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Omegaverse MHA/BNHA Poll Result: Katuski Bakugo

Implied female reader (specifically female Omega). Mentions of abuse, language, blood, rape, assault, cannibalism and mating.

With the uprising of villains, the Heroes of the world have congregated in a secure and highly secretive location with several country heads and Top Hero Ranking Holders of the World in the room; Japan, US, Persia, China, there are heroes from everywhere within this one room under the same roof. The room is large, considering square footage, but the sheer volume of bodies within those four walls quickly made it feel too small. Males of various body shapes were stuffed within this conference styled gathering space with various tables, chairs, and a podium; large, small, lithe, muscular, thin lean, mutant characteristics, nearly every type was represented within this room from the different countries of the world. Wolves, hyenas, lions, goats, boars…at least one member of every genus group was present. Nowadays those were rare since bloods had mixed or migrated so pure bloods were difficult to come by. However that didn’t dismiss that the power of Alphas was evolving with the times. Deep, guttural instinct lived deep within each male in existence. It was now a choice of just how much those traits were awakened and used. Having so many Alphas within such a small space was a ticking bomb though but the reason they had been summoned was one of great importance.

“The answer is simple: we need more heroes!” The statures Alpha from China barks loudly, his fist impacting the table in front of him; the scent of raw meat coming off of him that made those nearby wrinkle their noses slightly since it wasn’t the freshest. “We cannot keep losing our strongest to the villains without proper replacements or support!”

Another Alpha, a heavier set man wearing Presidential Medals and Honors from the US, snarls beneath his breath with growing anger than manifests within his rising volume as the air around him becomes tainted with fryer grease. “And what do you suggest we do about it, hm? Only Omegas can birth Supers and your country spread the green light to hunt them down to extinction level! Now there are no Omegas for anyone! Way to go, you morons!”

“Enough!”

Silence falls as a single figure moves to stand at the room, looking out across the Alphas who ranged in age and genus pool.

The man is ordinary looking, none were capable to distinguishing of which niche he belonged to, however there was an air about him that exhumed seriousness and a demand for cooperation. He rubs his forehead as silence slowly falls when silence slowly falls. “The reason we have issued a global meeting of this caliber is because there is still hope for a solution.”

In the very back of the room an Alpha hero from Egypt smelling of water lily incense leans over to speak in a whisper to the young blond Alpha from Japan who looked to be bored out of his mind. “How much you want to bet they want to do splicing or DNA transference, friend?” He rumbles with a roll of his eyes, not expecting an answer as he rights himself within his seat.

An unamused expression crosses the blond’s face, features settling into a resting scowl as he glares at the man leading the assembly meeting with narrowed red eyes. ‘Why was he even here?’ he couldn’t help but question internally. All Might had made it seem like a high honor of some sort, a challenge even, but ever since he got here there’s been only yada-yada while sitting around like a bunch of slugs! The tapping of his finger against his thigh conveyed his slow ascent into the upper range of his temper which was beginning to grow with each passing second. The hero known as “Dynamight” is an Alpha of a high temperament, lean yet powerful body, battle IQ on par with some of the older ones present, red eyes blazing from beyond the black mask covering his upper face, blond hair sticking upright in various directions.

Clasping his hands behind his back, the assembly head begins to walk from one side of the room to the other. “I’ve called you specific Alpha Heroes here today because of your genetics and genes would be most valuable in the future. As you may have noticed, all of you are also unpaired or undated up to this point, which was a requirement for what we wish to accomplish.”

The Explosive Hero scoffs beneath his breath. No wonder none of his other acquaintances were here; Midoriya was just beginning a relationship with the Beta Ochaco Uraraka, Todoroki has been offered several marriage interview proposals, don’t even get him started on Kaminari or Sero, then Kirishima recently started seeing a little foreign exchange female hero who was training beneath one of the elder Japanese heroes. Just him had been selected for this…fan-fucking-tastic.

“As the Alpha President from America has reminded us all today, only Omegas can bring Supers into the world with quirks and abilities that could be revolutionary. He has also brought up the subject of how those same Omegas were hunted to extinction.” The assembly head takes a deep inhale before continuing, a screen popping up behind him that has shaky footage of Omega hunts that used to take place all across the globe. Screams filled the air courtesy of the speakers, cries for help and various distress calls intermixing as the Omegas within the footage beg and plead for their lives. And yet not one was spared as each fell by weapon or fang or claw. “From the United States all the way to Russia to the South Pole to Canada, not a single Omega has been seen in well over ten years. They were tortured, beaten, raped then eventually devoured or killed in hunts…we know the horrors though we don’t let the public see the true extent of the truth. They simply think that these attacks were done by outbreaks of villains alone when, in fact, they were conducted then carried out by Alphas and the other niches who joined in the hunts. Alphas of this day and age carry this burden of knowledge most.” A wave of his hand turns off the screen as he fixes the assembly with a stare. “In ten years, I myself have never thought another Omega would ever be seen...but I was wrong.”

Pupils of every person present suddenly shrink as a unified conclusion was drawn before the man finished. And an uproar instantly takes the room, spreading chaos and exclamations from animalistic to manmade noises. Some were positive, a clear want and need to make amends for the crimes of the past, others were enraged or excited as if they were looking forward to partaking in similar events.

He remains calm though, raising his hands and asking for silence. “She was rescued from a villain bunker where they had been hiding her for the last ten years. None of us can fathom what they did to the poor girl and that’s where you all come in.” His spine straightens as the Alphas before him slowly return to their seats. “Omegas respond to their packs or fated mates no matter what state of mental or physical condition they are. And that’s why we have called you all here. She has been unable to speak a word or eaten a single thing since entering my team’s care. Her health is compromised at this point and the world cannot afford to lose the possible last Omega it has. The world needs Supers if the heroes are to have any chance against the villain uprisings.”

An Alpha hero from Madagascar smelling of spiced vanilla and dressed in various leaves stands with a growl, eyes narrowed. “This is an outrage! You’re expecting us to just throw ourselves at this Omega and hope for the best that we are some miraculous cure for her trauma while saving the world at the same time?! This is nothing short of Forced Breeding!”

“Think of the Omega! She deserves more than being thrown into a hole then forced to procreate just for the sake of birthing Supers!” Another Alpha bellows, this one from Argentina who gives off the scent of citrus.

Finally done with sitting back, the blond Alpha hero from Japan raises his hand to unleash an explosion that causes the entire room to shake then fall silent, his red eyes glaring at the man. “Everyone, shut the hell up and let the damn man finish. They would’ve done that by now but look around…she’s not here. Meaning there’s something else. So sit down…shut up…and listen.”

Grateful for the intervention, the man bows his head respectfully then addresses everyone in the room. “We would never suggest such a thing as Forced Breeding.” The man hurries to assure as other Alphas begin to voice their anger. “No mating will be pressured upon anyone and no one will get hurt in the process. If this were to fail, they we would resort to artificial insemination with those who are willing to offer their samples. And the young Alpha from Japan proves a valid point: she is not here. We have to take her fragile health into consideration right now. You and the young female all have a say in this matter. However we cannot simply just introduce her to you all with her current health status. So, we have a way to gauge on how you chosen Alphas will react by using this.”

Murmurs rise when he holds up a vial of clear liquid, the lights within the room catching upon the small container.

“This here is a collection of her pheromones turned into a liquid state. Those who are compatible will react positively and can be allowed to continue to the next step towards meeting her with supervision. Those who react negatively will be excused and required to leave, sworn to secrecy so that none may know of her existence.” He sighs softly when several voice questions and raises his hands. “The most we can ask for is an acceptance or gravitational pull. Simply allow your instincts to guide you; doesn’t matter how. Honesty is what we are looking for.”

Red eyes narrow further when someone asks what would be considered a negative response. He just wanted to get this over with so he could go back home to Japan. Arms crossed, he leans back in his chair so the front legs are in the air as he huffs beneath his breath.

“Any hostile action that can be considered an attack whether of the hunting or feeding kind will not be tolerated or considered for this.” The man grows serious as he stares at each Alpha in turn while raising the vial. “Those who wish to leave, do so now. I’m about to open it.”

Call it curiosity, or boredom, the blond from Japan remains seated. Might as well stick around since he’d gotten a free trip all the way out here. A small smirk raises his lips. Plus, the entertainment he’d get from watching these others would give him an insight to the competition from other nations. So far, he’s been unamused since there had been no fighting or altercations, but this could still be interesting to say the least. He remains sitting as one third of the room empties, his red eyes remaining locked upon the vial that is being showcased.

The man glances around once more as his fingers prepare to remove the stopper. “Ready?”

Everyone present nods or makes a sound of approval.

A faint hiss sounds when the airtight seal is released…and the effect is instantaneous as the pheromones within the vial quickly fill the room. Sweet yet not…spicy yet tame…filling the minds of those who were within the room with images of shifting colors like a kaleidoscope.

The man holding the vial slowly starts to walk around the assembly room, carefully watching each Alpha he passes. First starting the farthest side of the room then gradually getting closer to where a certain blond explosionist hero sat as the chair he was seated within shifts so all four of its legs were upon the floor.

He’s never smelled something like this before. No one he knew of back home had a scent even comparable to this. The tapping finger upon his thigh slows to a stop as every thought process within his mind becomes silent. In then out his breathing remained steady, a few times his red eyes closed for a few seconds then opened once more. Oddly enough the high temperament Alpha from Japan was feeling…calm. Even when the vial went past, he remained passive and dare he say peaceful. No one would recognize him in this state he’d been rendered to as his red gaze closely watched the vial’s liquid that shifted within the light.

Already most of those gathered have been removed when the vial had come close enough for them to exhibit “negative” behavior as the air fills with subtle growls or rumbles from those who remained. There was only a dozen left by the time the man placed the stopper back on the vial, his brows raised as he carefully looks to see who is left. “Alright, Alphas who are left, tell me how you are feeling. I see a handful of you are still here and reacting favorably. Don’t be shy.”

One by one each spoke of how the pheromones had caused them to feel possessive or want to claim the owner of those pheromones; natural responses as well as honest. That’s what the man had asked for. His gaze shifts over to the last who had yet to speak, the blond hero from Japan who wore a near confused expression on his face, waiting patiently for the young Alpha to speak.

“I…I felt calm. Peaceful, even, which is saying a lot for me. I’m not exactly known for being docile or easy to soothe yet smelling that was…I just…it was as if something I’ve been missing had suddenly presented itself to me and I wanted it to come closer if it chose. I wouldn’t have forced it, mind you, I wanted it to come to me… I’ve pursued a lot of things in my life but this was the first time I felt capable of leaving the choice up to…”

The man nods approvingly at this answer, faint surprise within his gaze when the blond suddenly shakes himself then snaps his head to the side. Interesting indeed. None had given an answer quite like that. Taking note of the young Alpha’s reactions, the assembly head speaks once more while addressing who was left. “We have one last test for those of you remaining.” He holds up a small recording device. “I’m about to play you the sound she made when our teams discovered her within the villain bunker. I warn you now, the second you exhibit negative or hostile behavior as we mentioned in the pheromone test…you will be removed immediately.”

A collective nod comes from those remaining, including the blond who huffs softly while closing his eyes.

The air clicks with the sound of the device’s playback button.

Heavy footfalls and familiar military conversation begins to fill the air until silence reigns once more…then…

A sound that could only be considered a ringing call of distress pierces the air that makes the pupils of everyone within the room to become slits. This cry is heartbroken, agony filled, shrill, bird-like in song interwoven with high pitched whines and chirps that are dripping with desperation and fear.

“Don’t fight it!” The man calls over the recording as the sound replays thanks to his fingers pressing the repeat button. “If you have that drive to protect her, show it! The more you fight and hide that instinct the less we understand if you’re a possible candidate!”

It was clear that nearly every man within the room was responding to the cry of distress. A call like this could earn one of two things: a predatory response that would earn ruthless attacks that would surely end the creature’s life…or a protective response to use one’s self to protect said crier.

That’s when the blond Alpha suddenly snaps when he hears those present suddenly give hunting cries in response to the recording. His temper was nowhere near becoming involved, he was deathly calm as he rises to stand and bares his sharp teeth at those present as a call of his own erupts from between his jaws. Red eyes ablaze, the young Japanese hero marches to stand before each of those who had begun to express a want to feed, his cayenne and gunpowder saturated pheromones filling the air as he meets the gaze of every single Alpha. Growls, snarls, rumbles, his voice comes out in a combination of noises between dominating demands of their submission and comforting sounds directed towards the recording whenever his gaze shifts back to the device.

A giant Alpha, a man from Germany decorated with Nordic tattoos and long beard braided with various bones as his being is dressed in furs, steps up to the younger and smaller blond, his bared teeth several sizes bigger that drip with saliva. Large, intimidating, smelling of mountains and the salty ocean along with the tang of leather, this man was not to be trifled with. He was a hunter, a ravager, and once he caught the scent of a prey worth his fangs he would not relinquish easily.

Not to be outdone, the Japanese Hero didn’t waver nor did he even flinch at the challenge. “Back. The fuck. Off. Before I make you.” He snarls lowly, growling deep within his throat enough to make his chest rumble with the vibrations as he squares off against the other Alpha with his own teeth bared. They and his muscles may not be as big however that didn’t mean he didn’t make up for it in other ways. Explosions crackles then popped across the blond Alpha’s being, filling the air with the scents of gunpowder and spicy peppers as his pheromones begin to fill the air when the German lowered his fangs so they were inches from his. “That supposed to scare me, you old sack of shit? You may be bigger but you know what they say: the bigger they are the harder they fall. It’s time for the dusty ass bones like yourself to sit back so the newer age Alphas can show you how the world should be running.”

“You better watch that smart mouth on yours, pup, before I shut it up by stuffing my fist down your throat.” The older Alpha snarls lowly.

“If your arthritis will let you by all means, let’s see you try.” A smirk raises the blond Hero’s mouth.

“Why you insolent, little—” The German breaks off when the recording repeats, obvious that his hunting drive was triggered when more saliva drips down his chin.

However even the elder Alpha suddenly found himself taking a staggering step back when an explosion of energy forced his own to recede, his head slowly bowing to the side as the Japanese Alpha released a warning that promised pain if ignored. “I’ve told you once and I’m not going to repeat myself. Stand. Down.” The blonde rumbles deeply as he steps closer to the other Alpha.

The recording stops with a press of the man’s finger as the other Alphas are escorted out of the room once they concede and bow their head slightly to the younger Alpha from Japan in submission. “I think we have our man…” the assembly leader whispers to himself as he slowly approaches the blond. “Your name is Katuski “Dynamight” Bakugo from Japan, right?”

A nod is all that can be managed as he settles back within his chair with a huff.

“Tell me the truth: did you have any inkling or drive to feed upon flesh or drink blood when you heard her cry?”

Katuski instantly growls, his expression one of anger and offense as explosions crackle along his hands. “What the fuck—No! Of course I didn’t! I’m nothing like that flea-bitten German Alpha! That’s an archaic practice that I would rather eat my own damn leg than participate.”

“Let me be straight with you since you’re the sole Alpha left.” The man’s tone becomes grave. “I asked because the Omega, this poor girl, was used not just for her female body or heats…those villains took turns feasting upon her living flesh and blood. That’s why we had to ask to make sure you don’t share in their tastes so please don’t take offense. When she became of age, they started pairing her off with some of their strongest in hopes she would birth Supers for them to raise into the next SuperVillains. However, they didn’t take into account how their lacking care of her would affect the capability of bearing the offspring they demanded. Her wounds were so severe that her body’s natural functions were sorely upon survival during her captivity that even those with hyperactive sperm couldn’t have been capable of impregnating her. The Omega’s poor heart, body, and mind were far too focused upon living than allowing any sort of opportunity for it to support another. And yet she has miraculously remained Unmarked. Those villains were either smart or stupid to not mark her as theirs but that also means that she is far more vulnerable and fragile. Omega’s are natural homemakers, they are central points of any pack or family. If they don’t establish or find their own by the time they reach a certain age…well, the last Omega who was incapable of doing so lost herself to depression and is currently within a coma at a Persian hospital.”

“Holy— You’re serious?!” Katsuki rises to stand, red eyes wide and a growl in his voice as explosions spark across his being like fireworks. He’s never known anger to this degree. This poor, innocent girl has been through hell for the past decade as a breeding machine for the villains who only treated her worse with every failed attempt to produce an offspring when she was merely trying to survive! Bloodlust unlike he’s ever known rises in the back of his throat but he swallows it down with a growl.

“Calm down, now, she is in good hands currently.” He closely watches the Japanese Alpha as he says the next part. “She’s in a secure location not too far from here. Only I know where it is and I’m prepared to take you to her.”

“Then why the hell are we wasting time here for? Take me to her. Now!”

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He was through the residence door the second the helicopter had come to a stop.

The scenery was like that of a postcard or calendar. Towering mountain peaks capped with snow, towering trees whose canopy branches disappear into the overcast sky above, the air thin but misty from the clouds drifting past. Gorgeous, beautiful of any art form yet none would do justice to the picture before him.

And yet Katsuki paid it no mind as his nostrils flared as he searched for the scent that had been within the vial from the test.

“You won’t be capable of sniffing her out.” The assembly head commends his efforts as he enters the perfectly camouflaged building that blended in with the surrounding landscape; not even aviary types would be capable of spotting this place if they were perched right on top of it. “Relax and take some deep breaths, young Alpha. Listen instead of sniffing.”

With a growl, Katsuki huffs then closes his red eyes as he levels his breathing. Damn altitude and its interference with picking up scent trails. Though that was a smart move on this guy’s part. It would ensure that she couldn’t be discovered. Meaning that for now this could be the safest place for her—

His thoughts freeze when he suddenly hears a soft breath from deep within the residence. Was that her? It had to be. Every cell in his body was starting to vibrate as his chest rumbles softly.

Without wasting another second, keeping his eyes closed so as to focus upon his hearing, the blond Alpha carefully and swiftly makes his way through the multilevel residence while paying no mind to those he passes until he comes to a stop before a door. The sounds had gotten louder, the breaths now faster, were coming from the other side. His hand quickly pressed the panel beside the door and with a soft hiss it unlocks and allows him entry.

And that’s when he saw you…laying curled up within a mountain of pillows and blankets that must have been a hastily put together Nest, your being curled within a fetal position.

You looked so fragile laying there covered in bandages that revealed just how skeletal your frame was. Brittle hair that looked as if it could just snap if the slightest pressure was applied, arms and legs so thin that they might as well be twigs, the simple dress covering your being sorely to preserve your dignity and allow ease of dressing changes or sponge baths for healing purposes revealed the full extent of the trauma you’d suffered at the hands of the villains. It was heartbreaking, seeing you staring listlessly off into space that was the nearby dome of windows that allowed you to gaze out across the scenery outside he’d paid no mind to. Your eyes were so dull, no spark of life to be seen within them as you lay upon the fabric formed Nest that had been put together by others in hope you would find comfort.

The sound of footsteps vaguely registers within your mind as a presence approaches. You’ve never felt something like this before but it was obvious that it belonged to an Alpha, that was obvious, and yet you remained unmoved from your position. Nothing interested you anymore.

Ever so faintly, almost too faint to hear, your ears pick up the faintest of rumbles coming from the figure who slowly moved within your line of sight.

Your oval pupils, which had been unfocused, slowly adjust to bring his being forward from the sea of blurs that claimed your vision. Nothing awoke within you when he lowered himself to one knee, his expression unreadable but body language relaxed as he remains at a respectable distance. But it was as your gaze met his red, finding ruby gemstone irises that shift and dance within the light as he slowly removes the black mask from his face, that your breath hitches when the motion of his hand causes you to become wafted by a small breeze that carried his scent; summertime sunshine, festival firework gunpowder, the faint taste of spicy pepper tantalizes your sinuses as you breathe in the pheromones he gave off.

Slowly, your head rises from the Nest, eyes searching his own as you use both elbows to remain somewhat upright.

His pupils dilate slightly when he sees how much your arms are shaking from supporting your weight and with quick reflexes moves forward with a gentle grasp to catch you before they can give out, a concerned and calming rumble sounding from within his throat as he helps you to sit comfortably by leaning you against the Nest’s barrier. Katuski could feel the barrier of the Nest; natural law ordained and demanded that none could enter an Omega’s private space such as this without facing consequences but you hadn’t made this particular structure so he wouldn’t suffer any major repercussions…and yet he gradually backed off once he was sure you were stable. He wanted you to be as relaxed and comfortable as possible.

The slight tilt of your head to the left makes his breath catch not because you had moved but the fact that you had tilted it in his direction was cause of him to suddenly feel a spike of adrenaline. Or was the anticipation? He didn’t know and frankly didn’t care.

Without using a single word, the gloves upon his hands were removed then tossed off to the side with his gauntlets and mask, then he offered them to you with palms facing upwards.

The choice was yours.

Would you stay…or would you go to the Alpha?

There was no indication that he wanted to hurt you. Not a single growl, nor did he bare his fangs, and this one smelled much different than any you’ve encountered. The features of his face suggested he was slightly older than you, not by much but enough that spoke of many overcome obstacles in battle and personal growth, his ruby red eyes revealing a hungry drive to prove himself but also a deeply rooted loneliness amongst the shifting gemstone shards of fierce protective and loyal flames that spark with golden flakes within his red irises.

A wave of his energy washes over you like a summer breeze, a warm shower upon the thirsty desert longing for rain, as before you realized it…

…your being had moved from the Nest and into his arms that slowly enclose around you.

Katsuki gasps when your form lightly presses against his, a soft whine sounding from him when he feels that you’re more fragile than you look, as if you’d snap if he squeezed too tightly. His cheek rests upon the top of your head as his eyes close, one hand resting upon the nape of your neck where its fingers gently massage as the other hand brings you closer until your seated comfortably within his lap, his legs crossed neatly beneath you so your own legs were draped across one of his toned thighs.

The heart in his chest threatens to break when you nuzzle your face into his neck, feeling your breathing hitching as if you were fighting back sobs. Never in his entire life had he felt this way. As if every fiber of his being was demanding he protect that which lay within his arms. Echoes of what the assembly head had said along with the footage he’d seen replaying within his mind. Your body may be weak but your soul was that of a warrior. It was strong enough to withstand the captivity within the hands of the villain Alphas. That made you admirable, within his eyes, someone more than worthy of his respect and maybe…more.

“You were very brave to survive what you went through. The fact you’re alive today shows that you have a strong will, a fighter’s spirit.” he finally manages to whisper, nuzzling your temple gently with the tip of his nose as his hand that had been at the nape of your neck carefully combs through your tresses. “…you shouldn’t have had to go through any of that and I’m sorry you did…but I want you to listen to what I say to you right here…right now…” The bend of his finger meets the underside of your chin, raising it with gentle pressure so that you were looking up at him instead of hiding within his neck. His gaze is soft, voice tender and warm, expression one of sincerity as he ever so carefully brushes the tip of his tongue along your cheekbone. “…You’ve fought your war. I promise you never have to go through that hell again. Those villains will never lay another hand on you and if one of those bastards ever even try to come near you I will tear them to shreds and pieces so small that no forensic team will find traces of them. You’re safe now…no more pain, no more suffering…not so long as I’m alive.”

Your eyes widen. Why would an Alpha of his caliber make such a promise? Surely he was demanding something in return. They all did. No act of kindness came without a price or ultimatum, that was a painful lesson you’d learned.

That thought must have shown on your face if his soft growl was anything to go by, but it wasn’t a threatening one; more of one of the frustrated nature. “No, I don’t want anything from you. I just… If anyone on this damn earth deserves to live a life of happiness, that person should be you, little one.”

Pressure suddenly takes hold of his heart when he sees a tear slip down your cheek, your eyes so wide they might just pop out of their sockets.

“O-oh, crap, I didn’t mean to make you cry! Damnit, I can’t even comfort someone right?!” One of his hands leaves your being so it can rake through his hair as he grumbles beneath a breath before bringing you even closer so that your ear is pressed against his chest. “Sorry, I’m not the greatest with stuff like this. I’m not Izuku or Kirishima who can just—” His sentence screeches to a halt when feeling you start to tremble and words give way to gentle rumbles as he tightens his hold on you. Now he could smell it…how you were trying not to fall apart, attempting not to shatter into a million pieces. Once again his warm, wet tongue gently brushes against your skin as he begins to rock you back and forth. “It takes as much strength to remain in one piece as it does to cry when the soul needs it. It’s okay…I’ve got you…go ahead…let it out…”

A quiver rises within your lips as your hands rise to cling to the costume fabric covering his chest and back.

One of his hands moves to the back of your head where it keeps you close while the other begins to rub along your spine. “I won’t let go, I swear. Nothing can touch or hurt you so long as you’re within my hold. Forget the damn world and its bullshit, just focus on this right here…you and me…no one else…just us…”

Something within you clicked, as if a bond was trying to form as you take a shuddering breath that fills your lungs with his pheromones and his energy washes over you once more. His words wrapped around you like his body did, surrounding you within warmth and serenity, shielding you from the world’s eye. Within your throat rises a choked sound. It’s been so long since you’ve used your voice that for a moment part of you wondered if you’d forgotten how to use it.

As if sensing your hesitation and sudden fear his tongue gently begins to lap at your throat in encouragement. The touches gentle, tender, sweet even as if he were attempting to help you find your voice once more…

And its when his lips meet your skin that the first of many hoarse, broken cries erupt from your throat as crystalline tears spill down your cheeks.

Unbeknownst to either of you that the assembly head and his team were closely watching the two of you, a pair of medical personnel ready and waiting for the opportune time for them to move forward with their hidden agenda. The trials had successfully found a compatible Alpha for the sole Omega left in the world. Now it was time for them to wait.

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I do have a secondary part but that is as far as I got for this story. Another is in the works and if you guys like this one enough, I’ll post the second part of this! Take care, loves!

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Hey, loves! Suntory here! “Hot Cocoa Recipes” was the winner of the most recent poll! So, I have some one-shots for you all! We will start with the collection of MHA! Be sure to leave a bit of love to help keep me warm this winter season! Some of the recipes contain alcohol but I’m implying that everyone is aged up. Everything is implied as GN!Reader but if you’d like to see more of each one shot with specifics, leave a comment and let me know! As always, thanks for stopping by! Xooxoxoxo, Suntory Angel💙

Katsuki Bakugo

*my younger bother and grandpa are huge fans of spice so this part is just for them!*

Your eyes narrow while carefully measuring out the final secret ingredient before pouring it into the mug in front of you. This was serious business. Bending at the knee so your eye level was with the kitchen counter, closely examining as the precious liquid that was key to the recipe is stirred into the brown beverage within the mugs via your spoon. Various spices that you had painstakingly gathered over the last week were arranged in the order that you’d need them according to the recipe; cayenne, cacao, sugar, a teapot of warm milk, marshmallows, even some sticks of cinnamon were off to the side waiting patiently to be ground into a fine powder.

It had to be perfect this time.

Setting the spoon off to the side, you take a deep breath and raise the mug to your lips.

The moment it hits your tongue, down into the sink you spat it with a grimace of disgust and disappointment, curses spilling from between your lips as you dump yet another failure. Why was this so hard?! Your grandfather had made it seem so easy when he used to make it! How come you couldn’t?! A frustrated huff fills the air as you drag a hand down the central plane of your face while marching over to the refrigerator where you open it and take a quick swig from one of the bottles inside towards the back. Liquid heat and spice sting the back of your throat as you swallow the mouthful of Fireball and that’s when it hit you: you were making this too hard! It had never taken your grandfather this long to make his special hot cocoa!

“Oi, I’m home!” He calls from the entryway as he stomps inside, ridding him and his hero costume of the large clusters of snow clinging to his being. “Too damn cold even for the damn criminals to be out causing mayhem it was so annoying having to plow through those drifts!” Katsuki calls your name in that growly tone of his when you aren’t there to greet him, his brows furrowing when you still don’t appear even after he’s removed his winter gear and had even cleaned up the puddles of melted snow from the hardwood floor. Now he was starting to get a bit pissed.

He’d been stuck outside for hours on patrol, there had been no bad guys to apprehend today, and he was frozen down to his bones!

“Oi! Where the hell are you?!” Thundering footfalls stomp their way down the hall until they come to a halt within the kitchen doorway where he spots you fast asleep while sitting upon a barstool, your hands cupping a pair of mugs that hold brown liquid within them. Across your being are traces of cacao powder and other ingredients, telling the story of how you had been working hard to make him whatever was within the mug that had “World’s Number One” on it. He takes in how your hair has some cream sticking to a few tresses, a smudge of powdered sugar upon your cheek, there’s even a bit of what looked to be melted chocolate in the corner of your mouth. His footsteps are much quieter now as he crosses the kitchen until he comes up behind your slumbering form, arms on either side of yours, his muscular being lightly pressing against your arched back as his chin rests on your shoulder that allows his cheek to brush yours. “…dumbass, you can’t just go falling asleep in positions like this, you’ll only wreck your back…” he whispers softly so as not to wake you while his expression becomes tender.

Ruby red eyes that you’ve always admired drift from your being to the still somewhat steaming mugs that were before you. It’d be a shame to let your hard work get too cold and ruin whatever it was inside that mug. One of his hands slowly brings it closer. Looked harmless enough to the Pro Hero as he regards it with a slightly narrowed gaze. With a shrug, he raises it to his lips…

You wake just in time to see his eyes widen as the liquid touches his tongue and your jaw drops when he doesn’t hesitate to chug the rest down in a series of loud swallows, a faint blush appearing in your cheeks as you watch his Adam’s apple bob with each mouthful of the beverage slip down his throat.

A loud slam fills the kitchen when his hand brings the now empty mug down with a satisfied smirk raising his lips, a bright red flush across his cheeks. “Damn, that’s some good shit right there, firecracker!” He proclaims with a near whistle-like exhale coming from his pursed lips. Around your being wraps his muscular arms as he lifts you from the barstool to hug you tightly, his face burying into your shoulder. “Tell me there’s more! I gotta have more of that stuff!”

You don’t even protest when he swipes your own mug and downs it within a single gulp. “I take it you like it?”

“I fucking love this stuff!” His ruby eyes are practically as blazing as his now reddened face, the chill now long gone from his bones. “Show me how you made it?”

How could you say no?

Fumikage Tokoyami

Snow crunches beneath your boots as you walk along the sidewalk, gazing up at the glittering holiday lights that twinkle and shimmer brilliantly. The park was abuzz with people ice skating on the nearby ponds as vendors serving snacks or beverages ranging from popcorn to coffee to help keep everyone warm from the cold. A glance at your phone revealed that the time for your meet with him was at hand yet there was no sign of him anywhere.

“There you are!”

A surprised yelp rises up your throat when Dark Shadow suddenly sweep you up from behind and takes you into the air, suspending you a few inches from the ground as he nuzzles and coos softly into your being. “Not like I was hiding or anything!” You giggle, rubbing the top of the shadow creature’s head. “Am I late?”

“Nope! Right on time!” Dark Shadow grins as he gently places you back down on the ground. “Let’s go!”

“Where?”

The answer came in the form of you finding yourself seated on a sled with Dark Shadow pulling it like a happy little shadow-bird-creature who swiftly moves across the snow covered terrain. Over some drifts, through a garden, even over a bridge of the nearby creek he carried you. Only when a lit gazebo comes into view does he screech to a halt that allows the sled to drift to a stop in front of the stairs. There were curtained lights draped over the gazebo to give it a mystical feel of mystery as Dark Shadow vanishes.

Guess you were supposed to venture inside.

Crunching of snow gives way to the creak of wood as you stomp the snow from your boots and slip between the parts of the curtains.

Waiting for you is a warmer environment complete with plush pillows, a table surrounded by a blanket, and a patiently waiting Fumikage who smiles faintly when see you. “Welcome, angel, I hope Dark Shadow was gentle in his journey to bring you here.” Dressed in a red, slim fit sweater and black stained jeans that matches his bird-like features, he was truly a sight to behold. “Come. Sit, please.”

Shedding your boots and coat took less than a second and you were soon seated across from him with a blissful smile and sigh when finding the cushion super plush beneath you. “Fumikage, this is amazing! Did you set all this up?”

“Indeed.” He answers simply with a tilt of his head. “All for you, my angel.”

“This was super sweet of you. I feel a bit spoiled, if I’m to be honest.”

“As you should be considering the season.” A wrapped box appears from the side, wrapped neatly in black velvet and red satin ribbon. He slips it across the table with a serious expression. “For you.”

It was your turn to tilt your head as you brought the box closer. So perfectly wrapped, it would be a shame to ruin it by opening the parcel, yet he gave an encouraging nod when you hesitated. Whatever inside must be important. Your fingers remove the satin scarlet ribbon and carefully lift the lid. Upon a bed of black velvet are an assortments of what appeared to be… “Chocolates?”

“Not just any ordinary chocolates, angel, look closer.” He says softly.

They were unlike anything you’ve ever seen before; not Lindt based on the shapes, Ghirardelli were much smaller and flatter than these, Russel Stover had never smelled so nice. And the variety, decorations upon each were pristine, were unlike any you’ve seen in windows or displays. “Did you…make these?” Your jaw drops as he nods. “W-wow! These look good enough to sell in a store!”

A small smile lifts his beak. “I made sure to avoid all allergens, such as nuts and dairy, along with ensuring no cross contamination occurred as I prepared those for my family.”

“I didn’t know you were such a talented chocolatier.” An impressed smile raises your lips at his words.

“I wasn’t until you expressed how you had a difficulty in locating chocolates that would not affect your health.” Leaning over, he carefully selects one and lightly presses it to your lips.

Surprised by the bold move, you failed to offer any objection as he slips the decadent treat into your mouth and it practically melts across your tongue. Realization hits you at the taste. “A-are these all hot cocoa based chocolates?!”

“Indeed. You wore a fond expression when recalling the ones your mother used to make. I simply asked your family to help me recreate them and once the chocolates had passed their rigorous examinations, I have now presented them to you.” Fumikage’s carmine gaze was warm as they meet yours, the smile still raising his beak. “I deserve to be happy, my angel, and I hope I helped in some way.” A chuckle rises up his chest when you practically scramble over the table to tackle him in a tight embrace that makes the two of you fall backwards onto the pillows.

Shoto Todoroki

*there’s no officially written recipe that we follow but this is one of our favorites that we make every year!*

A thoughtful expression is on your face as you watch the blender turn on with the press of the button that makes the green liquid within churn. This was definitely unorthodox recipe to follow but, hey, you’ll try anything once. Hot cocoa mix, marshmallows, whipped cream, an empty tub of vanilla ice cream, some colorful straws, and a large dark brown bottle are strewn across the counter. Tradition didn’t call for a recipe card, nor did anyone in the family need it, the tongue was all that was necessary. Silence falls as the blender turn off with the press of your finger and take the chance to taste it via a spoon you kept nearby.

You turn with a smile when hearing his calm tone call your name, smacking your lips slightly when tasting the concoction. “Shoto! Welcome home! How’s the weather outside?”

Shoto Todoroki glances from you to the blender in curiosity, though his expression remained neutral. “It was fine. Patrol was uneventful.” His mismatched gaze meets yours. “I see you’ve been busy I see.”

“Mhm!” You nod eagerly while tossing the spoon into the sink where it clatters for a few seconds. “And its ready!”

With care, you tip the contents of the blender into two prepared steins lined with chocolate syrup until they are about two inches from being filled completely. That’s where the whipped cream and marshmallows come in! Around and around you moved the can of whipped topping until neat mountains of white top each stein that are soon joined by marshmallows and even a few sprinkles before slipping striped straws into both. “Voila! I present to you: Boozy Grinch’s Toboggan Cocoa Slush!”

His brows rise slightly. “Bless you?” The duo quirk user accepts the stein you hand him, regarding the strange titled green substance from every angle. It seemed harmless enough, even seemed a bit picturesque, tempting him to take a picture of it just for memory sake. That wasn’t necessary though. You could always make it again. “Do I drink it in one go or nurse it?”

“I’d be surprised if you could down it in a single gulp.” A laugh bubbles up your throat as you watch him. “It’s just ice cream, chocolate syrup, Irish Cream liquor, hot cocoa mix, milk, ice, and a few drops of green food coloring. We can always swap the vanilla ice cream for mint chocolate ice cream or add peanut butter, like my dad did, if you’d like that more for next time.” Picking up your own stein, you tap it against his with a smile. “Cheers!”

He followed your example and took a few sips from the straw. Those mismatched eyes widen beyond what you though possible as his lips part from the drinking utensil. Silence weighed heavily as you anxiously awaited for his verdict. For several moments you thought he was going to politely place it off to the side then say some words to either spare your feelings or shoot down your hopes of hearing if he liked it or not.

Your brows furrow when his lips wrap around the straw again.

Bit by bit, the beverage disappears up the straw and down his throat with bobs of his Adam’s Apple accompanied by audible swallows.

Then your brows rise when every last drop of the special drink, whipped cream included, vanished between his lips. “S-Shoto, did you just…”

“Is there more, love?”

A purse of your lips allows a “pffftt” to sound as you exhale. “You might want to slow down since the Irish Cream contains alcohol.”

All he does is hold out the stein again with hopeful eyes and a slight hiccup.

Eijiro Kirishima

“Just trust me! I’ve never steered you wrong before!” He assures while leading you by the large, calloused hand that dwarfed yours. It never ceased to amaze you of just how burly and much bigger he was than you. Never has it bothered you, in fact it was one of the things you’ve come to admire and love about him, that and his equally big heart. “Come on, you won’t regret this!” The Pro Hero with long, red hair laughs heartily as he uses his other hand to cover your eyes.

“Okay, okay! I’m coming! Just don’t lead me off the edge of a cliff or nothin’, ‘kay?” You chuckle lowly to yourself though it seemed a bit nervous.

“I’m not Bakugo or Kaminari, this is me we are talking about! You know me better than to think I’d ever do such a thing.” Comes his assurance in the form of a squeeze to his left hand that holds yours still.

Excitement bubbled within your veins as he places you upon the couch and then hear his footsteps hurry to stand opposite of the coffee table so you were across from him. “Okay! Open sesame!”

Your eyes blink for several seconds when they appear from behind your hand that he’d replaced with his own so he could move away.

Arranged upon the coffee table, atop of a mistletoe themed tablecloth, you have laid out several dishes of condiments; sprinkles, cans of whipped cream, candy canes, unwrapped bars of various flavored chocolates, different shaped or types of marshmallows, powdered sugar, silly straws, and even some drizzle syrups! A string of twinkling lights is woven among the dishes, casting the room and yourselves in their shifting sparkles. On the television is the crackling fireplace channel to help bring an extra level of coziness.

“Tada!” He says with flare, the bright grin that always threatened to rob the heart right out of your chest appearing upon his face. Upon his being is a reindeer fashioned onesie complete with a hood adorned with plush antlers and a pattern of silver bells around the wrists and ankles. It’s clearly too small for Eijiro Kirishima’s built and muscular being but odds were that was the only size the store had on hand. The sight of him wearing it though was almost for you to take!

And, boy, does your heart explode with affection, and laughter, for this man when he reveals that there is a butt flap with pride that has a fluffy little deer tail upon it!

“Eijiro, is this a Hot Cocoa Bar date?” You ask hoarsely from around the tangled ball of emotion in your throat.

“That’s right, pebble! I got all this just for you!” The couch creaks as he moves around then plops down upon the cushion, making you bounce, before his muscular arms wrap around you lovingly. “I’d never forget how much you love the holidays so of course I pulled out all the stops for our special date night!” One of his digits gently presses against your lips when they part. “I know it was your turn to plan it out, but I couldn’t resist! I had to do this for you, baby shark, so no ‘ifs’ ‘ands’ or ‘buts’ about it!”

Touched, you could only watch as he carefully, and precisely, prepares the first mug of cocoa just how you liked before placing it between your hands. The blanket that’s always been your favorite, not too fluffy but also not too light, is wrapped around your shoulders before he draws you close by the waist. You could smell your favorite cologne on him that he only saved for dates like tonight when he knew cuddles, or more, would occur, knowing full well that the scent would help you relax.

Keigo Takami

Just as you predicted, you found the Winged Hero upon the rooftop overlooking the twinkling city below. You could’ve tried to be silent but it wouldn’t have accomplished anything so you allowed the access door to close behind you with enough sound to announce your arrival. The chilly winter breeze makes your breaths come out in clouds as you approach him. “Hey.”

Amber eyes shift from the scene before him to the corner of his eyes as you come to a stop beside where he sat with wings outstretched so he could better feel the wind and vibrations. The crimson feathers were fully splayed so as to maximize their sensory range and sensitivity. They never ceased to amaze you in size or brilliance in color. “Hey, kid. What brings you up here of all places?” There was a tone of indifference in his voice, it honestly almost sounded bored, yet you’ve known him long enough than to believe that’s how he truly felt.

“Thought I would bring you a little something since you got the night patrol shift tonight.”

He blinks when you offer him a thermos. A chuckle sounds from Keigo Takami regards it with half-hopeful half-disappointed gaze. “Can’t tonight, kid, gotta stay sharp tonight.”

Rolling your eyes, a smile lifting your lips, you unscrew the lid and pour the steaming liquid before offering it to him. “It’s not alcohol, though I was tempted.”

His gloved hand carefully accepts it, regarding it with slightly widened eyes and an expression of interest as his senses are filled with the scent of melted chocolate. “What is it?”

“It’s not gonna dampen your senses, it’ll give you a bit of energy, and provide you something warm to drink while you’re on patrol.”

The explanation was simple, straightforward, practical, even a bit personal since he’d confessed to have never tried the classic cold season beverage. And that had blown your mind. Then again, considering his backstory, it shouldn’t have been a huge surprise.

“Just try it.” You gently encourage with a smile, trying not to laugh at the near childlike innocence he exhibited.

The eyes beneath the visor narrow then widen as he takes a hesitant sip then downs the whole cap in one fell gulp. His wings puff at the sudden flood of heat to his system, making them appear especially fluffy, as they shiver and tremble as he seems to greedily lick his lips for several seconds. “What is it?”

A giggle rises up your throat unable to resist the urge to made a bird pun. “That, Polly, is hot cocoa with a bit of coffee. Just don’t drink the whole thing in one go because then you’ll be up for the few days. Pace yourself, you hear me?” You playfully nudge him with your shoulder.

“This is some good stuff.” He practically coos, breaking into a smile. “What’s in it?”

“Bit of cream, melted chocolate, baking cocoa, some marshmallows… You can put anything in it from candy canes to cinnamon but I like a hint of RumChata.” You held up your hands when his head snaps in your direction. “Easy! The hot temperature pretty much cancels out the alcohol in it so all that’s left is the flavor. You’ll remain completely sober while you’re on duty.”

Its not for several seconds that his expression finally relaxes. “You made this just for me?”

A faint blush enters your cheeks when looking out at the city below, shivering as the cold wind blows by. “Couldn’t have you freezing your ass off in this cold.”

Up your throat rises a gasp when warmth surrounded you courtesy of a large, crimson wing that wraps around your form, shielding you from both the cold and icy wind. The feathers are soft and teasing as they brush your chilled cheeks and the tips of your ears but there is underlying care beneath their touches. Their warmth was infectious, easing the chill from your bones as you can’t resist the temptation to lean into him. Your being meets his side, the wing tucking you protectively against him when another breeze sweeps past.

“Thanks, baby bird…” His breath that lingers with the scent of the hot cocoa wafts your senses as his chin rests atop of your head.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS 🎁 MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄 HAPPY CHRISTMAS 🪔 HAPPY HANUKKAH!!!!!

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