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Dabi is the type of bull rider who climbs onto the stands and does a backflip back into the arena after a good ride, Bakugou is the kind who thumps on his chest and yells at the crowd, encouraging them to get louder

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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When He Lost It

Summary: Your husband has always kept from you the fact that he’s an outlaw, always told himself it was to keep you safe. He always comes home to you after a job, never worries. But then his past catches up to him and he loses everything. My piece for @myherokatsuki​ ‘s ‘A Familiar Face’ Collab!! (sorry it took me so long hon)

Genre: angst without comfort

CW: reader death, mentions of torture, blood, angst, cuts, wounds

Word Count: 1,192

Dabi knows something is wrong long before he comes upon your shared home, tucked deep into the woods, away from law and outlaws alike. He’d stumbled upon the cabin a little while before you’d gotten married and spent the coming weeks staking it out, ensuring you’d be safe and unbothered here whenever he was gone. Finding the old place had been a blessing in disguise as he worked out how to tell you about what he really did, who he really was, too afraid to see the love in your gaze turn away from him in horror.

He knows the hidden trail like the back of his hand, knows the tell-tale signs that you’re awake and busy keeping your home flourishing. Welcomes the familiar feeling of relief that washes over him, knowing he’s safe here and can wash his hands of all the blood he’s spilled, at least for a little while.

But there’s no smoke coming from the chimney as he rounds the bend, no dog barking out a warning as it runs to greet him a few feet inside the treeline, and your horse is missing from the paddock next to the kitchen window when your home finally comes into view.

He doesn’t realize how wrong things are until he sees the blood on the front porch steps, panic overtaking him as he spurs his horse into a run to close the distance and practically leaping off, stumbling in his rush to burst into the house.

He didn’t expect the door to be hanging off a single hinge, and his hand shoots for his gun when it topples over with a crash. He tries to calm his breathing, but fear has a tight grip on his heart, and he can’t seem to get enough air in.

“Darlin’?” he calls out shakily, eyes tracing the blood spatters that seem to be spread everywhere, all over the broken furniture and shattered plates as he passes the kitchen. He keeps one gun poised in front of him when he starts up the stairs, swallowing back bile when he sees the large puddle of blood on the top step.

He’s never been the praying man, but at that moment, he does. Silently, he begs for it not to be yours. Begs any higher being that maybe the dog got hurt by something wild, panicked, and ran around before you could catch him. Or perhaps someone did get in, but you were tough enough to handle it, and he’d find you huddled in the closet, teeth bared and ready to protect yourself. He prays all the way to your bedroom, the air rushing out of his lungs at the sight of the door removed from the frame, leaning against the wall.

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katsuki loves you. from the bottom of his heart, he does. he loves how you help so many people, even without realizing it. he loves the way you're so unbelievably contagious, cheering up your friends when they're not feeling their best selves. and he feels so fuckin' grateful that you chose him to share your existence with.

you save so many people. you tell them to take care of themselves. you listen, and lend a hand to those in need when they need it most.

but what katsuki can't stand - what he fuckin' hates seeing the most - is you refusing to lend yourself that helping hand.

you don't hesitate to take care of anyone... so why is it so hard for you to take care of yourself?

you think you hide it well; you think nobody can see that you're truly, silently suffering. but none of this is fooling him. he's too perceptive for that. he catches you one night, completely offguard while you're crying.

katsuki's quick to envelop you in the tightest of hugs. his fingers, gently thread through your hair. he shoves your face into the crook of his neck, and there's absolutely no way you can escape his embrace now. no way you can possibly hide from him. and before he speaks, with the softest voice you've ever heard, he kisses your temple, tenderly like lovers do. like they should do.

"let me help you," he says, feeling your poor body shaking in his arms. "i want to take care of you."

you haven't heard kinder words in such a long, long time, it's powerful enough to shake you out of your sobbing and leaves you ultimately frozen.

"please," he pleads. and katsuki never says 'please.' "teach me how to love you. let me save you when you can't. and don't give me that, 'i'll be fine,' bullshit."

he pulls back to look you in the eye, his forehead pressing flush to yours. nose to nose.

"don't you fuckin' get it? you're all i have," his voice, so used to commanding with confidence and barking orders, croaks underneath hidden pressure, and cracks.

"you're the most important person in my life, dumbass," his throat bobs as he swallows. "and i don't ever wanna lose you."

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Do you have a favorite kind of yandere that you like to create? Like when it comes to their personality and maneurisms, especially concerning their beloved?

nah, ive got several types that i like (this list probably won't be comprehensive)

cold, calculating yans. they seem so cool and composed, particularly towards anyone but their darling. but around their darling, their composure slips a little. they become just a little warmer, a little more desperate...they're very good at hiding just how much of a simp they are

tough guy yans. they seem all cool and uncaring, rough and mean...but they're soft for their darling. in public they keep up the uncaring facade, but they will pummel any rivals into dust

the silent, off-putting yans. they don't speak much (or at all), and their presence is often incredibly uncomfortable for their darling. these yans are one of the ones most prone to stalking. while they act docile for their darling, any potential threat is dealt with swiftly and brutally

soft, sweet yan who only wants what's best for their darling. is a huge sweetheart to their darling, but stars help whoever tries to get in the way. can keep up that sweet mask around their loved ones and friends, but there's a ton of bitterness underneath for any potential rivals

best friend yans. they've been beside their darling for years, they're the confidant, the rock, the shoulder to cry on. they feel as though they are the closest to their darling, and no one could ever come between them. they fully plan on marrying their darling someday

there are many ship dynamic memes out there but strikingly low amount of polyam ones so i made two variants for ot3 and ot4 

 a lot of this is taken from pre-existing templates so i take no credit but i’d love to see if anyone uses them!