A/N: H/L is hair length, E/C is eye color, and H/C is hair color.
~N/N stops at the sight of St. Petersburg in front of her. Her heartbeat quickened and felt sudden excitement and exhilaration flow through out her veins. She was ready. For anything. Hell, she could probably take on the world right about now. For now she just had to go in and get herself to France, no matter what.
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N/N and Izuku made it into town and just arrived at the train station.
"Next!"
N/N steps up to the window.
"One ticket to Paris, please."
The ticket agent gruffly asked "Exit visa?"
"Exit Visa?"
'What in the world is that?'
"No exit visa, no ticket!"
The ticket agent hangs a "LUNCH BREAK" sign on his booth and slams his shutters in N/N's face. The rest of the row of windows does the same thing.
N/N sighs in defeat. This was harder then she thought it would be. Saddened she sits down for rest and pets Izuku's head.
A young woman with dark turquoise hair approaches N/N and sits beside her.
"Hi!"
"Oh hello"
"Do you want to hear a joke?"
"Um sure?"
"Ok ready? Knock, knock."
"Um, who's there?"
"Interrupting sheep."
"Interrupting sheep wh-"
"BAAHHH!!!!" The lady made a weird sheep goat noise, which made N/N laugh.
"Sorry"
"No, no, no it's ok. That's what jokes are made for right? To make people laugh!" The woman said grinning. "I just noticed you looked down so I just wanted to lift that frown up side down!"
"Thank you it was really nice of you to-"
Where ya headed?
"Oh uh well... I'm going to Paris!" N/N finished the last part of her sentence with confidence but it trails off. "Well...was...going..."
*gasps* "Paris! Oh I've heard it's such a wondrous place! Are you going there once they get back or..."
N/N sighs "No. It turns out I need a "exit visa" or whatever that is. Unless I have one, then I don't think I can get on that train...."
The women thought for a moment, then suddenly a idea popped into her head.
The woman brings N/N toward the back of the room and started to whisper "Go to the old palace and find Bakugou...he can help."
"Who?"
She pulls away and talks normal but low. "Bakugou, go to him, he can solve your ticket problem. Other wise your stuck here, also you dont remember me telling you this ok?"
"Uh, ok..."
"Now go, go, go, go, and good luck getting to Paris!"
The woman escorts N/N out of the station. Just as she was about to leave..."
"Wait!"
The blue haired woman twirled around to face her.
"I just want to know your name and thank you for your kindness, if that's all right..."
"No worries just call me Miss. Joke!"
"Oh ok Miss. Joke. Thank you"
"No problem. See ya! And good luck!"
"Thank you, you to!"
N/N and Izuku run off to find the destination Miss Joke had told her about. While doing that N/N kept thinking of what to say to this Bakugou person she was supposed to meet.
"Hmm, Bakugou...."
She wondered. What did he look like? What was he like? How old was he? Why does his name sound familiar to her? She kept thinking of questions but decided to think about them later as she marched onward.
"Well Izuku let's go get that Visa!"
Somewhere else then where N/N and Izuku are, Bakugou and Kirishima were sitting inside a small theater, at a large table. On top of the table are stacks of resume's and papers with names crossed out. The enormously long list of names in front of Bakugou gave him a headache. He's been here all day and yet no girl has had that spark hes been looking for. He was exhausted. Kirishima crossed a name out leaving two more uncrossed.
"Next"
A young girl with vine green hair and dark eyes steps up. She looked nice but looked nothing like the princess. ( different appearance for the girl if u look like her)
"Grandmama! It's me Y/N! And I've returned home to you! I-" She acted out her lines. Bakugou was not buying it.
"Nice, nice, very nice, yeah...it would work...."
The girl stopped. Her eyes widened.
"Except, one, you look Nothing like the real Princess Y/N and two....How old are you?
"Sixteen"
"Well to fucking bad shes supposed to be eighteen Next!" Bakugou shouted.
The girl pouted and walked off the stage. Kirishima looked at Bakugou.
"Dude! You need to chill. You've been picky since this morning and so far we still don't have a girl! Not even on our mabey list! Why-"
He was cut off.
"Because she has to be perfect ok!? Shes supposed to be eighteen now and has H/L, H/C hair, unless she changed it, and has E/C eyes! That and....and..." he stopped. Why was he being so picky?
He groans in frustration. He quickly makes up his sentence and says "She has to be fucking perfect in order to get the Empress to really fall for it."
Kirishima nods and continues writing.
"Next please!" Kirishima yelled out this time.
The Princess Y/N wannabe steps into the spotlight on stage with a coat wrapped around them. But as soon as she let's it fall down to the ground it was a definite no. For a first glance, she was not right for the roll.
"Grandmama, it's me Princess Y/N....."
She says in a low husky voice. She sways her hips and brings out a smoke pipe.
Both boys stare at the sight.
Bakugou stands up and leaves while Kirishima groans and puts his head down on the table and whimpers. "Oh brother."
Bakugou goes and gets his bag and walks outside. He digs in his bag and brings out the music box. He sighed.
A/N: eeeee yay! Ok I know. Bakugou is kinda opt but again trying to go along with both sides here! And if you want any characters being played a specific role from bnha then please feel free to comment in the comment section and let me know!😊
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Bakugou x reader Anastasia Au
FanfictionY/N never knew much about her past or where she came from. All she had was a necklace that only had one clue of where she could find all the answers to her past from. Paris. While on her journey Y/N is joined by a sly con artist, Katsuki Bakugou, hi...
