasn’t budging. Then, all the noise stopped, which was alarming in its own. Then, you felt a sliver of some kind of tail slide past your leg, then again on the back of your neck, and then. To your utmost terror, something- or someone swooped you off of your feet, and begin to hold you above the ground.

Then you fainted

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You woke up in the same cave, with a piercing headache, your body felt like ice and burning fire at the same time. It was agonizing. The cave was the same, but now there was some form of light shining about, which showcased how this place looked less alike a cave and more like a den. There was faint bickering in the background, but you couldn’t turn to look at whoever two men were talking, your body was frozen in its spot.

Around along the cave walls there were furs of animals hanging off of ropes tied to what you thought was a ceiling , a few blankets that looked too new to be used by the inhabitants of this cave, along with a few pillows. And the jewels, there were jewels everywhere, billions of dollars worth of diamonds and rubys and sad fires. While the cave was beautiful, it was also terrifying, there was no ladder out, and there were sharp weapons everywhere. They weren’t the spears and swords of your people either, these were crafted out of wood, but looked sharper than a diamond.

Then you became aware of the same voice from earlier, softer now, less angry, talking to somebody else.

“He is gone now, no need to fuss darling. She will wake soon, and we will nurse the little one back to health. Poor girl. Already running a fever” you felt a little bit of heat over your body for a split second, and something was making a blowing noise, but then it stopped suddenly, and the sound of a slap rang out.

“We have to be gentle remember? Humans are such fragile creatures, especially children, they might just snap if you push them even a little too hard. Our little one will be safe with us. “ with those words you could move your hands, and then you could scrunch your nose, and then your mouth. They must’ve drugged you to make you soft because most of your body was numb. You began trying to see if you could move at all, but the fluffy blankets under you made it hard to sit up.

Almost immediately a man with blond spiky hair was looming over you, he moved so fast you hadn’t seen him, he tucked his arms under you and lifted you up with such ease that it didn’t seem human. In fact, he didn’t seem human at all, his eyes golden and seemingly glowing, his body too strong. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but there were leather straps strapped around his chest, along with some fur pants with jangly beads hanging down front he belt. You hadn’t realized you were screaming until he began to hush you.

“It’s okay. It’s alright, your body will feel like this for a short while, I had to give you a little something to make you calm down or you might’ve killed yourself. I did it to help you alright?”it was so hard for you to get out an answer to that without pain, so you just closed your eyes and rested… only to open them again and see the stranger staring at your face. He knew you were awake clearly. But it was almost like he didn’t know what to do with you.

Hot breath behind you found it’s way into your senses again, which naturally alarmed you. You had though it was just you and this.. man? Creature? In here. So you tried to get to see whatever it was. And when you did, you began sobbing once more, and shrill screaming was heard throughout the den.

A thing. No, a dragon was just standing there staring at you, probably thinking about how it wanted to eat you, it’s bright red skin and glowing yellow eyes pierced into your soul as you stared and stared and stared. And the more you did, the more terrifying it got.

“No no no no no- kiri- go hide for now you are scaring her. it’s alright baby, it’s alright. He won’t hurt you, i swear.” Cooed the man as he covered your eyes and pressed you into his bare chest. His warmth was such a contrast to the stark cold in this cave, you could tell something was unusual about him, like this was demonstrating some sort of special behavior. This man just seemed so harsh with kaminari , but his voice turned soft with you, completely different from when he was with denki .

Of course, this still didn’t help you calm down, in fact it just made you more fearful. It made you realize the weight of the situation, kaminari was likely dead and he’s the only one who knew you were here, and you were with one inhuman man, and either a dragon or one really terrifying lizard.

The tears ran freely from your eyes as you stared ag this man, he just hushed you and pulled you closer, tucking your head into the knook of his shoulder and slightly bouncing you. His grip was just so strong, and you were too weak form the blood loss, the starvation, and whatever drug he had given you to try and fight back right now.

The barbarian royalty hadn’t expected you to come today, he’s only seen you from afar before when you were slightly smaller, running through the forests, you had sensed him staring at you, and ran the other way.

You were just so small. So tiny. Many of the humans around avoided the cave, and the town nearby wasn’t exactly known for baring many children, he hadn’t seen one as young as you in over 15 years. And god did it awaken something in him, and something in his dragon too.

They used to care for children when they were younger, children who showed clear signs of mistreatment, children who got too curious and wandered into their nest. But then the village caught on to why so many young ones began to go missing. And they tried to kill the “beasts” in this cave. Of course they failed, and of course they all died. The tale that pursued was nothing but a childrens fairytale to frighten the little ones from wandering. And the two inhabitants were forgotten.

And this town, this town has become cursed, after you, the young ones stopped coming, no children could be had, so there were no children to care for. Which is why you were so special. Oh gods you smelled so fresh, so pure, and he could tell that boy that was nothing but a pile of blood and bones had been doing something to you, you smelled of sadness, of exhaustion.

He would nurse you back into too shape though.

He would take care of you, along with his partner.

He would make you a big soft nest where you could go when you got overwhelmed, when you got scared.

He would care for you

Oh god how happy will his tribe be when they found out he had found his child

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Hello.

My very sparse updating schedule is because I’m lazy and lack the energy to write :P

I have a good moonknight work on the way though!

Thank you so much for all the concern about my well-being! Im not dead and I am (almost) fully mentally stable:)

And if anybody wants some kind of mafia au fic please request now!

I love y’all! Bye bye!

Another Barbarian Bakugo... [part 1?]

Not exactly a reverse because Bakugo is a Barbarian too. Barbarian Bakugo x Dragonrider reader. Dragonshifter Kirishima. Enjoy !

The Bakugo clan is a powerful one. It rules over most clans and tribes in the East. They are known for their firmness. The queen and king, Mitsuki and Masaru are respected and feared by others tribes. Their army is the biggest in the East. Mitsuki wrath is something bard wrote about and sang to keep other from bothering.

They strived thanks to the numerous pillages the Prince Katsuki Bakugo do. He's knowed to be one of the best warrior on the continent. His friends group was a scary bunch of warriors. They were vicious, skilled in their discipline, they respected their leader and in exchange he didn't hesitate to put his life in their hands.

The Bakugo clan worked with a strict moral code and hierarchy. You respect the veterans, you don't kill the children, what's not yours can be taken, if taken then it's yours.

However, the clan feared their golden age came to an end. In the North, the King Enji Todoroki was restless. He linked his bloodline to witches captured in the West, giving his people godslike abilities.

The battles were nightmarish. Katsuki lost half of his soldiers and almost die twice. The war was expensive in golds and people.

The Queen Mitsuki have to find a solution. Bowing to Enji was out of the equation. She rather kill all her family than submit to this arrogant ostrich.

She glared at the map where the Phoenix of the Todoroki family stood proudly in the North. It was slowly nibbling at the East territory.

Her advisors were throwing hypothesis on how to force the North King to commit an error. All ideas were shut by the Prince Bakugo while he was getting healed by a servant.

"The ostrich is too fucking smart to confront us directly! They have boats! He's gonna circle us by the sea and trapped us like idiotic bunnies!"

"We don't have boat, no tribe as ever rode the sea in our history." lamented an advisor.

"Then I'll be the first!" Snarled Bakugo.

"Don't say things like that, it makes you look even stupider." Glared his mother.

While the Prince kept shouting he could defeat Enji, the Queen looked at the river Jaham. It begun in their territory and descended straight South. She blinked.

"I need someone to take a message to the L/N Realm."

"Your friendship with them was a long time ago my Queen, they may not respond to your call..."

"They will. For I have a proposition they can't say no."

The L/N Realm, what a mysterious country. The South was a dense tropical forest. The high mountains made the traveling hard. The forest was dangerous even for the one who know their way. The rains were heavy and brutal, storms shook the ground like drums.

Some says this land was mystic. Witches whispered that rocks and earth had their own voice. Some says nobody lived there or that the land was a graveyard for past civilisations. The wise just smiled, conscious of the secret kept by the land and the people.

Mitsuki waited. She waited a response to her message with apprehension. Nobody but her husband knew what deal she made with the Southerns. The Prince didn't care, he was busy repelling the attacks from the North.

And one morning, a watcher run to the Queen telling that a group was riding from the South toward them.

Arrived to the Bakugo's Capital five people on horses' back. One of them was you, Y/N L/N futur sovereign of the L/N Realm. In front of the throne, you bowed respectfully.

"Royals Bakugo, I came from the Mishae plains, far in the South. The Royals of my country received your missive, we are here to help your people to fight the King of the North. We remember our common past and we will fight with you until there is no more ash for the Phoenix to come back."

Mitsuki smiled, pleased. She glanced at Masaru, expressing just a second all the relief she felt.

Katsuki, on her left, eyed the men around L/N. Tan skin, battle scars, tribal tattoos that make him remember old tales he heard when he was young. But one of them was different from the others.

He was tall like a coloss, all in muscles, red hair and pointy teeth. He standed behind you, eyes far away, like he was perceiving things from somewhere else.

"We are honored for your arrival, Heir L/N. Can I know how much warriors are we waiting?"

"You won't be needing more than us five, your Hightness."

Everybody was waiting for the fall of the pun but only silence was met. Mitsuki's eyelid jump, tensing her youthful face.

"How that? "

"My people possessed forces that can easily compete with Todoroki's magic."

"What forces?"

You didn't respond straight away.

"You'll need to wait the next battle to watch."

"Is it magic?"

Murmurs broke in the room. Panic whispers or disdain shoots.

You grimaced. A growled was emitted from somewhere shutting everybody in the room.

Before anybody could ask about the animal sound you responded. "We don't really like this word, for us magic is a force extorior that a human called. What I talk about is something from the inside of us. But I guess you can call it some form of magic."

The Queen tapped her fingers on the armrest of her throne, her face was stern.

"I don't really trust... magic, whatever form yours take. If your part of the deal is not kept I won't kept mine."

Your gaze slowly turned to the Prince. Your eyes roamed on his form making him tense.

"Of course" you said turning back to the Queen.

"You are guests to my court." She declared with a strong voice. "Your quarters will be ready for you and your men."

A week passed until Todoroki's naval force strike. Until then, you took your time to visit the capital. It was surreal how much goods this country had.

Your land was less prosperous, difficult to grow vegetables in the mountains with the capricious weather. But you knew riches are not only counted in golds. Your people where better artisans, they had to when they built the same house for the nth time.

Through your inspection you were more and more sure you took the right decision.

"What's that?" asked Kirishima.

"Orange, you wanna try it?"

You paid the fruit and gave it to your best friend. His sharp teeth pierced the fruit and let the juice pour on his shin. He growled of content from the taste like a child, making you laugh.

"Why is the food so good here? I promise Y/N, I'm not sure I will want to leave after."

"If everything goes to plan, we won't be gone for long. And you will be able to fill your big belly until it explodes."

He offered you a grin, all fangs out. You kept walking along the street.

"For how much time do we need pretend we don't know he is following us?" Asked Kirishima again.

It was Katsuki Bakugo who was following you. You had said that five men could defeat Enji while so much of his men perished. It was insulting, he was furious about it. When he demended explanations from his parents he was shooed out. WHO THE LIVING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE??? Fooling him like that. You couldn't be better than him.

For your week there he observed you. You were either strolling the city or eating your heart out. The coloss, he learned was named Kirishima Eijiro, always followed you. You didn't look that strong. He sure could defeat you.

That's what he intended one afternoon, while you were in the gardens, he challenged you.

You gazed at him again, roaming your eyes on every crook of his body. He didn't know if you were admiring him or looking for his weak spots, were he was already injured.

You smiled, pleased apparently by his demand. "You are exactly like they told me, I accept your challenge."

He threw you a sword and begin to attack. The match went on for an hour. It ended with him on the ground, both swords on his throat. He blinked, world shattered before his eyes.

He rejected your hand when you gave him yours to stand. He stomped to the castle, wounded in his ego.

It was the first time you destroyed his world and how he thought it worked.

The second time was when Enji attacks. Mitsuki called you on the sea borders, thirty ships gliding toward the capital.

"I'll take care of it." you said, firmely.

You walked to the beach below, Kirishima following you. You watched the man you saw as your brother sinking in the sea.

Everybody waited with shaking heart, for you to do something. You did not.

It was the red head, who disappeared and left for a gigantic red scaled dragon. You climb on his back and flew towards the boats. You and the dragon burned down the fleet in a few minutes. Blood, flames and corpses decorated the sea. Screams slowly died.

You landed and Kirishima reappeared. Bakugo was shaking. His body sweating profusely. You stopped in front to them and decided to destroy his world again, for the third time.

"I guess our deal still stand, your Highness."

"It does Heir L/N. We will begin the wedding preparations, as promised."

"What? A wedding?" repeated Katsuki. "Why are we preparing a wedding?"

To this, you smiled darkly.

"Our wedding, dear bethroted."

You grounded your eyes in his, paralyzing his body. Him? Getting fucking married? To you?

"I'll be back in a month. And when I do, I'll put the Phoenix's crown on your head."

Kirishima laughed in the back. Katsuki felt too much. He felt trapped. He felt scarred. He felt stupid. You were covered in ashes, smiling knowing he couldn't say no.

At the beginning, he thought you were a opportunist liar. But you were very thoughtful, you calculated everything in that little head of yours, you had plans. And you were not a liar, because you were fucking determined to put this damn crown on his head like you promised.

He felt something else, burning down, but he rather drown himself than acknowledge it.

Part 2?

Yours and Mine (Prologue)

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo X Reader (Gender Neutral)

Summary: As the second born heir of Karessi, you didn't expect to be married off to the Barbarian Prince

AU: Royal/Fantasy AU - All characters are royalty and have some form of magic ability

Wordcount: ~1490

Warnings: Mentions of war, arranged marriage

Series taglist: @deepressed @bakugoiidaswaifu - if you wish to be added to or removed from the taglist please just ask

Notes: Inspired by this post; New series? Yes

Last edited: 12nd July 2023

Series Masterlist - Prologue - Part 1 - On hold until further notice

The Great Karessi was a land of many wonders. Wonders one would not believe unless they were to see it with their own eyes.

The Barbarian Prince, Katsuki Bakugo, found himself walking amongst these wonders. The pearlescent sands of the beach where he had first landed, the fields of lupine flowers with petals made of crystal, and the earth that was soft like a feather pillow.

But the most impressive were the mountains. Mountains that stretched up to the clouds, surrounded by forests of impossibly tall trees. Waterfalls fell from nowhere, cascading down the mountains as though it was falling from the heavens. Nestled within the mountains was a palace that shone like gold. It touched the highest point of the sky, and yet it was almost entirely hidden by the peaks that surrounded it.

The prince would have scoffed if he wasn’t so taken aback by the land’s beauty. The soldiers that trailed behind him seemed to be as well. Katsuki continued forwards regardless, shaking his head to rid it of the effects Karessi had on him. This was supposed to be war.

He led his warriors into the dense forests, the soft grass under their boots curling up the moment they touched it. Little sunlight could reach them as they trekked deeper through the trees, and fireflies flitted around them in a dance of warning.

A warcry from the forest’s darkness called, and that is how it began.

┄⫸┄⫷┄

The air was calm and the last of the sun shone through your open windows, calling you outside. You quickly gave in to its request, putting down your book and wrapping yourself in a light robe before you stepped out onto your balcony.

You looked out, over the buildings and bustling city towards the lowering evening sun. Not quite a sunset yet though. You felt the warmth on your face, and you closed your eyes to take it all in.

A knock sounded from your door, breaking you away from your temporary state of bliss.

“Come in,” you called, and you were greeted by your sister, wearing her battle armour.

“I thought you were supposed to be studying?” she questioned from the doorway with a smile on her face.

“I was, I’m simply taking a break,” you replied, reluctantly leaving the balcony and returning into your room.

“Regardless, the Queen wishes to speak with you,” she told you, and you nodded in response. You quickly changed into clothes that were more formal and strode down the halls of the palace with purpose. This was something important, your sister wouldn’t have called your mother the Queen if it wasn’t.

You opened the double doors to the library and silently closed them behind you. You turned to see your mother sitting in a plush chair at the far end of the room with an old leather-bound book in her hands. Bookshelves lined every wall up to the high ceiling, and you admired the library’s beauty as you walked up to your mother.

She looked up from her book upon hearing your quiet footsteps, and a smile appeared on her face when she saw you.

“(y/n), how are you?” she asked as she closed the book and placed it on a small table next to the chair. She stood up and brought you into a gentle embrace.

“I’m well, thank you mother,” you replied, smiling back at her.

She pulled a second chair closer to hers and then motioned for you to sit down on it. You did so carefully as you watched the atmosphere change around her. She became serious, and focused - this was the Queen of Karessi.

“Now, there is a highly important matter we must discuss,” she stated as she sat down across from you, “As you are more than aware, the people of Karessi have been at odds with the Barbarians for centuries now,”

You frowned at this information. Of course you knew, but why would your mother tell you in particular?

“And due to… recent events, we cannot allow this to evolve into war” the Queen continued. You knew exactly what she was talking about. 

Only a few days ago, a fight against the Barbarians on Karessi soil had ended. The fighting had lasted a week and ended as suddenly as it had begun. Only a few of either side had been injured, and even fewer had died. But it was enough to bring to light the real threat of war from the Barbarians.

“I understand. What is it you wish for me to do?” you asked. As the Karessi peoples’ greatest warrior, you suspected that your mother was expecting a war.

“King Masaru wrote to me with a proposal…” your mother explained with the slightest hesitation in her voice, and it worried you.

“You are to be wed to the Barbarian Prince,” she said, with an air of certainty.

Your mind froze, and silence rang through your head. You - the second born of the Karessi Queen, the greatest warrior of the Karessi people, the most stubborn of all the royals and the only royal that did not wish to marry.

“What?” You asked, though it wasn’t really a question. Your mother’s expression softened ever so slightly.

“My dear, we need peace between Karessi and the Barbarians  - they need to see that we do not hold hatred in our hearts.” She explained, but you didn’t at all understand.

“I hold hatred in my heart, mother,” you stated, standing up, “I would much rather die a dishonourable death than become the political possession of some entitled Barbarian,”

Your mother sighed and stood up, bringing you into an embrace.

“I understand this is difficult, however it must be done. We cannot afford a war,” she told you softly. You fought back the anger with all the strength you had. 

“Fine. What do you have arranged?” you reluctantly asked.

The Queen released you from the hug and returned to her seat.

“You should begin packing your belongings. I will sail to the Barbarian lands with you the week after next, and you will stay with the Bakugos until your wedding.”

“Thank you for understanding, (y/n),” she said as she let a small smile creep onto her face.

“May your wish be forged in obsidian,” you spoke the old expression of loyalty and left the room calmly, sighing once the door had closed behind you.

Your hands balled into fists, and you felt the need to yell at someone. You began to walk down the halls and back to your room, but someone grabbed your arm before you could move even two steps.

You spun around ready to kill, but froze upon seeing your sister.

“Were you listening in?” you asked, your anger still clouding your thoughts.

“Whatever you’re planning, don’t do it,” she whispered, ignoring your question, “I know you, (y/n). You might have fooled mother with your compliance, but you won’t fool me,”

You knew she was right, in the back of your mind you wanted the war far more than you wanted to be married off.

“What if I just declare war?” you asked quietly, trying to calm down.

Your sister only shook her head, “That's not the way you should go about this.”

“Why not?” You asked a little more aggressively than you would have liked.

“The Barbarians are strong, even equal to our own warriors. A war between us would last decades, with resources dwindling and lives being lost unnecessarily. Putting our people through that would just be cruelty,” she explained, “Something must be done, and this is the only peaceful way.”

While you were a warrior, she was a far better politician and battle strategist. And you hated how she was always right.

“I won’t go through with this, I will not just give myself up to a loveless political marriage!” you stated, your voice rising just above a whisper.

“There must be something you can do?” you asked as you sighed.

“I’m not yet Queen, I do not have that power” your sister whispered and you felt anger build up within you again.

“The Barbarian Prince was who invaded us and started this all to begin with…” you mumbled.

“I never said I wanted this. I am only going along with this because it is what’s best for our people” she explained.

You let out another sigh to calm yourself down and let it sink in. Perhaps you just had to quiet down and accept it. You began walking to your room once more, but your sister called your name before you could get too far.

“(y/n),” she called, and you turned to look back at her, “if you still do not want this marriage when the wedding arrives, tell me. I will bring my warriors with me and we will take down the Barbarians from the inside,”

You looked at her for a moment, silence surrounding the two of you.

“That sounds like a much better plan.”

Bakugou x Reader Fanfic Recs!

> • 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

Title: “ I Didnt Mean It ” by xoxo-teddybear

Genre/Warnings: heavy angst, cursing, and no happy ending, death.

Fem!Reader

Summary: It was too early for this. All the yelling, the fighting, the screaming. You didn’t give in but for some reason Bakugou just couldn’t let it go. Words get said and hearts die.

Title: “ Deception ” by duskamethyst on Tumblr

Genre/Warnings: smut, nsfw, quirkless au, daddy kink, degradation, edging, age gap, implied cheating, reader is a little delusional.

Fem!Reader

Summary: Where you fall in love with your own sugar daddy and you finally confess to him.

Title: “ A Favour ” by myherokatsuki on Tumblr

Warnings: smut, nsfw, and unprotected sex.

Fem!Reader

Summary: To avoid being pestered by his mother about his practically non-existent love life, Bakugou asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a weekend trip to his parents’.  But what happens when you both harbour long buried feelings for each other?

Title: “ Kiss & Tell ” - by Ivoryseia on Wattpad

Genre/Warnings: smut, nsfw and angst.

Fem!Reader

Summary: You were so excited for the class 1-A reunion, and even happier to see your crush. But its always one step forward and two steps back when you realise his girlfriend really is a sight for sore eyes. But something is off, whatever could it be?

“ Tutor!Katsuki hcs ” by rinslova on Tumblr

Genre: fluff to smut

Fem!Reader

Title: “ Pup Free ” by plainbrunettelbl on Tumblr

Genre/Warnings: OMEGAVERSE AU (A) Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Reader, sfw & fluff.

Gn!Reader

Summary: You want a dog but Suki says no.

Title: “ A Freak in a Sheet ” by overwhore-s on Tumblr

▶Part 1

Genre/Warnings: sfw, Gn!Reader, Ghost!Bakugou x Reader

▶Part 2

Genre/Warnings: nsfw, smut , Gn!Reader, Ghost!Bakugou x Reader

Title: “ Heartthrob ” by playboism on Tumblr

Genre/Warnings: virgin! katsuki bakugo x fem! reader. katsu and reader are in uni, experienced reader, creampie, mentions of weed, katsu and reader have history, aftercare. very fluffy smut!

Summary: you share a few classes with katsuki and he always seems to be flirting with girls, leading them on, and then moving onto the next.

Title: “ No Title ” by adoringmha on Tumblr

Genre: smut, nsfw

Fem!Reader

Summary: Bakugo is the type to actually get mad when you don't kiss him back while he's fucking you.

Title: “ No More Regrets ” by the-coffee-is-on-fire on Tumblr

Genres/Warnings. fluff, swearing, aged-up slightly, intense first kisses, their hormonal teenagers your honor, angst (depends on you if you think angst but just a lil)

Summary: Where the class of 3-A go on a beach trip before graduation, and secrets are revealed when you happen upon a sleepy blonde that you decide will be the perfect person to burden with you’re late night reminiscing. If he doesn’t blow you up first that is.

A Forgotten Realm (Barbarian! Bakugo x Reader)

You have been an archaeologist for years now but ushered into the darkest and forgotten corners of the museum. Your chosen specialty was in the once renowned City of Musutafu - which unfortunately for you has been seen as a farce, bordering on the make-believe and whimsical in high society. But you know the forgotten empire that was Musutafu was real, it just had to be with all the fragmented evidence found over the years, but several journals discredited its authenticity and cited that there was no conclusive evidence that Musutafu was anything more than myths and storytelling from much greater (and more realistic) societies. You never regarded these setbacks, even when they landed you in the basement of said museum, cataloguing donations and doing the linguistic legwork your superiors were far ‘too busy’ to do themselves. But when a strange journal turned up on your doorstep, outlining the archaeological find of the century, you embarked on the expedition of a lifetime. To bring back something to show that Musutafu really did exist. But you didn't expect to actually find a forgotten world, thriving and hidden. Nor the crimson-eyed prince who ruled there.

TAGS: barbarian!katsuki bakugo x female reader, slowburn, reader is an archaeologist, archaeology themes, all characters are above 18, kidnapping you from your camp.  Word Count: 3.1k 

Usually when people ask you what you do for work, you hesitate. You usually politely answer with anything other than what you really do. You say instead a scholar, or a linguist, that you work in the cataloguing department for the museum. You don’t say you’re an archaeologist for the pure fact that many of those around you have a completely different idea to what you do, than what the reality of it is. People imagine that you embark on adventures to unearth riches, march your way through jungle and over mountaintop to reach the forbidden mysteries withheld there, that you travel across the horizon to discover what may lay there.

You don’t. You, despite your brilliance and intellect, have found yourself holed away in the museum’s basement for years now. Going over dusty tomes and relics, cataloguing them for storage and rotating which artifacts are in the displays – all important jobs of course – but not quite where you imagined yourself either. You’re not entirely sure just how you ended up here, or why your work wasn’t taken as serious as your colleagues, but there you are. At your desk, alone, late into the evening as you dust through ancient Mesopotamian artifacts and package them for storage. “Don’t you ever go home?” A voice calls out from nearby, and soft footsteps cause you to look up from your work. You hum in response as a purple-haired man walks from his desk to yours – a tired look in his eyes as he examines the latest thing to have captured your attention. “Mh, of course not. Not when there is work to be done still Shinso,” you offer him a polite smile, “I won’t be much longer. Just have to pack these away.” You quickly begin to put your tools away and return the artefact to its bed of hay and secure box. “You work too hard, y’know. Don’t be too late.” Shinso gives you a soft nod before he yawns and cranes his head over towards the door. “Remember to lock up when you leave.” “I will, thank you.” You smile at him again and heave the box up into your arms, delicately holding it as if it were going to shatter with the slightest mistouch. “Get home safe, I’ll see you in the morning.” Shinso gives a satisfied nod as his eyes travel over your form curiously but he hesitates to move for a moment. He lingers as if he wants to continue the conversation before turning to leave. “See you in the morning, Y/N.” He calls back and throws his hand up in a casual wave as he turns to look at you over his shoulder. You wave back and almost lose your grip on the box in your arms quickly returning both arms to the box to hold it correctly before turning on your heel to put it in its designated storage spot. This definitely isn’t where you had imagined yourself when you decided to pursue this field of work, but it pays the bills and keeps you warm, fed and a roof over your head.  The mind numbing commute from work left you dead tired, and the trek up the four flights of stairs to your humble (albeit tiny) city apartment reminded you of the hours already spent on your feet. You’re practically collapsing as you open the door. The hinges were rusted and old as you threw your body weight against it several times to encourage the damned thing open. It relented. You kick your shoes off and hang your coat before your foot nudged against something. Something hard. Reaching down to pick up the strange parcel that had been somehow rustled through the mail slot, you cautiously examine the address of the sender. “No sender… Where did you come from?” You murmur and flip the parcel over to tear through the beige paper. “Down the chimney, of course.” That wasn’t your voice. You didn’t say those words. Who said those words? A lamp light clicked on and illuminated the silhouette of a young man. A mess of yellow blonde hair, with two longer face framing pieces were the first thing that caught your eye followed only by the smirk plastered against lips. He looked almost bird-like, but charming all the same.  “Wh-Who are you?” You demanded, mustering up your best attempt at bravery.It earned a modest smile from the avian intruder.  “My name is Takami. Keigo Takami, but you’re welcome to call me Hawks.” He rose from the seat he was in and adjusted the cuffs of his red jacket,seeming to take a nonchalant approach as to not intimidate you. Not yet, anyway. “I’m here on behalf of my employer. He believes that you may be able to help with that little package I’ve so nicely delivered into your dainty little hands.” Your eyes drift back to the package in your hands before flicking back up to the blond who had now crossed one arm over the other, watching you in amusement. “Well, aren’t you going to open it?” He teased with an admonishing chuckle. You go back to unwrapping the curious package in your hands to be met with a book. A book with Musutafu’s insignia inscribed on the cover. Your eyes are as wide as dinner plates now as your fingertips brush the cover. Its real. The lost city of Musutafu is real, and here is your evidence. You cautiously open the book and eagerly begin to skim the pages, taking in the words written and the imagery of the city. “Where did you get this?” You breathed out, barely a whisper, as you looked back to Keigo. He simply smiled and shrugged softly. “Found it whilst digging in a tomb. Thing is, no one knows how to read what’s in it. Not a single soul but you. Took a while to find an expert in the non-existent you know.” He stood straight and smiled reassuringly at you. “Suppose all those years in the basement of that museum really gave you time to study the language, huh?” You laugh. You don’t mean to – its almost like a knee-jerk reaction to the sudden thoughts whizzing into your mind. “Expert? I wouldn’t say I’m an expert.” You are cut off by Keigo giving you a look. A look saying you’re being too humble for your own good. “Shame then. We need an expert in gibberish to come with us.” He sighed and rest his cheek in his hand, very clearly baiting you into a response. “Come with you where?” You answer a little too quickly. “To Musutafu, of course. We’ve got a team assembled and we’re embarking on an expedition,” He says it as if it’s the simplest thing on earth, “And my employer has reserved you a seat on board, if you’d join us.” You don’t even hesitate to say yes.  

When Keigo ‘Hawks’ Takami made his introduction in your humble apartment you didn’t expect to find yourself in a ship not even some 36 hours later, traversing along the thrashing waves of some godforsaken ocean surrounded by your newly acquainted colleagues; Hawks, who was second in command and charming as ever; a Commander Enji Todoroki who captained the ship Endeavour, and the expedition team for your financier - one Mr. Toshinori Yagi.

You also hadn’t expected a maelstrom to engulf your ship like the metallic meal it was, and spit it back out in an underwater volcanic cavern. But as the fates take, they also provide. Many good men and women were lost to the sea, and you were all reminded by Commander Todoroki that your team was that remained and you’re all to ensure you look out for one another.  Your enthusiasm hadn’t died, unlike the Endeavour, and it was visible to your colleagues. You were left in charge of traversing through this cavern to find a safe place to camp and allow time for the expedition party to recuperate and figure out how the hell you’ll be escaping from this volcanic shaft. You did so diligently, and as you led the few dozen survivors along a pilgrimage further into the cavern the fates blessed you again with a clearing - and a ruin. A sanctuary where you’d be able to regroup for now.  “And as water gives life, it also takes. Be safe and well with she who shelters from the tides wrath.” You muse aloud as you read an inscription on the entrance to a ruined temple, inspecting the polished stone for signs of danger before you gave the go ahead for other survivors of the wreckage to set up shelter within its walls.  “This seems like a shrine devoted to the Musutafan goddess of water, or of safe travels.” You say as you turn your attention to a crumbling statue in the middle of it all. The statue depicted a woman kneeling with her arms up in the air - offering something to the heavens above. Only her hands were empty, and all else that was visible was the waterfall behind her and the lush shrubbery that covered the long forgotten stone. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.       “Maybe the goddess can give us some luck then, or a blessing.” Hawks spoke as he carted a tent kit over his shoulder and past where you’d set up your own little workstation. Thankfully you had managed to shave your books by some miracle in the wreckage.      “We don’t need a blessing. We just have to get out bearings, collect something from down here, and get home.” Commander Todoroki’s voice was a lot sharper and pointed than he intended.  You look back to the statue, taking out a sketchbook and beginning to jot down her features. “And you’ll be able to get us home, Commander. But in the meantime I’m going to be doing what I was bought here to do-”  “Decipher the jibberish?” Hawks teased. You snort in response.  “Uncover what happened here, yes. Uncover Musutafu and show the world that it really existed.”  “There will be plenty of uncovering to do later, Miss L/N.” The Commander’s spoke again to stop Hawks from continuing with his jilting. “Right now you’re to get your nose out of those books and help set up camp.” You can only nod and hesitate to put your sketchbook down, looking out over the ruins once again. You couldn’t help but be amazed by them and believe this place was real. Something, however, caught your eye. There was a slight movement from far behind the statue, towards the back of the shrine and the cavern wall, but you brushed it off. Could have just been air from the waterfall moving a plant around. You turn and walk back towards the rest of the troops when Hawks called for you to come help him prepare a fire and portion out the rations to the sick and wounded.  Under the cover of the cavern’s darkness, eyes peered out from behind some very well camouflaged greenery. Teeth drawn and weapons sharpened as several figures watched from the shadows. You, and your people, looked strange to them. What was the odd garments you wore, and what was with the strange sticks the men carried? What was their purpose?  You were outsiders. Outsiders were not meant to be able to find this place.         A soft nudge from a red haired male drew the leader’s attention to you - a woman who sat away from the rest of the group inspecting the writing on the walls.  Bakugo’s eyes narrowed as vermilion orbs focused on your body language, trying to figure out what your purpose here was. You were isolated from the rest of the group, he figured they were all warriors or healers of some kind or another based on their actions. But you were willingly venturing away from the group, busy keeping yourself occupied with examining the writing upon the stone pillars of the temple. In this forgotten place, in the crumbling and lifeless old ruins and why were you fascinated by these old rocks?  Bakugo clicked his tongue softly as he turned to the members of the hunting party and signaled for them to surround the encampment, observe, don’t get caught. Several other young members of the party nodded and split up, following the young prince’s orders. His ashen blond spikes shouldn’t have been able to be concealed by the darkness of the cavern, but they were, and his boots shouldn’t have been silent as he stalked his way closer to you.       He stopped short when he was close enough to watch you without your notice, examining what you were doing exactly.  “Vahemna... What does that mean...” You spoke softly as your fingers traced over the words on the wall of the pillar. Bakugo’s eyes widened in shock when he recognised his mother tongue among the words that came from your lips.  Could you speak their language? 

Bakugo remained silent in his position, hidden by the foliage as he watched you. He was curious already with the way your mouth moved and the softness to your words as you navigated his mother tongue. He smirked to himself, fascinated by your own accent and how it melded with his language. You were from the surface. 

Once the camp began to sleep the war party began to move - the members tip toeing their way between sleeping soldiers and the wounded as they inspected the outsider's things. Several of the others found themselves stealthily digging through the various things in the camp - looking at the guns your Commander had bought upon insistence, the card game a few of the others had played over dinner, the medicines and first aid items which you'd all lugged with you from the watery wreckage. A few of them held up items to each other and goofed around, making silly faces before earning a stern glare from the prince. He didn't even have to say anything to exercise his authority. Bakugo was more concerned with you though as he approached silently. You were quiet as you slept on a bedroll, your back to him and your things as he began to examine them. He crouched down by your sleeping figure and picked up the book carefully, eyebrows furrowing when he recognised the insignia inscribed on the cover. "Nis forten ji grinnesh?" Kirishima whispered as he came over to the prince - his words were strained and hushed as the bulky male tried not to disturb you, but his eyes widened when he saw the book too. Bakugo tucked the book away securely in his fur cloak, nodding to Kirishima. You, however, stirred and sighed softly as you began to wake. The presence of the two people by your sleeping form was what roused you from your sleep, but also the sound of a whispered conversation. Your eyes fluttered open and met Bakugo's, wide in horror as you froze. These two men standing above you both looked at each other, and then back at you for a moment before jumping into action. The blond slapped a hand over your mouth and yanked you roughly from the makeshift bedroll, his muscly figure holding you close against him as he began to move quickly back in to the shadows and the plantlife. Your scream was muffled enough by his hand that your camp mates didn't seem to stir at all, and your jerking and struggling only made Bakugo's grip on you tighten as he moved faster. You could feel just how rugged he was, but you could also feel how he was holding back from using his full strength over you as he absconded. Left with little other option, you bit down on his hand. Hard - hard enough to draw blood. Bakugo hissed and removed his hand from your mouth and shoved you into the other male's arms, the redhead restrained your arms behind your back in another tight grip. A bubble of gruff laughter came from Kirishima's lips as he held you back. He was clearly amused by the face his friend was making. Bakugo was less than impressed as a fierce scowl darkened his face and this gave you an opportunity to take in his appearance properly. Aside from the scowl, his facial features were sharp and his eyes caused your skin to burn under his line of sight. He wore thick, white fur-lined boots, knee pads and a pair of dark blue pants barely secured around his hips with a thick belt of sorts. You took in the sight of his Adonis belt, the toned abdomen as your eyes trailed upwards. The prince was almost completely topless minus the fur cloak he had around his shoulders, and the beautiful layers of beads which drew your attention to his very board chest and large pecs. Bakugo narrowed his eyes as he examined his hand - the movement causing you to oggle and the orange material around his arms and the bulging mass of muscle that could rip it at any second if he flexed too hard.     "Tch... Iknoz kil wegge lys dira." He spoke in a low grunt. Your brain began to search your mind for the translation. "We should just kill her now." is what this man said to the others as he watched for a reaction.     "No!" You piped up and shook your head, jerking a bit in the redhead's hold, "Fhyro, fhyro di kil!" You plead. Please, please do not kill! Bakugo's scowl faded into into a wide smirk when you did open your mouth. You could speak the language. He had been right. This had Kirishima slowly beginning to loosen his grip on your arms as you fell to your knees. Bakugo crouched down in front of you and roughly grabbed your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, examining your face. He tilted it around as he examined your features curiously. You were certainly pretty for an outsider.     "Wyros rif nagae?" What is your name? The redhead asked quietly, craning his head to the side in curiosity to get a better look at you too. Bakugo gave a soft hum as he let go of your face and rose to his feet again. The rest of the war party encircled you, all faces were shocked to see you speaking their language.     "Nagae? Mi nagae ich Y/N." Name? My name is Y/N. You reply as you look around at your captors.     "Vha rih schok dus mi lykiri? Hah?" Why have you come to my kingdom? Bakugo crossed his arms over his chest as his intense gaze burned through you. You looked surprised. His kingdom? You didn't know how to respond in his own language. You looked troubled as you hesitated to answer that there wasn't supposed to be a kingdom here.

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Okay, but imagine Barbarian Prince! Bakugou being tossed out of the clan by Mitsuki, and told not to come back until he finds a wife. Refusing to acknowledge any of Masaru's attempts at reasoning with her, her embarrassment taking over all of her emotions, because her son was well over the age to become the king, but he can't until he finds a wife.

So Bakugou sets off with Kirishima and a small group of men with the hopes of finding and killing a beast so strong that Mitsuki will have no choice but to take him back in and let him assume his rightful place on the throne.

On their travels they would visit small towns, going through each and every tavern, but while his men were raiding and fucking whatever woman they could grab first, Bakugou stays sober, choosing to ask the fearful barmaids about any rumours of beasts.

Almost a year passes and while his men grow tired having found no leads, Bakugou's determination spurs him on, refusing to second guess his decision of avoiding marriage. He had no issue with taking women to bed, it was that he refused to marry one that wasn't up to his standards, and in his 23 years of life, he has yet to meet one that is.

Exactly one year after being thrown out, Kirishima saunters up to Bakugou, pride in his eyes as he throws the barmaid onto the table he was sitting at.

Bakugou doesn't even give her a second glance before getting up to leave when Kirishima stops him, commanding the woman to tell Bakugou what she had just finished telling him.

She tells Bakugou of an old and powerful witch, who is known as The Butcher. A grotesque old woman under the guise of a sweet and innocent girl, who gives out potions meant for healing. But it's all a lie, her potions are actually poison, meant to kill any and all who come in contact with the pale green liquid that shimmers under the sunlight.

His eyes lighten at the idea of killing the witch and immediately demands to know where the witch stays hidden before gathering his men and leaving the town burning.

They spend weeks looking for the witch before his men finally give up on him, leaving with the promise that when Bakugou returns to the clan that he will execute them.

And one more month passes before he finally sets his eyes upon a small cottage in the forest. The back of the home along a cliff overlooking the ocean.

Before he can even start walking towards the tiny building the door is thrown open and he and Kirishima ready their weapons before setting their eyes upon a small woman, eyes large and filled with innocent glee as she looks upon her unexpected guests.

The first and only thought that enters his mind as he looks at her is, Perhaps a wife would not be that bad.