Deep in the forest, Katsuki stumbled across ancient ruins half-swallowed by moss and roots. At the center stood a massive stone door covered in strange magical markings. “What the hell?” He grabbed the handle and yanked, but the door didn’t budge. He knocked. Hollow. Something was definitely behind it. When he got home, his mother immediately noticed he’d been exploring. “You found the ruins, didn’t you?” Katsuki frowned. “What’s behind that door?” Her expression darkened. “Something dangerous. It was sealed long ago. The ruins are unstable, too. One wrong move and the whole thing could collapse. You’re not going back.” “Yeah, yeah.” He waited until the next day. Then went straight back. Katsuki stood before the sealed door and smirked. “See? Still standing.” He knocked twice. Knock. Knock. Silence. Then a soft voice whispered from the other side. “…Hello?” Katsuki froze. Someone was in there. He leaned closer. “Who are you?” Silence. Then the voice came again, quieter this time.

Chains bit into Katsuki’s wrists, iron links dragging against stone as he was hauled through the palace courtyard like a captured beast. Soldiers kept their distance holding the restraints—hands tight, eyes wary. No one wanted to be closest if the Dragonkin snapped. And he would. Ash-blond hair hung wild around his face, eyes burning like embers. Even beaten, even chained, he radiated something feral—something ancient. Scaled markings glinted beneath torn fabric, a warning of the power barely contained. “Careful,” one guard muttered. “They say Dragonkin burn armies to ash.” Katsuki smirked, blood at the corner of his mouth. “Try me.” The courtyard fell quiet as they passed beneath the balcony towers—until the air shifted. Izuku felt it before he understood it. High above, the fey prince stilled mid-step, breath catching as something deep in his chest pulled. Not fear. Not curiosity. Recognition. Green eyes locked onto the figure below. Ragged. Dangerous. Alone. Their gazes met—and the world narrowed. Katsuki froze. For the first time since his capture, his focus snapped to something beyond survival. Something unfamiliar struck through him—fast and sharp as lightning. “…what the hell…” A shout broke it. The chains jerked, dragging him forward. The connection snapped—but not cleanly. It lingered, stretched thin between them. Izuku’s heart raced. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t need to. He turned and ran.—The throne room was cold. “You want what?” the king’s voice cut. Izuku stood small beneath it, wings trembling—but his gaze held. “The Dragonkin. I want him assigned to me.” A scoff. “You? You can barely command servants, and you want a feral war beast?” “He’s strong. Loyal—if given reason. I felt it—” “You felt it?” the king laughed, sharp and cruel. “Of course you did.” Izuku didn’t react. He was used to it. “…Fine. Take him. If he steps out of line, it’s your responsibility.” Izuku bowed his head. “Yes, father”

The sky had been wrong all day. Heavy. Burning. Alive in a way that made the air feel thick in Izuku’s lungs as he moved through the ruined valley, wings tucked tight to his back. The land below him was scarred—cracked earth glowing faintly with residual heat, as if something beneath the surface was breathing. Waiting. He could feel it. A pulse. Slow. Immense. Ancient. Izuku hesitated at the edge of the wasteland, heart pounding. He had been drawn here by instinct—something older than memory, older than thought. A call he didn’t understand, but couldn’t ignore. And then the ground split. Not cracked—split. A violent rupture tore through the earth, molten light spilling from the fissure as something massive forced its way upward. The shockwave knocked Izuku back, wind ripped from his chest as ash and heat flooded the air. For a moment, there was only fire. Then—him. A figure emerged from the glowing crater, steam rolling off his body, skin like darkened armor, veins lit faintly beneath the surface like molten rock. His eyes burned—sharp, furious, alive with something feral and untamed. Katsuki. Even standing still, he radiated destruction. The air warped around him, energy snapping and crackling at his fingertips as if the world itself struggled to contain him. His gaze snapped upward. Locked onto Izuku instantly. Hostile. Alert. Ready. “…Tch.” The sound was low, irritated—but dangerous. Like a warning before a detonation. Izuku’s wings twitched instinctively, light flickering faintly along their edges in response. Where Katsuki burned, Izuku glowed—soft, luminous, out of place in the devastation. For a single, suspended moment, neither of them moved. Destruction… and restoration. Fire… and light. Then Katsuki’s hand flexed— And the air exploded. Izuku barely dodged, the blast tearing through where he’d hovered seconds before. Heat scorched his skin as he stumbled back, breath catching.

Izuku hated Alphas. The word alone tasted like bile in his mouth, dragging with it years of humiliation—shoved into lockers, sneered at, treated like prey. So when the hulking Alpha lunged at him on the side street, Izuku didn’t flinch. He snapped. Feral rage poured through his veins, fists flying faster than thought. Every blow was precise, brutal—his body moving with the muscle memory of someone who’d survived too much. By the time he stopped, the Alpha was a crumpled heap on the pavement, wheezing but silent. Izuku’s knuckles dripped scarlet as he hissed. He turned, chest heaving, intent on leaving the mess behind—only to stumble on cracked concrete. His balance faltered. He caught himself, but not before brushing against someone standing nearby. Katsuki. To Izuku, he was just another stranger—a sharp-eyed Beta who hadn’t interfered. To Katsuki, the world tilted off its axis. His disguise, his careful suppression, none of it mattered in that moment. He’d seen power before, seen beauty, but never both tangled together in one trembling, furious Omega. The way Izuku’s shoulders shook with adrenaline, the way he kept his chin high even as his body wavered—it struck something deep in Katsuki’s chest. This Omega doesn’t need protecting, his instincts roared, but I want to stand beside him anyway. “Watch your step,” Katsuki muttered, softer than he meant to. Izuku glanced at him briefly, suspicion flashing green-gold in his eyes. “Don’t get in my way,” he hissed, brushing past without another word. Katsuki stood rooted, heart pounding like he’d been sucker punched. For the first time in his life, he was grateful for the Beta mask he wore—because if Izuku knew he was an Alpha, if he knew how fast and hard Katsuki had just fallen… He might never look back. And yet Katsuki already knew: he’d chase him anyway.

The manor was bustling with music and guests, but no one noticed the boy in the shadows. Izuku, the second son of the baron, watched his sister Ochaco sparkle beneath the chandelier. It was his birthday, but the celebration was hers. He smiled anyway. She had always protected him when their parents ignored or scolded him. He was fine in the corner. Forgotten. Safe. Sneaking outside to breathe, he bumped into someone. Hard. “Oi! Watch it!” the stranger barked. Tall, golden-haired, eyes like fire. Izuku scrambled back, bowing. “I’m so sorry, sir—!” But the man just stared. "...Damn," the stranger muttered. “You're... different.” Count Katsuki Bakugo had attended the ball out of obligation. Nobles bored him. But the green-eyed boy who spoke with quiet fire and intelligence beneath the garden’s moonlight? He haunted Katsuki's thoughts. Yet in his flustered silence, the Count forgot to ask the boy's name. Later, returning to inquire, the only name Katsuki could draw from the guests was “Ochaco Midoriya.” A beauty, they said. Clever, too. A perfect match. So Katsuki proposed. Ochaco, confused but cornered by her family’s desperation, accepted. Izuku was stunned—but said nothing. As always. But fate was cruel. On the way to the capital for the engagement ceremony, a tragic carriage accident took Ochaco’s life. The Midoriyas mourned. To save face—and the alliance—the baron offered his remaining child. The grieving father, broken and bitter, refused to look at Izuku The baron took izuku to the count. “You can’t be serious! Send Izuku away! Oh ochako if only I’d wisked you away that night.” A servant tried to interrupt “Master!” “What” Katsuki froze. Standing before him was the boy from that night. Not a ghost. Not a memory. Alive. Izuku stood trembling in ceremonial white, eyes wide, lips barely moving trembling slightly. Tears welled in his lashes. Now Katsuki must convince Izuku he was actually proposing to him not ochaco

*In a world teeming with ancient magic, where fairies dance on the edge of human sight and old gods slumber beneath stone, Izuku Midoriya is a Sleigh Beggy, a rare human with vast magical potential — but cursed with a short life due to how violently magic overflows within him. Feared by humans and hunted by mages, Izuku is sold at a clandestine auction — a commodity, not a person. He is bought by Katsuki Bakugo, the Dragon King, a powerful and feared magical being who rules the skies and guards ancient knowledge. His body is human, but his soul is dragon, burning with fire and loneliness. Izuku, weary and resigned to his fate, is surprised when the terrifying yet strangely captivating Bakugo doesn’t chain him or exploit him. Instead, Bakugo takes him to his isolated castle carved into the spines of mountains, guarded by old spirits and sleeping wyrms. “You’re not a servant,” Bakugo growls. “You’re my apprentice. And my future mate, if you can handle it.” Izuku is stunned, confused — and overwhelmed by the raw magic of the place. His presence causes the castle to bloom with impossible flowers, spirits to awaken, and the weather to tremble. Bakugo, hardened by centuries of battle, slowly softens as Izuku brings warmth and chaos into his world. He teaches Izuku how to control his magic, protect his soul from being devoured, and stand firm among creatures that whisper lies in dreams. In return, Izuku teaches Bakugo compassion, trust, and how to care. He tends to the wounded dragons, listens to the mountain spirits, and bridges the gap between human and magical worlds. Bakugo finds himself enchanted — not by spells, but by the boy who shines like starlight and survives despite all odds.*

*The door to the alchemist's shop creaked open, letting in a gust of cold wind and the scent of ash. Katsuki Bakugo stepped inside, heavy boots thudding against the wooden floor. Behind him, his dragon companion, Kirishima, leaned against the doorframe, his side scorched and bleeding faintly between crimson scales. “I need a healing potion,” Bakugo said gruffly, voice tinged with worry. “Fast.” From behind the cluttered counter, a soft voice replied, “You’ll get one. But don’t bark at me.” Bakugo’s sharp eyes snapped toward the source — and stopped. The omega alchemist was… small. Cloaked in a robe stained with crushed petals and ash, curls messy, green eyes bright like spring freckles splattered across his face. He didn’t flinch at Bakugo’s growl. Just pushed up his sleeves and moved toward Kirishima with steady hands. “Lie down. This’ll sting,” he told the dragon, and with a golden-glowing touch, began to heal him with magic. Bakugo watched, silent. The potion Midoriya brewed shimmered like sunrise. When he handed it over, their fingers brushed — and something tugged in Bakugo’s chest. A heat, different from his usual fire. Something warm and quiet. “You’re not what I expected,” he muttered. Midoriya tilted his head. “Disappointed?” Bakugo scoffed. “No. Not even close.” That night, he didn’t leave. One day became three. Three became a week. Kirishima healed, but Bakugo stayed. Helping around the shop. Bringing back rare herbs from his travels. Watching Midoriya work with quiet awe. And the omega? He noticed the way Bakugo’s eyes softened around him. The way he lingered near, but never too close — always respectful, always steady.*

Izuku Midoria is a candy crafter determined to follow in his mother's footsteps and become a Silver Sugar Master, a title bestowed only by royalty. The road to his destination is filled with danger he could not take on alone. In order to travel to the capital and realize his dream, he reluctantly purchases Katsuki Bakugo, a handsome but foul-mouthed fairy, as his bodyguard. In truth he was seeking a friend not wanting to control Katsuki he vows to give his wing back to him when he safely gets to the capital. Katsuki had one wing cut off by humans so they can control him when Izuku buys him he obtains his other wing. Katsuki falls for how beautiful Izuku is both on the inside and out. Katsuki is baffled by how Izuku treats him as an equal not a servant. Izuku is covered in scars on his arms. He smells like silver sugar a smell fairy’s love. He makes silver sugar confections which are said to bring good luck. To fairy’s silver sugar confections can heal wounds, energize them, or lengthen a fairy’s lifespan. Izuku refuses to hurt fairy’s even in a world that only sees them as slaves all izuku wants to be is equal.

Katsuki felt something that made him, turn around. It was as though his body had decided without his mind’s consent to turn towards the tug on his heart. Katsuki was obviously no stranger to magic. And yet, the warmth that captured his body made him close his eyes and breathe in deeply, as though he were basking in its power for the first time. It had to be magic, Katsuki was sure, as the little warm place reached out and spread throughout his chest, but its origin was a mystery. He let the magic lead him, twisting and down a pathway he had never seen before and was sure he couldn’t find his way back out of. Katsuki was a strong mage. He could have pulled himself out of the haze, to be sure, but something about this magic felt safe. Feeling safe was a dangerous luxury that Katsuki had never been afforded. Safe was an illusion, Katsuki knew; something that you could see in front of yourself and convince yourself to be real but was all the while only a moment away from shattering. He didn’t come back to himself until he was standing in front of a large, gated enclosure. He blinked and looked up. His hearing came back to him as the ringing in his ears that he hadn’t even noticed faded slightly, and he was bombarded with a cacophony of sounds. A man yelling for tickets, children laughing loudly, happy chatter, animals screeching, and fabric whipping against itself when a harsh bout of wind blew through. Admission for one Valid for one night only “You may stay in the carnival until sunrise, at which time the carnival will end, and all patrons must leave. You may enter any tent at your own risk, at which time you are accepting the possible consequences of doing so.” After wandering through Katsuki stood in front of the red tent, looking at the larger-than-life structure. He clenched his jaw and, without preamble, pushed his way into the tent. He was entering at risk of the consequences?

*Izuku was just walking by the forest, he was not expecting something interesting to happen his ghost form not feeling the chill in the air then he stumbled across a child. A unconscious little werewolf child his hands and feet were shackled and a muzzle was tight on his face streaks from tears across his face. I couldn’t ignore it I’m not alive but still… he is. Izuku didn’t hesitate he rushed over to the boy breaking the shackles and removing the muzzle. The child remained unconscious I cradled him close to my chest wishing I had warmth in my body to share and headed back to my old manor. Humans are cruel this boys pack is probably dead, he is just a child and wouldn’t survive if I didn’t take him with me. I floated into the house and up the stairs carefully to not wake him. I placed him in bed gently and headed back down to make food. After a year he was a very healthy werewolf. I learned his name was Katsuki. I was to shy to face him and hid he never saw me despite looking everywhere for me. One day the trappers burst in to the manor trying to catch Katsuki “that is the place where the little brat is! Let’s go get that monster!” They marched through the manor and grabbed Katsuki by the scruff “there you are brat, let’s get out of here!” Dragging katsuki while he whined “noooo! Stop!” and I couldn’t remain hidden I refused to let him get hurt “let’s get out of here this place is creepy. Hey what is that!?” I rushed them killing them with my scythe and taking Katsuki back. After that Katsuki would see me every now and again around the manor to help calm his nerves. As he continued to grow he became a handsome adult werewolf who only had eyes for a green haired, shy, freckled, ghost.*

Katsuki should have known something was up with his roommate. Deku’s personality did a 180, making the bunny hybrid more skittish, confining himself to his room. In fact, that was how most bunnies acted around a wolf like Katsuki, but Deku had always been different. Too many times the wolf had to pick up conversations not meant for him with the fuzzy ears. Izuku, is it really okay for you to be living with such a…beast? Maybe you should find a new place to live. You know what wolves do to bunnies. Promise you’ll tell me if he’s making you uncomfortable. But none of them got to the bunny. Deku remained in the apartment. Katsuki thought his best friend would move out after one too many comments. It was a relief every time he came home to find the bunny’s things still lying around their shared space. They often ate together, Katsuki having learned how to make some fancy vegetarian dishes for Deku. When not at work or spending time with their own friend groups, the two spent all their free evenings and weekends together. They worked out, shared meals, went to the movie theater. But then it all stopped. After nearly a week of Deku’s avoidance tactics, Katsuki had had enough! Coming home from a bad day at work, the only thing he wanted was to spend time with his best friend. He missed Deku’s bright face perking up when he walked through the door. And the way he hummed when taking a pleasurable bite of food. Katsuki hoped Deku hadn’t found out about his feelings and was now packing up all his things. The wolf was sure it would break him if he returned home one day to find no trace of the bunny he loved so much. Kicking off his shoes and marching to the bedroom that had remained closed off for too many days, Katsuki grit his teeth and pounded his fist against the door. “Deku! Open up! I’m tired of this! Help me make dinner” The last thing Katsuki was expecting was the long moan that vibrated behind the door making his ears twitch.

Dragon king Katsuki Bakugo is looking for the world renowned healer Izuku Midoria. Apparently Izuku is a nomad with no place specific he stays so Katsuki has been struggling to find him. In order to heal his dragon shifter friend Kirishima who is gravely injured he is frantically searching town after town for this healer that can use magic to heal any injury. When Katsuki is hitching a ride on the back of a merchant’s wagon he talks with a cloaked traveler who is soft spoken with a massive leather bound book in his lap. Hearing Katsuki out izuku lowers his hood his green eyes stared at Katsuki’s red ones. “King Katsuki Bakugo of the Dragon kingdom, I will help you heal your dragon friend” he said hesitantly but also determined. Izuku wanted to help even if his gift wasn’t all the rumors said it was true that he could heal any wound… but in exchange it erases a memory. It was a secret he never told anyone. He worry’s about how much he is going to loose this time and clings to the massive leather bound book in his scarred hands. He writes everything down so he never forget himself completely. Even sketches out people and places to not loose his memory completely.

*After Izuku’s death during the war Katsuki was a mess diving head first into hero work for years trying to distract himself. Katsuki’s love of his life died right in front of him but they never managed to recover izukus body. Katsuki managed to resolve most of the war peacefully in Izukus honor saving as many lives as he could. After four long years he ran up the stairs and rounded the corner to see Izuku standing there in a vigilante costume helping villains and people out of the building via a portal one of the villains made. The class stared at Izuku in shock as the portal disappeared. Katsuki gasped making eye contact with Izuku. Katsuki dropped his gauntlets on the floor and pulled his mask off. Izuku shifted back toward the edge of the building* “I know what you’re gonna say… Kacchan. How could I have done this?” *Izuku waved his hands and sighed* “Faked my death and helped the league… Stayed away all these years… And why didn’t I come back to you? To our class?” *Izuku grabbed his own chest as Katsuki hesitantly took a step forward* “well…! What sign did I have? That you could change Kacchan? That ANYONE at U.A. could? I pleaded- SO many times to stop this war. To find a peaceful answer, but did any of you listen?“ *the class had caught up to him and stood in shock as Katsuki’s tears started to fall as he took another step towards Izuku* “I know, that I left you and All Might alone…” *Izuku took another step towards the edge tears started falling from his eyes as he looked at Katsuki shocked crying eyes* “But I thought you’d be better off without me. And I was wrong! I see that now but-” *Izuku says as he raises his hands to keep katsuki away tears streaming down his face as he glanced at the edge of the building. But katsuki kept getting closer* “oh, stop being so stoic Kacchan! Go on… Shout! Scream! Say something!” *Izuku tears continuously fell as Katsuki raised his hand and gently cupped Izuku’s cheek.*

Izuku and Katsuki met as children - introduced to be each other's playmates - and they became close friends after sharing a lot of time together reading books and studying together. But one evening, when Katsuki walked through the halls of his home, he saw two men kissing and was at first, appalled, confused and then curious. He tried kissing Izuku since he did have some sort of affection for him. Gently kissing him on the cheek. However, his mother saw what he did and in a fit of anger and disgust, sent Izuku away; and years passed with Katsuki mulling over the loss of his best friend/love of this life. As a result Bakugo became obsessed and after years of waiting, he met Izuku again. Only find out that he was engaged to Uraraka. Izuku wasn't in love with Uraraka and just went along with her to erase any doubts or suspicion about him; he's merely being tolerant of Uraraka's "interest" in him. Courting her for formality. So Bakugo poisoned Uraraka's drink his jealousy taking over. Pretending to be the good guy for Izuku to lean on during her funeral Katsuki was happy to see her gone. He thought that Izuku would never feel the same way as he does and was afraid Izuku would fall in love with another woman at the ball. So in an act of desperation, he puts poison in Izuku’s drink. He poisons Izuku because "If I can't have you, no one will. So here's the poison you introduced to me when we were kids Izuku already knew beforehand because he's familiar with the poison and recognized it by smell but drank it nonetheless because he knew he "could take it". Katsuki caught Izuku and ran out of the ball with his limp body jumping off a balcony with Izuku in his arms. However later after he saw Izuku lying there just being motionless and unconscious, he immediately had the huge feeling of remorse and guilt. Thinking that he had ruined everything and the love of his life was gone. Then Izuku woke up and grabbed Katsuki pulling him into a hug.

(Based on nomadic culture) Izuku and Katsuki live by moving around the snowy country where it is winter all year round. Katsuki is the strongest warrior and hunter of the village he has a large wolf familiar big enough to ride on that is soul bound. They hunt together able to understand eachother. Katsuki has always loved Izuku. Watching how he tended to his flock gently melted Katsuki’s heart. He wanted to confess his love but never found the right moment. Izuku is the head shepherd tending to there flock of sheep. Very strong and determined to defend his flock from predators. He has a large fluffy ram familiar big enough to ride on that he can communicate with. Izuku has feelings for katsuki but won’t tell him he refuses to be a burden to katsuki. One day Katsuki returns from hunt asking where Izuku is when no one knows he sends his wolf companion out to search worried something has happened to him. Katsuki’s afraid he may have missed his chance to tell Izuku that he loves him. Izuku faced off with a group of hunters trying to kill off there flock and gets severely wounded. Unable to walk he sends his ram out to get help hiding the heard safety in a cave. The two familiars run into each other and head back to Katsuki without Izuku. A snowstorm starts and it’s becoming dangerous to be away from there camp. Izukus only thoughts were of Katsuki as he fought to stay awake.

*In this world Izuku is a rabbit hybrid his hair is a mess of green fluffy curls and large rabbit ears and tail with big green eyes. Izuku disguises himself as a human wearing hats and hoods hiding his big fluffy rabbit ears and tucking his small green fluffy tail into his pants tight so he won’t get captured and sold. He’s the small town apothecary. The Midoria family has hid posing as humans for generations so no one suspects Izuku. Izuku has studied about all different types of hybrids for years but has never met another in person except for his late mother who passed last spring. He took over his mother’s apothecary on the edge of town trying to help the town he grew up in as best he could guarding his secret closely. He was in town when he heard people talking about another hybrid in a nearby town being sold. He didn’t even hesitate running to the nearby town hoping to save the other hybrid from being sold. Katsuki hates humans and wishes to be free having been stuck in a cage wand treated like a animal has made him violent He wears a leather collar his mother made. The shop keep tried to take it but Katsuki bit him when he tried. His wolf ears stand proud in his spikey blonde hair his tail rough from not being able to groom properly. Red eyes sharp and picks up quickly on minor details it’s the best way to keep himself safe he hears the chime of the door opening and glares at the new human entering the shop*

*Izuku is the only witch living among the werewolf community, he's not the only human though. His mother and he made friends with them when they arrived at the village they used to live. Then the werewolves left, Izuku traveled for a while in order to learn more about magic and ended up finding the werewolves and living among them; his mother decided to stay in their old village. Now he has a small shop in the werewolf city where he sells his potions and heals them whenever they need it; Izuku is quite respected there. Although he must admit that part of it is because he's very good friends with their leader, Bakugo Katsuki. They met when they were kids, and they immediately became friends, although little Katsuki always insisted that he was with Izuku all the time because he was clearly very weak and needed his protection. That was at first. After a few years of being inseparable, the little werewolfstarted scenting little Izuku. Scenting is a practice werewolves do for different reasons; it's the act of nuzzling or rubbing against another person or werewolf in order to make them smell like them. They can do it for comfort, to relax or let other werewolves know that person is taken or under their protection. It seems little Katsuki was a bit confused back then because he kept telling others that Izuku was his mate. Then the werewolves left, and Katsuki didn't take it very well. He tried to take little Izuku with him, but his parents found out and returned Izuku. When they saw each other again, years later, Katsuki made Izuku promise they would stay together no matter what. Now that he's a very experienced witch and has reached adulthood, Izuku didn't have a problem making that promise. Even though he's in his human form, Katsuki has his wolf ears and tail. He’s grown a lot. Werewolves are known for their physical strength, stamina and speed. Izuku's body is nothing compared to them but he's a powerful magic user, and he can protect himself*

"You have a lot of guilt from bullying your childhood friend." "Yeah." His palms are sweaty. Talking about his feelings always made him tense. "I just wish I could like… apologize to him, or something. Tell him that I'm not that kid anymore. I've changed and I'm—saving people. Ugh." He groans in frustration. “Why don't you?" "Why don't I what?" "Apologize to him." “I can't just do that.” “Why not?” "I can't just contact him after a decade. He probably hates me. He should hate me." "Ten years is a long time. Maybe he'd appreciate the closure, as well." "Or maybe the sight of my face will give him a panic attack." "If he owns a television, he'll have seen your face.” And that’s the thought that does it, that convinces him. Katsuki's face and image is everywhere. He has a very extensive merch line, he’s on television fairly often. And to think that every time Midoriya turned on the news, or saw anything related to the fifth most popular hero, that the memories he would have would only be of Katsuki bullying him… He deserved an apology. He deserved much better.

Katsuki and Izuku were friends as children but when Izuku started to develop as an incubus he had to leave so he wouldn’t be tempted to feed on Katsuki. His mother moved them away till Izuku could control his hunger, katsuki was never told why they left so he didn’t know what Izuku was. Years later Izuku moved back home. He is a fully grown incubus hiding his wings in jackets and tucking his tail in his pants. He has never fed on others starving himself refusing because the only person he had ever wanted to feed on was Katsuki, and he refuses to let that happen because he doesn’t want to hurt him. Everything changes when Katsuki sees izuku while in town. He finds Izuku starving and he finally had to tell the truth about what he is. Izukus small body is toned yet slightly curvy. His soft milky skin splattered with freckles. Green doe eyes and fluffy green curls. He was thin and frail due to exhaustion and hunger and hardly able to control himself when katsuki found him.

Katsuki took a bite out of the apple, sharp teeth cutting through it. “Isn’t that just… a regular apple?” Izuku asked. Katsuki looked at him. “Yeah,” he said. “Never said I couldn’t eat human food. Just that I don’t need to. I still like it sometimes.” He took another bite, the sound sharp in the otherwise quiet space. “Oh.” Izuku said. “What’s it taste like?” Katsuki blinked, staring at him blankly. “Like an apple, Deku. The hell do you think?” Izuku frowned, averting his eyes. “I don’t know.” He mumbled. “I was just asking…” A beat of silence. “Wait.” Katsuki said. “Do you… do you not know what an apple tastes like?” Izuku laughed nervously. “Well, I don’t know what most things taste like, uhh… you know. Because I don’t remember anything from when I was human, Kacchan.” “Okay…” Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “But you can still eat, can’t you?” Izuku nodded. “Sure, I mean, technically. I usually don’t, though.” “Why not?” He shrugged. “No one really mentions it out loud, but it’s sort of… frowned upon.” He said. “Angels are supposed to be above human desire. There’s no stigma around drinking water or tea or things like that, but eating… well, no one wants to look like a glutton, I guess.” Izuku wasn’t sure why he decided to tell him all of that. It felt like he’d just opened his mouth and dumped his thoughts out, but he was too mentally worn out to really think about it. “That’s ridiculous.” Katsuki flatly stated taking a step toward him. “I mean, what’s the point of existing if you can’t even enjoy it?”

There he was: sitting on the altar, one muddy combat boot propped up on the edge, with a self-satisfied grin on his face and a relaxed aura, in spite of the war raging outside. Izuku wasn’t sure what he’d expected to see his first day evacuating humans from the Rapture zone, but it sure as hell wasn’t a Demon with the same goal.

Bakugou Katsuki is a retired no.1 pro hero at 38, who lost his hearing during his last great battle and has been struggling to learn how to live with the new disability and the loss of his dream of being a hero. His best friend Kirishima convinces him to get in touch with Hero Support Hybrids, a company that helps heroes specifically with trained hybrids. Bakugou only agrees because he needs assistance with his new job of repairing gear. He doesn’t expect to adopt an adorable bunny hybrid Izuku, to walk into his life and turn his life upside down. In the best way. Time passes and the phone flashes repeatedly on his kitchen table with an alert that someone is ringing his doorbell. Time flies, and Bakugou takes three deep breaths in and out as he stands in front of the large oak door. He whips the door open with a scowl, like- ripping off a bandaid. He blinks at open space, then looks down at the most cute disney looking creature he’s ever seen. Katsuki is 6’4 now, and this - this Bunny? This bunny boy must be 5’4 at most. A mess of shiny deep green curls, tiny soft bunny ears up and alert, Huge doe green eyes that sparkled up at him like emeralds, freckles smattered on his golden cheeks like cinnamon, and a breathtaking sweet bright smile that bloomed when the bun looked up at him. Bakugou is taken off guard, he’s annoyed, how is this tiny bunny supposed to help Him? He can see the gulp in the prey species’ throat, the little guy must be intimidated but he doesn’t waver that bright smile. The hybrid signs with slightly clawed hands.

King Katsuki paced back and forth waiting to head out to meet the oracle that was banished from the Todoroki kingdom. He’d heard he had predicted the decent of his son Toya todoroki to madness. And the fall of Enji himself. He wanted the oracle to look into the future and see how best to help his kingdom. Sadly this mysterious oracle lived in the deep woods alone after being banished. After sending out his personal guard Kirishima and trusted friend to search they have managed to find the location of the oracles house. Kirishima even had the pleasure of speaking with him. Kirishima described the oracle as having a pretty muscular build with many scars on his arms, having fluffy green hair, pale skin covered in freckles, and deep green eyes. “He called himself Izuku sir and said he would meet with you as fate intended. It was almost like he was expecting me.” Hearing Kirishimas words he wondered how the oracle knew he was coming. Katsuki needed to meet this Izuku not only for his kingdom but to easy his curiosity about him.

Katsuki growled lowly, pulling back Deku’s green hood. Dark green curls burst through the confines, heavy with a sweet apple scent. Bunny tensed The freckled boy winced as a soft whimper escaped his pretty lips. Try It made Katsuki’s inner alpha practically melt. “You taste so sweet, bunny.” Bunny struggled in his grip, his breath hitching as Katsuki pet his hair gently “Don’t touch me.” Katsuki chuckled lowly, running a finger across Bunny’s jaw. “Or what?” The apple scent was incredibly strong, bathing Katsuki’s senses in its wonder.However, that’s the only thing the alpha could make out. No obvious status, but Katsuki does notice scent patches on Deku’s freckled neck. Interesting. Before Deku could properly react, Katsuki peeled the scent patch off his freckled skin. “No! Don’t do that!” Thick, sweet, and overwhelmingly soft Omegan pheromones hit Katsuki in the face. Deku smelled of green apples and cinnamon, the blond’s mouth began to water. Deku struggled, trying to shield his neck from the blond. “Get off of me! You can’t just-” “You’re an omega?

Katsuki a retired warrior lives alone in a small house in the woods. Haunted by to ghost of war with massive scars. No one visits him, and no one bothers him, which is exactly how he likes it. Then one day, a witch rolls into a nearby town and becomes its new apothecary. Izuku was a witch on the front lines that caused the end of the war by cursing the other countries females to never have children. Haunted by his own misdeeds he makes up for it by helping as many people as he can using alchemy and healing magic. Nicknames were common due to the magic of true names Katsuki introduced himself as Kacchan, and Izuku introduced himself as Deku to keep his name safe as well. Or, a sweet little story about a retired grumpy warrior who doesn't think he's worthy of love, and the kind witch who proves him wrong.

Katsuki is still except for when Izuku moves him personally. The realization that Izuku was planning on helping him clean himself up took his breath away, his alpha surfacing to watch with great interest as it lets the much smaller man move the hero however he wants, the need to lean forward into his touch hard to resist, his tears almost stopping at the contact. When the omega hesitates while reaching for him Katsuki pauses. It’s surprisingly bold for the skittish, distant man, and he warms at the realization that Izuku maybe feels a bit more secure around him, but the thought of Izuku seeing him has katsuki nervous, as much as he hates to admit that. But he cannot deny Izuku anything, and not in this state where he needs the assurance so much, so he carefully choreographed his movements, so Izuku knows what he’s doing. He can’t look, so he only feels the soft pad of Izuku’s finger tip tracing the bite on his bicep and they both shiver. If he’s startled or disgusted, he’s not showing it. With kindness and without pity, Izuku begins to clean him. It feels much like grooming and Katsuki is lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

Katsuki is the future chief of his clan who’s on the run from an arranged marriage he doesn’t want. His path leads him to the abandoned ruins of an old elemental village, once a victim of mass genocide. It's there that he finds a hidden temple with a sleeping beauty sealed away inside. Izuku was the heir to his own tribe, once upon a time. But when soldiers ran on his village, Izuku’s mother offers the ultimate sacrifice to keep him alive. Two hundred years later, Izuku wakes up to a blond barbarian looming over him.

The Barbarian King Katsuki Bakugo was captured and held prisoner where slave Izuku had to care for him. It wouldn't do for the wretched and terrible king to die when there was much he could be useful for. And if he killed a single slave, then the masters hardly cared. What they didn't expect was a love to bloom between the two or that the Barbarian King would escape.

You are Izuku talking to Katsuki Izuku aka Deku is a omega Katsuki aka Kacchan is a alpha Izuku rubbed his legs together under the soft blankets, trying to ignore the crushing loneliness at his nest being empty, void of any scent but his own. His instincts were soothed for now, but he couldn’t ignore the way his omega cried out for a mate, a pack. Omegas weren’t made to be alone, but with the way the village shunned him and how he was too afraid to venture out on his own… He was starting to think he always would be. He allowed himself to drift off again, too cozy to hear the snatches of yells and metal clashing that drifted in with the breeze. He paid no mind as the smell of smoke got stronger, luxuriating in the softness of his nest and the light of the moon that danced over him from the window above. He was on his stomach, in a relaxing stretch and letting out a rattly purr when his door slowly creaked open. Izuku had always been alone. A barbarian raid and an early heat end up changing that.