Your eyes snap open, and you shoot up to a sitting position.A cold sweat covers you.
Was that all a dream? You ask yourself. You look around, and find yourself in yet another unfamiliar place. It looks like the inside of a hut, or tent maybe? You attempt to stand up, but find yourself being pulled down by your arms. You look down to see your wrists are bound together, and tethered to a wall post.
"Oh shit."
Normally you would start screaming, and struggling in response. But your injuries are still severe. Which in turn, prevents you from doing either. Leaning your head against the wall you decide to look around.
The hut is dimly lit with a small lantern hanging near what you presume is the entrance. There seems to be a sleeping pallet, and small chest on the wall across from you; but there's not much else besides that.
You can hear the sounds of bugs chirping, and the crackling of a fire. You listen closer, and can make out faded voices. Then they start getting closer. And soon enough the flap of the hut is tossed open. A man with red spiky hair walks in. He steps right in front of you, and crouches down to meet your eye level.
"So this is the little spy we caught in our camp.״
He says, with a cocky grin.
The flap is again tossed open. This time a man with spiky ash blonde hair walks in, the same man you remember seeing before you blacked out. He looks down on you with a seemingly permanent angry scowl plastered on his face.
"So finally awake."
He barks.
"Now your gonna tell us everything about what you people were planning on doing here."
He says, stepping closer.
Your unsure if you should answer him. You have no idea what he's talking about, let alone who either of them are. So you just stare back in confusion. Still trying to process everything.
"Well answer me!"
He says, this time raising his voice
This caught you off guard, and you flinch in response. You were unsure of what to do, I mean it's not like you can fight back. Your still very wounded, and both of them look like trained fighters. The uncertainty of your situation scared you and you started to shrink back against the wall. Until you hear the red head speak again.
"I don't know bakugou she doesn't look much like a spy to me."
"Tch. Please of course she is. Why else would she have been with those teruavian mercenaries. Besides the closest village is several days away."
The blonde responds.
"I don't know man look at her face."
The red head says, motioning to you.
"That doesn't look like the face of a spy, and I should know I've taken down dozens of spies while on patrol."
He says with a slight grin.
The blonde walks closer and crouches down right in front of you. His hand reaches out and grabs your lower jaw.
He scans over your face slightly turning it to the side and back again.
" see what did I tell you"
The red head remarks.
"She doesn't have the crest."
The blonde moves your head to look you in the eye. His glowing amber eyes are intimidating as he glare at your (E/C) ones.
"Now."
"Tell me who you are."
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"The Flames of the Heart" fantasy bakugou x reader
Fanfiction(Y/N) lived in a peaceful village, hidden away from the wars that plagued the other lands. That is until the day her village is seized by violent mercenaries. By determination she manages to escape her awful fate and get out of there. Uncertain of h...
