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ms0milk · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 || 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

On a diplomatic trip far from home, Prince Bakugou must contend with his hatred for you. A woman who lives to take orders. The last thing the warrior prince needs is a babysitter but it’s a feat, not a coincidence, that you are the only apprentice to the captain of his royal guard. Feasts, balls, and festivities await you and your new friends at Takoba, and in the seaside kingdom you must reconcile with the idea that your prince is not so noble as the queen who raised him. All while something half dead and long forgotten festers on high tide.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 [𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔] prince!bakugou x royal guard!(fem) reader, slow burn to eventual smut. y/n has a personality and it is business formal, she grows. individual chapters will have specific tags-warnings-ratings— in general please expect violence/descriptions of injuries, strong language, two aloof fools, the classic motley bnha crew, seaside shenanigans. bakugou is an absolute piece of work, y/n is professional to a fault and it drives him insane. travel companions ー civil teammates ー genuine enemies ー confused friends ー lovers. plenty of ridiculous tension accompanied by angst and 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄

❂ ー 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 this story has been my baby over the past few months (was this a direct response to mha ch 362? yes) — so I hope you cherish it as much as I do. I am not immune to roy/riza (fmab) and many of the dynamics in this au are heavily inspired by their relationship! just gotta build up that trust first (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ be prepared to absolutely hurtle this man out of harm's way TAGLIST | AO3

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆. ✦

You terrify him and it breaks his heart.

𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩

In the warm forests of Aldera Castle you and the prince grew up in periphery. A soldier without magic and the boy who never spoke to her. Suddenly, he is your only responsibility.

𝒕𝒘𝒐. 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

With the first day of travel under your belt and introductions well collected, your Alderan company finds time to unwind together. Thankfully, nothing bad ever happens around a campfire.

𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆. 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝

Are all carriages of the east made for prisoners of war? Prince Bakugou despises the close quarters and their snagging silver fixtures, but it is a special kind of fate that would deliver you to the safety of the sea and to the feet of the fire that bars your entrance. And deliver you together at that.

𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓. 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞

Hats off to dying!

𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

What a vivid dream you’ve made, of the prince and his heavy hands wrapped around your body.

𝒔𝒊𝒙. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐛𝐚

It is at exactly the wrong moment that you realize where all the guards have gone, and just how desperate you must appear for the prince to take such pleasure in destruction.

𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏. 𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

Would he treat you this way in the presence of others? Is it only when you're alone that hell raises?

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈

𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 & 𝐭𝐰𝐨.)

In the immortal words of your prince, this was a dogshit idea for a dinner party. You are haunted by blue flames and scarred ghosts no matter how hard you focus on work, and a punishment for your distraction is in order.

𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐭

He has no right– your prince is a hypocrite and alone in a haunted seaside garden confrontation is, finally, inevitable.

𝒕𝒆𝒏. 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐨𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 & 𝐭𝐰𝐨.)

You will eat the flame mage alive before he lays a finger on your prince, but why gods has Bakugou chosen now to fear for you? To treat you so gently?

𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏. 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Thirty-one hours awake and every second spent thinking of you.

𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆. 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Gods help anyone that might try to hurt you, even if that person is the ocean, or a god– even if that person is you. You finally find your prince's bedchambers after a fight at sea.

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐠

The end of your fever comes with realizations. What happens when two people unable to speak stand too close for too long?

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

You always think you're well enough to train and if Bakugou has to tie you to a hospital bed himself he will, but he doesn't mean to watch you win for so long and he certainly doesn't mean to join you.

𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

Can devotion come before forgiveness? can you control it? the last two sober Alderans carry their friends to bed.

𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

You don’t mean to bite him, he startled you. You don’t mean to laugh together or beam about magic that is not yours. You do not mean to kiss him.

𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥

(3/11)

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azzo0 · 3 months

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Katsuki thought it was real. He thought you loved him. He thought he loved you.

But here he was, on his knees in front of the bastard king he should've been able to kill, his hands tied behind him. You stood by your tyrant of a father, looking down at him with an unreadable expression.

You betrayed him. You lied to him about running away from your kingdom. You lied to him about helping him. Did you love him at all? Or was it all just an act to get him to trust you?

He loved you so fiercely that one would think it was impossible to love someone this hard. You made him feel emotions he never felt before. He gave his all to you. He trusted you with his life. He promised you to find a way out of this war-torn land.

So, as he kneeled there, the king's guard whipping his back, he wondered if everything that came out of your lips was a lie. Was there some truth to it? Were all the 'I love you's' you whispered to him in the dark of the night as he made love to you a lie? Were the sweet dreams of a life after the war you showed him a lie?

You gave him a fake sense of security and comfort just to get his guard down and then shatter his heart and kingdom into a million pieces. You broke his trust so bad he was sure he'd never be able to love anyone again if he did make it out alive.

He did not let out a single scream of pain even though his entire body rattled with each whip. Instead, he glanced up at you with empty maroon eyes, trying to find some truth on your stone-cold face. There was none.

There was nothing Katsuki could do now but accept this cruel fate.

#not me abandoning two drafts just to write this #this just popped into my head #had to write it #bakugo katsuki #bakugou #bakugo #katsuki #bakugo angst #bakugo x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #fantasy bakugou

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myoswu · 8 months

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Weeeeeeee

#bakugo katuski #mha fanart #fantasy bakugou #..i hate draw anything related to bg #perspective TT UGHOASJjuda #waiting my boi comeback >:(

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strawbit · 1 year

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Another one

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou #draws #mha #my hero academia #bnha #fantasy bakugou

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midn1ghtdreamer · 11 months

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King Bakugo X Mer Reader

Fantasy AU

“Come on, Bakugo. It’s just one stop,” cried a red headed dragon. His companion rolled his eyes.

“Absolutely not, Scales. You already dragged me out here because you were bored. There’s no way in hell you’re getting me near that water.”

“But-,”

“No buts,” cried the blonde king. He was already dragged out here against his will. There was no way he would go in that water.

Bakugo heard Kirishima happily splashing in the water and rolled his eyes. That idiot, he thought, sitting beside the small body of water.

He debated leaving his red tailed friend there, but decided to take a nap instead.

The distance sound of frantic sloshing woke the King out of his slumber. “The hell are you doing, Scales?” He asked as Kirishima rushed out of the water.

“Something grabbed me,” he panted. “I’m not sure what it was but something is in that water.”

“You’re just saying that to get me in the water. Nothings in that damn water,” Bakugo retorted, looking into the depths of the lake. Nothing was in the water. Nothing living at least. “You must have touched the seaweed.”

For Kirishima to be a dragon, he was scared easily. You would think he’s one of the strongest, fearsome beings, but you couldn’t be anymore wrong.

The scales creature held up his tail. “Look I have the marks to prove it. There’s no way the could have been seaweed man. I swear.”

Bakugo inspected his friends tail with a grunt. There were in fact scratch marks on Kirishima’s tail. His attention turned back to the water.

He remembered the tales from his mother of creatures that live in the sea. The only one that matched this description was a mermaid. The lack of fish was enough proof for him.

Mermaids were the most deadly of them all. “Kirishima hand me and arrow.” Bakugo wouldn’t be able to shoot the creature under water, he would have to do it up close.

He took his time positioning the arrow over the water and pulled a piece of dried meat out of his pocket. “Hey, what are you do—“ the red companion was shushed away by his master.

Bakugo took his time placing the meat in the water, careful so the mermaid wouldn’t feel the vibrations of the water. He could feel Kirishima’s watchful eyes staring him down. He sat there for what felt like forever, waiting for any sigh of movement. And then…

A webbed hand was all he saw. He watched as those fingers reached for the meat in his hand. He held the arrow steady, waiting for the perfect moment.

When you face came into view he knew it was time to kill… but he couldn’t. Move damnit. Move. His body didn’t follow his orders.

You reached you fingers onto the land, using the grassy surface to lift yourself half way out of the water. Kirishima took a defensive stance around his King who couldn’t take his eyes away from you.

You held the piece of meat up to his face, “What is this?” He didn’t answer. You realized he couldn’t understand you.

Desperate to communicate you reached up, cupping his face. You knew how intimate this action was for those on the surface, but what else could you do. Quickly, you pressed you lips to his.

Bakugo flinched at the sudden contact. This was not what he expected to happen today at all.

When you pulled away you asked him again. “What is this?”

He opened his mouth than closed it again, unable to find the words.

“It’s meat. Dried meat, if you want to be specific.” You tilted you’re head at the red creature. He kind of looked like you especially with the scales covering his body. You watched him take a piece of meat, similar to the one you had, out of his pocket. He placed it in his mouth and began to chew. You copied his actions, eyes widening in wonder of the new food.

You looked to the King in front of you an smiled, diving back into the water. Bakugo still couldn’t move from his place by the water. Were all the myths a lie?

You came back shortly, a clump of seaweed in your hand. Kirishima stood closer to you and laughed, “I don’t think we can eat that.”

“Why not? You shared some of your food with me so now I get to share with you.” You held out the green strands to him and he shook his head.

“I think that might make me sick. Especially since it came straight from the water.”

You frowned at his words. “Then what else could I give you as a trade?” You asked aloud. Immediately you dove back into to the water, having the perfect gift in mind.

Kirishima bumped Bakugo’s shoulder. “You alright man? You haven’t moved since she showed up.”

Bakugo stirred, his hand rushing to his lips. “Why the hell did she kiss me?”

His red companion grinned widely, ready to tease the young King. “Maybe she likes you.”

“Bullshit.”

“That’s what you think but who knows.”

Bakugo’s face tinted red and he prepared to bark a retort at his friend, but you arrived once again. This time you held a shell in your hands.

The light reflected off the shell as you placed it in Bakugo’s hands. “Come back again and I’ll have something to trade with you. Use this shell to let me know you are here.” You demonstrated how to use the shell by putting your mouth to it and blowing. the sound echoed across the land causing the birds to scatter.

Bakugo nodded, taking the shell from you and watching you go below the surface again. “Look at my King catching the attention of a mermaid.” Kirishima teased. Those word resulted in the red beast being chased by his master all the way home.

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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 2 months

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The Taming Of Man: A Table of Contents

This entire thing is adventure/has an overarching storyline, so I'm not going to label each chapter that because they're all that <3

Fluffy: ♡ Slightly Spicy: 💖 smut: ❤️ angst: 💜

Chapter one: Through the Rainbow Forest

Chapter two: The meeting ♡

Chapter three: Getting closer ♡

Chapter four: Take me away ♡

Chapter Five: The best way to a man's heart is through his dragon ♡

Chapter six: Walking through the market ♡

Chapter seven: I think I might like-like you ♡

Chapter eight: Parents are funny like this ♡ 💜

#fanfic #fan fiction #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #fantasy bakugou #mha fantasy au #the taming of man #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou #boku no hero academia #bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 1 year

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As You Command: Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

Genre: childhood friends to lovers,

CW: Bakugou is a suggestive asshole, potential cursing

Word count: 1814

Sunlight streamed in through the glass windows of the library, washing the rows of wooden shelves in a soft glow as you stepped between them, inhaling the scent of leather and paper that seems to have settled in the stone walls themselves.

It was uncharacteristically quiet, the last scholar having left as you entered, something you were sure you could attribute to the beautiful day outside.

You hummed softly to yourself as you walked down the third row, fingers skimming over the leather of each book until you found the title you were looking for, pausing to pull it gently from the shelf. Dust billowed up from the cover as you smoothed your hand over the cover fondly, recalling all the times your father had sat on the edge of your bed and read it to you, still willing to indulge your curiosity after spending the day advising the king and queen.

The memory was bittersweet. For a moment, your chest squeezed painfully as you recalled the way he’d asked you to read his favorite chapters to him when he’d gotten too sick to even hold the book himself. You shook yourself slightly, chastising yourself for not focusing on the happier memories.

The sound of the door opening pulled you from your thoughts and you frowned deeply at the sight of a familiar deep red cape. You adjusted quietly to follow its movements through the library, wishing the prince would just turn around and leave. There was no real reason for him to be in the library, after all. He chose to do almost all of his studying in his private quarters, or so he claimed. An empty library hardly seemed like the place that the loud blonde would willingly choose to be.

You watched, lips pursed as he scanned the room, fingertips drumming over the tables as he walked. Your heart tripped in panic at the sudden thought that he was waiting for someone, the realization dawning on you that a quiet library was the perfect place to meet his most current romantic conquest.

You debated making yourself known, unsure if that would make the situation better or worse, when he paused at the desk you’d claimed, leaning over to read your scrawled notes and take a glance at the cover of the book that laid open.

You looked on in dismay as he closed the book completely, unsure of what page you’d been on as he turned his attention to the blue feather resting in your ink well. He twisted the feather for a moment before letting out a bored sigh, flicking the well over when he passed, dark ink splattering over your papers as he continued his wandering.

You bit back the scolding that bubbled up in your throat, shaking your head as you returned to the shelves. It had been too long since you’d had a peaceful day, and you were determined not to let him ruin it by letting him know you were nearby. You exhaled slowly, eyes closing as you forced yourself to relax the muscles in your shoulders, once again turning your attention to the books as you scanned the titles.

Still, you couldn’t help the sour thoughts that crossed your mind as you searched, irritation at the blonde prince rising up in you. He’d always found joy in torturing you, from the moment you’d met him, always in close proximity given your father’s standing with his parents.

As a kid, he’d loved to pop up behind you, out of bushes, around corners, just to hear you shriek and then he’d run off laughing, or tug on your hair until you’d bat at him.

As a teen, his antics hadn’t improved, galloping his horse entirely too close to you as he passed, jamming a chair in front of your door so you were late to the lessons you shared with him.

And as an adult? Gods, he was insufferable. His pranks weren’t so physical anymore, not aiming to make you shriek; he just liked bothering you, loved getting a rise out of you as you tried to study, his heavy boots sprawled across your desk as he sat in your chair. He loved your sharp tongue, grinning widely when you’d mutter out complaints over being his advisor one day.

You never understood why the women around the palace and kingdom fawned over him. Sure, he was handsome, with his golden skin and blonde locks and eyes the color of your favorite wildflowers… but he was an ass, and you both knew it.

You shook your head as you picked through various authors and topics until you had a respectable stack in your arms, balancing them precariously. You stretched on your toes for one final book, fingers barely pressing against the spine as you held your breath.

“You do know you can’t read all those at once, right?”

You startled at the sudden voice from behind you, falling back to your feet as all the books, save for the first one, tumbled from your hands and onto the floor with a crash. You whirled around to see Prince Bakugou chuckling to himself at your misfortune, hands crossed over his bare chest as he leaned back against the shelves.

You huffed, heart hammering in your chest as you placed a palm over it, a weak attempt to calm yourself. You glared as he grinned back at you, the scar that ran over the left side of his mouth stretching tight at the action.

“Gods, Bakugou, you nearly scared me half to death,” you snapped, eying the blonde suspiciously as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, crossing them at the ankle. “What are you even doing here?” you snapped, smoothing down your tunic in an attempt to hide how much he’d managed to ruffle you in such a short amount of time.

He avoided your question, gesturing instead to the pile of books that now lay scattered on the floor around you. “I think I asked you a question first. I know that you’re a bookworm, but come on, even you can’t find all that stuff that interesting,” he snickered.

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you crouched down to begin picking up. “Some of us care and want to do what’s best for this kingdom, not just whatever we want,” you muttered, reaching for a book bound in blue leather. “Spoiled brat,” you added under your breath.

A heavy boot landed on the cover and you glanced up sharply to see the blonde leering down at you, eyes lit with a challenge as he grinned down at you, more predatory than friendly.

A shiver ran over you as he spoke, his large frame and the bulky fur collar of his cape blocking out the sunlight and casting you in shadows. “Spoiled brat, huh?” he echoed quietly, foot pressing more firmly on the book as you tried to tug it out from under his weight.

You stood quickly, mouth already opening to tell him to leave you be and let you clean up when he stepped forward, expression unreadable as he moved effortlessly around the mess at your feet.

You scrambled back as he invaded your space and loomed over you, bumping against the shelves as your hand shot out to stabilize yourself, fingers curling into the leather strap that ran across the blonde’s chest, knuckles brushing over his damp skin.

He was close enough now that you could make out the smudge of dirt along his jaw, and the dark ring of red around his iris. His skin was still shiny with sweat, and it took you half a second to realize he must have just come back from training with Kirishima. You swallowed thickly at the sight of muscles rippling along his chest and arm as he lifted it, fingers wrapping around a shelf’s edge high above your head as he closed you in.

He grinned again, canines flashing. Quickly, you let go of his baldric, opting to clutch the thick book still held to your chest instead, hoping to try and create a barrier between the two of you as his gaze roamed over you.

His shoulders visibly relaxed as he stared down at you, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip before he spoke, his voice low and entirely too intimate for your liking.

“Y’know.. My parents keep telling me that eventually I’ll have to settle down and start producing heirs. As my future advisor, and someone who ‘cares for the good of the kingdom’,” he mocked, head dipping lower to keep your wide gaze. “I think it’s only fair that you help me practice, for the good of the kingdom.”

Your eyes widened in shock, a heat creeping along your neck and face at what he was suggesting, mouth opening and closing as you scrambled for a quick retort. He leaned forward, his mouth getting dangerously close, and panic tripped in your chest.

Without thinking, you reacted, lifting the heavy book in your grasp and swinging.

You didn’t mean to hit him, only hoping that he’d dodge the swipe, give you some room, but there was a harsh smack as the leather made contact with his cheek and he stumbled sideways.

A gasp wrenched free from your chest, the book dropping from your grasp with a clatter as your hands covered your mouth in horror, already babbling out apologies as he straightened, rubbing his cheek.

You couldn’t see his face from the angle you stood at, but you could see all your hard work and parent’s legacy crumble before your very eyes, sure that you’d doomed your father’s legacy with one accidental strike.

Tears began to bubble at your lash line, blurring your vision as he turned to face you. You’re quick to cover your face, horrified to let him see you like this, given that you struck him, not the other way around.

You couldn’t help the way you startled when a hand circled around your wrist and tugged it down easily, palm calloused from years of wielding a sword.

A moment later, he was pressing the book back into your hand, quiet as you stared up at him in surprise, lip still wobbling. He remained silent as he cupped your cheek softly, swiping away a tear rolling down your skin, and you were surprised to see that his ruby eyes were gentle, a sharp contrast to the glint he usually donned when looking at you.

“Shouldn’t tease you so much, ‘m sorry,” he murmured. Your mouth fell open in surprise at his apology, especially since you could already see the skin on his cheek darkening where you hit him.

Before you could speak, he was gone again. You were left alone in the quiet library once more, staring after the blonde and wondering what the hell just happened.

A/N: I know this is very similar to the blurb I wrote a while back but I did still want that storyline to be my hook so I simply expanded on it this time around! This is twice the length of the previous blurb so hopefully you all still like it! Feedback/comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

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pixeldemonia · 1 month

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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!

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bokunoarchive · 2 months

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#my hero ultra impact #MHA #BNHA #boku no hero acedamia #my hero official art #my hero academia #deku #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #katsuki #fantasy bakugou

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pamgkrthwrites · 9 months

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Trigger warnings!!!: Implied past sexual assault, implied violence, Soulmate AU, Fantasy AU, Bakugou x Reader, written on phone so autocorrect is my enemy.

Barbarian!Bakugou raids villages because he is looking for the name on his wrist, his soulmates. You.

You has search many villages and has yet to find you.

That’s is until he finds a small cottages with some animals, a large garden farm and a water full to keep fresh water, in the middle of nowhere.

He sees you and your small 4-5 year old daughter. You treat her as if she is a priceless crystal glassware that is so fragile.

He knows it’s you, he can feel the string on his heart pull him towards you. You must feel it too considering there are times you look into the tree line where in the discretion he is hiding in.

You’ll never see him though.

The day he does make himself known is where it’s raining a storm outside. Bakugou knocks on your door and asks for shelter until the storm pasts.

All he sees is fear in your eyes.

You let him in, but you keep yourself far away from him. He at first thinks it’s because he is clearly a barbarian.

That is until he notices just a few things. Like when he steps towards you too fast and you quickly rushed to the far side of the room. Like when you go to bed, bringing your daughter in with you and lock the door with several locks. Like when he hears you crying to your daughter that you won’t let a man touch her.

It clicks in, and he can feel a violent rage build up in his blood.

He’s going to find the thing that did this to you, and he will kill them. Slowly.

When the storm pasts he says his thanks and leaves. He doesn’t want you under more stress than you clearly are in.

It’s only after his sword is covered in blood does he remember. He never told you his name.

Shit-

He returns to you with Kirishima and Mina behind him. He was hoping that if Mina was with him, you’d be less scared.

He also brings 6 goats as “thanks” for you housing him during the storm.

He still sees the fear in your eyes, but it’s a bit more calm with Mina being there and with the goats.

This time before he leaves, he tells you his name.

“Stop calling me Barbarian! I have a name, y’know! It’s Bakugou Katsuki!”

He only looks in your eye for a second before leaving again.

He won’t be forgetting the look of realisation in your eyes and how they softened a little.

He won’t push you to love him, or even be nice to him while you still clearly live in your fear. He will however visit you once a fortnight so you get use to him.

He won’t touch you until you ask, and he doesn’t dare touch your daughter until you give him permission to.

It’s takes years for you to grant him permission to kiss you, but he doesn’t mind. He knows you needed it at this pace, he’ll never push you. He’ll never force you to do anything.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #Bakugou x reader #Bakugo c reader #Katsuki Bakugou x reader #Bakugou Katsuki x reader #Katsuki Bakugo x reader #Bakugo Katsuki x reader #fantasy au #fantasy bakugou #my hero academia fantasy au #barbarian bakugou #bakugou x soulmate #soulmate au

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ms0milk · 3 months

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𝟏𝟒 | 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

ー✧ prince!bakugou x royal guard!reader

"He does not notice because you are a distraction, the tumult stirring in the castle behind you. He cannot understand his heart’s frustration at your warm fingers against his own."

no cw talking never works for the two of you, will a sparring match? bruises, grappling, unsubtle admiration (with a live studio audience). heartstopping smiles. the arrival of a new and dreadful ghost that reader tries to kill on instinct. 4.5k

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The Queen of Takoba cracks open her bedroom door just as early as you suspected. Threats and growling stop in the face of her beauty, gulps and pulses start up when she yawns. You lower your head to the floor. You kneel beside her chamber door with three glaives pressed sharp to the back of your neck and three dull guards insistent on spoiling your apology.

“Go play,” she murmurs and turns back inside, disinterested.

“It was cute.”

“It was unnecessary,” Bakugou growls.

Princess Fuyumi hikes up her skirts in her floury fists and jogs to keep pace beside her sous chef, “You’re chronic Katsuki, this is ridiculous,” and smiles when he bares his teeth.

“She should be resting.”

“She is not your soldier.”

“She’s a soldier! She is ridiculous, not me!” The two twist in sync through frosty hallways towards Aizawa’s training pit. The castle is teeming with staff and lords this morning so they take back passageways. Morning meetings be dammed– party planning, flower arranging, appetizer testing, inseam measuring get fucked.

You have spent your morning hunting down queens and princesses and completely disregarding the one thing asked of you. You are not so dense as you pretend and as Bakugou storms to find you, he can’t help but be impressed by your dedication to being an uncontainable menace– finding all the places he might hide in Takoba not for his protection, but so you can avoid him when it serves you.

You should have been more careful, Bakugou sneers as he erupts onto the gallery, because where he underestimated you, you underestimated Half n’half and his propensity to be a fucking airhead.

“She looked well this morning.” Todoroki sat on a bench in the kitchen, eyes bleary and nursing a tankard of coffee. His sister and friend hunched over their latest attempt to recreate Alderan biscuits and both jolted when he spoke. Fuyumi sent every telepathic message she could to her brother who just kept talking. Bakugou’s stare melted holes in the table.

“She’s looking for you too Fumi,” the hotandcold prince yawned. Deku was wandering around somewhere with eye bags just like his and they both looked exactly like a stubborn guard had woken them up at dawn, “said she had an errand in the soldiers’ quarters so I gave her the address of your dressfitting in town tonight.”

Bakugou grips the gallery railing above the training pit and the metal in his fist starts to squeal as his magic slips out, because of course you’re there. Striking the training sword your opponent holds over their head desperately, over and over until it cracks and your weapon thunks their shoulder. Of course you’re smiling.

“Kirishima’’ll worry,” Fuyumi wheezes and plants a hand on Bakugou’s back to steady herself. Bakugou doesn’t take his eyes off the ring.

“Let him.”

You’ve overpowered two guisarmier by the time your prince winds through back passageways onto the floor of the pit because you are an Alderan halberdier and Takoba does not train much in polearms. You have also just cracked a middle-ranked sabreur over the head because you are a decorated fencer and your opponent didn’t prepare for melee combat before agreeing to duel.

Your cheeks are red with exertion and excitement. Half-armored soldiers lounge at the edges of the area laughing and hydrating. Some play cards. Uraraka is among them eating snacks and she nudges Shinsou forward with her foot, “You promised.”

“You promised,” you parrot and bounce a few paces into the center of the room because apparently you are well enough to fight Takoba’s future Armorer. Uraraka, the beast of melee and master-in-the-making, snorts and reclines on a pile of pads.

Bakugou steps forward before truly thinking and then Aizawa booms from the office above, “Halberds!” The doom spreading in your prince’s gut doesn’t know whether to multiply or dissipate. You still do not see him. You grin.

Two soldiers pass you the weapons their master ordered and you take your place eagerly while Shinsou finishes dusting himself off. The weapon twirls like a dancer between your hands.

As much as he berates him for it, Bakugou thinks just as much as Deku does.

Did Master Aizawa give you halberds for your advantage or Shinsou’s? Was it meant to embolden you– trick you? Did he predict how cocky you get when you think you have the advantage? Is Shinsou proficient? Is this to humble you?

He is thinking until the second the match bell rings and then gawks. Shinsou readies his weapon gracefully and crouches in position. You flourish the polearm once more in a figure-8 around your chest and shoulders and then abandon it entirely, spear thrust into the ground, to launch and tackle your opponent.

Aizawa wasn’t trying to embarrass you. It wasn't revenge for defeating his soldiers or discharging your weapon into a crowd of dinner guests. Shinsou grunts. He doesn’t drop his weapon but you are obviously too close to use it and his shoulders are already flat on the ground in defeat, “Shiny toys only help if you’re faster than me, weaponmaster.”

Shinsou erupts into laughter underneath you and nods in concession. Aizawa rumbles from his office, “You will learn creativity from Aldera or she will kill you,” clearly smiling as he speaks. Dread evaporates. It looks like they’re running a pin-drill, non-lethal, adaptive, against an unfamiliar fighting style. It’s just training. You’re not being held hostage by an army with a grudge. Takoba is not afraid to demean guests and it wouldn’t be the first time Bakugou picked a fight to defend the dignity of an Alderan. At home you are well respected and intimidating, but everywhere you are odd.

“s’not like we’re going to war,” Shinsou grumbles as you help him to his feet and dust off your knees.

The sabreur cackles under his bag of ice on the sideline, “Lucky us.”

“Royal contender!” Uraraka suddenly sings because she’s bored and has spotted entertainment from across the room, “An exotic prince wishes to challenge our victor.”

Your eyes shift from shared apprentice smiles to the place Uraraka gestures with her chin, the place where Bakugou has forgotten, momentarily, that he has a body.

He shakes his head without taking his eyes off of you.

“What? Does the prince not spar with his soldiers in Aldera?” Uraraka stops short of booing. He only knows she is mocking him because he has known her so long. Your face goes slack like his. “Todoroki trains with us all the time.”

“I’m not fighting an outpatient.”

“Right, of course. Worried three days of coma made her too strong?”

Bakugou scowls knives in her direction. When Master Aizawa descends from his office there is obviously no way out of his apprentice’s instigation.

“Would you consider showing my recruits an Alderan combat exercise?”

He knows you well enough, he has known you all your lives, and when Bakugou looks to you for a response he knows what you’re going to say before your lips part.

“Yes sir.”

“Weapon?”

“Unarmed sir.”

Aizawa nods, “Alderan hand-to-hand then. Takoba relies too much on magic anyway.”

Warmth drains first from Bakugou’s fingers and then his feet as the Master disables his magic and tips his head toward you, standing sure in the center of the arena under sunshine.

“Good morning, Highness” you murmur as your prince skulks into the light and takes his begrudging place in front of you.

“You’ve been fucking busy.”

He is skilled enough not to hurt you, and so this show will be simple. That’s all it is. A performance for the incompetence of Takoba. Aizawa takes a seat beside his apprentices to keep dust far away from his eyes, “Learn something, the lot of you.” His battalion falls silent.

Aldera excels in two things, combat and cultivation. Fruits richer than any on the planet. Warriors fiercer than you could find in hell. Bakugou is a culmination of his parents’ perfect magic and his mother’s aptitude for violence. He can speak the languages of the continent, he has trained under her men and has chosen his own Champion. What are you made of?

Right now it’s something like apprehension as he extends his fist towards you and your open palm to him. Jeanist’s defensive stance, a wide open hand ready to swing, grab, or close. You assume he’ll attack first. Your eyes are bright and focused, muscles warm, and usual braids tied back high with a length ribbon Fuyumi snuck into your dressers. Of course you would recover from a three-day coma overnight. Worry falls from him like a bucket with a hole.

He steps forward in a crouch. Your wrists cross.

“She’s not made of glass, Kats!”

There’s a grunt and he can only assume Aizawa thwacked his apprentice over the head but it��s enough for him to harden his stance because any warrior would dream of the opportunity to catch him in disorganized anger, even for a moment. You don’t flinch.

He wasn’t wasn’t wrong, apprehension fills you and now his worry drips higher. You are no blank unreadable foe and your own worry is written all across your eyes. Jeanist taught a terrible poker face.

“Any day,” Aizawa grumbles this time. You have spent the morning cracking the skulls of Takoba’s guards and now Bakugou is the one who appears apprehensive to a room full of strangers. He looks to you one more time and ducks forward to strike with his fist.

He meant to hit a rib, durable, flexible, and send you to the ground without the danger of a drawn out grapple but you step carefully out of his way. You’re fast, which he knew, but when he readies himself for retaliation you take the beat to solidify your footing and don’t make a single move towards him. It’s just your open palm and a crouch in his direction. The crowd hums.

Fine, one more. This time Bakugou skips forward with his arms drawn high at his side and dips in close to feign a strike to your chest. His kick to your ankles is well timed and serves to surprise onlookers but you only pounce with your feet together, then land beside him where you should have had every instinct to knock him prone. Instead you slip back two more steps out of range and ready yourself again.

Oh, Bakugou rolls his eyes as he stands again on two feet. He’s overcomplicating the obvious, “You’re permitted to fight me.”

Your ears perk like hound.

“Wouldn’t you like a real opponent after a morning of,” he gestures to the lounging soldiers, “this?” They suck their teeth but do not clamor. Your eyebrows raise in thought because you really do have a terrible poker face. Was that it? Apprehension at hurting your prince? “Cmon then.”

You do not make him wait when, lightfooted, you prance back into striking range. He plants one foot and swings forward to leave an obvious opening, it’s simple and always has been. You will dive into his fake opening and he will pin both your elbows in one arm to drop you on your back with the other.

You do not take the bait or a strike against him. You jump and tuck your head close to your chest to roll across his shoulders when he is still stuck in the motion of his faux swing. Bakugou growls and reaches behind himself to catch you where you land, which you somehow do not, hooking one leg around his waist to sling yourself back where you started. His heart pumps a little faster.

Where he punches, you duck, where he knees, you dodge, where he reaches, you redirect until you have danced your way around the ring a full rotation and still not exchanged a blow.

Are you really this useless without a weapon? Only able to defend? Bakugou spits and dives for your stomach in a full body attack. His heart pumps faster. You fall to your knees and bend far enough to slip under him and back upright on the other side.

He’s seen you fight and knows you’re capable of more than just taunting. Why will you spar with these useless fucks in a foreign kingdom and not him? Prince Bakugou does train with his soldiers at home but never with Jeanist’s precious Second. Everything but gratuitous hardships, a waste of time. Beneath you.

“Does this coward serve my kingdom?!” He roars, heart snapping, and spins when he lands on his palms like a cat to charge. Still like a hound, your ears pull back with his words.

“Take note,” Aizawa mutters.

Now your poker face– a bronze mirror really, channeled through your heart– blazes white hot, perfect. Two more steps. Bakugou was trained by Jeanist too and so you cannot hide from him.

Not that you’re trying to. Not that anything Jeanist taught would help him anticipate your dropped shoulder and open palms coming for him in a head on collision. You’re just as hot-headed as he is if a little shit talk riled you up this much.

Before Bakugou can tackle, you have dove flat underneath of him and grabbed his bicep with those ever-ready fists Jeanist tried to teach him to use. He’s thrown through the air with his own momentum and over your head faster than his heart can beat again. With your fists you pull, with your knees you push, and with two feet planted firm you sling him over your shoulder and sprawled onto the ground a few paces away. You are at his throat before he can blink.

“I am not a coward,” you hiss and hold a hand across his neck in clear victory.

Your prince watches the shape your lips make when you’re biting your cheek like he’s never seen anyone do it before. And the forest fire behind dark lashes. “No,” he breathes.

Aizawa’s knees crack when he stands and normally a few men would giggle, but every eye is on the foreign prince and his secret weapon. “Most deaths on the battlefield happen through carelessness.” The Master is probably pointing and lecturing but all Bakugou hears is the pulse in your chest and the crackle sand makes when sweat drips from the soft parts of your body. You blink to the crowd for a second.

“You should all remember your lessons from Aldera today on the element of surprise.”

“Rematch,” your prince grins. His arms fly above his head and he brings them down faster than you can get away, trapping your limbs against you and flipping you onto your back, much to the entertainment of the audience who, along with startled Aizawa, have forgone the lesson.

He pins your wrists above your head to keep them from gouging his eyes out and pushes hard on your thighs with his hips. A full body hold.

“Cheater!” Uraraka boos.

You think so too because you send a knees straight between his legs. With your speed he can only dodge one strike at a time so when he shifts to block, you pull your arms back in tight. He’s lost fights before, spars against Kirishima and the rest, but he’s only lost to unmatched brute force or poor magic pairings.

When he falls forward, you bow away and wrap an arm around his neck to trap him flat against you with a grunt. Cradle his back with your hips. Lock your arms tight around his throat and taunt him with easy breath over the shell of his ear. It’s been an awfully long time since he’s had to think in a fight. If either of you could hear over the blood in your heads you’d be charmed by the excitement of Aizawa’s men.

“Three out of five,” your prince wheezes and before you can utter your huh, he leverages his weight to roll onto his knees and without any of the gentleness he cautioned before, jerks forward to throw you over his head.

Your grip does soften but not because he’s caught you by surprise. It’s so you can lock your legs around his neck instead of your arms and twist him, writhing, back onto the ground beneath you. His weight won’t help him here. Magic might not make a difference either.

Bakugou has tucked a hand beside his neck to keep you from knocking him out and grunts with two squeezed cheeks between your thighs. The tighter you squeeze, the slower he moves because you’re not the only one with tricks. Think about the body like armor. He snakes his hand through the sand to hide the noise and grabs at the crease where your thigh meets your hip with thick vicegrip fingers. You shudder around him instead of yelping and his heart swells, half at the sound, and half at the opening he’s made.

Slipping out of your hold and back onto his feet where you no longer have the advantage in flexibility or wrestling, he spits sand and gravel. “Ticklish?”

You’re already on your feet just two strikes’ distance away and Bakugou’s heart does something different than beat this time, because you wipe the blood from your split lip and grin. Big and cheesy. Your eyes crinkle like he always imagined they might.

“Four out of seven?”

“Count to ten,” his mother instructed fifteen years ago. “Katsuki, don’t let go of her.”

“Mm.”

She hoisted her beautiful cape over your shoulders beside one another and promised to be right back with clean clothes. The King and Jeanist had scattered in search of the doctor.

“What’s your name?”

You didn’t answer. A gash in your eyebrow had started to swell.

He squeezed your little hand tighter, “You’re at my house.”

“is my mother okay?”

He never could have guessed what the bloodsoaked puppy in his autumn carriage would turn into. That your eyes would go as big as the moon under his magic or that you would love his library and chat with the wind through open windows instead of eating with everyone in the Hall.

This time he is flat on chest and you have both his arms bent behind him tight at the elbow. Aldera doesn’t excel in shit, you excel, in everything. You protect his kingdom on a whim like a brooding dragon.

“I’m unarmed,” Bakugou winces, smiling.

You huff lightheartedly, “me too,” and thumb over the callouses magic made in his palms.

He does not notice because you are a distraction, the tumult stirring in the castle behind you. He cannot understand his heart’s frustration at your warm fingers against his own.

Others notice before he does. You certainly beat him to it.

“What was that?”

“What? Tired already?” He coos and snaps his biceps away from you like he probably could have done this whole time. Your prince is too distracted by everything that makes you– his odd little dragon– neatly trimmed nails and shiny scars like lace sprinkled across every part of your body. The thin line in your eyebrow. The cursed smell of the sea that still clings to your hair and the sweet sour of sparring all morning. He rolls back and bursts to his feet to coax you into another round.

You’re not quite paying attention. For the first time this morning you take your eyes off of him and pebbles drop in his chest because maybe not even a dragon can heal overnight, but you are not in the same daze as yesterday. Your fingers twitch like you’re remembering how to hold something as you rise to face him again– facing but glaring at something through him.

“Down Highness,”

Which is, all in all, a terrible omen because you only look the way you do now when you’re preparing to kill someone you are certainly not supposed to.

Bakugou snaps around when the doors of the soldier’s quarters explode from their hinges in hellfire.

If the flames had been blue, they might not have been able to stop you. An intruder looms in the smoke of his destruction in the seconds before charging but you are already between Bakugou’s legs and out the other side before he can finish the syllables of your name, diving for a discarded handaxe from earlier duels and leaping– arms crossed over your face to shield from fire– as guard and executioner.

“Wait!”

“Majesty?!”

“Y/n!” With her half suit of armor and two biceps braced at her shoulder, Uraraka crashes into you and destroys your momentum before you can get one good step off the ground. Two guards collide. One is smashed flat across the training room floor.

The intruder does not stop and wouldn’t have flinched if you took his head; he is the most despicable man after all, undeterred by evil or the stench of death.

“Attention whore,” Bakugou spits as Enji Todoroki clears the floor in a wake of screaming flames his soldiers can barely escape. Magic from Aizawa doesn’t refill your prince’s veins fast enough to stop the immolating man from knocking him four good lengths and picking him up again by the front of his tunic in his giant stride. He’s huge. And he’s set himself on fire in his fury.

“Majesty, stand down!”

“Which Alderan rat set fire in the North Wing?” He roars as the prince shakes sand from his hair.

Bakugou bares his teeth so sharp the crowd worries he might bite. He’s close enough to. “Can’t even do absentee father right.”

You are struggling in a poor match between Aldera’s strongest soldier and Takoba’s lightest. No matter what hold or jerk you attempt, trying to escape from Uraraka is like screaming underwater. “I’m sorry!” She groans, mostly at the pin she uses to hold you but also at the fire that hops just out of reach of her greaves. No one remembers the might of the mellow apprentice until she stops smiling. Before you hit the ground your ax soared into the air with a life of its own– it’s still there now. It spins rapidly in its trapped momentum but still floats, harmless, up towards the glass ceiling.

“Highness!” You grunt and Uraraka apologizes again, and again after you try to break her nose with a weightless headbutt.

“I’ll put down your yapping dog and light up every rat infesting my castle,” the King is almost foaming. Bakugou itches at the prospect of a fight.

“Declaration of war, old man?”

“Enough!”

It’s not an accident that you escape– that Uraraka softens– as the princess appears in the arena. The intruder tosses your prince away before sparks can ignite his hellish beard and swings hard at the new voice. You barrel into her. You like a shield and poised in seconds to take his arrogant hand with a shortsword.

You couldn’t possibly know who this is. No one could have guessed he would return, today or at all. Bakugou could only pray that he died at sea long ago.

Mountains of soldiers ready at your back, archers trained on the new man’s neck, hesitant faces twisted with contradiction in every flow of movement– drawing weapons, dashing to the scene, racing to protect their princess and still somehow hesitating– before the giant hand freezes, and you with it, before your sword can cleave it off at the wrist. The flames disappear.

“She said, enough,” Aizawa barks. It’s not a shout, it’s something much more terrible, something like poison. It’s horrible enough to back away with the princess kept tight between your shoulders as the Master approaches. The intruder is not less intimidating without fire. They both glare. Four dozen soldiers watch.

Fuyumi hollers, “I gave the North Wing order!” over your arm when you won’t let her push forward and then your skin prickles at the grating of a voice you hoped was knocked unconscious, safe but out of the way, on the other side of the room.

“No she fucking didn’t,” Bakugou growls, and it’s everything you can manage to keep a hotheaded princess and a live grenade behind the cover of your back. Your prince presses forward, “I’ll burn down this whole fuckass seashell to keep my people warm.”

“Not helping!” Uraraka hisses with a group of her men racing to pat out pockets of flame before they catch on piles of padding. It wasn’t meant to.

The pit is an echo of heartbeats and rapid breathing. Half of the soldiers frozen in their attempt to stop you from killing their King and the other half frozen, now with fear, in their attempt to help. Fuyumi stares at her father through the adjoined shoulders of the Alderan prince and his Captain.

The King looms over the Master with his hands set in fists. No matter how intimidating he tries to be, he is still extinguished. “It was your job to protect my kingdom.”

Aizawa bristles at the insinuation.

“I have been rotting at sea for the sake of this kingdom and you can’t keep a single rat away from–”

“We weren’t expecting you, Majesty.”

“Would you have done a better job if I penned you a letter? Like a yearning fucking maiden.”

“It’s been eleven years.”

Bakugou knows what he’s doing. Keeping the King from exploding again, but it’s everything he can do to stay beside you on the sidelines and listen without exploding himself. Enji Todoroki looks like shit now that the fire has died down. Expensive shit. A thousand yards of now-ruined silk wrapped and spooled around and over his open chest. Blue and silver as far as the eye can see. What has he been doing for a decade? The belt at his hips drools with obscene wealth. A decorative sword Bakugou would like to see buried in his guts.

What do you think of him? This King. He’s half-giant and half-sea mad already, a waste of muscle and trimmed always in fire. His hair and beard, the ridges of his fingertips that singed round shapes into the collar of his tunic. Bakugou makes a note to ask you about it later, if not just for an excuse to poison another Alderan against him. Not that it would take much push. When he looks down at you, the torchlight behind your eyes flickers furiously with thought.

The King takes one more look around the room when he decides he can’t win in a staring match with Aizawa. “Your Masters never taught you to kneel?” He seeths at his jumbled soldiers and the room immediately scrambles to the ground. You don’t flinch. Shinsou crosses his arms beside his master and Uraraka lays flat on her back in exhaustion some ways off. The King takes his satisfaction with a suck of his teeth and storms back across the room through the doors he destroyed. Fires still hop in the hallway beyond.

You don’t take your eyes off his shape even after it’s gone, “Was that..”

“My father,” Fuyumi answers quickly and equally as distant as you.

“Forgive me, princess.”

“Better luck next time.”

Bakugou watches you both somewhat frozen together, staring after fire, and moves before he’s thought out the action. Your knuckles are white on the sword you still raise.

“Stand down,” he murmurs as his hand wraps around yours. You are so strange. You both know too much. At his touch your weapon drops immediately through your fingers to the floor.

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Pickpocket

Summary: You've successfully managed to pickpocket a fortune. While you're fantasising about the things you could do with so much money, you're dragged away by the royal guards to face the wrath of Prince Katsuki.

Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader

A/N: I wanted to complete the story within this chapter, but it got too long. See you in the next chapter!

Part 1; Part 3

You opened the coin bag you had pickpocketed from the mysteriously covered stranger, your jaw dropping to the floor when you saw it was filled to the brim with gold coins. It looked like you had just stolen someone's life savings.

Your parents and siblings knew that apart from the hunts you went on and did not make much from, you often went out to pickpocket, something you often got scoldings for. But the few extra silvers that you managed to get lightened the weight on your parents' shoulders to some extent. It was usually just a few coppers and silvers you stole. How were you going to explain this fortune you pickpocketed?

While you were in the middle of counting the coins, your youngest brother decided to come into your room, gaping at the gold on your desk, "Y/n, what is that?! Did you just hunt a super rare creature or something?"

"You know the only thing available in these forests is rabbits and birds or deer if we're lucky," a mischievous glint flashed in your eyes, "I pickpocketed this."

"You're unbelievable," He shook his head, picking up a coin, which you snatched, "With that much gold, we'll be able to eat three times a day, buy a horse and a carriage, new clothes and a whole castle!"

You smiled at the youngest. It wasn't enough to tend to all his dreams, but it still made you happy knowing you could at least feed your family and get a few needed household items. However, your fantasies were short-lived when you heard a series of heavy knocks on the front door.

"I'll go see who it is." You went to see who it was to find your father had already answered the door. You froze when you saw five hulking royal guards talking to your father. You didn't need to step forward and talk to them to know this was about you.

Who was the person you pickpocketed? Perhaps a noble or someone close to the royal family? Sweat rolled down your neck when one of the guards caught your eye. He matched in past your father, squinting at your face, "Oi, she's the one we're looking for!"

"Me? What could I have possibly done?" You innocently batted your eyelashes.

"Don't pretend like you don't know why. You stole from the prince." The guard spat.

"Y/n? Is this true?" Your father asked. Your face drained of colour. That person you stole from was the prince? You even insulted him! God, you were in a shit ton of trouble.

"I found the coins!" One of the guards exclaimed from behind you, coming out of your room with your brother, hitting the guards back with closed fists to give the money back.

"Stay off, brat. This is not yours. It belongs to the royal family." The guard kicked your brother in the gut, sending him flying away. You growled at him, pouncing at him with a fist ready.

"Don't you dare touch him!" You yelled, swinging your fist at his face. Before the punch could land, another guard kicked you in the side, sending you crashing into a wall.

"Now you're in trouble not only for stealing but also for trying to harm a royal guard," One of the guards took you by the arm, pulling you to your feet, "Prince Katsuki will see to you personally."

"Like I give a rat's ass!" You spat, thrashing as the guard held your hands behind you. Another guard tried getting your legs to stop flailing but got his jaw bruised instead. Your family was huddled together in a corner, timidly watching you try to pry away from the guards.

"Get off me!" You yelled as you got dragged away and got tied onto a horse with your mouth and hands tied so the guards wouldn't have to listen to your constant yelling and complaints.

Once at the ginormous castle, two guards held you by your arms, dragging you inside. You shuddered when you felt the cold from the marble floor travel up your spine. You must've lost your shoes when the guards yanked you around.

"Mind your manners when in the presence of the prince." One of the guards said, his fingers digging into the flesh of your arms. You shot him a glare, trying to free your arm from his grip. What was the point of bruising your arms when your hands were already tied behind you?

The doors to the throne hall were opened, and the guards dragged you inside, forcing you to your knees so you were bowing low. When they let your head lift from the floor, you dared to look up.

There he was, Prince Katsuki, sitting on the prince's chair beside the King's and Queen's throne, blood-red eyes mindlessly boring into you. All that you heard about the prince was true-- stunning crimson eyes, spiky ash-blonde hair, and flawless skin. Behind his lethal beauty was evident rage and fury.

Bakugo could see your gaze wavering between the floor and him as you tried to keep that sassy and brave front. Your hair was in a mess, and your clothes were dirty from being pushed and kicked around. He told his guards not to use force, and here you were, looking like you fell into a wrestling pit. The guards standing behind you didn't look any better, with scratches and bruises on their faces.

"Your Royal Highness," One of the guards behind you said, "This woman not only stole from you but also put up a fight with us."

"Care to explain?" Bakugo rasped.

"Your guard kicked my ten-year-old brother in the stomach. Was I supposed to stand and watch?" You snarled at the prince, your teeth bared. Bakugo's eyes shifted to the guards, demanding an answer.

"Y-Your Highness, the child was clinging to my back and-"

"So you kicked him." Bakugo cut him off, standing up and coming down the steps that lead to the thrones, stopping in front of you, "Get out, all of you. I'll deal with you later."

"But, Your High-"

"Now."

You gulped once the guards were gone, and although you hated them, you wished they'd stay since being alone with the prince made you feel like you were going to get slaughtered like a lamb. You held his gaze from your position on the floor, not letting your fear slip through your eyes.

"Stand." He ordered.

"Are one-word sentences all you know to speak, princeling?" You smiled at him with sickly sweet poison. "I really like it on the floor. It's comfortable."

You let out a gasp when he suddenly pulled you to your feet, the fabric of your shirt balled in his fist, his maroon eyes dangerously close, "Watch who you're talkin' to, sweetheart," he growled, his voice reverberating in his chest, "I could throw you in prison forever, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

"Must be fun being a spoiled prince, eh." Bakugo looked down at your devilish grin. Weren't you afraid of him one bit? Prison was the place every little thief like you went to, but something about you stirred amusement and another mysterious feeling deep within him. It wasn't every day he got to see a brat like you roast a prince right at his face and take on five guards at once.

"Besides," you went on. "I'm going to go to prison anyway. I might as well strut in there with a show."

"You have some nerve speaking to me like that," He scowled, letting your shirt go, "You ain't going to prison."

"Huh?"

"Yer servin' three months at the castle." He said. "And if I find you snooping around and stealing, I'm chopping your ugly fingers off."

"I'm not scrubbing your dishes and sweeping your damn floors." You scoffed. "Throw me in prison instead."

"Does that pretty little mouth of yours ever shut up, or does it have a fucking answer to everything?" Bakugo glared at you. You had some guts rejecting his orders like he was some commoner you'd known all your life.

"I'm not working at the castle, and that's final." You said firmly.

A hint of fear flashed in your eyes when Bakugo bared his teeth at you, approaching you with slow strides. You kept backing away until your back was pressed into the doors behind you, your chest tightening when you saw his hand rest on the hilt of the sword dangling from his side.

He lowered his head to your level, roughly grabbing your chin and making you look into his eyes. When you tried to shift to the side, he put an elbow on the door, trapping you. Looking into his deep red eyes, you felt your heartbeat quicken, knots forming in your stomach.

"I'm the one who decides what your punishment is. Do not forget that," he purred into your ear. You almost shivered. His voice was supposed to be scaring you, not making your heart race, "Either you work here for three months or get your hands cut off."

He pulled away, smirking down at you satisfyingly. He could tell you were flustered as you glared daggers at him, "Am I clear?"

Your gaze shifted down to the floor, "Yes."

He called for the servants to take you to the servant quarters and get the filth cleaned off you. You sat in an unnecessarily big tub filled with warm water as the other servants scrubbed your body raw. You blankly let them, still trying to process what on earth had just happened. After your bath, you were forced into a night suit that would have been considered low quality for the royals and nobles, but it was more expensive than anything you ever owned.

"What kind of punishment is this?" You muttered, lying on the comfortable bed in your new room.

It was a very big punishment.

It all started going down from the moment you woke up. The head maid scolded you for not waking up early enough and rushed you into the kitchen, where you got yelled at by the chef for not washing the dishes quickly enough.

"What are you even good at?!" He yelled, pushing you aside when you somehow managed to burn the stew he made. All you were supposed to do was stand and watch it.

"I'm good at hunting." You mumbled.

"Too bad you're not here for hunting," He gave you a sour look as he diced up the ingredients to remake the stew.

After the dishes were done, you were handed a mop and a bucket to sweep the great hall. You took a deep breath, stepping into the thankfully empty great hall. It was just mopping the floor. You wouldn't mess this up, right?

As you mopped the floor, you tried convincing yourself this was better than rotting in the prison for who knows how long. You just wanted to go back to bed and let your poor back rest, but it was still only the afternoon. Sighing, you stepped towards the water bucket to dip the mop inside, accidentally knocking the bucket in the process. You deadpanned, tears forming in your eyes. This castle brought nothing but bad luck.

You cringed when the soapy water soaked into the long red carpet that led up to the King's and Queen's thrones. You turned around in horror when you heard the doors to the great hall open, slipping and falling to your ass. The fact that it was the prince that opened the doors only made things worse.

"Are you okay there?" A red-haired man asked, stepping forward.

"M' fine." You mumbled, slipping down again when you tried standing again.

"Looks like someone's having a great time," The prince snickered. If he wasn't a prince you'd have slapped him in the face to wipe away that mean smirk. You scowled at him, stopping when you saw a hand in front of your face. It was the red-haired man looking down at you with a warm grin. You noticed he had interesting sharp teeth. You put your hand in his, letting him hoist you up.

He inspected your face for a second and then looked at Bakugo, raising an eyebrow. You were the very same girl Kirishima saw bump into Bakugo yesterday. He was sure Bakugo said that you were a pickpocket, then what were you doing here in the servant's attire?

"Go get someone else to clean it since you clearly can't," Bakugo ordered. You clenched your jaw at him, grabbing a fistful of your dress. Why did he have to be so mean and harsh with his words? You would have loved to hit his head with the mop but knew better than to give in to your intrusive thoughts. You stormed past him and got some rags to clean up the mess you made.

Once Kirishima was sure you were out of earshot, he turned to Bakugo, "Why is she here, prince?"

"Serving three months in the castle for stealing, hurting five guards and being a brat," Bakugo replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Couldn't you have put her to prison instead?"

"Tch, are you trying to tell me what to do?"

"No, my prince."

Bakugo sighed, turning his back to Kirishima, eyes plastered to the floor, "Her family has been struggling with basic necessities," he said after a moment of silence. "I learnt that her father had a fabric business before the war started, but his shop burnt down during the war. He hasn't been working ever since."

Kirishima blinked at Bakugo, baffled he had delved so deep into someone's background. "A lot of people are still suffering even though it's been years." He said.

"Yeah," Bakugo agreed. "She lives in a pretty shitty neighbourhood, too, now."

"Is there something that can be done to help?" Kirishima asked.

"I've already done what I could." Bakugo grunted, "They ain't gotta worry about rations. I talked to Father about it, and he agreed to send monthly rations to the entire neighbourhood."

"That's nice," Kirishima smiled. He had a feeling you not only stole Bakugo's money at the weekend market yesterday but also accidentally stole his heart.

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