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“Goodnight, Indo,” Izuku says softly, hand resting gently on the knob of his son’s door to his room. Indo responds with a soft smile, a quiet ‘goodnight, mom’ following a nod.
Izuku pulls the door shut, leaving his seventeen (soon to be eighteen) year old son to unwind and prepare for the night’s slumber. He makes his way down the palace hall, stopping in front of the guard that stands tall and protects his quarters.
“Good evening, Iida. Anybody sneak into my room while I was finishing up my chat with Indo?” He says with a jestful smile.
Iida shakes his head stiffly, straightening his posture. “No, King Izuku. You know I would never let such a thing happen.”
Izuku places a hand on Iida’s shoulder as he opens the double doors to his room. “I know, I got extremely lucky to have you by my side.”
The heat that radiates off Iida’s neck tickles at Izuku’s fingers. He gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze before continuing.
“Please, see that Indo is protected tonight. Lots of alphas came through the palace today, I want to make sure that if he has any trouble, you’ll see to it.”
“Surely, your Majesty. I will stand guard outside his room tonight.”
Izuku nods, a soft smile on his lips as he steps past his faithful guard. “Goodnight, Iida.”
“Goodnight, King Izuku.”
With that, Izuku shuts the double doors to his room, locking them out of precaution. Since he is to be unguarded for the night, it’s only best that he take the utmost precautions.
He makes his way to the attached suite, untying his thick, heavy green cape. He lets it slide off his shoulders, catching it in his left arm as the strain on his shoulders is alleviated. He rolls his neck to the side, stretching out his tense muscles the best he can.
Unfortunately, right now is one of the most stressful times of his entire life.
Indo, his omegan son; his greatest blessing, is a week away from his eighteenth birthday. Which, in their culture, means he is a week away from being wed.
Izuku had heard that some cultures around the world started as early as thirteen, but Izuku refused to put his son in a prickly predicament before his brain was at least half developed.
Izuku has been searching high and low for a proper mate, a proper alpha for his son for the last nearly four years—since right after Indo turned fourteen. The preparations began the day he presented, the day he had his very first heat.
Now, Izuku wasn’t just gonna flog him off to the first alpha that he found. No, god no. Indo, his precious son, the only one he had, the one to carry on the Midoriya lineage… he deserved the best.
So, Izuku searched. Took every alpha that waltzed through the palace doors through an incredulous amount of tests. So far, only one of them has even slightly proved to be worth Indo’s time.
The alpha in question?
Prince Katsuki Bakugou.
He is the son of Mitsuki and Masaru, the queen and king of Doragen. Prince Katsuki is next in line for the Doragen throne, and Mitsuki had proposed that Indo and Katsuki join forces—rule hand in hand.
Prince Katsuki was freshly twenty years old, Mitsuki had mentioned that she gave him the liberty of taking a few years to fool around. Be a teen; do what he wants, within reason.
Whether she allowed it or Prince Katsuki forced her hand, that’s not any of Izuku’s business.
What was his business, was if this alpha would be right for his son. If he would be good to Indo.
However, Prince Katsuki wasn’t the only alpha that Izuku was surveying. Yes, he was the only one to prove his worthiness thus far. Yet, Izuku made sure to have other options available to not only him, but to Indo, as well.
Ultimately, Indo will decide who he mates with. Who he weds with.
Izuku is just offering him the best options, is all.
So, earlier this evening, Izuku had roughly seven alphas summoned to the palace. They were to meet with Indo separately, where Indo would get a feel for how each alpha meshed with himself. If they were too much of a knothead at any point during the meeting, Indo shook his head and Izuku had them removed.
By the end of the night, a total of five of the seven alphas had been removed. Who remained was Prince Katsuki and Prince Shoto—an alpha from the icy kingdom in the north, ruled by King Enji. King Enji also happened to be Prince Shoto’s father.
Indo looked completely exhausted, his eyelids fluttering shut as he stood at the palace gates, waving off the two alphas.
Izuku knew that feeling all too well. That exhaustion.
King Izuku Midoriya was also an omega. An omega who didn’t have the same choice as Indo, though.
Izuku was forced into an arranged marriage the day after he presented, he had just turned fourteen. His parents used the day he was writhing in his bed, his body in agonizing pain as he rewrote his entire physical and mental structure to accommodate being a fertile male omega, to seek out the highest paying bidder to mate and pup their son.
He was taken away from his home, forced into a marriage in name only. The alpha was much older than him, roughly twenty years older. He was the ‘King’ of some small state, a state that was nothing more than a spec on the past maps. Izuku was forcibly bred, spent his first heat constantly knotted and barely conscious. The heat lasted months. Now that Izuku’s an adult, he knows it’s because he was subjected to alphan semen far too early. The King’s personal doctor had explained it as though it were just passing conversation, like Izuku should’ve known.
Izuku should not have come into contact with alphan semen until after his first heat. The first heat is too intense, too much is going on internally that can get heavily damaged if the omega is pumped full of alpha cum.
As a result of that insolent bastard, Izuku had a heat that lasted roughly six months. He nearly died, and at multiple points throughout the endeavor… he had wished that he would. Prayed that death would take him, free him from his hell on earth.
Then, one day, the alpha up and left. Fled. He left Izuku in the home, pupped and barely alive to run the state.
He was fourteen. Half a year until his fifteenth birthday, and he was expected to rule. Thankfully, the alpha never bit him. On his mating gland, that is.
Izuku was able to move forward with his life. The way he sees it now, he was given two blessings out of that dark time in his life. His son, and his kingdom.
King Izuku built the kingdom from the ground up, taking the meek little state and growing it alongside him and Indo. He made trading agreements, created treaties with neighboring kingdoms. Made allies, made enemies, too. Though, his allies far outweighed the foes.
He grew his royal guard, hand picking every soldier that protected his and his son’s lives every single day. Izuku boosted his economy, welcoming any and everyone into the arms of the kingdom of Aldera.
Not only was he blessed with Indo and his now thriving kingdom, that piece of shit alpha left him with one more parting gift.
Izuku hasn’t had a heat since Indo was conceived.
Nearly eighteen years, now. Izuku Midoriya, thirty-two years old, has not had a heat since his very first one.
The palace doctor explained that having no heats was a result of being exposed to alphan semen too soon. Essentially stripping him of his fertility, never to conceive again.
Which, Izuku had come to terms with. He decided it wasn’t all that bad. He had Indo, a beautiful kingdom, lots of people that he trusted.
He was content.
Izuku sighs, having completed his bath and nightly routine by the time he’s done taking a somewhat dim trip down memory lane.
He ties the tie of his silk robe around his waist, heavy legs trudging him over to his nest. Soft, fluffy blankets encircle him as he dives into the middle, dragging his soured mood back to his usual calmness in an instant. He rolls around in his nest for a moment, allowing his mind to reel back in and reset from the thoughts of the past.
Once he’s shaken the past off his mind, he sits up in his bed. He pulls a book out of the drawer in his nightstand, opening it to where he had folded the corner of the last page he read the night before.
Reading before slumber had become a habit, especially since his beta friend and palace maid, Uraraka Ochako, had introduced him to a series of fairytales of bravery and romance.
He was currently halfway through the second book in said series, and every night it was impossible to put down! Izuku literally read until his eyes began to blur, folding the corner of the page he was on in the likely chance that he was about to fall asleep mid-sentence.
Book held up to his face, he doesn’t notice the window at the far end of the room slowly opening. He makes a mental note about the cool breeze, but foolishly thinks nothing more of it.
Until he feels the strong presence of an alpha, that is.
He glances up from his book, ruby red eyes piercing through green. Prince Katsuki is stood at the foot of his nest, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips as he eyes the omega.
Izuku flinches, both horrified and incredibly impressed that Prince Katsuki was able to slip past his nearly hundreds of guards surrounding the palace.
“How the hell…” he whispers, his eyes wide as Prince Katsuki chuckles. He rounds the corner of his nest, stepping to the side of it before pressing a knee into the edge of the mattress.
“Easy work. Just gotta know where to go, how to move without bein’ seen,” Prince Katsuki says with a grin.
“I suppose it’s good that you weren’t an assassin, at least,” Izuku says with a soft sigh, placing his book face down into his lap.
“Y’know, you wouldn’t even need those shitty guards if I was here with you,” Prince Katsuki smirks. He leans down, dipping into Izuku’s space. “I’d protect you.”
Izuku stares up at him, his brain working on overdrive after the day he’s had. The fucking years he’s had.
“And why would you be protecting me? Wouldn’t you be protecting Indo?” Izuku asks pointedly, crossing his arms as he leans his back against his mountain of pillows. Katsuki’s smirk just gets wider, more deranged.
“I’d be protecting my omega.”
His words send shivers down Izuku’s spine. He couldn’t decipher if Prince Katsuki was talking about Indo, or him. Surprisingly, some part of Izuku was hoping he was talking about him. It stirs something within him, his breath catching in his throat as he catches a whiff of Prince Katsuki’s scent. Smoky, sticky caramel fills his lungs.
Prince Katsuki leans down further, his breath warm against Izuku’s ear.
“And that’s a promise, your Majesty.”
With that, Prince Katsuki straightens out, removing his knee from the edge of the bed. He makes his way back towards the open window, swinging a leg over the windowsill before turning his head to face Izuku.
“Also, you should lock your windows. I may end up in the jail if another alpha managed to sneak in,” he says with a grin and a wink. Izuku opens his mouth to speak, but Prince Katsuki pulls himself out of the window, shutting the window once his feet are planted on the roof below.
Izuku is at a loss for words. He sits in his nest, his jaw to the floor as he stares at the window.
What the hell just happened?!
—
To Izuku’s surprise, that wasn’t going to be the only interesting encounter he had with Prince Katsuki.
A week later, a feast was held with a few prospective alphas. Izuku was in attendance, as well as his son, of course. There were only a handful of alphas at the table, Prince Shoto and Prince Katsuki being two of them. Izuku sat at the head of the table, Indo directly to his left so that he could keep an eye on everything. Prince Katsuki had been the first to arrive, insisting that he sit next to Izuku; opposite to Indo.
Izuku’s chest buzzed with excitement at the thought that he was sitting next to him in order to be close to Izuku, but his mind eventually overruled his heart. How silly of him, Prince Katsuki just wanted to be closest to Indo.
To prove his worth, surely.
Once everyone had been accounted for, the butlers began to shuffle out trays of food. A few of Izuku’s staff were alphas. Izuku took the safety of him and his son extremely seriously, so he hand picked all the alphas that worked under him.
One of his longest alphan staff members, Mina Ashido, leaned in next to Izuku as she filled his wine glass. Izuku nodded to her, a soft smile on his face as he whispered a ‘thank you, Mina.’ He looked up as he thanked her, but something else quickly caught his attention.
The heat of Prince Katsuki’s glare caught him off guard, but as he scanned his face, he realized his angry eyes weren’t on Izuku. No, they were on Mina.
Once again, Izuku’s heart fluttered in his chest. He quickly shook it off, his mind reminding his heart that the protective glare wasn’t on his behalf.
Mina was also near Indo, though she was definitely much closer to Izuku than to Indo…
Nevertheless!
This feast isn’t about Izuku and his silly omegan fantasies.
Izuku turns his attention to his wine glass, swirling the deep red liquid momentarily before taking a long sip to clear his mind. He hums quietly to himself, the bitterly sweet wine coating his tongue nicely. Taking his mind off of the present, transporting him to a place of just gratefulness. Gratitude.
How lucky he is to be here with his son. Enjoying great food, sipping delectable wine. Making sure his son gets nothing but the best, making sure he feels comfortable and at ease. Not scared and traumatized, not like he was. Not afraid of who he ends up with, not sentenced to a life of abuse and misery. Even if Izuku was lucky enough to be set free, he would never forgive himself if Indo wound up in a similar situation. He’d kill anyone that hurt his blessing, would slice their head off clean with his own sword if need be—
“Everything okay, you Majesty?”
Izuku blinks, his eyes refocusing as he turns in the direction of the voice that just spoke to him. Mina is leaning down next to him, her eyes wide as she stifles a cough.
“Your scent was souring, is everything alright?”
Scrunching his nose, Izuku gets a brief sniff of his rotting apple scent and bristles. He looks from Mina to down the table, everyone seated along the table is stiff.
Even his son.
“What’s wrong, mom?” Indo asks, worry painting his expression as he leans into Izuku’s space. “Is something bothering you?”
Ah. His sweet, sweet baby. How did he ever get so lucky?
“No, dear. Nothing is wrong. I was just thinking about something I shouldn’t have, is all,” he says softly, placing a warm hand on Indo’s. He reels his scent in, exchanging the strong sour smell for a light, crisp one. “I’m sorry to have worried you.”
He looks up, glancing around the table briefly. Prince Katsuki is on edge, but not like everyone else. His eyes are fixed on Izuku, his gaze strong and firm. He looks like he’s on guard, ready to spring into action if Izuku just says the word. To take care of business.
Heat blooms across his body, the sheer protectiveness that is emanating off of this alpha is nearly palpable. The alpha that was sitting next to Prince Katsuki has scooted down, away from him. It makes Izuku’s omega squirm, the heat of his gaze sends warmth across his cheeks. The eye contact feels far too intimate.
Izuku has to forcibly drag his eyes away from Prince Katsuki. He glances up to Mina, an embarrassed smile tugging at his lips as he waves his hand in dismissal.
“So sorry, everyone. I’m more than fine,” he nods, eyes glancing from Mina to around the table. His gaze comes back to Prince Katsuki, who is still fixing his eyes on Izuku. His shoulders are more relaxed as he visibly takes a sniff, though he is still sitting at the edge of his chair as he eyes Izuku. He quirks a brow at Izuku—a silent question?
He offers him a soft smile and a shake of his head. At that, Prince Katsuki visibly relaxes. He’s still on guard, though he’s less rigid.
The rest of the feast goes by without a hitch, aside from the once or twice that Izuku had to silently reprimand Prince Katsuki for growling at an alphan staff member that got close to Izuku.
Okay, it was nine times. Not that Izuku was keeping count, though.
As the feast came to an end, Izuku and Indo saw everyone out at the palace doors. Indo was once again exhausted, eyes heavy as he waved goodbye. Izuku gave him a kiss on his forehead and sent him to his quarters before checking in with the staff. Once he touched base with everyone, he made his way off to his own quarters for the night.
He instructed Iida to stand guard outside Indo’s quarters again. He knew Indo would be able to hold his own if someone decided to come after him, but he needed to be one hundred percent sure that nothing would happen to his son.
Besides. Izuku could take down anyone that would dare to attack him, even in his sleeping quarters.
Izuku locked his door and got ready for bed, completing his nightly routine before launching himself into his nest. He read for a bit, but not long after he opened the book his eyes began to feel extremely heavy. He thankfully managed to bend the corner of the page he was on before he nodded off, sleep crashing over him like a tidal wave.
—
A creak in the floor stirs Izuku awake, blinking his eyes lazily as they adjust to the darkness. He scans the room in front of him and to his left.
Nothing.
Then, he feels it.
A dull, barely there ache in the middle of his head.
He reaches for his dagger that he keeps under his pillow, his fingers wrapping around the wooden handle as the right side of his mattress dips.
In an instant, he’s up.
He springs into action, tackling whoever dared to enter his private quarters—in the middle of the night, no less. The intruder hits the floor with an ‘oof’, the thud of something heavy surely alerting some of the guards.
“Who dares to infiltrate my personal space while I’m sleeping?” He growls, his tiny omegan fangs filling out as he straddles the intruder’s torso on the ground. He thrusts the dagger forward, pressing the blade against the person’s throat lightly. A warning.
His eyes aren’t fully adjusted to the dark, he can only see the general outline of the person beneath him. He can’t scent the person out, either. They must be wearing patches or something.
“Shit,” the intruder says, his hands coming up to surrender.
The voice sounds familiar, but Izuku can’t be sure. He can’t smell if he’s right, and he certainly can’t fucking see the face, either.
“Tell me the name of whose throat I have the pleasure of slicing tonight,” he demands, pressing the blade down harder. Not enough to break skin, yet, but enough to get his point across.
Izuku is a gentle ruler, but he doesn’t fuck around.
“Damn, baby. It’s me,” the intruder says, his hand reaching for something behind their neck. Izuku hears a peeling sound, like the peeling of a bandaid. Then, the scent hits him.
Fire. Smoky sweet, deep and rich with a hint of arousal.
Izuku’s body relaxes slightly, an exasperated sigh pulled out of him as he pulls the dagger away from Prince Katsuki’s throat.
“What in the world are you doing?!” Izuku whisper-yells, tossing his dagger back onto his bed. He rubs his eyes, forcing them to readjust faster to the darkness. Upon reopening them, he can see the strong features of Prince Katsuki’s face.
He can also see the devilish smirk on his face.
“Wanted to see you,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “But you were asleep. Was coming to scent you before I left.”
Huh?
Izuku must’ve misheard.
“You… were coming to scent me?” Izuku asks, pointing to himself in disbelief.
Prince Katsuki chuckles, nodding his head. “Yeah, but you woke up and took my ass down instead.”
A surprised gasp escapes Izuku as firm, strong hands are placed on his hips. Long fingers grip at his flesh, holding him in place.
“Which was really fuckin’ attractive, by the way. Knew you were a strong omega,” Prince Katsuki says confidently, almost as if he’s proud of Izuku.
Izuku shakes his head.
“I don’t—”
Izuku’s words are cut off by rapt knocking on the doors to his quarters.
“King Izuku! Are you alright?! We heard a loud thud, is something wrong?” Iida’s voice calls out from the other side of the door.
Izuku curses under his breath, turning his head to face his doors as he puts a hand over Prince Katsuki’s mouth. The Prince stirs beneath him, a low groan dragging out of him as he gently rocks his hips.
“I’m alright! I-I just got up to use the bathroom and tripped, I’m so sorry for worrying you!” He calls back, his head turning back to face the Prince. He feels something warm and wet against his fingers, his eyes widening as he registers what it is.
Prince Katsuki is licking his fingers. He looks to be enjoying himself, too. His scent is thick and heady with arousal.
Oh god. Izuku’s stomach is doing backflips.
“Are you sure? It smells like something’s burning in there!” Iida yells.
Shit.
They can smell Prince Katsuki’s scent.
For some reason, that bothers Izuku.
“Uh, yeah! I just lit a candle, everything is alright! I promise!” He yells back, his hand twitching against the Prince’s tongue.
“Okay… please do call for us if you need anything, your Majesty.”
“I will! Thank you so much!” He says with a bit more oomf than usual. He can’t deal with the Prince if they’re standing out there. He waits until he can’t hear the footsteps any longer before he pulls back his hand. He wipes it on the Prince’s chest, scrunching his nose at the wet feeling.
“This is ridiculous,” he says, his hands moving to grip Prince Katsuki’s wrists. He struggles to remove Prince Katsuki’s grip on him, but eventually he manages to pull his hands away. He stands, stepping over the Prince on the floor and making his way over to his nightstand to turn on a light. “Why would you scent me?”
The Prince pushes himself up onto his feet. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Izuku turns on his bedside lamp before turning his head to face the Prince. His fingers are still on the switch as he stares at Prince Katsuki, dumbfounded.
“Because we have no relation?” He says, confused.
The Prince has the audacity to roll his eyes. “Yet. We will, soon enough,” he says with a grin. He makes his way over towards Izuku, stopping once he’s directly in front of him. “Lemme scent you. I may go insane if I go another day without knowing you smell like me.”
Izuku stares up at him for a moment, his mind literally blanking at this point. It’s the middle of the night, his adrenaline is wearing off and now he’s just exhausted. There’s no harm in letting the Prince scent him, he could always just say he was around a candle in his room or make up some other lie. Not like anyone would really question the King, anyway.
“Fine,” Izuku says, taking half a step into the Prince’s space. “You can scent me.”
The Prince’s face lights up like the summer festival, his thick fangs on display as he grins. The sight makes Izuku want to squirm. To squeeze his legs together. However, he stays strong.
Prince Katsuki pulls off the scent blockers that were on his wrist glands and begins to scent him, rubbing his wrists against every single inch of Izuku. He rubs it against his shoulder, the close proximity to his mating gland sends a deep ache throughout his entire body.
Izuku nearly audibly moans as the Prince swipes his wrist over Izuku’s mating gland, the contact is too much and not enough all at the same time. An intimate place to scent, but Izuku’s mind isn’t even thinking about it.
Once the Prince is satisfied, he takes half a step back.
He sniffs, then his feral grin is back.
“Perfect. You smell more like me than you do you,” he says, a low rumble starting in his chest.
Izuku would be lying if he said he didn’t like the Prince’s scent. It was comforting. Rich and warm, almost like a nice cup of hot tea on a stormy, winter night. He took a deep inhale, his lungs filling with the Prince’s smokey sweet scent. His head started to feel light and airy… before he even knew it, he was purring.
He hadn’t purred in years.
Not since Indo was a pup.
“You like it?” The Prince asks with a smirk.
Izuku nods, humming as he takes another deep inhale. He feels his body relax, his mind is airy and strangely empty. A small satiated smile tugs at his lips as he looks up at the Prince.
“A bit scent drunk there, your Majesty,” Prince Katsuki teases. “Didn’t realize it’d do that to you.”
Bubbly giggles bubble up and out of Izuku’s throat, his eyes squinting as he smiles wide. He can’t remember the last time he ever felt like this. It should be concerning, yet Izuku can’t bring himself to even question it at the moment. He feels good, feels happy. Relaxed. Carefree, even.
“S’nice, Kacchan,” Izuku says softly, the words falling off his lips before he even registers them.
The Prince tilts his head, an impressed, child-like grin plastered across his face. “Kacchan, huh?”
Izuku’s eyes widen, the realization of what he’s just called the Prince hitting him like a cannon ball.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Prince Katsuki,” he says hurriedly, his mind instantly plummeting back down to earth. The floaty feeling was nice while it lasted, though it may have cost him a worthy alpha for his son.
The Prince gives him an amused chuckle, shaking his head as he speaks. “I like it. A cute nickname from an even cuter omega.”
His cheeks are surely turning pink, if the heat that blooms across them is anything to go by. Prince Katsuki must notice, because he reaches out and pokes at Izuku’s left cheek.
“Yeah. Super cute,” he says with a smirk.
Izuku’s frozen in place, looking up at this alphan prince like it’s the first time he’s ever seen him. Like it’s the first time he’s ever truly looked at him. This alphan prince—who, by the way, has broken into his private quarters on two occasions now—is gorgeous. He’s got bright, piercing eyes at first glance, though now… Izuku sees their softness. They’re beautiful, deep and full of silent emotion. The Prince’s features are akin to ancient gods, sharp jawline and plush, pouty lips. His skin is smooth, glowing. He has a pale pink scar on the apple of his right cheek, just below his eye. Izuku wants to ask him what happened, wants to ask him how he acquired such a scar at his young age.
His blonde, spikey hair looks so soft. So silky. Like if Izuku’s fingers were to reach for the strands, it would feel like touching the most expensive of furs. Exotic furs, ones that a commoner would most likely never get the pleasure of feeling in their entire life.
Izuku can feel his heart beating in his chest, their proximity to one another is quickly realized. Izuku takes half a step back and clears his throat.
“I think I better get back to sleep,” he says, his eyes locking on the Prince’s. “And you better get going.”
Prince Katsuki’s eyes flash with something Izuku has seen many times before. Determination. Challenge. He nods before reaching a hand forward, his strong, calloused fingers take Izuku’s hand into his. He pulls Izuku’s scarred hand towards him, bowing down slightly as he brings his lips to Izuku’s knuckles.
During the entire endeavour, Prince Katsuki’s eyes never once leave Izuku’s.
“I bid you goodnight, your Majesty,” the Prince says softly, a small smile on his lips as he releases Izuku’s hand and turns towards the window. He climbs out, leaving into the night.
Wrapped in smoky caramel, Izuku falls back asleep much faster than he’d ever fallen asleep before.
—
“You’re excused, Camie Utsushimi,” Izuku says with a soft smile, nodding at the woman that is standing in front of him. She gives him a tearful smile and a watery ‘thank you, your Majesty!’ before rushing out of the room.
He’s sitting on his throne, a place he doesn’t typically spend much of his time. However, with everything going on regarding finding Indo a proper mate, he’s spent more time here than usual.
There are no guards inside his throne room, though there are two guards who have posts directly outside the room. They keep the doors open, listening for any hint of conflict that may arise. If Izuku wishes to, they close the doors for a more private meeting.
“Is there anybody else, Ojiro?” Izuku calls out, twirling a piece of his hair between his fingers.
“Just one. He’s coming in now, your Majesty.”
He looks up at the hair between his fingers, swirling a lock of dark green between them. Thudding footsteps approaching pull his attention, his heart flipping in his chest once his eyes register who is approaching.
“Kacchan,” he whispers, more to himself than anyone else.
Prince Katsuki takes long, confident strides towards him. He stops a few feet away to bow, dipping low as a sign of respect. Once he straightens out, he’s got that signature smirk on his face.
“King Izuku,” he starts, his eyes ablaze with determination. “I have something I must confess.”
Izuku straightens his posture.
What could it be?
His mind is racing. Has the Prince done something wrong? Is there trouble with his parents? His future kingdom? Is he in trouble? Or worse—is he hurt? He doesn’t look injured, but Izuku knows that his Kacchan is strong and wouldn’t show if he’s—huh?
His Kacchan…?
Izuku swallows.
“Go on.”
The Prince’s smirk widens, sharp alphan fangs on display as he takes a few steps forward.
“Originally, I had been sent here under the impression that I would be proving my worth to you, in order to court your son,” he says, continuing to step towards Izuku.
“However, I wish to withdraw from the competition.”
Izuku’s body freezes. Had Izuku done something wrong? Why was he wanting to withdraw? Has the Prince… found somebody else?
Prince Katsuki comes to a stop right in front of Izuku, his warm spiced scent wrapping around him.
Izuku opens his mouth to speak but before the air can even leave his lungs, the Prince sinks to his knees in front of Izuku.
“I wish to court you, instead.”
If it weren’t for the relentless pounding in his chest, Izuku would’ve sworn that his heart had stopped. He casts his gaze down, green eyes meeting fiery reds.
“M-me?! Do you take me for a fool?” Izuku stutters out, his adrenaline surging. His mouth is dry, his fingers begin to twitch. His breath quickens, his heart is beating so hard it might just burst out of his chest.
Surely, this is a jest? A joke, to poke fun at him?
“No, your Majesty. I wish to take you as you are. A strong, resilient omega,” the Prince says with a surprisingly soft smile.
“I wish to prove my worth to you, in order to be your alpha.”
A gasp escapes Izuku at the feeling of large, strong hands coming into contact with his thighs. They’re warm, heat radiating from his palms all the way through Izuku’s thick winter pants. The Prince nudges forward, slipping between Izuku’s thighs as his hands travel up and up, nearly reaching his hips before they squeeze.
Prince Katsuki groans, his hands squeezing around Izuku’s upper thighs once more before he rubs them back down towards the middle.
“Please, King Izuku. I’ll complete any quest, fulfill any price—just, please. Give me the chance to court you,” the Prince says, looking up at Izuku as if he had no fear. No doubt.
Oddly enough, Izuku wants to say yes. Wants to dive head first into the unknown. However, it just doesn’t feel real.
Why would Prince Katsuki, an attractive, strong, wealthy alpha be interested in courting a useless, old omega? An omega who isn’t capable of carrying anymore children? An omega who hasn’t had a heat in nearly eighteen years?
It doesn’t make sense.
Izuku shakes his head.
“You must’ve hit your head—”
“Any quest. Any price. I’ll fulfill it, your Majesty,” Prince Katsuki repeats, his tone firm and unwavering.
Izuku leans back on his throne, sighing as he tries to figure out his next move.
He supposes a quest, an impossible one, would force the Prince to give up. Surely he wouldn’t go through the trouble of retrieving what Izuku is about to ask of him. He would find it too hard, too much work for an undesirable, old omega.
“You may court me if you bring me the Crimson Camellia flower. It is a flower that grows in the west, typically in a shaded valley. The petals are large and a deep crimson colour, accompanied by deep green leaves. The petals are often used in cooking or for cleaning blades. However, I’ve read that they have exceptional healing properties as well,” Izuku says, spewing the most intensive quest he could think of off the top of his head.
“The journey is treacherous, which is why I haven’t completed it myself. You’d have to go to the west, to the very edge of any modern map. They’re said to grow in specific places in the west as the conditions have to be extremely specific. Not too hot, not too cold. No pests, no animals to destroy it. It’s a very rare flower, but it’s out there somewhere. Bring it to me, and you have my agreement to our courting.”
Prince Katsuki grins wide, fangs once again on display as he stands. He leans down, grasping Izuku’s hand in his own. He presses a tender kiss to Izuku’s knuckles before he turns towards the exit.
“I’ll be back. You’ll see,” the Prince says over his shoulder, his steps driven with a purpose. Izuku sits back and watches, his heart aching in his chest as Prince Katsuki exits the throne room.
Well, what’s done is done
Soon enough, Prince Katsuki will realize the request is impossible. Soon enough, he will give up on Izuku.
It’s for the better.
—
Roughly three months since that fateful day in the throne room, Izuku’s attending a meeting in the great hall. Nearly half of the royal court is in attendance, the meeting’s purpose being to decide if the kingdom of Aldera should expand or not.
In the last three months, Indo had confessed to Izuku that he wasn’t ready to mate. He said he wanted to travel, wanted to see a bit of the world before being mated and thrown to the throne.
Izuku understood, and he was proud of his son for sticking up for what he wanted. Ultimately, he just wants his son to be happy. Everyone’s path is different.
Indo would follow his own, and Izuku would cheer him on from the sidelines.
Since that conversation, Indo had taken a trip out to the ice kingdom in the north. To Izuku’s surprise, he was accompanied by Prince Shoto on his journey. The two had made the journey together, Indo sending letters by carrier pigeon along the way. He had opened up about his interest in Prince Shoto and had stated that they were getting to know each other… Izuku had almost squealed while reading the letter.
He was happy for his son. A small, minuscule part of him was a bit jealous of him, though. He was young, had his whole life ahead of him to decide what he wanted to do. He could take the time to get to know someone, and then take the time to get to know someone else if it didn’t work out the first time!
Izuku didn’t have that luxury anymore. He didn’t have the time to get to know anyone.
But, he already sort of knew someone.
Someone that was currently supposedly out on an impossible quest. A quest in order to get Izuku to agree to their courting. Izuku had reached out to Queen Mitsuki multiple times, inquiring if Prince Katsuki had returned home or not. Last he heard was a week ago, Queen Mitsuki had written that he still had not returned home.
Izuku was worried about him, absolutely. It would be on his conscience if something bad had happened to the Prince. He didn’t want that at all! He just wanted to sort of wear him out, get him to realize it was too tedious a task for a broken, useless omega.
All the worrying and self-depreciating and yet somewhere inside, Izuku hoped he would return. With or without the flower, Izuku wouldn’t care. A small bit of him hoped that the Prince would appear, cocky grin on his face as he begs Izuku to let him court him. To prove that he sees Izuku. That he wants him.
However, he does his best not to entertain those thoughts.
“I think it would be best to go forth with the expansion,” Aizawa’s voice cuts through Izuku’s pathetic daydreaming. “As the kingdom’s Chief of Economics, the expansion would do wonders for our already booming economy. We’d have access to new farm land, new caves to mine from and more space to build homes for our growing population.”
Izuku nods in agreement. Everything he said is true, it would definitely benefit Aldera’s economy if they managed to expand east a bit.
“There’s a chance that the caves and land hold no valuable resources for the kingdom, though,” Vlad counters, his red eyes glaring across the room at Aizawa. “If we expand and the land has zero resources, we’d be in a real unfortunate situation.”
Vlad’s argument was also true.
“What if we send someone out to scout the land? Make sure there are resources out that far?” Izuku ponders aloud. “If there are, then we go ahead with the expansion. There doesn’t seem to be any other concerns aside from–”
Izuku’s explanation is cut off by the sound of the heavy metal doors of the meeting room creaking as they open. His eyes dart over to the opening doors, his jaw falling open in shock at what they’re met with.
Prince Katsuki strides towards him, blood splattered across his armour, feral grin tugging at his lips. He stops directly in front of Izuku, dropping down a cloth bag that’s stuffed to the brim with Crimson Carmellia.
Leaning down, Katsuki whispers directly into Izuku’s ear. “Do you believe me now, your Majesty?”
He gently swipes his wrist along Izuku’s neck, his shoulder, his chest as he lightly scents him. Then, he pulls back, his red eyes blazing with a profound amount of pride.
Izuku can’t believe it. He actually did it. He got the flower, and brought it back. To Izuku. So he could court Izuku!
Taking a shaky inhale, Izuku’s head begins to spin. His heart is beating so fast, he fears it may pound out of his chest. Izuku’s eyes widen when he feels it.
A sudden, searing heat burns in his gut. His thighs press together, a wave of nausea washing over him as his mind races.
No…
There’s no way. Izuku doesn’t have heats. Hasn’t had one in nearly twenty goddamn years! Izuku’s broken, a–a defected omega. This doesn’t make sense.
Prince Katsuki’s eyes widen briefly as he sniffs. A beat passes and then he’s sinking to his knees, scarred, bloody hands coming to gently rub the sides of Izuku’s thighs. “Are you in heat? When did it start? Fuck–how long have you been suffering without me–”
“Kacchan,” Izuku whines quietly, just loud enough for Katsuki to hear.
Katsuki wastes no time. He picks Izuku up bridal style, turning to head out of the hall when Vlad’s gruff voice stops him in his tracks. “Where do you think you’re taking him?”
“To his sleeping quarters,” Katsuki deadpans, resuming his strides towards the doors.
“And who the hell are you to think you can accompany him there?” Vlad barks, slamming his hand on the armrest of his chair.
“His soon-to-be mate,” Katsuki spits over his shoulder, a devilish grin painting his face as he exits the room.
Izuku’s insides churn, not only at the implications of Katsuki’s words but also due to the sudden surge of omega hormones through his body. He feels almost as bad as he did the day he presented, but it’s less painful this time. His mind is cloudy and his stomach is cramping and all he can think about is Katsuki’s knot.
The next thing Izuku knows is he’s dropped in his nest. The comforting scent wraps around him, slightly easing the pain in his gut momentarily before it rams its head once again, forcing Izuku to clutch his stomach in agony.
“Kacchan, please,” he whines, his hands making quick work of removing his robes and undergarments. His skin is far too hot, far too itchy to be confined by his garments. He writhes in his nest, naked and flushed all over.
Katsuki’s scent wraps around him like a cooling blanket as he climbs into Izuku’s nest. He’s stripped off his armour and undergarments, laying himself bare as he crawls on top of Izuku.
“M’here, baby. I’ve got you,” he hums, reaching a hand down to pet Izuku’s inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”
“I–I haven’t had–hic–haven’t had a heat in years. Since I was pupped with Indo,” Izuku sobs, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks in thick rivets. “Thought I was broken. A broken–hic–useless omega. But now it hurts.”
Katsuki’s eyes widen, surprise painting his expression as he processes Izuku’s words. “You… haven’t had a heat? In over eighteen years?”
Izuku shakes his head, his lip quivering as panic begins to bubble inside him. “No! I don’t–hic–know why, why I’m having one now,” he cries, his arms coming up to wrap around Katsuki’s neck. “Please, Kacchan. Please don’t leave me.”
“Why the hell would I leave you?” Katsuki asks, far faster than Izuku had expected as a response. “You’re practically re-blooming for me, Izuku,” he says. He leans down to press a gentle kiss to Izuku’s forehead. “That’s so fuckin’ hot, baby.”
Another tense cramp squeezes his lower abdomen, a soft whine ripping out of Izuku’s throat as he rolls his hips upwards in an attempt to feel something. To relieve this ache. The roll of his hips has Katsuki’s hand slipping further between his thighs, his fingers grazing gently along Izuku’s soaked folds.
“You’re dripping,” Katsuki groans, his head dipping down to pepper kisses along Izuku’s jaw. He nips at the skin lightly, his fangs already beginning to fill out as they graze along the sensitive skin of Izuku’s jaw. “Please, let me take care of you, Izuku,” he practically begs, his fingers dipping into Izuku’’s folds. He rubs a slow, teasing circle around his swollen clit. Izuku moans, bucking his hips up into the Prince’s touch. “Wanna be the one to soothe you. To give you what you need–what you deserve.”
The pain in his gut isn’t subsiding, his head reeling as he contemplates his situation. His options.
Option one : a super sexy, super attentive alpha is super mega into him and wants to help him through his first heat in almost twenty years.
Not a bad choice.
Option two : Izuku rolls around in his nest, alone, writhing in pain as his body begins to physically rewrite his hormonal makeup again. Stuffing as many fake knots as he possibly can inside his greedy cunt, his omega never feeling satiated because they’re all imposters.
Ah.
Izuku knows which one is the better choice.
“Alpha,” Izuku mewls, spreading his thighs as far apart as he can in order to entice Katsuki as much as possible. Katsuki takes his cue, a pleased rumble starting in his chest as he slides his middle finger down the slit of Izuku’s cunt. He sinks his middle finger in without warning, all the way to the base knuckle. Izuku keens, his jaw hanging open as he pants.
“More, more!” Izuku cries, arching his back into Katsuki’s touch.
Katsuki thrusts his finger a few times before adding a second. A few more thrusts, then a third. The stretch burns, but it feels so goddamn good. Izuku hasn’t touched himself in, oh god, like, three years?
It’s definitely been more than a few full moons since he’s fingered himself open, rubbing fast circles against his clit with his other hand as he finger-fucks himself over the edge. Those orgasms never felt good, though. Just felt like something he should be doing. Almost robotic, in a way. He stopped touching himself completely because it just didn’t fully satisfy him.
He’s praying to whatever god is out there that this time is different.
“You’re opening up so well for me, baby,” Katsuki says lowly, making his way down to suck deep, splotchy bruises along the column of Izuku’s throat. “So fuckin’ well. Such a good omega,” he hums against his skin, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin right above Izuku’s mating gland. He thrusts his fingers in and out, curling and pressing with each thrust in, clearly searching for the spot that would have Izuku seeing stars.
On one particular thrust in, Katsuki shifts the angle of his wrist. Izuku screams.
“Oh my god–KATSUKI!” He cries, his scarred hands gripping the Prince’s shoulders as if his life depended on it.
“There it is, baby. Let it all out,” Katsuki hums, focusing each thrust of his fingers on that one spot. He lifts his head to press his lips to Izuku’s, his tongue snaking out to lick along the curve of Izuku’s lower lip. Izuku instantly parts his lips, eagerly welcoming Katsuki’s tongue into his mouth. He moans into Katsuki’s mouth, Katsuki happily swallows them down.
Izuku’s nearly there–the heat is building inside his gut, ready to overflow at any moment. He’s focusing on his impending orgasm too much to notice the way Katsuki shifts his wrist once again, bringing his thumb up to swipe at Izuku’s clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out.
“Holy mary mother of god–don’t stop, please, Kacchan,” Izuku moans, throwing his head back against the mattress as his nails dig half moons into the meat of Katsuki’s shoulders. “Feels so good. M’so close, please–wanna cum, wanna be good,” he babbles, rocking his hips in an attempt to feel Katsuki more.
Katsuki kisses down his throat again. Down, down, down until he’s pressing a gentle kiss to Izuku’s mating gland. The unmarked gland buzzes beneath his lips, eliciting a needy moan out of the desperate omega.
He’s so painfully close, he just needs something more, just a little, gentle push over the edge–
Long, sharp fangs sink into the flesh of Izuku’s shoulder, mere millimeters from his mating gland. Izuku’s forcibly shoved over the edge, the pain and the pleasure mixing into a delicious cocktail that Izuku would gladly swallow down any day of the week. Multiple times throughout the day, if he’s lucky enough.
“Oh–Kacchan!” Izuku cries, arching his back off the mattress as he finally succumbs to a proper orgasm. Electricity sears through his veins, his limbs set ablaze as he gushes slick out around the Prince’s fingers. He drags his nails down Katsuki’s biceps, leaving deep red lines in their wake. Katsuki works him through his orgasm, finger-fucking him through as his fangs retract in favour of lapping at the open wound with his tongue.
When Izuku begins to float back down to earth, Katsuki pulls his fingers out. Izuku whines at the loss, but the sound quickly draws out into a pleased moan as Katsuki crashes his lips against Izuku’s. Katsuki bullies his tongue past Izuku’s lips, licking into his mouth with a fervor that had Izuku’s head spinning. His senses were so full of Katsuki–his smoky, sweet scent was mingling with his own crisp freshness. His skin buzzed everywhere Katsuki’s met his. Izuku was so far gone, the only thing occupying his mind was ‘Kacchan.’
Katsuki’s hands cup the back of Izuku’s knees, guiding them up and out as he maneuvers Izuku into a mating press. He reaches one hand down between them, his fist wrapping around his cock as he guides himself to Izuku’s begging cunt. The Prince drags his cockhead through Izuku’s sopping folds, coating his head in a mixture of Izuku’s slick and cum. He gives himself a few lazy pumps, just to slick the entirety of his length before he presses the fat head to Izuku’s entrance.
“Ready for me, your Majesty?” Katsuki says with a grin, his lips shiny with a mixture of their salivas.
“Give it to me, Alpha,” Izuku mewls, looking up at the Prince through his eyelashes.
A low growl is the only warning Izuku gets before Katsuki presses inside, sinking in all the way to the hilt in one brutal thrust. His hips press against the back of Izuku’s thighs, his cock fully sheathed inside. Katsuki groans, low in his throat as he shallowly thrusts his hips.
Izuku half expected to need a moment to adjust to the stretch… but he’s itching for more.
“Move, please. Split me open on your fat knot, Kacchan,” he purrs, his omega clearly influencing him more than he’s experienced in a very long time.
Katsuki flashes him a feral grin, his fully dropped fangs on full display as he draws his hips back. He drags his cock out until just the head is barely nestled inside. Then, he thrusts forward in one foul swoop. He repeats his motions, setting a brutal pace as he fucks into Izuku with a passion that has Izuku’s legs trembling.
Izuku’s definitely not going to last long. Not when Katsuki shifts his hips, inevitably ramming against his g-spot. Not when Katsuki lets go of one of his knees in favour of quickly bringing his palm down, slapping against Izuku’s clit. Not when Katsuki spews praise after praise after praise into Izuku’s ear.
“Doing so good for me, baby. Taking me so well, such a good omega,” he purrs, licking a fat stripe along the shell of Izuku’s ear. “It’s like you were made for me. Made to take my cock–my knot. Made to be filled to the brim with my pups.”
Logically, Izuku knows he’s probably too old to conceive. Knows he’s too old to raise pups. Knows he would most definitely have a high-risk pregnancy, if it even caught. Izuku knows he most likely couldn’t conceive, anyway.
In his brain, he understands.
Though, his brain can respectfully fuck off for the next few days while Izuku does everything in his power to be pupped.
“Yes, yes! Want your knot–wanna carry your pups! Want Kacchan’s pups!” Izuku whines, his body burning as another orgasm builds inside him. He wants that knot. Wants it so bad that his tiny, omegan fangs begin to fill out in frustration.
He snaps his teeth, a warning that Izuku’s not fucking around.
“Want it so bad, Katsuki. Knot me, fuck a baby into me,” he nearly growls, flashing his tiny fangs for good measure. His skin is too hot, his mouth is too dry and his womb is too goddamn empty.
“You want me, right? Wanna bite me, claim me? Wanna–ngh! Wanna pup me?” Izuku moans, his lips curling up into a feral grin.
“Fuck… More than anything. Wanna be yours. Wanna be your alpha,” Katsuki groans, his thrusts picking up speed as he moves his hand to grip the front of Izuku’s hip. His thumb stretches down to rub against Izuku’s clit, eliciting a high pitched moan from the omega. “Wanna provide for you–wanna take care of you. Please.”
Izuku snakes his hands behind his knees, pulling them back and as far apart as possible. He holds himself in a self-holding mating press, looking up at Katsuki through his eyelashes. “Then fill me. Knot me, stuff me so full that it definitely catches.”
Katsuki’s hips stutter as he whimpers, faltering for a brief moment before he pounds into Izuku with a fervor akin to pure, carnal hunger. He pumps his hips, his half inflated knot attempting to catch on Izuku’s rim with every thrust in.
“Shit, fuck! I’m gonna cum, baby. Gonna lock you on my knot, stuff you so full of my cum you’ll be fat and round with my pups by winter–fuckfuckFUCK!” Katsuki growls, his knot stretching Izuku’s rim with each thrust. The stretch feels so good, Izuku’s eyes nearly roll into the back of his head.
One, two, three more thrusts and Katsuki’s knot shoves through, fully inflating and locking inside his cunt. Izuku cums with a scream, his nails digging into his own flesh behind his knees as his body tenses, then melts. He squirts around Katsuki’s knot, coating his hips, thighs, abdomen and the sheets in his pleasure.
A few more shallow thrusts and Katsuki sinks his fangs into Izuku’s mating gland, pumping claiming venom into the gland as he simultaneously pumps Izuku’s womb full of thick, virile cum. He humps into Izuku as he fills him to the brim, Izuku’s cunt milking him for all he’s got.
The connection is instantaneous. The feelings, the desires. They’re swirling around his head–his heart.
But it’s not complete.
Katsuki retracts his fangs, his tongue darting out to lave at the wound until it’s stopped bleeding. Izuku wastes no time, letting go of his knees in favour of snaking a hand into the blonde spikes at the back of Katsuki’s head, the other hand gripping his shoulder as he pulls him down. Izuku’s tiny omega fangs sink into Katsuki’s mating gland, his own bitter claiming venom forcing its way into the pierced gland.
The bond instantly thrums through Izuku’s entire body. His freshly bitten mating gland tingles, his mind feels floaty and his heart feels full. He feels fulfilled. Content. Finally, at ease.
The Prince moans, the angelic sound vibrating against Izuku’s lips as he suckles on the wound. The cock inside him twitches, spurting a few more ropes of cum into his womb. He’s undoubtedly feeling the same rush of endorphins Izuku is–Izuku’s heart flips at the realization. He removes his fangs once his mouth fills with blood, signaling that he’s out of venom. He laps at the bite with his tongue, attempting to soothe the pain as much as possible for his new mate.
His mate. Prince Katsuki, belongs to him. To Izuku.
How unreal.
Before Izuku’s fully done ‘cleaning’ the bite, Katsuki’s hands are cupping his cheeks, tipping his head up and instantly crashing his lips to Izuku’s. It’s a sweet, soft, gentle kiss–so tender, so full of love. He kisses Izuku like he’s afraid he might break. Like he might crumble beneath his fingertips if he doesn’t hold him together.
During their soft makeout session, Katsuki manages to roll them over so that he’s on his back with Izuku resting on top of him. He shifts his hips in order to get comfortable, eliciting an airy moan from Izuku as his cock presses impossibly deeper inside him from the movement.
“M’sorry baby,” Katsuki chuckles, resting his head back on one of the hundreds of pillows inside Izuku’s nest. Izuku giggles and waves his hand in dismissal. “S’fine, mate.”
“Mmm…” Katsuki hums, leaning down to press a kiss to Izuku’s forehead before resting back against the plush pillow. “I love you, Izuku. Dunno if it’s too soon to say that, but I do,” he says softly. So soft, in fact, that Izuku’s almost concerned that this isn’t his Kacchan. Except, the thrumming of their bond–Izuku can feel the honesty. Can feel how earnest he is.
He truly means it.
“Considering, if it’s possible, I’m almost certain I’m pregnant–I believe it’s perfect timing,” he says with a teasing grin. “I love you, Kacchan.”
“Love you more,” Katsuki quips back, a lazy grin spreading across his lips as he eyes Izuku.
“Nuh huh! I do!” Izuku insists, lightly smacking his hand against Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki chuckles, wiping a fake tear from his eye as he speaks; “You do? Are you already reciting our vows for our marriage ceremony, your Majesty?”
Izuku’s eyes widen, then his forehead plops down against Katsuki’s shoulder. “Oh my god. You were sent to mate and marry Indo–your mother is going to have me beheaded,” he groans into his mate’s shoulder.
“Nah, the hag loves you,” Katsuki says with a shake of his head. “I think she knew I was coming here for you, not your son. She was the one to suggest it to you after I said I didn’t want to, afterall. Last time you visited Doragen, she was on my ass for weeks because she caught me eyein’ you,” he says fondly, smiling softly. “Only omega I’ve ever looked at. Only omega I’ve ever wanted.”
Izuku’s chest swells with warmth, his heart pounding behind his ribcage as he hears the Prince’s heartfelt confession. He remembers that visit–it was roughly five years ago, meaning Katsuki was around fifteen at the time. He had needed to visit in person in order to speak about a new trade route agreement. The meeting had gone well, of course. Queen Mitsuki had showered him with gifts and sweets that Doragen was famous for, insisting that he needed to come and visit more often. Izuku had graciously accepted, saying he would try to find the time to visit more often. The only problem was that the journey was long, and Indo was just freshly a teenager. He needed to be present when Indo presented; meaning he had stuck to Aldera for the most part up until Indo had presented. After he presented, Izuku was nearly confined to the palace–spending all his time making sure Indo would be safe. He had no time to travel, insisting that anyone who wished to speak with him come to Aldera, to the palace. He needed to keep an eye on his son. Needed to make sure nothing would happen to him.
Izuku knew his guards were trustworthy, but he had thrown out an alpha or two before for making maliciously sexual advances towards his son. Izuku swore that it would never happen again, and it hasn’t. Not with Izuku constantly buzzing around the palace, his eyes everywhere now that he has a proper, trustworthy team working for (and with) him.
Though the journey was long, Izuku was having a fantastic time at the palace with Queen Mitsuki and King Masaru. He hadn’t been properly introduced to Prince Katsuki, as he had only made himself known when Izuku was leaving. He bowed to Izuku, a soft scowl on his lips even though his cheeks were slightly tinged pink.
Izuku remembers now, Queen Mitsuki had lit up at the display. Turning to Izuku, whispering in his ear, “he never bows. I think he has a crush.”
Izuku had flogged it off to mere childish tendencies.
Now, though, he knew Katsuki really did have a crush.
On him.
His cheeks heat up at the memory, his heart feeling full as he looks up at Katsuki; at his mate.
“You were so cute back then, Kacchan. Bowing to me as I left. Your cheeks tinted pink,” Izuku said, a teasing lilt to his voice. There was no real malice behind it–Izuku thought it was utterly adorable.
Katsuki’s cheeks turn a deep crimson, his eyebrows furrowing as his signature scowl returns.
“Even cuter now. You look so cute–so good with my bite,” he hums softly, scarred fingers reaching out to gently brush against the fresh bite. “My alpha.”
“Yours. Forever,” Katsuki says, his expression softening. “I could say the same for you, baby. So beautiful with my bite. My mate. My omega,” he says with a loving grin. “Mine. Forever and ever.”
“Forever and ever, Kacchan.”
–
Izuku had spent the rest of his surprise heat stuffed full of Katsuki’s knot, his stomach distending slightly with each round of cum that Katsuki pumped into him. By the end of it, Izuku’s pussy is raw, his back is shot and his skin is littered in bruises and bites.
Not to mention, the palace doctor had stopped by on the final day–doing a routine exam to make sure that this wasn't just some fluke. It wasn’t. Izuku’s omega was back on board, meaning he was going to begin having regular heats.
Though, he wouldn’t be going into heat again for at least nine months.
Katsuki just about snapped the damn arm off the chair he was sitting on when the test came back positive. He also nearly broke Izuku’s (their) bed frame from how hard he pounded into Izuku that night after hearing the news.
Katsuki had also sworn up and down that he would’ve still loved and pursued Izuku even if he didn’t have heats. Said he’d do anything he could to make Izuku comfortable, even if it meant they rarely had physical intimacy. He wanted Izuku for him–his heart, his mind, his being. Katsuki had said that Izuku’s ‘smokin’ hot bod’ were just positives.
Izuku may have shoved Katsuki back into their nest after that conversation and rode him until his knees locked.
Indo returned with Prince Shoto a month or so after their mating with news of their own. They were wanting to court, and Prince Shoto was asking for Izuku’s permission! How sweet!
Izuku had cried, said yes, hugged Shoto, then hugged his precious baby. Indo had sniffed him out the second Izuku crossed the floor to hug him. Izuku explained it all, telling him that he and Prince Katsuki were mated–and expecting. He was so worried what Indo would say, so worried that he’d be upset. Or worse, disappointed in his mom.
To Izuku’s surprise, Indo had cried. Tears of joy. He wrapped his arms around Izuku, crying into his shoulder as he said how happy he was. How happy he was about Izuku finally having someone to depend on. How happy he was about that someone being an alpha that turns heads wherever he goes, one that would protect him until he drew his last breath. How happy he was that he was going to be a big brother.
Izuku could only take so much. He sobbed, his arms wrapping around his son as they sobbed together in the hallway of the palace. Katsuki stood behind Izuku, a fond smile on his face as he watched his mate, his omega, his love blubber and confide in his son. Prince Shoto gently rubbed Indo’s back, a soft smile tugging on his lips.
When they finally separated, after nearly ten full minutes, Indo had turned to Katsuki.
“Hurt my mom, and I’ll kill you,” he said, giving Katsuki his best evil glare he could muster. Izuku had giggled, amused at how quickly Katsuki had stiffened. Then, Indo dropped the glare, replacing it with a gentle smile. “Welcome to the family, Katsuki! But I’m not calling you dad; we’re practically the same age.”
Izuku burst out laughing, tears spilling down his cheeks as he laughed and laughed and laughed.
Katsuki said he understood, and said he’s grateful that Indo didn’t try to kill him for getting with his mom. Indo had laughed and rolled his eyes, and then they made their way deeper into the palace.
Who would’ve known Izuku and his son would find their persons.