MHA Headcannons, Oneshots and More

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

[A.N: I have no idea what kind of an AU this is, but it's sort of a cross between medieval and dystopian. I've been thinking of making a Bakugou x reader for a while and I had no idea what to do and then I thought of this. Since I have a very active imagination, this one's been floating around for quite some time even before I started this book.. Anyways, enough about me. Let's get on with it.]

Second person-

It was dark outside, the moon overhead was the only source of light you had sneaking out of your house. In just a mere couple of weeks, you were to be married off in an arranged marriage. Of course, you never wanted that, which was why you were running away.

Cautiously, you slipped out your bedroom window, doing your absolute best not to make a sound. You had with a you a sack of some of the things you were taking with you. Inside was a change of clothes, your favorite book, some bits of food you stole from the kitchen, and the little bit of money you had. It wasn't much, but it was what you had.

Your family wasn't necessarily the most well off, but you weren't poor either. Your parents were kinda stingy and cheap, never really buying things of good quality.  

You sat on the edge of your window sill, letting the cool night air wash over your face. You took one last look at your room before shoving off and quietly landing on the soft desert sand. You slipped around the corner of your house, keeping your head below the windows so you wouldn't bee seen by your parents or your nosey neighbors. A sudden thought burst into your mind, 'What if those stories are true? What if they find me and take me?'

Those so-called 'stories,' you've heard them a thousand times each. In fact, you could recite them by heart. But one you've been told more than the others was a precautionary tale. Legend has it, when someone runs away from home (especially young girls) they'll be kidnapped and taken into camps where they're forced to carry out laborious tasks. Very few are lucky to escape with their lives. Most end up dying soon after they're taken. Those who die off so quickly usually die of heatstroke or dehydration. It was never a pretty sight.

You shook your head. They wouldn't find you and take you away. You were much to clever and quick. But if they did catch you, you weren't going down without a fight.

'But it's just a story,' you thought. 'Those people don't really exist.'

You looked up. The sky was clear and you could see many stars. The full, white moon shone almost as brightly as the sun. You started to head down the road, the one leading out of your village. When you reached the gates, you took one final look of the place you were leaving behind. You held on to the straps of your sack tightly, forcing yourself to look away and move on.

That is, until someone jumped you from behind.

You tried to fight them off, but they were too strong for you. They put a bag over your head and knocked you out.

When you came to, you woke up in some kind of wagon. Your head felt like it was pounding. You gingerly reached up to feel the swollen knot on the side of your head. It really hurt. Then you started hearing whispers.

"She's awake!"

"Move back, give her some space."

"Is she okay?"

"Who is she?"

You opened your eyes all the way and you were slightly blinded with how bright it was. You were in a wagon with other girls of various ages. A girl who looked to be about eighteen or so with long dark hair knelt by your side. She had a small bowl with a cream colored liquid. It was steaming, but it smelled really good.