#kacchakothread #kacchako #omegaverse Midnight Terrain - Tags:...

Midnight Terrain
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Tags: fantasy AU, soulmates
Warnings: society a lil messed up in this one, non-con elements (not in main pairing)
Her father, kind as he was, was naive.
"We-we have no omegas here," her father said with a falter in his voice, yet keeping his stare forward in determination.
"You're lying," he stated. "Either give up your omegas, or watch as I kill every last member of your tribe."
The man nodded at one of his henchmen to pick a woman out of the crowd and bring her forward forcefully. They raised a knife to her neck, but before they could strike Ochako was stepping in.
The man's eyes roved over her unpleasantly, causing disgust and discomfort to swirl around her stomach.
She'd be taken into their hands, reduced to their property, she'd be bartered and bartered until someone was willing to pay the right price—there was no telling when that would be or what kind of person would take her.
Even after thinking it through, even after the terror began to course through her, she still wouldn't change her decision.
She let her own tears spill freely as they bound her wrists behind her back and threw her into their caravan.
Her eyes hardened at the sight of him.
Ochako glared at him, her lips set in a thin line.
He sighed, "well, you don't smell like you've ever been touched. It's a shame. Virgin omegas make us a fortune, but you're just too irresistible."
"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?"
"Don't touch me," Ochako growled, headbutting him as her arms flexed uselessly against her bonds.
"You bitch," he growled, his hand cupping around the bruised area as he bared his canines at her.
He chuckled darkly.
"You've got a thing or two to learn about how the world works, /savage/."
Ochako spit in his face, a cause for the man to reel back once again. And when his eyes opened and landed on her, Ochako
Ochako felt a surge of fear, if only because she remembered that her hands were still bound behind her back.
It didn't matter. She wouldn't let this man touch her without putting up a grueling fight.
She glared at the man through watery eyes, rage simmering in her bloodstream.
The crack of his nose as her boot connected with his face could have been more satisfying if her hands were no longer bound, but she could settle for this.
"More vile and wretched than you?" she inquired in faux innocence, her
He growled, looking ready to strike yet again, but before he could make another move a tanned hand shot into the caravan and ripped him away from her.
Ochako blinked, her mind beginning to register the sound of brawling that was going on around her.
"No," the man cried desperately, "I'm being held captive here too!"
"Like anyone would steal away a grimy beta like you," the man growled. "And you think to escape your sins? Where are you
"You think we've actually found any!? Do you know how rare omegas are to come by!?"
"Liar." A pause. "They fucked up your nose pretty good, didn't they?"
There was a thud, the sound a body made when it
And then the curtain to the caravan was being pushed back, and an Alpha with red eyes was baring his neck and offering her his hand.
"You can't go back!" he yelled. "You'll die!"
Ochako huffed, dodging to the right this time
"Fuck! Could you just listen to me!?"
"What didja expect, Katsuki?" a new voice called from behind her. "I don't blame her for running!"
Shit. Their attack must be more or less decided—having multiple people chasing after her was bad.
"I don't know," the other teased, "she's fast as hell. You got this?"
"Fuck you, shitty hair! I do fucking got this!"
“Mkay."
But it didn't matter. She wouldn't be caught.
She used the trees to hide herself from his view, slipping between them
He rushed past her, but quickly realized that he was no longer following her.
"Listen," he offered up into the air as he slid to a stop, "those men
Ochako's eyes widened, and then quickly narrowed. He had to be lying.
"We've been following them for months—we were able to get your tribe to move before they were all murdered, but if you keep
Ochako may not know much of the world, but she would not be tricked so easily. Having caught her breath enough, she sprinted forward once again.
But the Alpha was waiting for her.
He smelt like fire lilies and burning pine. And with his head tilted away like this, it was all she could smell.
"You first," she spat back, snapping back to reality. She wiggled desperately to escape his hold, but he was too strong for her to shake off.
She thrashed harder, tears springing up into her eyes.
"Dammit," he muttered much more softly. He squeezed her wrists again, urging her to look at him. When she did, she saw that his features had softened, except that his brow was
Ochako blinked, visions of her own father kneeling at her mother's feet and kissing her hands as he begged her for forgiveness over even the most meaningless mistakes.
He let out a sigh of relief, and immediately moved to get off of her and offer her a hand up.
Ochako took a moment to herself, glancing back into the forest towards where her home once was before following after the Alpha who's name she didn't even know.
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She followed after him in a daze, every instinct within her urging her to find her tribe, her family, her pack.
But something within those red eyes just /radiated/ honesty.
He had bared his neck to her... If she hadn't been so terrified, she might have seen how
She wasn't sure how things worked outside of her tribe, but within her people...baring one's neck was the greatest form of respect. It meant 'I am putting my life in your hands' or 'I am yours'.
It wasn't something to be done between complete strangers! It must have a different meaning amongst his people. There was no other explanation.
"Keep up," he growled.
"Come on, Bakugou," the voice, 'Shitty Hair', urged, "don't be like that. She's coming, ain't she?" The other Alpha turned to her, his hand brought up to block his
"We're wasting time," 'Bakugou' urged, sniffing the air. "I can smell the ash and dust. He's close."
Ochako opened her mouth to ask who the hell he was even talking about, but Bakugou only grabbed her by the
"Don't touch me," she growled, tugging at her arm but nonetheless following him.
He let go of her with a huff.
"'M trying to make sure you don't die, Round Face," he growled back, "at the risk of my own fucking life—"
"Well, I'm not!" Bakugou snapped, jabbing a thumb furiously towards Ochako. "She's the one who won't stop fucking scenting."
'Shitty Hair' side-eyed her before bursting into laughter. Ochako almost bit /him/.
Before Ochako could answer, his eyes caught on the caravan they had essentially ransacked, and they were grinding to a stop.
"Did you find the omega?" a pink skinned woman with matching pink hair inquired as she hogtied the grimy beta man
"She's safe," Bakugou answered shortly, brushing past her and the other men in their company. "Leave those men to /him/. It'll buy us time. We're leaving. /Now/."
The pink woman stepped over the whimpering beta to bump shoulders with Ochako.
Ochako sniffed at the air, her eyes widening at Mina's scent—another Omega.
"Uraraka," she said dumbly, her muscles relaxing without her permission as she leaned into Mina's scent.
"Your scent is out of control," she said shrewdly, eyeing where Bakugou had disappeared to. "Those men didn't touch you, did they?"
"They tried," Ochako muttered her eyes glaring back at the beta as Mina guided
Ochako bit her tongue.
"Mina!" Bakugou growled from the caravan, "in!"
Mina rolled her dark eyes, "we're coming, highness."
Ochako's eyes snapped towards Bakugou, her eyes flitting around his form for any sort of raiment that would reflect
She was pulled from her musing by Mina pushing her into the extremely cramped caravan.
"Let's go," Bakugou growled through the curtain to whoever was guiding the horses, and a second later
"Ochako," Mina chirped from where she was nuzzling into her Alpha's arm, "this is Kirishima." She nodded towards the blonde, "that's Bakugou, that's Sero, and that's Kaminari." Ochako met their eyes briefly, taking note that both Sero and Kaminari were betas.
Ochako quirked her head to her side.
"I have always been faster than the Alphas of my tribe."
Ochako shook her head, "my people kept to themselves."
They all exchanged glances, and Ochako felt something nasty crawl up her throat.
"It's not that," Bakugou growled, his glare settling on her.
Kirishima nodded, one of his large arms settling around Mina's waist.
"Your tribe's sense of selflessness is amazing," he said. "We only got
"The rest of this realm is not so kind," Mina finished for him, something dark
Ochako blinked, nodding as she curled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them. Her eyes flashed towards Bakugou.
"When can we set off to find my tribe?"
"When this bastard stops following us," he answered back simply.
"When will that be?"
"Don't fucking know."
"That's not a good enough answer," Ochako growled, her heart longing for her family.
Ochako wanted to claw at him.
Mina's hand found hers next to her.
"We made a promise to your family to bring you back to them," she said, her pheromones relaxing
"The man we're running from—" Mina started sleepily from where she was still
"Why is he following you?"
"That's our curse," Kaminari said.
"Tch," came from Bakugou.
Ochako's brows pulled together, but she shrugged off her confusion and frustration.
"Rest up, cheeks," Bakugou rumbled, tossing her a rolled up blanket. "We'll watch over you."
Ochako blinked at him, nodded, and the
"Jeesh," Sero complained, pointing a finger at Bakugou. "Can you get your scent under control, man?"
Bakugou bristled, but Mina intervened before he could snap back at the beta.
"It wouldn't be bad if it didn't smell like he's about to go into rut," Sero replied, plugging his nose.
Sero sniffed at the air again, his muscles visibly relaxing. "Okay, fine," he allowed as he melted to the floor. Everyone seemed to be much more relaxed with this new scent of comfort the Alpha was giving off—Ochako may not know much of the world, but she knew these people
She elected to use the blanket as a pillow for now, and sunk into the cushion just as easily as the others seemed to be doing.
Her eyes drooped, heavy with the day's events.
She could allow herself to drift off with the sweet scent surrounding her.
She woke up, burning from the inside out. She was sweating and panting, and it was nearly unbearable.
Someone was shaking at her shoulders, and she couldn't help but lean into the touch.
"She's going into heat," she heard Mina say from above her, worry dripping
"Shit," another voice swore nearby—Ochako couldn't tell who because her eyes were blurry with tears.
Someone whimpered, pitiful and long, and it took Ochako a second to realize that it came from /her/.
"We can't stop, Mina," someone else chimed in, "the sun hasn't
"I /know/," Mina insisted, "I /know/ that, Ei. Just. Give her some space."
Ochako reached up for Mina, not really knowing what she was looking for. But Mina wove their fingers together, and brought her other hand down to the scent gland on her neck, massaging it
"How the hell are we supposed to give her fucking space right now, Mina?" someone asked nasally, like they were plugging their nose.
Mina rounded on them in an instant.
"Oh so first my scent is comforting, and now it's got to go—?!"
"Don't take it as a personal attack, man," Kirishima's voice interjected, "I think your scent is
"That's ridiculous," Bakugou growled more clearly, "that's—" he cut himself off with a huff. A moment passed, the only sound Ochako groaning in discomfort as her nose seemed to seek out that smokey scent. Her unoccupied fingers reached out for it.
"Yeah," Kaminari piped in, "you feeling okay? You look tense as hell."
"'M fucking—fine," Bakugou grunted out. With a harumph, a growl, and the rustling of curtains, his scent was dampened as he left their
Ochako whimpered more at that, her body acting completely on instinct as she wanted nothing more than to get deeply lost in Bakugou's scent.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back.
"Down, omega," Mina chided as she guided Ochako's
"No clue," Mina murmured back, "I'm acting on instinct just as much as Uraraka here." She paused for a moment. "But I once heard that the omegas in omega houses were
"That's fucking messed up," Sero said sadly.
"I'm glad we could save her," Kaminari said softly, as Ochako
"Yeah," they each agreed, all eyes on Ochako as she fell back asleep despite her heat.
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Bakugou listened from outside, his hands tensed around the reigns. Her scent was overbearing in a /good/ way, and it took all of his concentration to focus
Her scent was perfect. He'd never smelt anything like it. He'd never /wanted/ anything like he wants her scent.
His knuckles turned white around the reigns.
"Keep going," he murmured
Through the trees and from behind the mountains in front of them, he could see the sun beginning to light up the sky.
At one point the caravan stopped, and Bakugou pulled back the curtain, his scent rushing forward like a tidal wave.
"Shit," Mina exclaimed, scrambling forward in a hurry.
But Ochako was already on Bakugou, her teeth bared as she aimed for the scent gland on his neck.
"Get out, stupid alpha!" Mina growled, grabbing Ochako again and rearing her back.
Kirishima and Sero stretched before climbing out of the caravan. As soon as the curtains shut, Ochako was calm again.
Mina shook her head, "it'll block my scent from Uraraka."
"But if you're found—"
Kaminari place a hand on Kirishima's arm.
"Hopefully it's enough to disguise her heat," Mina muttered.
"We won't be long, raccoon eyes!!" Bakugou yelled
Bakugou hadn't lied. They were hardly gone for more than an hour. But when they returned, they returned with food and extra raiment which had been promptly draped over Uraraka.
No matter how nice Mina's scent was, she nearly bit her hand off when the other omega
"Knock it off, Uraraka!" she growled, nipping at Ochako's fingers. "You need to put this on!"
Ochako thrashed against it, pulling a sigh from Mina's lips.
"Sero?" Mina asked.
"Right," the Beta said, crawling forward
They stayed in that spot for several hours before they were traveling again.
She averted her eyes when he climbed in, face red and ashamed
Her embarrassment was momentarily forgotten, however, as it came to her attention how /itchy/ the collar was around her
"What's with this thing?" she grumbled to everyone as she tried in vain to scratch underneath the leather.
"It was for your protection," Mina explained—Mina had also put on one similar as soon Ochako had become coherent. "If you're caught with out one by someone other
"What would happen?" Ochako grumbled, "I would break an Alpha's arm before letting them touch me."
The others shared a meaningful glance with one another.
"A what?" Ochako inquired, her eyes flicking to Bakugou stupidly. He was staring at her with intensity and she was immediately reminded of her embarrassing behavior over the past few days and quickly looked away.
"Her people are sensible," Mina pointed out. "Are we really surprised?"
"Not all all," Bakugou grumbled.
"Hah?" Kaminari said with a sly grin, "but your people practically worship omegas, don't they?"
"We /respect/ omegas, Dunce Face," he growled, "fuckin' smart ass."
"In your culture that's not too far off from worship though," Sero said quietly, like he couldn't resist saying it but still didn't want the Alpha to hear.
Despite her anxious feelings, their rowdy behavior was cause for a smile to bloom across her face.
Once they had settled down, Ochako reached for her collar again.
"Give it a few days," Mina said, "omegas are easily tracked during their heats. We should wait a bit to make sure any trace of your heat scent is gone."
"It's an archaic practice to collar omegas," she grumbled.
"I still don't understand why."
"To protect your ass," Bakugou growled. "It's fucking messed up, but it's just the way it is."
Ochako huffed, hugging her knees.
She wondered how long these kind people who had saved would keep running before they could guide her home.
On sunny days, when their food was beginning to wane, a few of the boys would stop at a town to restock.
Someone always stayed with her, and so far she had kept her mouth shut about it,
At the least, she was allowed to remove the collar a few days ago.
But when she saw Mina putting her collar back on, and preparing to head into town, she only barely held back a whine of protest.
Ochako pouted, not understanding why her instincts seemed to find so much comfort from Mina's presence but also not really caring it was the case.
...not that they had. They were all extremely respectful of her presentation, on the contrary.
She had even asked Mina about it once.
Mina had nodded, smiling softly.
"How did you meet him?"
Mina had stiffened at that, and Ochako had glanced over at Sero in alarm, afraid she had said
Mina had nodded, and had shuffled around to nuzzle underneath Ochako's chin like she needed the comfort from her for once.
Mina sighed, "it's Alpha voice. Works against omegas like clockwork. It's /impossible/ for omegas to disobey an alpha command."
Mina shook her head.
"You dont know what's it's like, Ochako," she insisted, "never take alphas lightly."
"Even Kirishima and Bakugou?"
Mina had winced, pulling back from her slightly. Ochako immediately regretted her tone.
"They might," Mina interrupted, avoiding Sero's eyes.
Ochako blinked, shifting uneasily.
"What—what happened to make you say that?"
"It was my fault," Mina insisted, tears in her eyes and doing little to explain. "Kirishima has dedicated his life to making it up to me, too. Bakugou nearly
"What was?" Ochako asked desperately.
But Mina only shook her head, the tears spilling down her pink cheeks as she bit her lip to keep her emotions in.
Ochako wondered how long she had been keeping these emotions in.
She bit her lip, looking up at Mina forlornly.
Mina held a pained look in her eyes as she glanced back to Bakugou.
"Bakugou?" she implored, staring him down with soft pleading eyes.
He grunted, "she doesn't know what that will entail."
"I think he's embarrassed, Mina," Kirishima whispered too loudly to actually disguise his words.
"Shut the fuck up, Eijirou," Bakugou growled, a blush on his cheeks.
Bakugou harrumphed but did as she said.
"Okay," Mina started, turning to Ochako with a smile, "after I'm done explaining you can
Ochako huffed in amused irritation, unable to disguise her own smile. If she were being honest, she's not sure what could hold her back from finally getting out of the travel cart.
"Lay it on me," she said in confidence.
"Well, in these towns and cities, unmated omegas are immediately taken away to omega houses, you know."
"Yeah," she nodded. They had certainly made that clear over the weeks she had been with them.
"So we have to trick 'em into thinking you /are/ mated. To an"
"A-and?" Ochako demanded a little less confidently as the pieces were all beginning to fit together.
"Well, Kirishima is taken already," Mina explained easily, probably enjoying the way she was torturing her, "so that just leaves our Bakugou."
"Bakugou has to scent you," he explained, pushing a grinning Mina away, "thoroughly. And while we're in town he'll have to parade you around like you're his."
But she quickly shook her stupor away.
"Alright," she agreed, meeting Bakugou's eyes as he returned with the collar.
Bakugou growled, rounding on the two.
"Can you guys fuck off?" he grumbled. "The last thing I need is your nosy eyes on us."
Mina and Kirishima ventured towards the caravan and to pretend like they were getting provisions ready for their trip.
Katsuki sighed, rolling his eyes before
He bared her neck for him again like he had when they first met, and Ochako's face flushed red. There /had/ to be a different meaning behind that than what she knew.
Was her trying to tell her that he meant no harm? In context, that would make sense—
"You look uncomfortable as fuck," he said, tilting his neck back up and straightening his back. "I'm not gonna scent you if you're really that apprehensive."
"No," Ochako protested immediately, tilting her own neck without thinking.
But she didn't move or back down.
"I can't stay cooped like this," she said, eyes hardening into something serious. "Even though
"You trust too easily," he grumbled, stepping towards her and offering her one of his wrists. "You've ever been scented like
Ochako shook her head—she had been close to her pack in her tribe, but scenting was reserved for mates.
Bakugou nodded with hard eyes.
"Here," he said, pushing his wrist towards her. "I'll let you handle it. Less intrusive."
"Just. Take your thumbs and press into the gland here—" he grunted, his scent spiking more intensely than it ever had before. She stopped pressing into his wrist immediately, glancing up at him with wide eyes. "—like
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize and just get on with it."
Ochako nodded, digging her thumbs in again and finding a rhythm that had the scent of fire lilies surrounding her like a blanket. She shut her eyes, trying to ignore his intense stare
"Shit," she gasped at the contact, her knees giving out against
Bakugou acted on instinct, catching her before she could stumble towards the ground. But with one of his wrists still pressed to her neck, it was awkward and he effectively had to catch her around the waist to steady her.
"Yeah," she breathed, her fall making his wrist and scent press against her more intensely. She stepped away from him, but kept his wrist in place when he tried to move away. "S'kinda intense. Caught me off guard. But
He nodded, glancing away as she rubbed his wrist across her scent gland more tentatively. Her own scent reacted, and she realized belatedly that Bakugou would also walk away from this smelling like her.
Gods, this was so awkward.
She and Bakugou avoided eye contact until she was finished, faces red and dignity only slightly in tact.
When she dropped his wrists and stepped away, he immediately pushed the collar into her hands.
"Here," he grumbled, turning away from her, "we need to
"Right," she nodded, looking down at the collar with a sneer before bringing it up to her neck.
Bakugou left her to yell at Kaminari and Sero to finish getting ready.
Ochako sighed in frustration.
"Ugh," she grumbled, pulling at the damned thing.
"Here?" Bakugou grunted, "the omega houses in this district provide for some of the wealthiest bastards in the realm."
Kirishima snorted, turning around slightly to ruffle her hair. "Dreaming big as always, Mina."
"I'm with you there," Bakugou admitted, "but with that bastard chasing after us, we don't really have a good timetable to—"
Bakugou glanced back at her, eyebrow raised.
"We might be in the business," Kaminari answered slyly.
"Calling it a business sounds like we make money off this shit," Sero said,
"Where do the omegas go?" Ochako asked. "The ones you save?"
"We know someone in Port Brymere," Mina said, saddling up to Kirishima as they reached the outskirts of town that lead into the city. He wrapped an arm around her waist in an almost
She jumped when Bakugou elbowed her.
"We're getting close," he grumbled. "Even if I bought into these ridiculous ideologies, I wouldn't parade around an omega behind me like some dog." He offered her one of his arms. "We walk side by side."
"Stick close to me," he said, "and you shouldn't be bothered."
"Are omegas really treated like property?" she inquired, eyebrows furrowed. Despite everything they've said, it was still
"Some of these bastards walk their omegas around on a leash. Like they're gods, not men. Like the world owes them something for just being Alpha." The venom in his voice was unlike anything she had heard from him. If it wouldn't draw attention to them,
She grimaced, facing forward as they made their way into the city.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet.
Disgust surged up from her stomach at the sight—the omega, clad in jewels and gold that did little to cover their body, had a look in his eyes that she'd seen before. A look she'd seen many times during a hunt.
The most horrific part of the image were the bruises and scrapes that littered the omega's body. Clearly he had been beaten, and on different occasions judging by the variations in color. And the Alpha had the nerve to
"Makes me sick," Bakugou muttered, so quietly she almost missed it. Ochako nodded, trying her best to push down her shock and disgust so as to stay focused.
There was a large part of her that wanted so badly to run up to the Alpha and kick him
"Don't," Bakugou warned as she began to step away from him, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her back.
"We can't help 'em when it's us against this entire city," he growled back, letting go of her when she stopped trying to squirm out of his hold. "We'll have to find a different way."
Gods, she felt sick. Like she was breathing through sludge.
"Hey," Bakugou rumbled, placing a hand on her shoulder, "you okay?"
Bakugou sighed, glancing back at the others who had stopped with them.
"We need to go back," he said to them.
"No!" Ochako insisted, "we're already here. It would be a waste to turn back empty-handed."
Ochako nodded, wiping tears away furiously and breathing in deeply before letting it out.
Bakugou and his pack waited patiently for her to recompose herself. It took her a minute to
Soon she was breathing evenly and standing on sturdy feet.
"Don't make us go back," Ochako pleaded to Bakugou, "I-I let my emotions overtake me. I won't let it
Bakugou studied her for a long moment, finally nodding.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Bakugou pulled back from her, offering her his arm once again. She took it gratefully, leaning into their mixed scent to add to the act.
Or so Ochako thought.
"That's this city's omega house. Despite the way it looks, this one is the last house an omega would want to end up in."
"Why?" Ochako asked, her eyes narrowing at the watch guards.
"It's the customers that make this one so bad," Kirishima explained. "A bunch of self-centered sharks
Bakugou and Mina grunted their agreeance.
Bakugou pulled her around with a hand on her back, talking to vendors about the jewels of the city, commenting that he was looking to find a second omega, and praising this city for it's advancement.
At one point another Alpha referred to /her/ as a jewel, and she had to hold in her gag of disgust. Bakugou's hold on her had tightened, and he asked with dark eyes for the
Ochako was actually grateful Bakugou was playing up the possessive act; it kept unwanted eyes off her.
Another term caught her attention more than 'jewel'.
"What's a 'defiled'?" Ochako asked Bakugou quietly, as they moved through the
Bakugou shook his head.
"No," he said, "it's an omega that's been claimed by a beta."
Ochako quirked her head to side, her mouth opening to ask more when an Alpha shouldered past her roughly. Ochako stumbled backwards
"Watch it," he sneered, "and /apologize/."
Ochako froze, the command halting everything in her mind except for his instruction. It was like she was pushed to the back of her own mind, screaming in vain
"I'm sorry," she said, bowing slightly.
She came back to herself as soon as the command had been obeyed, eyes wide with horror.
"Even think about giving her another order, and I'll go for your fucking jugular."
But Ochako thought it might be because he wasn't actually acting right now.
Ochako stared after him with gaping eyes.
"Bastard," Bakugou huffed, moving in to check on her.
"What /was/ that?" Ochako asked.
Ochako couldn't imagine what her life would now be like had Bakugou not saved her
Made her wonder if omegas obeyed out of fear of such a thing being used against them.
Bakugou sighed.
"We really threw you into the fire, huh?"
"Let's not waste this trip then, yeah?"
He lead her on with his hand on her back, pushing through the busy streets as they tried to find any information that would be useful to them.
"What's wrong?" Bakugou inquired, looking around wildly.
"The King's dogs," he explained, nodding towards a group of Alpha's adorned in armor, spears in their hands. "Where's
They looked around, but Kirishima had already been stopped by one of the men and was being searched from head to toe.
"Shit," Bakugou growled, taking a jewel that had been hanging around his neck and throwing it at Ochako.
Denki chuckled nervously, pulling out a black book and passing it
Bakugou rolled his eyes, rounding on Ochako.
"Don't move, okay?" he asked, glaring at an Alpha guard who was making his way towards them. "This shouldn't take long."
Ochako nodded nervously, watching from the side as Bakugou and Denki were asked to open their bags.
"/Step back/," a voice commanded her, making her freeze as her agency was shoved to the back of her head again.
She stepped back, her back hitting a solid chest.
The hand on her arm tugged her away from the plaza, tugged her through the crowds, tugged her into a shadowed alleyway where he finally
"As I thought," the Alpha from earlier said—the one who had beaten his omega back and blue. Had he followed them this whole time?? "You're only pretending to be mated to that Alpha."
"/Don't move/, little omega," he grinned, stepping into her space. "Your little stunt is punishable by death, you know. But I won't tell as long as you're good."
His hands landed on her hips, and he pushed her against the wall to more
"Not that you have much of a choice," he purred, his hands moving up her waist and further as Ochako remained helpless in his hold. Tears were pouring down her cheeks as she screamed in desperation at the back of her mind.
Ochako found herself as soon as the Alpha hit the floor, unconscious. She breathed in and out heavily and quickly, eyes roving around wildly for the source of
"You stupid?" a new voice asked. Ochako whipped her head to the right, wide brown eyes locking onto a man with red and white hair. "If you want a decent life, get as far from this city as your feet can take you."
He looked kind of.. sad as he said it.
He sighed, traipsing over to her.
Her heart was still beating wildly in fear, and his... unsettling scent didn't much help her to calm her breathing.
"Word of advice," he started, looping his arm through hers, "don't give them enough time to open their shitty mouths."
Ochako blinked, because—he sounded like he was speaking from experience.
"Hey," another Alpha—the one that had shoved past her in the plaza—creeped into the alleyway. "/Stop/!"
Ochako froze in her tracks.
And strangely enough, so did the beta next to her.
"/Hands up/."
They both put their hands up.
"Second word of advice," the man growled, wincing like he was in pain as he stepped in front of her and dropped into a defensive position.
He grunted, stomping his foot onto the ground. Ice shot at the Alpha who had been so smug and self assured that he hadn't bothered to check to see if they were actually following him.
She ran towards the man as he collapsed back onto his ass.
"You okay?" she asked in concern, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He huffed, "yeah."
"Oi!"
Ochako whipped her head to the end of the alley, relief flooding through
The man next to her lifted an icy hand, ready to attack again.
"Stop!"
Ochako pushed his hand back down, before he could attack them. He glanced up at her with fear in his eyes, like she had betrayed him.
Bakugou and Kaminari's footsteps grew louder as they jogged closer to them.
"The fuck happened, pink cheeks?" Bakugou asked, crouching down and placing a hand on her head to tilt it up towards him, looking for any signs
The omega man on the ground growled at him, and Bakugou immediately backed off with his hands up. But his eyes narrowed in concentration as he stared at the omega.
"Wait," Kaminari said, "are you a Todoroki!?"
"Are you hurt?" Bakugou gruffed out, sniffing at the air. "You smell terrified."
"You might need to scent her again, man," Kaminari agreed, soothing pheromones pouring off him
Bakugou grunted, offering her his wrist again as he waited for her to explain.
She heard the crackling of ice from where Todoroki was looming over one of the alphas, and she winced as she began to massage into Bakugou's wrist for the second time that day.
He ran for it, running past Ochako and towards the crowded streets before Todoroki could get to him.
Ochako stepped away from Bakugou and towards Todoroki.
"You're an omega?" she inquired softly. Todoroki glanced over at her and then at Bakugou and Kaminari. Ochako let out a shaky breath. "And it's
Todoroki sighed.
"Not for long, at least," he relented, cursing again. "Old man won't be happy about this."
"You could come with us," Ochako offered, gesturing to Bakugou and Kaminari.
Todoroki laughed self-deprecatingly.
Ochako watched him leave with concerned eyes.
"It's his choice," he said, brushing his wrist across her neck. "I don't think anything we say would make him trust us."
"No it's not, Uraraka," Kaminari assured, stepping closer to her to wrap a comforting arm around her. "Don't think like that."
Ochako stared into his sincere amber eyes, nodding stiffly.
She made eye contact with him as he was being dragged away.
Bakugou grimaced, pushing her forward without saying a word.
"We can't right now, Ochako," Mina told her solemnly. "Not without losing you too."
Ochako nodded.
"But we'll figure something out?"
That would have to suffice for now.
"Smells like that fuckin' Deku," Bakugou growled, confusing Ochako.
"Aww," Mina whined, looking around, "where is he then?"
"Up here!" a voice called from the top of pine tree.
"Kacchan!" 'Deku' greeted brightly, offering a wave before jumping down from the tree. He landed in a crouch before them, standing up straight and smiling at them all. "Find what you needed in the city?"
"Aw c'mon, Kacchan," Deku wheezed. "Your people miss you! Don't you want a break?"
Deku grinned up at Sero, not even bothering to escape Bakugou's hold.
"Or maybe I just want a turn, Hanta, ever think of that?"
Bakugou rolled his eyes, releasing Deku.
"Ah," Midoriya started sheepishly, "but don't you have your own mission to get to right now?"
"Hey!" Kirishima interjected, pointing his finger at Midoriya, "have you been following us again?"
"No, we both just happened to be here," he answered honestly. "I actually have been watching the Todoroki's for weeks."
Ochako perked up at this.
"You know that omega then? The one pretending to be a beta?"
"I haven't met you before. Hi!" he greeted, holding a hand out to her, "I'm Midoriya Izuku!"
Ochako accepted it, sniffing lightly at the air and determining that he was a beta.
"...Uraraka Ochako."
Ochako felt guilt tear at her heart—she still couldn't shake the thought that this was all her mess.
Bakugou pinched his nose.
Mina whooped.
"The entire house!?" she sang, jumping up and down in excitement.
"If anyone could do it," Midoriya piped up, glancing briefly at Ochako, "it would be you guys. Hey," he nodded towards her, "what's your magic?"
"Just thinking," he said, "that this endeavor would be a lot easier with someone on the inside."
Ochako glared at him.
"You don't get to decide that for me," she insisted.
"And you don't know what the hell you'd be getting yourself into!"
"Whoa, wait," Mina interjected, "he fought Alpha voice?"
Ochako nodded to Mina.
"He could still move freely, even after that Alpha commanded us to stop," she explained. "What if I could learn to do the same?"
"The command shouldn't have worked on him in the first place if that were the case," Sero pointed out. "Unless he was claimed by a beta."
"Who do you think been's keeping this fucking secret?" Bakugou growled, arms crossed over his chest.
"What?" Mina asked, "you think Todoroki Enji has been illegally
"He doesn't really seem like the type of man to care so much about protecting the rights of an omega. Even if that omega is his son."
Ochako shuffled her feet, sighing.
"What if I learned how to fight a command?" she said. "By, uh, having one of you command me until I beat it."
Kirishima stiffened, visibly shrinking in on himself.
"Katsuki," he murmured, looking away from them all, "you already know how I feel about that."
"Shouldn't that be my decision?" she inquired, fists clenched.
"Then I'll go to that omega house without your help!" she barked, voice raised in indignation.
Silence followed her outburst.
Mina was grinning from ear to ear at Ochako's boldness, Bakugou and Midoriya looked mildly impressed, while Sero, Kaminari and Kirishima gaped like fish.
"You're not really giving me much of a choice here," he sighed, uncrossing his arms. He then grumbled out an exasperated, "devious omega."
"I owe that man," she proclaimed much more quietly. "He saved me."
Bakugou jabbed his thumb at Ochako.
"She has it."
"You—!" she huffed, "gave me a /curse/?" She pulled it off and thrust it into Midoriya's hands.
"What?" Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Nothing can bother you while the sun's still out."
"Didn't happen."
"Almost happened, infuriating alpha," she pouted as Midoriya tucked the jewel underneath the collar of his shirt.
"Oi, Midoriya," Kaminari said, "you wanna take the caravan?"
"The horses won't listen to me like they do Kacchan," he said. "I can make do on foot." He crouched down, wisps of green light flitting around him. "Better get a head start though." He grinned at them, "see you around."
"Hope he's okay going off by himself again," Mina murmured.
"Finally," Mina cheered under her breath. "We'll get some decent sleep!" She looped her arm through Ochako's. "Let's start a fire!"
Mina and Ochako both removed their collars eagerly before setting off in search of some firewood. Mina watched in awe as Ochako used her quirk on a tree before chopping it down with Sero's axe.
"That's a pretty neat magic," Sero commented with a grin, "I bet if you and I teamed up, we'd be pretty kickass!"
"See?"
Ochako nodded, grinning back at him. It then occurred to her, that she didn't know any of their magic.
She thought she had also seen Kirishima use his magic to chop fruit and meat with his bare hands.
"Hn. Me?" he asked, surprised. "Bakugou nearly killed me for swiping that jewel off him. But he thought I could be useful instead." Sero
"He's a good alpha," Sero said, following her gaze. "But it's not really surprising once you learn his past. Or maybe it
"What do you mean?" Ochako asked, brows furrowed.
"He's not from this land," Sero answered, "his people are well off and just. There was no tragic event that pulled him to this country to do what he does now. He chose all this because he's a good man."
"Kinda like you, huh?"
Ochako hummed.
It was hard to imagine a Bakugou as naive about the world as she was now, but Sero's words somehow gave her comfort.
She could help others too. With the help of this pack, she could even help Todoroki.
"Oh," she said awkwardly, eying up the place where the others had placed theirs. From the looks of it, they planned to sleep in a puppy pile. But she
Kaminari blinked, perhaps not expecting his question to create such inner turmoil.
"I'll uh," Ochako continued, "take it for now, Kaminari. Thank you."
"Oh, um, then I guess over there?" she asked more than told, pointing to the vacant tarp. Kaminari's eyes slid over to the spot and he promptly scrunched up his nose in distaste.
"Let her do what she wants, Denki," Bakugou sighed, swiping the mat from his hands and using it to wack the back of his head. He dropped the mat back into his startled hands. "Stop being a pest."
Ochako wasn't sure if she should feel relieved or disappointed.
"Oi," Bakugou grumbled at her, "after we eat, we're doing this shit."
"Are you going to cook, Katsuki?" she inquired like an excited puppy, grabbing ahold of his arm which Bakugou immediately shook off.
"Depends. Are you going to leave me the fuck alone while I cook?"
"Cooking is Bakugou's 'me' time," Sero mock
Bakugou cupped his hands, and Ochako was shocked when short bursts of explosive fire erupted from them. "Want me to blow up your food before you can get your hands on it?"
Sero straightened out immediately.
"No!"
Ochako perked up at this.
"Kirishima is hunting?" she asked, glancing around to confirm that the red head was no where in sight. "Do you think he would mind me joining?"
Ochako huffed out a laugh, and nodded. There was an assortment of weapons near the caravan; she opened her mouth to ask if she could take one and kicked herself for it. He had /just/ told her she didn't have to ask.
"Which way he run off to?"
Mina pointed to the woods on the left, "he couldn't of gotten too far. Just call his name. He's got ears like a bat."
"Should we be worried about her?" Kaminari asked as he watched her run away.
Bakugou scoffed, "she can take care of herself."
"What if she runs into an unfriendly alpha?"
"That's it," Bakugou growled, "you get to make your own portion tonight."
"What? No. C'mon! I'm stopping, I'm stopping!"
Kirishima hadn't gotten far, and had come to find when she called out his name just like Mina had said.
"Oh," he said nervously, glancing behind her, "Did Bakugou not come with you?"
Ochako's brows furrowed, and she shook her head.
Kirishima blinked at her, eyes softening.
"Oh, fuck," he grumbled to himself before holding eye contact with her. "Sorry, Uraraka. I didn't
"Alright," he grinned, flexing his arm, "then I'll follow your lead now!"
Ochako's cheeks hurt from the smile that brought to her face.
When she and Kirishima got back to camp, it was with a giant buck slung over the Alpha's shoulders as he chattered away at how great of a hunter she was.
Ochako couldn't help but walk a little taller at his praise.
"Holy shit!" Sero exclaimed, pointing at the buck Kirishima laid out before them, "meat!" He, Kirishima, Kaminari and Mina all began to excitedly chant 'meat! meat! meat!' excitedly.
"Let's cook this feast," he grinned, actually looking excited.
Bakugou broke out some of their more expensive spices, which Mina told him he rarely ever used, and barked orders at them on how to help him
It was one of the most delicious meals she had ever had.
Ochako smiled at him, but then remembered her family. Her pack.
Gods, she hoped they were okay.
"Hey," a low voice rumbled from above her. She looked up to see Bakugou with his arms crossed. He nodded towards the trees. "You ready?"
Before she could reunite with her family, she had something she needed to do.
"Yeah," she said, "let's go."
"Go run free for a while," he told them, running his hand through their manes and then stepping away. They responded joyfully, galloping off into the forest.
Bakugou's eyes slid over to her and he snorted.
"Just a friend, then?" Ochako teased.
Bakugou rolled his eyes, moving forward with a swish of his cape. He motioned for her to follow, and Ochako skipped forward to walk
Ochako chatted with him amicably, asking him questions about his ability to speak to animals while he offered short (usually one-worded) answers or grunts. Sometimes he answered with sarcastic questions of his own.
Spring wasn't far off, and the region they'd traveled to was warmer than what she was used to. The trees
It struck her how relaxed he seemed without the curse, how relaxed they /all/ seemed.
Ochako hadn't wanted to pry before, but perhaps now without the threat of night they might be inclined to share what it was they were running from.
Ochako shook her head. "I'm not backing out."
Bakugou huffed, but nodded. "Okay. We start now. /Take your shoes off/."
Ochako froze. At least—that's what it felt like as her will,
Something about this command felt different. Perhaps it was the innocent nature of the command itself or the intention behind
And it made her realize.
She—Ochako—had been shoved to the back of her own mind so that her omega could move forward. She had been too panicked before to notice.
/Alpha/, her omega said as it obeyed the command without resistance.
Ochako's legs stretched towards the water, her toes dipping in. She yelped as soon as her mind returned to her, retracting her toes from the ice cold water. She glared at him for that one.
/Don't smile/, she told her omega fruitlessly. /He's being mean/.
/Alpha/, shot back her omega just as intensely as before, the muscles of her face pulling her lips into a smile in an act completely meant to /please Alpha/.
"No," she growled, not bothering to resist the urge to punch his arm since it was /her/ thought and she /liked/ doing as she pleased and he /deserved/ it. "We've only just started."
The scent of fire lilies and charcoal mixed with the water breeze, and Ochako /did/ resist the urge to lean into his scent.
"Fuck," he rumbled, watering down his scent immediately, "sorry."
"Keep going," she implored, punching his arm again, albeit much more lightly.
The omega within her complied.
They kept at it for an hour until the sun finally disappeared behind the mountains and horizon, and Bakugou finally deemed it time for them to return to camp.
Ochako hummed. "When Alpha voice is used, it's like I'm being shoved to the back of my head by my omegan instincts. And there is no logic or reason beyond 'obey Alpha'."
Bakugou looked thoughtful, and Ochako allowed him the space to formulate his thoughts properly.
She appreciated that he was taking this as seriously as she was.
"Well," he finally said as they arrived at their campsite, "we'll try again tomorrow."
Bakugou eyed it, fingers twitching. "You /can/ sleep alone if you'd like," he said quietly. "Mina and Denki cling, and you already know Kirishima snores, so I wouldn't blame you. But—you're not...intruding or anything."
"Well," he cleared his throat. "Do what you want." He nodded, walking off towards where the others were ready for bed.
This was foreign territory for her. Her pack had sleeping arrangements like this too, but those were usually reserved for family units.
She crept towards them on unsure feet, ready to backtrack the more she overthought everything.
"Ochako!" Mina called from where her spot between Kirishima and Kaminari.
Kaminari perked up at her presence, a smile lighting up his face.
"Uraraka!" he exclaimed, "Did you decide to sleep with the pack after all?"
The gods knew it was the same inner battle every single day.
"Of course!" Kirishima exclaimed, clapping Bakugou's shoulder, "It will certainly put this Alpha at ease!"
Bakugou elbowed him, letting out a warning growl. Kirishima grunted.
"Shut the fuck up, Eijirou." Bakugou sighed, "I didn't want to pressure her to do anything."
"Aw," Mina cooed, "you're so sweet, Katsuki!"
Ochako snorted, his comment putting her somewhat at ease.
"Alright, /alpha/," Kaminari teased, earning a snicker from Sero. Kaminari's amber eyes then flicked over to her, "Kacchan's the biggest bone head of us all, you know. I would hope his invitation to kick extends to him too."
"Go the /fuck/ to sleep," Bakugou grumbled, collapsing down on the mat right next to Ochako's.
She thought having her mat already laid out would make this easier—why did Kaminari have
"Come on, Ochako," Mina grinned, patting the space next to her. "You wouldn't kick me, would you?"
Ochako huffed, "I might have to kick /all/ of you. At least once."
Ochako rolled her eyes, carefully laying down on her mat between Bakugou and Mina and pulling the furs over herself. She kept her back to the Alpha, facing Mina who eagerly grabbed one of her hands to hold.
Not having to worry about dying in the night was good enough reason to ignore the sun and just sleep.
Ochako's eyes opened slowly as she adjusted to the sun. It occurred to her belatedly that she was trapped. Mina's back was pressed against her own, and
Her eyes opened wide in realization.
She was being held in the circle of Bakugou's arms. Her nose was pressed into his scent gland as if she had sought it out during her sleep, and one of her hands was resting
She flushed, resisting the sudden urge to nuzzle further into his scent and warmth.
As if reading her thoughts, Bakugou's arm tightened around her and tugged her even closer.
In the caravan she had always slept close to Mina and no one else. She knew how clingy Mina was in her sleep, and Bakugou had said the same of her last night.
But he had never said anything about himself.
She should have guessed.
Pack alphas were more often than not extremely affectionate during their sleep.
It was cute to see Bakugou like this. He looked peaceful. Ochako could only imagine how content his alpha must be without the threat of attack hanging over
It was callous of her to so selfishly take from them in this way—to seek out their safety and warmth to combat her own loneliness when she wasn't a member
They had been kind to her, and continued to show kindness to her.
Mina stirred behind her, setting off a chain reaction of morning groans and stretches.
"Touch me and you die," he grumbled, keeping his eyes shut.
"Ochako's pretty cozy with you," Mina pointed out. Ochako could hear the shit-eating grin in her voice. "Where's her 'touch me and you die'?"
Bakugou left in a flourish, the others snickering as he swaggered off towards the river.
"Slow down!" she called after him.
He didn't slow down, nor did he even offer her a glance. His ears were red, probably out of anger, and Ochako could only dread the sorts of embarrassing things he could make her do during their training.
Ochako's legs worked faster. Thankfully his command gave her room to use her mouth still.
"Don't be mean," she pouted. She glared at her legs which were burning as they fought to keep up with him.
Ochako punched his arm.
They trained at the bank of the river. Bakugou commanded her to do simple things, and Ochako failed to refuse.
After an hour of it, Kaminari found them to tell them breakfast was ready.
"We're coming," Bakugou barked, ignoring Kaminari's jibe.
Ochako's mouth watered at the mention of food, and they both stood up to walk back to camp with Denki.
"None," Bakugou answered before Ochako could chime in with her much more optimistic outlook. "That half n' half omega must have been claimed by a beta or some other bullshit. She ain't even fighting my commands."
Bakugou's eyebrows scrunched together.
"Ain't that torture for you?" he asked gruffly.
"I believe in you, Ochako," Kaminari grinned. "Take a break and stuff your face with some meat! Maybe a full stomach is the key!"
Ochako doubted it, but she would try anything.
"I get captured and sent to that omega house," she started, swallowing a bite of meat, "I find that omega and convince him to escape.
"There are so many what if's you need to plan for there," Sero said. "What if that omega doesn't listen to you?
"Also," Kirishima added, "where do you plan to take the omegas as you free them? They can't all take suppressants. You'd run out."
Ochako considered his words with a nod.
"I agree with all of that," she said.
"But," Ochako continued, "I'm not sure the omegas in that house will follow you so easily. Remember how I ran from you? I hadn't even grown up being oppressed like them and I ran.
"No, you're right," Mina said. "An omega mated to an alpha probably doesn't mean much to them."
After breakfast, Kirishima and Mina enlisted her help to gather wild berries, mushrooms, and other kinds of food that could be found growing in the forest and near the river.
"Can you tell me more about that curse we were running from?"
Mina's lips pursed in thought, but she nodded.
"Endless magic. Immortality." Mina shrugged. "Stupid shit that could currupt even the best people."
"But not Bakugou or Midoriya?" Ochako asked with a hum.
"Nope!" Mina grinned, "those boys are too stubborn to be corrupted."
"I wasn't there for that part of the story," Mina answered cheerily.
Ochako's eyebrows rose.
"And you've never asked?"
"Nope!"
"How long has Bakugou had this curse?"
"Can the curse be destroyed?" Ochako asked.
Mina shrugged.
"Midoriya thinks so."
When Ochako, Kirishima and Mina returned to camp, it was to Kaminari arguing with Bakugou. From the sounds of it, their dispute was just on the verge of turning spiteful although at this point it was (mostly) friendly.
"—is it because of that curse?" Kaminari grumbled, continuing on even through Bakugou's scoff. "Come on, Katsuki. Isn't that an ever better reason to just go for it while you're still alive?"
"Says who? I actually think it would make everything more simple."
Kaminari sighed, "yeah, but we don't even know for sure if—"
"How was your trip into the city?" Mina inquired, dropping her collection of mushrooms on the ground.
"Not a word out of Todoroki Enji," Bakugou added. "Bastard has locked himself in his home."
“You’re such a gossip, Hanta,” she proclaimed. “Never change.”
Ochako huffed, chopping faster to distract herself.
She huffed, sitting back down on her ass after Bakugou had commanded her to stand up.
"Hah?" Bakugou turned towards her, eyebrow raised. Well. At least he was looking at her again. "I'm not acting fucking weird."
His scent spiked and he glanced away.
"Like that!" she declared, pointing at him.
Ochako rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Whatever. Just quit being afraid of me."
He looked at her with searching eyes, a glint there making her swallow.
"/Come here/, Ochako," he rumbled, nodding toward the space in front of him.
She stood and moved in front of him.
"/Take my hands/," he commanded.
Ochako's small hands slid into his. Warm and sturdy, his fingers wrapped around her hand.
"/Don't let go/," he ordered, eyes boring into her as her hold on him tightened.
"Come on, Ochako," he growled without any bite to it. His hands squeezed hers. "/Fight it/."
"/Fight it/," Bakugou commanded again, "and /fight every other bastard who pulls this shit on
Ochako bit her lip, pain blossoming where her teeth met skin. Her omega, despite it's confusion, was holding control.
/FIGHT/ she screamed at her instincts /HE SAYS TO FIGHT/
"Come on, omega," he growled softly. "/Fight/."
Ochako's hands squeezed around his in a death grip, the conflicting commands edging towards nothing more than a headache.
/Damn it! Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT/
Bakugou huffed, looking away from the hopelessness and remorse in her eyes.
"/Let go/," he rumbled.
Ochako released his hands and sucked in a desperate breath of air. Her chest was heaving, and it only occurred now that she'd forgotten to breathe.
"This is torturing you," he stated. No accusation, just stating his observation.
"Bullshit 'you're fine'," he snapped. "No one's 'fine' when their will is taken."
"How would you know?" she growled, struggling to her feet. "We're trying again."
"How would you know!?" she repeated more heatedly, getting in his face. "I'm /fine/. Let's go again."
"No."
"Again!"
"Fucking—" he got to his feet and towered over her, "—/no/. It hasn't even been a full day of this shit, and you're panicking!"
His eyes widened as she lurched forward.
"Hey," he rumbled in concern, "hey, /breathe/. Okay?" His scent changed in an instant. Comfort. Safety.
Her fight left her, and she vaguely recognized Bakugou's voice instructing her to breathe as she cried into his neck.
Even if surrounded by trusted friends and family—she could be ripped away from it alm at any moment.
Strangely enough—the command was comforting.
She only needed to breathe.
Ochako nodded against his skin, pulling him even closer.
"Not gonna let anything happen to you, got that?" he continued, stroking her hair.
It was strange.
This whole time she felt like she'd been at war with her omega, fighting for her control, fighting for her place in this vicious world.
They stood like that for a long time as Ochako's breathing evened out. At some point Bakugou had decided to rest his head on top of hers, increasing her feeling of /safe/
She pulled back eventually, feeling more relaxed than she had since being separated from her family.
"Do you trust me, Bakugou?" she inquired, forcing her body away from his.
He cleared his throat, dropping her hand with great reluctance.
"I trust you too," she said, sniffing at the air. "And I trust you to take this
"I—" he started before stopping himself, grinding his teeth. "Is that what you want?"
"Yeah." She stepped closer to him again, trying to get more of that scent and confused when he took a step back.
Ochako breathed in deeply one last time, drinking in his scent as it seemed to weave around
/MATE. MATE. ALPHA./
Her brows furrowed in confusion, and as she opened her eyes again the Alpha in question stood there like he was itching to reach
"Are you," she managed through the fog in her head, "going into rut?"
/MATE. MATE. MATE. YOUR MATE./
He stared her down with grit teeth.
"I've gotta go," he answered in a gravelly voice. Before she could protest, he was spinning on his heels and leaving
He disappeared into the trees and left her by the shore of the river on her own. But his scent remained, swimming around her enticingly until it thinned out without his presence.
As the air finally cleared, so did Ochako's head.
She gaped at nothing.
She knew exactly what this was, and she could hardly believe it or the fact that Bakugou had been keeping this to
Because /that/ was the mate tell. No doubt about it.
Bakugou Katsuki was /her/ alpha.
Katsuki hurried away from Ochako and into camp, sweating and on the cusp of turning around and scenting the omega like a frenzied animal.
"Mina," he growled as he neared his pack, rushing to her and grabbing her by the arm. "I need to talk to you."
"Fuckin' bite me," he grumbled, tugging on her arm to encourage her up. "Come with me. Quickly."
He nodded, letting her go as she got up and brushed herself off.
/Except you missed one/, his alpha insisted.
He nearly whined at that thought, holding it back out of sheer willpower and tensing up all over again.
"Geez," she murmured, her scent thickening to bring him back to his surroundings. "I didn't think your rut was this soon. Thought we had a few more weeks."
Mina paused and then said with wide-eyed wonder, "she sent you into rut, didn't she?"
"You think?" he growled sarcastically.
"I almost wasn't able to," he admitted, breathing in the moss and cypress.
Mina hummed thoughtfully, patting his side again. "Good alpha," she teased, grinning at him fondly.
"Shuddup."
"Air finally clear?" she asked knowingly, sitting down next to him.
"Then why do you still look like you're trying to take a brutal shit?"
The question was so unexpected, a laugh bubbled out of him before he could stop it. Mina grinned at him, knocking her shoulder against his.
He breathed in and out deeply for several more minutes, waiting until his head felt weightless and at peace, until his heart stopped beating so rapidly in his chest.
Mina tensed next to him and the hand in his hair immediately froze. Katsuki cracked open an eye at her.
"You ran from your /true mate/?"
There was awe in her voice.
"I'm not nearly as strong as you must think I am," he admitted. "I was only able to run because I thought of everything you and Eijirou had gone through."
"You're insane," she sniffled. "And I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate having you in my life."
Mina pulled back to look at him.
"I promised to help her in any way possible. Still can't ignore my commands, but…"
She snatched his arm from where it laid in his lap, clasping her hand around his forearm.
He nodded, clasping her arm in return.
"Is that all you had to speak to me about?"
Katsuki shook his head.
"I need you to give her a message from me."
-
Ochako returned to camp well after Katsuki, her mind reeling with different thoughts and feelings as she wrestled with her inner omega to determine her priorities.
She smelt Katsuki on them—so he'd stopped here, huh. And took Mina with him from the looks of it.
Kirishima elbowed Sero in the gut. He grunted, glaring at the redhead.
Ochako huffed, letting out a shaky laugh as she plopped down next to Kaminari.
Kaminari snorted.
"More like we figured it out," he admitted. "Don't know why he was trying to hide it, it was bound to come up eventually." He waved at her. "I mean, look."
Ochako hugged her knees if only to ensure she didn't go running off to find Katsuki and shackle /herself/ down to him.
/FIND YOUR MATE FIND YOUR MATE FIND YOUR MATE/
"Shut up," she grumbled out loud, rubbing her temples.
Ochako nodded, "my omega is having a meltdown. Damned instincts won't be quiet."
They sat there in silence, each one of them giving off gentle pheromones in an effort to soothe her—they were good at doing that. She wondered if they did that for everyone, or if she'd just been around them so long that
She hugged her knees more tightly.
Of course her heart longed for her family—but with each passing day she realized how hard it would be to part ways with this little patchwork pack.
Minutes later Mina appeared from the woods.
Kirishima perked up at the sight of her.
"Katsuki's gonna tough out his rut away from camp," she told them. "At least for the time being." She pointed a finger at Ochako. "He instructed me not to fetch him until
Ochako nodded, glancing up at Mina and blanching the tears in the other omega's eyes.
"I swear to the gods, Ochako," she growled, "if you don't make it out of there in one piece, I'm going to bring you back
Ochako nodded again, opening her arms as tears pooled at her own eyes for some stupid, strange reason.
Mina fell into her arms, nuzzling into her neck.
"Alright, then," she sniffled, "tomorrow we're getting you in."
That night Ochako slept on her own, and it was lonely and miserable—and yet she couldn't bring herself to join the others.
Learning that she and Bakugou were true mates had complicated things too much. She was becoming too attached already, but now...o9
She owed too much to her family to not return to them.
At the first sign of sunlight, Ochako's eyes creaked open almost against her will.
She sat up sluggishly despite the protest of her tired body and mind. Looking around she took note of the four others sleeping soundly on the other side of camp.
Offering them one last gaze she stepped away from this new family of her and towards what could easily be her doom.
The wind blew through the trees, and with it she caught /his/ scent. She inhaled deeply as the breeze rustled her hair, eyes closed.
He was there.
"Katsuki," she murmured, frozen by his stare. Without thinking much of it, she took a step towards him.
Ochako didn't care.
She took another step towards him.
"Ochako," he growled, eyes on fire. "I shouldn't have even come. Don't test me."
"You're an idiot," he grunted, fingernails digging into the wood of the tree. "But I had to see you."
"You don't know what you're asking."
"But I do," she growled, pheromones roaring. "I'm naive and there's much for me to learn of this awful world. But I'm not stupid."
"You are a devil," he rumbled, "and I never said you were stupid."
"Yeah," he agreed, nosing his way towards her neck, nuzzling there and thoroughly scenting her, "a big fucking brave idiot." His rut was still strong, and it was as tantalizing as the first time she'd smelt it.
"Least I'm not an idiot."
"I'm going to punch you," she said as she threaded her fingers through his hair. His hands found her waist, and he pulled her closer to him. "You know the point is for me to smell like an /unmated/ omega."
She hummed. "I suppose just walking down the streets alone will be enough to gather suspicion."
"Be careful, Ochako," he pleaded.
She nodded.
"We'll keep watch over the house, we'll be there to help when you escape."
"You missed," he rumbled.
"Next time," she said back with a ghost of a smile.
"Port Brymere," he answered, "and from there: across the sea. To my home."
"You have that part sorted out?"
Ochako smiled.
"Take care. Tell the others I'll be okay."
-
Before she even made it within the walls, she was taken by guards and declared an unmated omega.
She saw everything in short bursts of images as she was led into the gates and beyond marble walls.
They passed an atrium where her eyes locked onto a familiar head of red and white hair.
Ochako nodded, feeling sick to her stomach. She had to remind herself that this wasn't her life now.
She breathed in deep, his scent still lingering on her skin and clothes.
She could /feel/ him watching over her.
She would be okay.