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9r7g5h · 5 months

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To the Chapel (Even Though We Want to Run)

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia

Rating: T

Genre: Gen

Summary: Of all the ways Izuku had imagined his wedding day to go, he never thought it would feel like a funeral procession.

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Of all the ways Izuku had imagined his wedding day to go, he never thought it would feel like a funeral procession.

It was beautiful, of course. The horse he rode upon was magnificent, a gentle but strong mare that had been decked out in ribbons and gold, her mane twisted into elegant knots, nothing like his own unruly hair that refused everything his attendants had tried. Everyone that followed behind him dressed in new clothes that shimmered in the light, crystals and sometimes even real gems sewn into the cloth to give the illusion of wealth. Banners had been hung from every building that lined the way he and his own would travel down, letting their people see their prince as he rode to his wedding; a parade that, in other circumstances, would have been joyful.

He remembered, vaguely, the cheers that came from the citizens when he’d gone to witness Prince Touya and his knight Hawks wed many years ago. How happy the people had been that their wayward prince had found love and decided to come home, to take his father’s throne and turn their kingdom back from ruin. None of that greeted him now, only pitiful stares as he tried to hold back his tears and forced a smile on his face, waving at the people he knew. The people who had become his friends, the family that had taken the place of his mother when she had passed, when his father had turned his back at his presentation, who had held him together when this union had been announced. At least they had been given a decent sum, like all the citizens of the capital had, to do what needed to be done to keep up appearances.

King Hisashi Midoriya might hate his omega son, might have married him off the first moment he could, but he at least cared enough about appearances for this.

The castle itself was glorious to behold - money, Izuku knew, they did not have. Or, rather, would have soon enough; his soon to be husband (he couldn’t help but shudder at the word, his stomach turning at the thought he quickly pushed aside so he didn’t spoil his clothes) was wealthy, and the ‘bride’ price that he’d paid as part of this alliance agreement would shore up the kingdom for years to come. Would stave off another famine, give the diviners time to find another vein of gold, would keep his people safe. All the reasons why he was going through with this, why he hadn’t fled the moment the opportunity was presented to him.

Izuku was more willing to do what needed to be done for his people. He just wished the cost to himself wasn’t so high, and didn’t leave him feeling so sick.

It hurt to bring his mare to a halt before the castle doors. Not because he was one step closer to everything, to facing his father and the man he was being married off to, but because before he could dismount himself he heard the clanking of armor, felt the large hands wrap around his waist and lift, was forced to look into the pained red eyes of the man who stood before him. The man who, just last night, had done what he had sworn to never do before and begged - begged him to run away with him, to leave all of this behind; fuck the royalty and the kingdom that would sell him, please, let’s just go.

Izuku raised his head and forced a smile, ignoring the wetness under his eyes as he squeezed the forearms supporting him. “Thank you, Kacchan. I’m ok. You can let go now.”

For a long moment, Katsuki stood there, his head bowed, hands still around Izuku’s waist. He knew what he was thinking, had heard the thoughts before: was thinking, at that moment, it wouldn’t be hard to swing them both up onto one of the horses, to ride out of there before anyone else could be mobilized to chase them. That they could find refuge somewhere and get the happy ending they craved. That his sword was sharp, he was the best knight in the entire kingdom, that he was an alpha, that he could win.

Instead, Katsuki let go, his eyes defeated even as he schooled the rest of his face into something close to neutral. He took a step back, putting a respectable distance between them, his head lowering into a bow. “Of course, my Prince.”

Not childhood friends. Not pained lovers being forced to part. Just a prince and his knight, the guardian assigned to keep him alive. A job. Nothing more. That was all anyone would see.

Izuku was glad, now, for the perfumes and layers of cloth that covered his neck, that blocked his natural scent and gave off a lie of pleasure. Without it, someone could have noticed how much that pained him, how hard it broke his heart to not hear the possession within his voice that normally existed whenever Katsuki called him ‘My Prince.’ It was only proper that these ties be severed before they could bind, but that didn’t make cutting them any less painful.

The halls of the castle, at least, were loud enough to drown out the ringing in his ears and the fuzz in his head, people laughing and talking and yelling to be heard over the music that Izuku’s father had hired to ensure there wasn’t a moment of silence. It made it easier, not having to speak, just nodding in acknowledgment when spoken to, waving his hand towards the musicians if anyone tried to start a conversation. Most of them were attendants of his future husband, soon to be his own, and while they seemed like lovely people, the idea of interacting with them at this time was terrifying.

Only a few of his people would be allowed to come with him. Ochako, Iida and Tsu. Not even Kacchan was allowed to come with him to his new castle, his new home, though perhaps that was more of a blessing that King Hisashi had granted than a curse. It would hurt to see him after having to lay in another man’s bed, see him interact with another alpha’s children, both of them wanting but unable to have.

So perhaps this was right. Izuku had meant it when he said Katsuki could let go. Their final interaction to bring them some semblance of peace, of closure, even if the wound itself would never heal. Childhood promises broken and left behind, no matter how much they wanted to keep them.

Before he could sit and consider and let his mind spiral down into the darkness that often awaited him, the people were moving into the chapel, the music was changing, his attendants standing behind him. As much escorting him as making sure he didn’t mess up, his father’s biggest concern of the day, so sure his worthless omega son would do something to ruin this treaty. Which he wouldn’t. Izuku refused to be the failure he was believed to be; he would do this for his father, his country, for his people. Would complete the treaty and get the money and alliance that would keep them safe for so many years, if not generations, to come. He would keep his head high and stomach in check, and he would do what needed to be done.

Even if it meant marrying the man he once saw as an uncle, who had been there since he was a child, had been the one to tell him tales of love and happy endings, cruelly knowing he was never going to get his own. Even if it meant being mated to King Yagi Toshinori, the thought of which made his very skin crawl as he began to walk down the aisle, he would do it.

For his kingdom, and for his people.

The ceremony was quick - or perhaps he never really paid attention, his mind blank as the man Toshinori had brought with him read from the book, the two of them repeating after him almost mechanically. Hands tied together, wine drunk from the same cup, messages and symbolism he knew but didn’t, couldn’t remember. Because this was a fake, a falsehood, not a marriage but an exchange between his father and someone he thought cared about him, and all he could do for the rest of his life was accept it.

When Toshinori lifted his veil and placed a chaste kiss on his forehead, Izuku couldn’t stop the tears. Didn’t even try. Just stared up at his new husband, at the old friend and mentor that had betrayed him, and, perhaps selfishly, was glad he was a blond as well. If he was to be forced to have his children, at least if they came out blond, perhaps with his own green eyes, he could pretend.

He could barely remember the feast - he knew the food was supposed to be good, had smelt the chefs cooking for days. But even with course after course of delicious food laid out before him (enough to feed most of the capital, he knew, bitterly, enough to keep many of them going for days, and all of this wasted on a lie), he couldn’t eat. Couldn’t open his mouth, couldn’t bring himself to taste what he knew would be sour and ash upon his tongue. All he knew was he sat there, next to his husband, as time passed in leaps and jerks until finally, a hand was at his elbow, gently helping him rise from his seat. Izuku was aware enough to flush at the comments thrown their way as Toshinori led him towards the exit, ignoring the lewd statements and just waving towards his attendants, the group of people Izuku had never met and who would now become his entire life rising and following after them as they made their way towards the wing of the castle set aside just for them.

Just for this. Their wedding night.

He was glad, then, that he’d eaten nothing, because at the sight of the bedroom - the luxurious bed, the blankets already half nested, a steaming cup of tea that he knew would cause a faux heat if he drank it (to aid in conception the woman had told his father so the king can have an heir as soon as possible) - he wanted to be sick. He wanted to reject everything, this marriage, his title as Prince, the life he was now expected to go and live. But he couldn’t, so all he could do was reject the little that was in his stomach, bile stinging his throat and tongue as he struggled not to soil himself and the rug beneath his feet. The rug that kept him bolted to the floor, because right then and there he wanted to run, wanted to flee from the old alpha towering over him, reaching out towards him, he wanted Kacchan-

“Young Midoriya, you’re shaking. Please, come sit.” Gentle hands took his elbow and forearm, leading him away from the bed, towards a pair of chairs that had been pulled out to look at one another. Carefully Toshinori lowered Izuku into one before settling himself into the other, groaning lowly as his bones shifted. When he was settled, though, he gave Izuku a small, sad smile, his sunken eyes still visible enough to show the pity he felt. “You have nothing to fear, my boy.” His voice was soothing, his scent pulled in to keep as calming of an environment as he could. “While we may be husbands on paper, you are nothing more than my nephew, and I am nothing more than your Uncle Toshi. You are safe, my boy.”

“Why?” He was still shaking, still tense in his chair as he looked at the man before him, offering him so much after having taken away everything. Were his words true? Or were they some kind of twisted game, getting his hopes up only to destroy them? Izuku, a year ago, would have said his Uncle Toshi - an uncle in all but blood, the closest family friend his kingdom had - was a kind, honorable man, one who spoke straight and would never do something like that. Now, however, he just wasn’t sure. “Why did this happen?”

“Izuku...” Toshinori ran his hand over his face, up through his hair to push it back and out of his eyes. He was tired; it was clear the day had been long for him as well, though Izuku couldn’t find it within himself at the moment to care. “May I speak freely of your father?”

A nod.

“He’s a horrid man, and the only reason I maintained my friendship with him was because of your mother, and after her passing, you.” That got a chuckle out of Izuku. Not from the words themselves, but from how refreshing it was to hear someone other than Kacchan speak so freely of their hatred towards his father, something they all could agree upon. The chuckle seemed to cheer Toshinori up, allowing him to relax a little bit more into his chair. “You must know that your father was hoping for an alpha son, or at the very least a beta. So when you presented as an omega, he was quite disappointed with the outcome.”

‘You could have at least done me the courtesy of being born a girl, if all you were going to be good for was taking dick and pushing out pups. Wouldn’t have wasted all that sword training on you.’

Izuku knew exactly how his father felt.

“So when your father began talking about an alliance between kingdoms, he made it quite clear that part of the deal would be you. That he no longer wanted you around the castle, and thus whoever was willing to take you would get the alliance.” Toshinori reached out and patted Izuku’s hand, a calming gesture to try and counteract the harsh words. “When he made me the ‘offer,’ I tried to change it so you would become my ward, but he was strangely insistent that it was marriage instead. I believe so, if anything became of me, you wouldn’t be returned to him.”

“My father truly does hate me that much,” Izuku sighed, pulling up one leg to rest his head on his knee. He’d known it, but the reminder still hurt.

“Not just you,” Toshinori said gently, “but all omegas, for some reason. Which is why I finally agreed to marry you. So you’ll be away from your father, and whatever ignorance he has. Some gold that can easily be regained is a small price to pay for the happiness of my favorite nephew.”

He tried, he truly did, but Izuku couldn’t stop the tears that slid down his cheeks. He was so exhausted, mentally and emotionally, that it was just too hard to try and hide anything from the man before him. The man who had gone from being uncle to traitor to husband and back to uncle again in just a few hours, who had taken and given back a little bit of the sense of safety Izuku had lost from this whole ordeal. Who had watched him grow, and knew him so well. Izuku couldn’t hide.

“I’ll be free of my father, Uncle Toshi,” Izuku agreed, wiping angrily at his cheeks, “but he won’t let Kacchan come with us. And I... I’m...”

“I have a plan for that, my boy.” Toshinori left his chair and knelt before Izuku, wiping at his face for him. “What if I told you that a king can offer a knighthood to another knight, and it can be taken without consequence, save for a small fee paid to the other king? That the family of said knight can easily be moved with them, including all of their tailoring machines, and that it’s quite easy for good clothsmithes to get set up where we will be going to live? That I would be happy to appoint him your personal knight, with quarters in your wing of the castle so he can attend to you whenever necessary? What if I told you all of those things?”

Izuku was crying for real now, sobbing helplessly as he let his uncle hug him, making calming sounds as he ran his hand up and down his back, much like his mother once did when he was a child. It truly was too much, this had to be a dream, because it was more than he ever could have hoped for and everything he ever could have wanted.

“Fucking get off me, shitty hair!”

“Ahh, looks like my attendant found your knight.” Toshinori chuckled as he stood, using his shirt hem to wipe at the tears still left on Izuku’s cheeks. “Just in time, this next part will most likely include both of you.”

It took another few moments before the door burst open, a soaking wet Katsuki dragged in by three of the attendants Izuku recognized as belonging to Toshinori. Even clearly drunk they were struggling to keep a hold on him, his strength shown as he thrashed between them.

“Sorry, my lord,” one of them said with a sharp smile, his red hair dripping. “We wanted to sober him up a bit before we brought him to you. Took me in too.”

“Because you tried to push me into the fucking lake, you dipshit, of course I was bringing you too. Just let me go so I can fuck off.” A snap of teeth at one of the hands holding him, the black-haired man barely moving them in time.

“Young Bakugou, if you would please calm down, I believe you’ll enjoy the conversation I’d like to have with you.”

Even drunk Katsuki recognized Toshinori's voice - how could he not, when the man had spent almost as much time with him as Izuku growing up? He stilled in the attendants' grasp, eyes flickering around the room, searching, a sigh of relief leaving him when he found the bed and saw it empty. Though it was clear he was on guard when he was finally allowed to stand on his own, shaking off the hands that tried to keep him upright to do it himself, even if there was a slight sway in the way he stood.

He glanced towards the set of chairs, but his gaze didn't linger. Instead settling on the king's feet, hands twitching before settling into fists. "You need something, your majesty?"

"Please, leave us," to the attendants, waiting until the door was firmly shut before Toshinori shuffled back to his chair. Glancing around the room himself, he gestured towards a stool in the corner, nodding when Katsuki moved to grab it. "Please, young Bakugou, come join us. I was just discussing the possibility of you coming to join us in my kingdom with young Midoriya."

Katsuki froze half-seated, his eyes flickering to Izuku once before dropping to the ground again. But that flicker was enough - he was hurting, and the idea of coming with them, of seeing Izuku in the arms of another man, would kill him. And he thought Izuku cruel for asking him to watch.

"Kacchan," Izuku said softly, the smile he gave unseen as Katsuki refused to look at him, "please, hear him out."

A curt nod, hands clenched into fists on his knees, but at least he stayed.

"It’s well known I never intended to take a mate,” Toshinori said calmly, looking between the two. His smile was small, affection clear in his eyes. “And I still never intend to.”

Katsuki's head jerked up, staring wide-eyed between Toshinori and the smiling Izuku. "Deku," he rasped, tongue heavy with emotions and drink, "what..."

"Our marriage is platonic," Toshinori continued. "I have no interest in Izuku, beyond him as a nephew, or a son. This was to protect him from his father, and nothing more. Though, I will still need heirs for my kingdom." He leaned forward, fingers interlacing as he rested his chin on his folded hands. He kept his gaze steady on Katsuki, watching as the gears clicked into place behind his eyes. "Any children Izuku has will officially be listed as my own, but who he chooses as the sire is no concern of mine. Though, interestingly enough, just yesterday afternoon I discovered that my own great-grandmother happened to have red eyes herself. There are no portraits of her, of course, but a description of her was found in a very old journal. A brilliant red, it said."

Izuku reached out, Katsuki quickly taking his hand, squeezing it tight as he looked up at King Toshinori as if he was something more than just a man, just a king offering them everything they could have wanted. Both of their faces were wet, Izuku realized, a new kind of tears slipping unnoticed until that moment down their cheeks as they were given back their future.

Toshinori chuckled as he stood and wiped at Izuku's face once again with the hem of his shirt, a quick kiss on his forehead before doing the same to Katsuki, a gesture the alpha didn't even try to protest. "If those red eyes just happen to appear in the children listed as my own," he said softly, clasping Katsuki's shoulder - approval, an excited wish for the happiness he would soon see grow - "well, it's common knowledge that rare features like those can skip generations. And my people know how to keep their mouths shut."

Izuku was aware of the door closing behind Toshinori as he left but could barely pay it any mind as Katsuki’s hands cupped his face, tilting it up to draw him into a kiss. It was wet, the smell of the lake filling his nose and the taste of drink sour and strong on his lips, but Izuku couldn’t care less as the same hands that had so easily lifted him from his horse earlier that day now lifted him from the chair, stumbling steps letting them collapse on the bed that was now theirs. Theirs and theirs alone, and if this wasn’t a cruel game there would be another waiting for them at their new home, just theirs.

For the first time on his wedding day, Izuku laughed, truly laughed, and pulled his knight Kacchan in for another kiss.

[END]

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writingomegas · 1 year

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Can you write deku flufff

Hi! Here's some Izuku fluffy headcanons bc I have a million of them. He's one of my favorites<3

Before you started dating/courting, Izuku started doing an analysis of your quirk, like he does for pro heroes and his classmates.

Once you two start going out, he asks you twenty million questions about your quirk and helps advise you on how you can train to make your quirk better. This is his love language.

He helps you with the training, obviously. He supports you every step of the way.

He does like watching you do physical training. For completely normal reasons and definitely not because he finds it attractive when you fight.

He likes learning how to do things with you. The experience of learning together is really valuable to him because you two learn how to communicate with each other better and you can each learn what the other is good at.

For example, learning how to bake a complicated family recipe together. Both of you are fine making simple things, but something this complicated requires teamwork, dedication, and a lot of trial & effort.

The first couple attempts are almost inedible. But after about a dozen or so tries, it starts to taste decent, and eventually the two of you succeed in making it taste and look good.

Be warned, if you let Izuku take your clothes for his nest or to wear them, you will never have clothes again.

Your closet has become a permanent part of Izuku's nest.

He is almost always wearing at least one article of your clothing. Hoodies, socks, shirts, pants, whatever.

Your scent is his favorite, and he wants to be surrounded by it all the time.

Does he know he's being a little ridiculous? Yes. Will this stop him? Absolutely not.

Eventually, you negotiate with him and get him to release half of your closet back to you.

#answered asks #ak writing #izuku midoriya #mha #bnha #my hero academia #omega midoriya izuku #omega midoriya

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dreamy-cloudy · 2 years

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Pack Omega

When the day came to name an Omega for the class, everyone couldn't be more excited. As Heroes-in-training, it was common for them to have at least one Omega to watch over and comfort them when they needed it most.

Having a Pack Omega was part of being a Hero. The job was dangerous and very stressful, so having some kind of comfort was important.

Once all the students were in their places, Aizawa broached the matter at hand.

- Have you already chosen the Class Omega?

The question asked so directly made Midoriya nervous. He was eager to meet another Omega, but also nervous to know who the Alphas and Betas had in mind.

The class waved excitedly, except for Bakugou and a few more shy members.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow as he waited for the Class's response.

- We want Midoriya as our Pack Omega! - Said Lida.

As the Class President, presenting the class decision was part of his job.

Midoriya looked at everyone in shock as a storm of frantic thoughts ran through his mind. "I?" "They deserve someone better." "Will I be enough?" "Will I be able to comfort them when they need it?"

Sensing his panic, the Class was quick to comfort him.

- You don't have to if you don't want to! Ochako waved her hands quickly, panic in her expression.

- We won't force you! Lida continued.

- I don't want this nerd as my Omega! - Bakugou grumbled.

- It was the class opinion, Bakugou. - Todoroki was quick to stop the blonde's complaints.

- I will always support you in whatever decision you make. - Kirishima encouraged.

Surprised but feeling his inner Omega purr at the statements, Midoriya gave them the most genuine smile he could manage as tears of happiness flowed freely.

- Thank you guys! I promise to try to be the best Omega for you.

The Class gave him affectionate smiles as Aizawa handed over some documents for Midoriya to sign.

- It's decided then!

I hope you enjoyed! 💕

See you soon! 💖

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Ômega de bando

Quando chegou o dia da nomeação de um Ômega para a turma, todos não poderiam estar mais animados. Como Heróis em treinamento, era comum que eles tivessem pelo menos um Ômega para zelar e confortá-los quando mais precisassem.

Ter um Ômega de Bando fazia parte de ser um Herói. O trabalho era perigoso e muito estressante, e por isso, ter algum tipo de conforto era importante.

Assim que todos os alunos estavam em seus devidos lugares, Aizawa abordou o assunto em questão.

- Vocês já escolheram o Ômega da Classe?

A pergunta feita tão diretamente deixou Midoriya nervoso. Ele estava ansioso para conhecer outro Ômega, mas também nervoso para saber quem os Alfas e Betas tinham em mente.

A turma acenou animadamente, exceto Bakugou e alguns membros mais tímidos.

Aizawa ergueu uma sobrancelha enquanto aguardava a resposta da Classe.

- Queremos Midoriya como o nosso Ômega de Bando! - disse Lida.

Como o Presidente de Classe, apresentar a decisão da turma fazia parte do seu trabalho.

Midoriya olhou para todos em choque enquanto uma tempestade de pensamentos frenéticos rondavam a sua mente. "Eu?" "Eles merecem alguém melhor." "Serei o suficiente?" "Vou conseguir confortá-los quando precisarem?"

- Percebendo o seu pânico, a Classe foi rápida em confortá-lo.

- Você não precisa se não quiser! - Ochako balançou as mãos rapidamente, pânico em sua expressão.

- Nós não vamos forçá-lo! - continuou Lida.

- Eu não quero esse nerd como meu Ômega! - Bakugou resmungou.

- Foi a opinião da turma, Bakugou. - Todoroki foi rápido em impedir as reclamações do loiro.

- Eu vou sempre te apoiar na decisão que você fizer. - Kirishima incentivou.

Surpreso mas sentindo o seu Ômega interior ronronar com as declarações, Midoriya deu a eles o sorriso mais genuíno que conseguiu enquanto lágrimas de felicidade fluíam livremente.

- Obrigado, pessoal! Eu prometo tentar ser o melhor Ômega para vocês.

A Classe lhe direcionou sorrisos carinhosos enquanto Aizawa entregava alguns documentos para Midoriya assinar.

- Está decidido, então!

Espero que tenham gostado! 💕

Até breve! 💖

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inkalight · 2 months

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Let me care for you part 19

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chibicharlie95 · 3 months

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These are my pieces from "Instinct", the BkDkBk A/B/O zine.

The first was my first ever cover art (wow my style has adjusted soooo much in a year!)

And the second is for the spicy volume (the full version can be found on my spicy Twitter, Blue Sky, or Patreon). The concept was that a newly mated Deku had tried to make a sweet breakfast and burned it accidentally. After getting upset his alpha came to see what was wrong and to remind him that he is still the best Omega.

#anime #anime art #mha #izuku midoriya #mha deku #bkdk #mha bakugou #mha bkdk #bakugou fanart #bakudeku #bkdkbk #dkbkdk #a/b/o universe #a/b/o dynamics #alpha omega

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animeomegas · 2 years

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The up and downsides of being a hero- Omega!Midoriya

[DAY 28 of the Summer Writing Event w/ @omeganronpa]

Word count: 2.7k

Prompt: Midoriya and Reader adopting an orphan.

Warnings: Allusions to a kidnapping ring, murder and a child with trauma.

The past month had been difficult for you and especially Midoriya; he was leading a massive case involving a kidnapping ring that had become so public, the biggest daylight heroes were being brought in to assist, even though crimes of this kind were normally more of the underground heroes’ domain.

On the days that he had come home instead of searching the streets for leads, he had barely eaten, barely slept, he would just cry in your arms and refuse to explain why, following you around the house, keeping a hand on you at all times.

You had been worried sick over him, but those days were still better than the days where he didn’t come home at all, and you were left wondering what he was doing and if he was okay.

From the bits and pieces you’d put together, you knew that the kidnapping ring had been targeting omegas of all ages, but the exact reason why was unknown to you. On the worst night, your mate had ended up having a breakdown in your arms, muttering something about omegas who had been tricked and sold by their mates.

You had spent every night desperately wishing that the case would come to an end, for the sake of all the victims of course, but also for the Midoriya’s mental state, who was taking everything pretty hard.

But despite imagining all the ways the case might finally be solved over that month, you’d never imagined that solving that case would impact your life forever.

…

Even though you’d been briefed over text, it was still a little disconcerting to walk into the main foyer of the police station and see your mate with an unfamiliar child clutched to his chest. The child looked to be about 4-5 years old and was still wearing the dirty, ripped clothes you’d bet he was rescued in, his brown hair matted and unclean.

You couldn’t see his face as it was buried in Midoriya’s shoulder, but you recognised the small design of the back of the neck of his shirt and knew he was wearing Deku hero merch. Despite the serious and overwhelming situation, it did bring a small smile to your face.

“Hey,” Midoriya said quietly as he approached you, dragging his feet against the floor. He looked utterly exhausted and more than a little beaten up.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked softly in return. You wanted nothing more than to pull him into your arms properly, but you couldn’t risk spooking the pup.

He shot you a tired smile and nodded before addressing the child in his arms.

“Do you remember me saying that my mate was going to come here? This is them. You might have seen them on TV before,” Midoriya explained gently, rubbing the pup’s back. “This is Ren, we met this evening.”

You read between the subtext that he’d been a victim of the kidnapping ring, not that it was a hard conclusion to draw.

Ren lifted his head and looked at you for a moment. You gave him an encouraging smile, but that only seemed to make him shyer because he flushed red and then buried his face back into Midoriya’s shoulder. You thought for a moment that you’d made him uncomfortable, but Midoriya caught your eye and mouthed an amused ‘he’s a fan. Hero fanboy.’

You grinned and mouthed back ‘like you’ at him, remembering the countless gif sets on all social medias of him, the number one hero, fanboying over every other hero in existence. Top tens, retired heroes, recently debuted heroes and even hero students… no one was safe from his fanboying.

Midoriya grinned sheepishly but didn’t deny it.

Then Ren sniffled in his arms and the both of you were brought back into the reality of your situation. It was time for you to take your mate home, and time for Ren to go back to wherever he’d come from.

Midoriya sighed and waved over a police officer and a person dressed in civilian clothes that you didn’t recognise before he crouched down and encouraged Ren to stand up on his own.

“Okay buddy, this lovely police officer and this nice social worker are going to take care of you now, okay? You’ve been so brave so far, just like a real hero, but you have to be brave for just a little bit longer and I know you can do it.”

But the pup’s eyes started filling up with tears the second it became clear that this was where him and Deku would have to part ways. You could see Midoriya start to panic as he automatically reached out and pulled Ren back into an embrace that he enthusiastically reciprocated, wrapping his arms around Midoriya’s neck.

“Hey, don’t cry, it’s alright,” Midoriya tried to soothe him, but Ren just continued to sob onto his shoulder. “How about I come and visit you tomorrow morning, hmm? Make sure you’re okay?”

But the offer obviously wasn’t enough as the pup just wailed and latched on tighter. The poor thing was probably traumatised and had latched onto your mate as a safe person, who was now going to leave him behind.

The social worker clearly figured now was the time to intervene so knelt down and started whispering to the pup, too quietly for you to hear, but whatever she said wasn’t taken well as the pup only got more hysterical, releasing a distraught scent that had more than a few people in the room shifting anxiously.

In the end, it took two officers to carefully pry the pup put of Midoriya’s arms without hurting him. Or without hurting him physically at least, because emotionally the poor little boy fell apart and Midoriya looked one more guilt trip away from joining him.

The crying noises got fainter and fainter as the social worker took the pup into another room to calm down before being transported.

“Make sure you guys are gone as soon as possible,” one of the police officers said. “You’ll only set him off again if he comes back through here and sees you.”

“We will,” you agreed, standing next to your mate and taking his hand in yours, giving it a little squeeze to make sure he knew you were supporting him.

“What’s going to happen to him now?” Midoriya asked, squeezing your hand back.

“Normally, with kids like this, they’ll spend some time at an emergency foster home, especially because he won’t give us his surname yet so finding any remaining family will take a little longer. Once he gives us his name, we can look into whether there are any family that can take him. If not, then social services will find him a more permanent foster home.”

Midoriya didn’t look especially happy hearing that plan, but the officer only sent him a sad smile.

“I know it’s hard dealing with cases like this sometimes, but there isn’t anything you can do. Trust me, a lot of emergency foster carers are great people with a lot of training and experience. I know a decent number of retired pro heroes go down that path. And hey, he might be one of the lucky ones who has a family currently searching for him. The fact that he was kidnapped makes that more likely.”

Midoriya took a deep breath a nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. He probably has a family looking for him. He’ll be okay.”

…

It turned out that his family was not looking for him.

When Midoriya harassed the police for a follow up on the boy’s case about a week later, he was told that his single oma had been kidnapped with him but had been killed shortly before the police raid and the boy’s only other family was in jail and unable to take him.

Midoriya had saved and aided many children during his career, but that little boy had just impacted him so much more than anyone else had. When he heard the news, you had wrapped him up in blankets and spent four hours cooing and comforting him and telling him it wasn’t his fault, but nothing you did or said seemed to help your mate at all.

Nothing until you tentatively brought up the idea of fostering to adopt.

You and Midoriya had been umming and ahhing over having pups in the recent months, wanting nothing more than to expand your family, but being concerned over the impact a maternity leave and recovery could have on Midoriya’s career. Some advisors at his agency had even said that the likelihood was that crime would increase while he was away and Midoriya had felt too guilty to get pregnant after that conversation.

But adopting? Adopting the pup that Midoriya had saved, the pup who was wearing his hero merch and latched onto him as someone safe? The more you rolled it over in your mind, the more you felt like this was the right decision, and Midoriya’s delighted reaction only cemented your decision.

…

“And this is your room,” you explained gently, opening the door to let your mate and your new pup, who was clutching Midoriya’s hand, walk in. “We can decorate it however you want once you’ve settled in a bit.”

The room right now was very plain as it had previously been a guest room, but there was enough to house the new addition: a desk, a bed, a wardrobe, a lamp and even a small TV.

Ren looked around the room for a moment before scrunching up his face, turning around and holding up his arms to Midoriya, sniffling.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Midoriya cooed, picking him up and running his fingers through Ren’s hair. “This is a lot, I understand. Why don’t we go and relax in the living room for a bit and we can finish the tour later?”

Ren nodded into Midoriya’s neck, rubbing at his eyes furiously. As you all went back to the living room, you watched Ren as he eyes flitted back and forth between all the pictures on the wall by the stairs. He was probably so overwhelmed, the poor thing. You couldn’t imagine the kind of memories and trauma this was dragging up for him, mixing with all the other emotions going on, you weren’t surprised that he was having trouble processing it.

As Midoriya settled on the sofa with Ren on his lap, you went to grab a pre-scented blanket from the cupboard to wrap them both up in. With adopted pups, it was very important to introduce scenting and physical affection so that everyone’s instincts recognised the new family dynamic. With family situations that included an omega pup or omega parent, the final goal was nesting together as a family, which was something you were going to work your way up to with Ren.

The scented blanket was step one as it had been covered in yours and Midoriya’s scent for Ren to get used to and associate with positive emotions like comfort and safety. For now, you would stay in the neutral territory of the living room, but you had a feeling that it wouldn’t take long for your family to reach the nesting stage seeing as Midoriya had already confessed to you that he wanted to bundle Ren up in there, and Ren, as far as you knew, had been raised by a loving parent and didn’t have any attachment issues that could delay the process. It didn’t matter either way though; you would wait as long as Ren needed to be comfortable with that stage.

“Are you hungry?” Midoriya asked suddenly, tucking the scented blanket around the pup in his lap.

Ren shrugged, hiding his face and pulling the blanket more tightly around him.

“Thirsty?” Midoriya tried next. “We have all sorts of yummy foods and drinks because we weren’t sure what kind of things you like. What sort of things are your favourite?”

Ren whined and just pushed his face further into Midoriya’s neck.

“Don’t overwhelm him,” you whispered into Midoriya’s ear, running a hand over Ren’s head.

“Sweetie, do you like hot chocolate and marshmallows?” you asked instead, keeping the question as simple as you could.

Ren paused before pulling his head away and quietly asking,

“With cream?”

“If you want cream.”

Ren nodded shyly, fiddling with the blanket and Midoriya sent you a relieved and grateful smile.

“I think hot chocolates all round then!” you grinned, bopping both Ren and Midoriya on the nose before heading to the kitchen determined to make the best hot chocolates possible.

Over the sounds of the kettle and the clinking of the mugs, you could vaguely hear voices from the living room and you hoped everything was going okay.

A few minutes later, you loaded the now finished hot chocolates onto a tray and carried them into the living room, but the sight in front of you was so cute, you paused in the doorway to watch.

Midoriya had you wedding album open on his lap, Ren perched at his side.

“Ahh, you’ve almost got them all!” Midoriya’s voice was teasing and the smile on his face was plain to see. “You’re still missing one hero in this photo though.”

“No! I thought I got them all!”

“Nope, you’re still missing one.”

Ren muttered hero names under his breath as he pointed at each person in the photo in turn. Seeing such a serious, concentrated look on his young face was vaguely amusing.

“What about her? Is she a hero?” Ren asked eventually.

“No,” Midoriya laughed. “That’s my mother, she’s not a hero, but you will get to meet her soon enough. Here, I’ll give you a hint.”

Midoriya pointed at one of the people in the background of the photo and Ren immediately picked up the album and held it close to his face.

“It’s him, do you recognise which hero he is?”

It took a few moments but clearly inspiration struck because the pup suddenly shouted,

“It’s Present Mic!”

It was the loudest you had heard the shy boy speak since you’d met him.

“Yes! Good job!” Midoriya said, ruffling Ren’s hair. “He looks different in normal clothes, doesn’t he?”

Ren nodded fiercely.

“Who wants hot chocolate?” you asked, finally breaking into the conversation and sliding the tray onto the coffee table.

Ren’s eyes went comically wide as he stared at the hot chocolates, overloaded with cream, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles. You’d even brought the rest of the bag of marshmallows in with you, figuring Ren more than deserved a treat.

You sat down cross legged at the coffee table and Ren followed quickly, Midoriya trailing behind.

“Careful with them, you two, they’re still hot.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Midoriya joked, leaning down to whisper to the pup conspiratorially. “Alphas are so overprotective.”

You personally thought that was rich coming from Mr. Hero Complex himself, but you let it slide because it immediately sent your son into a small fit of giggles that he tried to hide behind his hand.

“Oh yeah? Well, the omegas in this house have far too much hero nesting merch,” you teased back, swiping a bit of cream on the end of Midoriya’s nose. You were talking about the combo of Midoriya’s impressive collection and the budding collection Ren came with.

Midoriya made a fake offended noise and took Ren’s hand.

“You’ll never stop us from buying more hero merch!” he dramatically announced before giving the worst evil laugh you’d ever heard because he couldn’t quite keep the giggles at bay.

Ren continued to laugh, chocolate staining the edges of his mouth now and you couldn’t help but be filled with optimism for the future of your family. It wouldn’t be easy, you knew, looking at Ren’s adorable face, that you would fight like hell to make everything as good as it could be.

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Consorts and Royalty

You're the Emperor and its time for you to choose your Omegan Consorts. Four Omegas seem to have caught your eye.

This is a reverse Harem AU with Alpha reader and Omega consorts. Taken out from my One-Shot book and has its own book now.

Word count: 5k

Includes: Omega Kirishima, Bakugou, Todoroki and Midoriya.

Note: Reader is genderneutral. The term Emperor is used but its gender neutral too. Alpha Reader.

The great hall of the royal palace was filled with wonderous talk and laughter. Nobles and other dignitaries all mingled amongst themselves into the night. Among these nobles was a man who, unlike his comrades, would have rather been anywhere else.

He was beautiful and held an element of poise to him. His head held high in a feeling of superiority that he always carried with him. His ash blond hair shone brightly in the candlelit area and contrasted the long black silk robe he wore to appease his sire’s wishes. Made to look pampered and attractive. A fattened cow to the slaughter. The make up he wore that accentuated his blood red eyes would distract one from the clear scowl on his face.

“My, my, my, Duke Bakugou… you look remarkable tonight.”

The blond turned around to meet eyes of candle apples. Red enough but having a sort of magenta hue to them. Walking to stand in front of him, carrying two champagne flute glasses was a redhead taller than himself, but not by much. Maybe just an inch or two but definitely broader. The redheaded man wore a cape on his shoulders with a tight corset black suit. He handed over a glass, a smile on his lips.

Bakugou scoffed. “Please, Eijiro, do not flatter me.” The blond looked away as he frowned. “You know the old hag forced me into this.”

Kirishima chuckled at the mannerism of his best friend. Never surprised or shocked but still happy nonetheless to know he hasn’t changed. “I am surprised you managed to lose your sire at such a momentous occasion.”

“Momentous? Tch.” Bakugou scowl deepened. He took a sip from his glass. “It is just the start of the season overshowed by a rumour.”

“An important rumour.”

“Important to who?”

“Our country.” Bakugou shook his head as he looked away. Kirishima looked around the hall easily. He was one of the taller Omegas there so he could see rather well. “To think… a few of us might be chosen by the Emperor themself to be part of her Royal Consorts. The Tides of the Empire.” Kirishima looked with a soft hopeful gleam in his eyes.

Bakugou looked up at his best friend. He looked him up and down almost in disgust. He turned himself around. “Don’t fucking speak to me again.” He started walking away.

Kirishima laughed at the blond’s reaction. “Aww, come on Katsuki. No need to always be the one discarding the idea of finding a mate.” Kirishima easily caught up with Bakugou, finding his natural place next to him. The two of them slowly and easily made their way through the crowd of people. “If you don’t want the Emperor, I’m sure you can find some Alpha here that tickles your fancy.”

“Like who?”

“Well…” Kirishima looked around as he was suddenly needing names. “Ah! What about some of our old playmates, like Lord Ojiro?” He asked as he pointed out the other blond male a few meters away from them, far enough to not hear their conversation.

Bakugou scrunched up his face. “I would rather drown myself in a chamber pot.”

“Baron Sato?”

“I would never settle for an Alpha with bigger lips than me.”

“My cousin, Tetsutetsu.”

“Too much like you but not quite, plus he likes spinach too much.”

Kirishima shook his head, not surprised but still in defeat to Bakugou’s standards. He took a sip of the bubbling champagne in his glass. “Well then who? Who here would you remotely be fine settling down with?” He asked trying to find a hint to what Bakugou defined as acceptable.

Bakugou looked left and right. No one here remotely piqued his interest. He had too high standards for Alphas he had grown up around, knowing too much about them already to want them no matter what his biology told him. He hummed as his head slowly settled on the redhead in front of him. He raised his flute glass. “The only person that remotely lives up to my expectations here is you.”

Kirishima choked on his drink. He covered his nose and mouth with one hand as he stared down at his best friend with wide eyes. He closed his eyes and chuckled. It wasn’t something they exactly never talked about, not something they never fantasised about but life wasn’t that simple.

Kirishima shook his head and didn’t say anything. Bakugou took a step forward, his frown turning up into a slight smile. “Come on, Eijiro. We can run away from this. Me and you. No one would be the wiser until it’s too late.”

“Except your sire,” Kirishima pointed out with a pointed look making Bakugou release a small growl at the mention of her. “Leading Duchess Mitsuki Bakugou and my sire, Leading Marchioness Tekea, would have us rung by our necks when they find out.”

“If.”

“When.” Kirishima said adamantly. Bakugou looked up at him. He didn’t say anything but his eyes said enough to the redhead. Kirishima released a heavy breath. He wished they weren’t in public right now and he wasn’t wearing the black and red lace collar around his neck like every Omega had to wear. If they could slip away he would comfort Bakugou but right now they would have to make do. “Katsuki I-”

“There you two are. I thought I heard the complaining of Kacchan come from this way.” Walking towards the pair were two other omegas. Walking with a soft amused smile on his face over to them was a green haired gentleman in a velvet green waistcoat and a white button up. He nodded his head over to the now aggressive looking blond. “Kacchan.”

“Deku.”

“Prince Todoroki.” Kirishima chirped out in excitement.

“Marquess Kirishima.” The prince greeted back with a soft smile at the excitement Kirishima had towards him. He stood at Midoriya’s side. He bowed his head, his hands joined under his long sleeves of his own long luxurious robes. His hair down with some of his locks, in an intricate lace of red and white, were in a bun on his head.

“Kirishima-kun,” Midoriya started with a genuine smile to the redhead. “are we still on for training later next week?” The heir of the All Might Lands asked, his hands joined behind him.

Kirishima’s eyes widened as he remembered of his arrangement with Midoriya. He nodded his head excitedly as he joined his hands together. “Yes, without a doubt.”

Bakugou looked between Midoriya and Kirishima very confused. He knew the two of them were good friends from when they were younger but he didn’t know the two of them interacted whenever he was not around. He felt clueless and Bakugou hated feeling clueless.

Before he could say anything Todoroki made his way to stand in front of Bakugou. He was around the same height as Kirishima so just about two inches taller than the blond. “Lord Bakugou, we’re both wearing similar outfits. I knew we were best friends.”

Bakugou turned to Todoroki annoyed. “We are nothing of the sort.” He glared.

“Mine’s just white and red and yours is black. How lovely.”

“Shut up, IcyHot.”

“We’re always in sync.”

Before Bakugou could loose his top, trumpets blew catching everyone’s attention. Next to the big doors by a grand staircase stood Iida Tenya. He stood up straight, hair slicked back in a dark blue suit that matched his hair. He cleared his throat as the ballroom quieted down. His head was high as he got ready to do one of his many duties. “Announcing the illustrious Emperor of Kairium, The Great Current of the Empire, Emperor Y/N.”

The doors opened and you stepped forward, your head high as your crown sat on your head safely. You looked over the sea of people, some from your own empire, others from neighbouring to distant lands. The congregation bowed at your presence. You smiled as you descended the steps, Iida following dutifully behind you. Once you made your way to the bottom you raised your hand. “Greetings, to all here tonight and welcome to the start of the season.” You addressed everyone as they all clapped. “Tonight, marks the start of our beloved season but it also marks a season not only for all Alphas here but also for me.” You nodded your head as you motioned to yourself. “Yes, the rumours are true that I am to choose my Omega consorts this season, and by the end of this season we will have our Tides of the Empire.” You announced.

There was excited chatter amongst everyone at that. Kirishima gave Bakugou a pointed look as he stood beside the blond. “Did I not tell you, Katsuki.” He whispered. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed as he kept looking forward. He was speechless. His mother would no doubt push him towards you and he could already tell what was to be of his fate if otherwise.

You smiled and placed your hands together. You raised a single hand and everyone went quiet. “Now, to every Omega and Beta here, I wish you all the most wonderful season. Follow your hearts and your spirits, it will lead you to the right choice. To the Alphas here…” You scoffed, a hint of competitiveness syncing in. “Let the best Alphas win.” The Alpha part of the audience obviously laughed finding it amusing. You finished your words and made your way with your head held high over to a throne set up for you. “Tenya…” You spoke hushed as you made your way over to your seat. “How many Omegas do I have to meet?” You asked as you moved up the four steps to the platform your throne was on to the left of the room.

Iida moved behind you dutifully. An arm in front of him. “All of them, your majesty.”

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly. “All of them?” You asked, your voice higher pitched.

He nodded his head. You held back a frown as you took your place on your throne to the left of the room. You sat up straight, your legs crossed one over the other. You could feel eyes on you like normal. It wasn’t something you weren’t used to as emperor. You looked over to Iida, you lifted your hand up to tell him he could start with the introductions.

Then the long process of being introduced to every single Omega here started. As Emperor you had to give your blessing to each of them for the coming season. You had to learn each one of their names, their portraits, their rankings. You felt overcome with them, but here you were flawlessly greeting each of them and each of them hoping to be given a title for this season.

Those that caught the eye of the emperor at events would be given a title for the season. Obtaining a title was almost a guaranteed position as a royal consort. No one knew how to obtain one though, even the most perfect of Omegas might not achieve one. It was all up to the Emperor. Which could be said true of your dam, the First Royal Consort, her title was The Butterfly of the Season. She could dance and glide through the air as graceful as a butterfly. It was magical whenever she would entertain at events, leaving people gaping and breathless.

Gaining a title from the Emperor was all any one wanted. All but Katsuki Bakugou.

“I want to go home.”

“Oh shush!” Mitsuki quickly scolded her only child as they stood together getting ready to be summoned as the next to be summoned to be presented before the Emperor. She lifted Bakugou’s head up higher. “Don’t slouch.” She pinched his cheeks making him hiss. “Get that awful scowl off your face. You have to be the image of perfection.” She folded her arms as she stood to his right. “Isn’t that right Masaru?” She asked her mate who stood next to their son.

Masaru looked to the two blonds. Bakugou was still scowling, clearly not wanting to be part of any of this. Masaru gave his pup a kind smile. He placed his hands on his son’s cheeks. He looked him once over. He placed a soft kiss on Bakugou’s cheek. “You look amazing, Katsuki. Just be yourself.” He advised. This made Bakugou instantly ease up at his dam’s words.

“No, do anything but that.” Mitsuki told him as she shook her head. “If you want to woo the Emperor, you have to be esteemed.” Bakugou’s eased state left as quick as it came. He glared at his sire with fire in his eyes. Masaru sighed in dismay, seeing that his effects of calming his son was flown out the window. The two began to bicker amongst themselves.

Next in the que to be introduced to the emperor were the Todorokis. Todoroki stood next to his older brother, Natsuo. Natsuo had his head up as he stood dutifully next to his younger brother. Natsuo looked over to Todoroki. Even though the youngest son of the Todoroki empire was quiet in nature and stoic as always, Natsuo could see that he was nervous. It was the smallest of things. How his breathing picked up and how his fingers, moved under his long sleeves.

Natsuo chuckled. “Don’t worry, Shoto. You are the image of perfection, you do not need to fear.” He told his brother. Todoroki looked over to Natsuo unsure but he nodded his head. Natsuo could see he wasn’t entirely convinced. Natsuo moved a strand of hair out of Todoroki’s face to be behind his ear. He smiled. “I’m being serious Shoto. This doesn’t define you. Just do what you always do.”

Iida Tenya stood at your side as the group in front of you went back to enjoying the evening. “Next we have the Royal family of the Todoroki Empire.”

Natsuo faced forward. “Show time.” He whispered. He stepped forward with Todoroki at his side to stand in front of you. Natsuo himself wasn’t there to say anything but was just a chaperone to his younger brother.

Todoroki looked up at you. His eyes widened ever so slightly at being faced with you face to face. You sat with such an eased posture yet there was an aura of confidence to you and how you held yourself. Todoroki bowed his head, his hands together in front of him covered by his long sleeves. The two long strands framing his face ever so delicately opposed each other, red and white. “Your majesty.” He greeted.

You smiled down at him. The image of grace and effortlessness. The Todorokis were an advantageous partner to have. Not one that you or your Empire desperately needed but it would be nice to have them on your side. Yet you weren’t one to choose a partner based off of how advantageous they were. You were interested in this silent prince that seemed chackled to his position. “Prince Shoto Todoroki of the Todoroki Empire.” You nodded your head to another royal. “I am glad that you were able to join us for our season. I hope you have been enjoying your time in my Empire.”

Todoroki had his head down in submission to your rank as Empire. His posture and poise the image of perfection and was clearly the envy of this season from the gazes he was receiving. Some from Omegas and their dams and sires in envy and annoyance, others in admiration and some from Alphas in want and interest. He caused attention in his own silent cold way. “My time here has been more than pleasant, your majesty. Thank you for your hospitality.” He answered without fault nor flaw.

That had you even more intrigued. You wanted to see a side to him that wasn’t flawless, that wasn’t sculpted to perfection. You wondered whether you could bring that side out of him. You would have to keep Todoroki around to see. “Good. Do you have any hopes for this season?” You asked.

Todoroki looked up at you, his heterochromic eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second. An iron grey and a chilling blue. He looked at you through his lashes before returning his gaze lower away from your eyes. “Only the best, your majesty.” You noticed the smallest of smirks on his lips.

You adjusted your seating now that you got a glint of that hidden side to him. You scoffed silently as you looked down at him intrigued. Todoroki’s shoulders “I strongly agree with that answer, Prince Shoto.” dropped slightly in relief of now having your interest. You brought your hands together. “I hope you enjoy this evening and you have a blessed season.” You concluded.

“Thank you, your majesty.” He thanked you with another bow. He stood up straight. He followed Natsuo who took him away from you, his head facing forward.

You looked to Iida to introduce the next one. “Next we have the Marques of our Empire, the Kirishimas.”

You turned your gaze back forward. In front of you were the infamous Generals of your armies. The Kirishima family was known for their strength and their skills on the battlefield. They were the most loyal family you had ever had the pleasure of meeting and were known for their presence of being beasts among men.

Standing in front of you was a member of your court, Marchioness Tekea Kirishima with her mate Marchioness Yua Kirishima. The two of them were chaperoning their son, who was in front of them. Eijiro Kirishima. He had the broadness of a Kirishima, not as tall as his Alpha sire but still held a strong presence to him. Not a conventional Omega and that is what made you interest.

He bowed at the waist one arm bent in front of him. He looked up at you with candle apple eyes that were red but had a sweet pink hue to them. His wide big eyes made delicate with the way his perfect lashes swept every time he blinked. “Good evening, your majesty.” Kirishima bowed before you, a soft smile on his face. It seemed like a smile that belonged there, genuine and eased.

You smiled back at the sincerity to him. He clearly held everything on his sleeve before him. “Evening, Marquess Eijiro Kirishima, son of Leading Marchioness Takea Kirishima.” You greeted him back. You decided to tease him a bit. “I hope you have enough grace of that of your swordsmanship.”

Kirishima chuckled, his eyes still down casted. He knew what you were on about. Being a Kirishima, he grew up more on brute force and having to be strong. His family taking pride in their abilities in combat, no matter the second gender. Often that put him at a bit of a disadvantage than the other Omegas that were overcome with growing up to be dainty and delicate. He was always a bit to muscular or overall big. But he grew up lake any other noble Omega having to learn etiquette, dancing and how to hold out your pinkie at a certain angle.

Kirishima was a hard worker, a dedicated learner and never let anything stop him. “You flatter me, your majesty.” He said with a slight chuckle to his voice. “However, I believe that everything has an element of grace to it, from dancing to sword fighting. You need not worry about me, your majesty.”

You laughed lightly at his response. Kirishima immediately looked up at you once he heard your laughter. It was a rare commodity to him. One that was real and one that he caused. “Worry about a Kirishima? Have more faith in me and your house, Marquess.” You shook your head, but had a broad smile on your face. “Your house has never once disappointed the crown nor those that have sat on it. My family and pack is eternally grateful for the efforts that your house has put towards the throne.” You looked over to a beaming Takea Kirishima. You nodded your head towards him in recognition. Takea and Yua both bowed towards you at the compliment.

“Thank you, your majesty.” Kirishima spoke full of pride in his name. “Your favour is highly appreciated.”

“As you can see Marquess Eijiro, I could not have more faith in your house. I have faith in you.” You smiled down at him. “That I am certain.” You sent him a small wink. His eyes widened slightly and his face burned with heat as he flushed. He looked away from you making you chuckle. Omegas were too cute to tease. “I hope you enjoy this evening, and you have a blessed season.” You sent them off.

“Thank you, your majesty.” He thanked you, standing up to his full height.

You hummed almost silently as you watched them leave. You wanted to keep him around as well. You found him cute.

“The heir to the throne of the All Might Lands.”

You turned your attention back in front of you. Another cute one. Standing in front of you was a curly green haired man. He had big green eyes that were as green as grass and looked just as fresh. He bowed before you at your presence, willingly and knowingly. He seemed to also wear his heart and his sleeve. He had a soft smile on his face. “Greetings to the Great Ocean, Emperor Y/N.”

You smiled as you leaned to the side slightly. To have an heir to the throne of a neighbouring land address you as such with such a deep bow, you felt a surge of confidence in that. “You praise me, Prince Izuku. I hope you have been finding my lands and gardens to your satisfaction.”

Midoriya kept his head down and nodded. “Your lands, especially the royal gardens, are beautiful, your majesty.”

You chuckled. You motioned to him. “They must be nothing compared to your lands.” You told him.

The All Mighty Kingdom was known for their field of open flowers and fresh greenery. They had such fertile lands and soil that grew the best produce. Not to mention it was as if being part of nature itself being there. They were beautiful fresh and green as far as they eye could see. It was more of a farming kingdom, very peaceful and often abstained from any political conflicts unless necessary.

Midoriya was titled air to the throne as he saved his village from raging monsters from the north. He was titled the People’s Prince for always giving back to his community and spending more time with them than anywhere else. When King All Might asked to meet the young Omega, he instantly grew fond of him (and his mother). Thus after King All Might got married to the now Queen Inko, Midoriya was given title of heir as King All Might had not sired any pups during his long reign.

Midoriya shook his head. “Your majesty, thank you, but if I may…” He looked up to you, meeting your gaze for just a moment, asking for permission. You raised your head with a brief nod granting it. He released a small breath. He stood up straight and took a step forward. His hands together. “I believe it is the arrangement of the flowers that truly make it beautiful. Nature’s unique arrangement of a flower field, in its disorder with rare pattern or reason, holds a uniqueness to it. So with your gardens,” He motioned with one hand. “The arrangements of every bush of roses or grown tree is mesmerizing.”

You were glad about his answer. You looked down at your lap. “My dam organized the arrangements. She handles everything to do with the gardens.” You turned your head to the side, quiet for a moment. You had a thought. “Prince Izuku.”

The Omega perked up at his name and title. He straightened his posture and turned all his attention to you. “Yes, your majesty?”

“I would like to have you work on an arrangement for the upcoming picnic soon.” You turned your sights back on him. “If what you say is true, I want you to impress me.” You fiddled with one of the many rings on your fingers.

His eyes glinted in hope of the challenge. Being given a task by you, the emperor to prove himself was a great an honourable thing. He smiled and nodded his head excitedly. You chuckled at the action finding it cute. “Yes, your majesty. I won’t let you down.” He bowed.

“I doubt you will.” You expressed. “Enjoy your evening, Prince Izuku and I hope you have a blessed season.”

“Thank you, your majesty.”

You watched him leave too. The heir to the AllMighty lands. You wondered if going after him would be a good idea. He seemed sweet, cute and determined but at the same time if you obtained the lands through him it would heighten your empires worth but make you a target as well. You would have to be very careful on who you chose. Sometimes the choice your heart wants isn’t what your empire needed.

“The Dukes of our Empire, the Bakugous.” Iida announced taking you out of your thoughts.

You turned your head forward and then you saw the Omega you had often heard the name of at court. Behind him stood his parents, chaperoning. Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou. Mitsuki, a member of court, and a force to be reckoned with. If her son was just like her as they all said, he would be a tough one to crack.

Bakugou looked up at you on your throne. Nothing passive or unyielding about him. He was a challenge. You liked challenges. His red eyes burned into yours like that of pure melting lava and his flawless skin seemed almost that made of actual porcelain. He was enviously attractive and yet held an expression as if you had knowingly kicked his dog. He bowed in front of you, head down, but you felt it was more customary for him than he was doing so willingly.

You hummed as you tilted your head to the side. “Duke Katsuki Bakugou.” You looked him over in intrigue. “How are you?”

Bakugou felt revolted by such a question. How was he? He would feel better if he wasn’t trapped in such extravagant clothing meant to make him look like a prized bird. He kept his face without emotion. “Well, your majesty.”

You could tell he wasn’t giving you a full honest answer. An answer to please you and a general one to make it so that he wasn’t lying. Yet you wanted a real answer from him. “I hope you are enjoying the night?” Bakugou hesitated to answer. There. You sat up at that, ever so slightly. The answer you wanted to hear. If you pushed a bit you might get it. This whole evening up until Todoroki most of the answers were given to you just to please you or to make them look good. You wanted a true unfiltered answer. If you were going to pick Omegas as your consorts you wanted to truly know them. “Speak your mind.” You granted him allowance.

Bakugou frowned and the moment Mitsuki noticed that she felt doomed. She withheld a deep sigh knowing her son was going to throw all this effort away. Bakugou straightened up slightly. “I feel like a cow to the slaughter.” He expressed plainly to you.

You raised an eyebrow in intrigue. The onlookers watching, watched with wide eyes and pursed lips. There was one thing about Bakugou, it was that he was not afraid to speak his mind. Whether that was a good or bad thing, no one knew. You chuckled. “You feel pampered?” You asked him. “On display?”

He thought about the words you used. “Treated like a prized courtesan in your court more likely.” He was comparing to the way people watched courtesans with hungry eyes and with want to how he felt now. All the season was about to him were Alphas sporting for the most beneficial and best Omega as part of their household and to produce pups. He didn’t want an Alpha who thought of that before thinking of who he was.

You raised an eyebrow. “You assume I treat my courtesans in such a way?”

Bakugou shrugged. “How else would you treat them?”

“I assure you, not how you feel.

“If the knot fits, your majesty.”

The statement went flying out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Bakugou quickly clamped his mouth shut with wide eyes as he realized what he had just said. To you. The emperor. Masaru’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and Mitsuki was seething with rage as she turned to her son. Bakugou covered his mouth with his hands. Kirishima bit down on his bottom lip in fear for what was to come. Everyone was dead silent around you as tension built.

Bakugou never felt such a rush of fear go through his body. His mother always told him his loose tongue would get him into trouble and here he was. Bakugou opened his mouth to apologise. “Your Majesty, I-”

The sound of laughing was heard. Everyone turned their attention to you. You had your head in your hands concealing giggles to yourself, but not longer than a second later did you drop them and look up with a loud laugh. You placed a hand to your chest as you turned to Iida. “Tenya! Did you hear that? Ha!” You chuckled loudly as you turned to look at the dark-haired Alpha next to you. “That was such a witty response, I’ve never thought of it. ‘If the knot fits’. How original.” You laughed. Iida visibly dropped his shoulders, glad you took it as something funny than get offended over it. He let out a soft chuckle. You turned your attention back to the ash blond. You looked at him for a while as your laughing died down. You looked down at Bakugou with a smirk and piercing eyes. The blond felt like he was being observed under a microscope. He flushed and looked down in embarrassment. “I am amused.” You announced. “You amuse me, Duke Katsuki.”

You stood up from your throne catching most of the attention of the evening. You walked to the side of your throne to wear a giant shell was facing upwards towards the ceiling. You placed your hand in the water that filled it and retrieved a beautiful orange shell with white hues to it. You looked at the clip once more, you nodded your head satisfied. You walked over to Bakugou, descending down the 3 steps that put your throne above everyone else. You stood before him and placed the clip by his hair line.

The blond was frozen in his place, extremely confused and thoughtless as to what you were doing. When you were satisfied you looked at it in his hair. A bit out of place but pretty enough to look like an accessory. You turned back up the stairs. Once you reached the top again you turned back to everyone. “Katsuki Bakugou, the Spitfire of the Season.” You announced the first title given this season. The soft gasps and chatter of the announcement soon filled the hall. You looked back down to the blushing blond who stared up at you with wide confused red eyes. “Save me your first dance.” You told him as you turned to sit back in your chair.

“Th… thank you, your majesty.” Bakugou bowed at your presence before walking to join Kirishima, Todoroki and Midoriya silently. He drifted away from his parents towards them. Bakugou looked like he was shaking slightly, eyes wider than they had been and his breathing uneven.

“Katsuki.” Kirishima expressed, staying close to the blond. “You’re shaking.” He whispered as he took the blond’s hands in his own. Kirishima kept his hands over Bakugou’s to try and still him and give him comfort.

“You gave us quiet the scare, Duke Bakugou.” Todoroki expressed hushed as well. They didn’t want to seem rude but they wanted to check in on their friend.

Bakugou felt frozen like he could barely move. Midoriya took place on the other side of Bakugou. “Congratulations Kacchan.” Midoriya praised with half a genuine smile and half a smirk of amusement. “You got a title.”

Bakugou shakily turned his head back to look at you. You were addressing the next Omega after him, a smile on your face like always. Yet even though you seemed focused on the Omega in front of you, it seemed as if your attention was also on their little huddle together. Bakugou turned his head back, his skin pale and his body not cooperating.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

-Glitch1d

Hey Yall. Sorry I've beem MIA on here, but hey, for those of you who haven't seen this on AO3, here it is. The whole fic is linked down below. This was Katsuki's chapter, each boy gets one. I am currently working on the Second chapter to Arranged from the KiriBaku Omegaverse week so don't worry.

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mollisangelus · 10 months

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Perspective Is A Fickle Thing

Dom! Alpha! Izuku x Soft! Omega! Reader

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: Izuku is super out of character right now, but bare with me, it'll get there. Everything will make sense.

TW: None!

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You found yourself thinking about that day a lot. You talked so much, that you ended up going somewhere else to get dinner. It was just so easy, which you found surprising. You didn't like new people much. The best part was the way he even paid for it, the memory burning into your mind and causing blush to dance along your complexion quite quickly.

"It's a shame Ura couldn't come, but duty calls."

You sighed and nodded, "Yeah, she just seems to always overwork herself.."

Just then, the waiter appeared, check in hand. "I hope you both enjoyed your night, an adorable couple really. I'll be right back to grab the check." With that, he was gone before either of you could protest. Not that Izuku seemed like he was going to, his eyes on the check as he goes to grab it.

In your flustered state, you clumsily grab your small purse and dig to grab your card. It takes you a minute or so, and Izuku is confused as to what you are doing until you pull it out.

"I'll pay tip too, so don't worry!" With that, you go to place your card in there and write a note to split the cost, but Izuku is quick to stop you.

"Don't be silly, I'm paying." His hands are on yours to keep you from the check, and his eyes seem to burn in your skin. You feel the spotlight and your spine tingles. It was just like earlier. It was like you were left no room to argue, but you were awkward naturally anyways.

"Oh, okay.." you mumbled, biting on your bottom lip in nervousness.

You both ended the night with him giving you his number and driving you home, because it was much too dark and late for you to walk and take the bus. He insisted. It felt like a date, for sure, but your conversation was aimed towards business, which was obviously his goal.

It was a business date! That's right! Perfectly normal, I mean that is why you had a meeting in the first place! It just proves that it went so well!

After coming to that conclusion, you felt so light on your feet for the next week and a half, and your enthusiasm for work seemed to triple! You had so much work to do if the number 1 hero puts his faith in you! So, as you're tinkering with one of Uraraka's sidekick's gadgets that were recently crushed one day, you get a text. It was odd, you don't talk to many people, especially outside of work. Anyone in your circle would just come to you. Your curiosity wins this time, and as the cat screams, you peer at your screen. The childish name 'green boi💚' is on the notification, with 'new message' underneath. You mentally curse yourself for the high school girl butterflies, yey you're still quick to unlock your phone and read.

"Let's have dinner again, I'd like to talk about a proposition."

You freeze for a moment and your thoughts race. What does that mean? Proposition? You start to type your confusion till your stupidity hits you like a bus. A job, he wants to offer you a job. Your cheeks flare as you text back.

Quickly, you texted back, "Wow, I'm honored! Just send me when and where!" Anxious butterflies flutter in your stomach as you type, and you have to double back on words. It wasn't that big of a deal, even as you try to tell yourself that though, your omega and heart are soaring. Your nerves seem to be burning out as you bite at your lip, waiting for a response.

"I'll call you."

Then before you could make an excuse, your phone was buzzing with his contact name lighting up the screen. Shock flares through you, and you juggle your phone clumsily with your surprise.

As you struggle to keep a grip, you shakily swiped up and put the device to your ear. "H-hi..?" God, you must sound so weak right now. Not very confident business woman of you.

"Hi! I'll pick you up around 8, alright? So just send me your address. I had to call cause my hands are a bit busy at the moment." You hear movement in the background and clink of something on a table.

"O-oh, okay! You don't have to pick me up, I can walk…!" You were so quiet, so nervous. You did your best to keep the cheerful chip at the end, but your heart hammered with each stutter.

"Nonsense, I'm not making you walk in the dark." It was final.

"Are you sure?" You appreciated a gentleman, but you couldn't stand being inconvenient. Not even in the littlest ways.

"____. I'm picking you up, send me your address, okay? I have to go, I'll see you at 8." This time it really was final, the sound of a hang up in your ear.

You could have protested, could have insisted you walk, but you're immediately typing your address like you were told. Just who is this man?

A/N: can you believe I'm alive? I'll try to at least finish this before I lose hyperfocus.

#a/b/o #izuku midoria x reader #bnha izuku #bnha smut #izuku mydoria #deku midoriya #deku x y/n #dom/sub #alpha and omega #omega reader

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iddybiddysquish · 1 year

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I Regret Bonus - Midoriya x Reader

Masterlist: Here

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Gender: AFAB

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), marking, A/B/O quirk, arousal quirk, cum eating, pulling out - not good with terminology to let me know if I've missed anything!

Notes: Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading! This is quite self indulgent and my first time writing smut so be gentle with me pls <3 Reader has the ability to copy and edit quirks! Not beta read, we die like men.

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'I regret everything.' I whined as I laid in my bed, thighs heavy with slick as I came for the 12th time that morning. It has only been an hour or so since I'd awoken to an aching need in my cunt that was impossible to ignore and a fever so hot that I was starting to see stars.

I was exhausted and yet nowhere near satisfied. I knew I was going to need to call in sick with how painful this arousal is.

It took me a while to figure out what the cause was. At first I thought I'd been hit with an arousal quirk in my sleep, as impossible as that is. However the more I looked into the quirks I'd copied at random that took my interest, I discovered something that I didn't know when I copied the quirks.

Quirk: A/B/O

This quirk gives the user characteristics of the A/B/O genre, including giving them a second gender. This gives them claws and fangs that can retract as well as basics such as enhanced senses and physiological changes such as scent glands and enhanced animalistic thinking.

Quirk: Estrus

This quirk gives the user the ability to cast uncontrollable arousal in individuals who are touched or are within a 5 m distance.

Apparently, this included heat and rut cycles as well as an estrus cycle, the latter of which is experienced because of the quirk with the same name - side effects of both quirks. It's not helped by the fact that I was weeping out of every hole - even my ass now had a uterus and there was a third uterus with a vaginal opening between my anus and normal vagina, both with slick pouring out of them, like male Omega’s get in the Omegaverse and it was killing me. Three vaginas was too much to contend with when all I had were handheld toys at my disposal.

'I don't have enough hands for this shit.'

What made things worse was that I was capable of experiencing a mating season as well as a heat or a rut despite not being an Alpha, which confused me. I was clearly an Omega - even having the male equivalent of uteruses.

To cum more readily I even activated a quirk that gave me both male and female genitalia but the friction, despite my slick, was starting to hurt my sensitive head and thick knot that had formed from my last orgasm, and I was nowhere near feeling satisfied. So I deactivated it and wiped my hands clean before searching for my phone with disdain.

I am irritable and whiny all whilst pining for an Alpha to be submissive towards. It's a weird concoction that I wasn't appreciating as I laid in what I now realised was a nest of blankets and pillows I'd created to house myself as I cried from over and under stimulation.

Everything was made worse by the fact that I had no clue how long this would last.

‘Is this monthly or annually?’

The more I looked into this quirk the worse I felt, especially as I discovered I would have an annual mating season, would go into heat monthly, would go into estrus biweekly and would go in a rut whenever someone else experienced either one of these phenomena - so I could experience all of these at once, as I was, on top of an estrus cycle that corresponds with my menstrual cycle. I would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if I didn’t remember that there are many other people who would go through heat, estrus and or mating season, meaning I would be triggered into a rut by these and could even be triggered just by using the Estrus quirk.

‘I blame Tokoyami’s mating season…!’ I groaned, ‘Then at least it would just be a heat, estrus and a mating season…’

I wanted to cry.

“I can’t take this any more.” I moaned, deciding quickly I needed to call the school and explain what was going on. I needed help with this; there must be someone with a similar quirk that they’ve known about. After all, I copied these things from someone else.

Much to my surprise, when I explained to the receptionist I needed to speak to Aizawa, I was passed to him relatively quickly.

“(L/N)-san.” he greeted, “Are you unwell?”

“Something like that.” I groaned, crossing my legs tightly, “I’m in a very… difficult situation and I need some guidance.”

“I can help you in class if you want?” he begged, “If you get here sooner we can discuss it before class.”

“I… I don’t know if I can come to class.” I basically whispered. Aizawa frowned at this on the other side of the line with concern.

“Should I be concerned, (L/N)-san?” I sighed.

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you tell me the problem first?” he begged, walking down the hallway to get away from people, realising quickly that this was a private conversation, “Then I can tailor my aid better.” I groaned.

“This is going to be super awkward, so I’m sorry.” I warned, earning a grunt which sent a painful zap towards my clit, making me flush, “I copied a quirk.”

“Uh-huh…” he nodded when I didn’t say anything else for a few seconds.

“It’s given me a clusterfuck of hormones.” I explained slowly, “I’m essentially experiencing a mating season, a heat and a rut simultaneously as well as an estrus cycle - they are different. And I’m a bit scared.”

“... I wasn’t expecting that.” he admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I assume you’re in halls?” I nodded.

“Yeah.” I laughed humorlessly, “I know, right? I only discovered this would happen today because it’s happening now.

“I didn’t think to look at the weaknesses when I copied the quirk. It just seemed so interesting I couldn’t pass it up. Even if I edit the quirks I can't get rid of what I'm experiencing right now.”

“Stay in the halls.” he confirmed, “I’ll do some research and see what strings I can pull. You won’t be the first to experience either one of those things and I doubt you’ll be the last.

“For now, remain in your room. I’ll explain to the class that you’re having some… complications with your quirk and not to visit you.” he hummed, looking over at the watch on his wrist, “I’ll try to contact you by the end of the day and recommend you stockpile some food whilst the others are gone.” I nodded.

“Thanks sensei. I appreciate it.” he nodded.

“I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe.”

“You, too.”

And just like that I breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down, hand drifting down to my painfully empty holes and clit, only to come away with heavy slick dripping from my fingers. I groaned, pulling my head into a pillow and screaming for a few minutes before going back to playing with myself, unable to hold on for much longer without some kind of stimulation.

"Do you think you'll surpass All Might?" Iida begged Midoriya as Uraraka, Shinsou and Todoroki walked beside them, "You do have very similar quirks."

"Although Midoriya has other abilities unlike All Might." Uraraka pointed out, "Like Black Whip!" Midoriya began to flush at this and began to protest when Todoroki looked over at him.

"He has the strength for it." Todoroki agreed, smirking, "But he has me to contend with."

Shinsou snorted.

"And Bakugou." Iida noted as Midoriya nodded.

"We're a formidable class." He concurred as each teen entered the classroom. Immediately Iida and Shinsou went to their desks but the rest hung out in the back by Todoroki.

"Man, I wonder what I'm gonna have for lunch today!" Uraraka cheered. Midoriya laughed and nodded.

"I'm going to have sukiyaki." Todoroki smiled, "We deserve a treat after the sports festival." Midoriya nodded in agreement.

"Everyone did so well this round. Especially you, Todoroki." Todoroki nodded, humming in agreement.

“Good morning, students.” Aizawa greeted, catching everyone off guard, Uraraka and Midoriya running to their seats as soon as he entered the room.

“You’re here early, sir?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, raising her arm. Aizawa nodded.

“I have an announcement.” he confirmed, “As you know, Tokoyami is still off. However (L/N)-san is having some complications with her quirk.

“As a result it would be wise for you all to leave her be in her room and don’t communicate with her until it resolves. It’s likely to last for at least a week.”

“So we won’t see her at all?” Ashido begged, earning the shake of a head.

“But what about food?” Hagakure begged, “(L/N)-san eats a lot.” Aizawa removed some of his hair from his face, thinking about the response, before answering.

“We might need to ask one of you to deliver the food to her door.” he concluded with distaste, “It’s not ideal but it’s imperative that all of you leave her alone. It might be best to have one of the girls to deliver the meals…” he sighed, fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Although that might not help.”

“Is she well?” Uraraka begged, concerned. Aizawa nodded.

“She’s not sick. It’s just something related to her quirk.”

“Why do they have to be female?” Iida begged, raising his arm. Aizawa groaned.

“It’s not necessary. But it would be best that all the men stay away from her door.”

“Why?” Kirishima begged, “What would require only the men to stay away?”

“Is it the same reason as Tokoyami?” Asui begged, raising her hand before Aizawa could respond. He sighed.

“Wait, why is Tokoyami away?” Midoriya begged her way.

“Mating season.” Asui noted casually with a shrug.

"Oh hell yeah!" Mineta cheered, causing Sero to cringe.

"You are banned from that floor, Mineta." Aizawa warned, his hair flying all over the place as he glared, earning a gulp from the boy. His words caused everyone to turn back to Aizawa, who was rubbing his temples.

“It’s a private matter. That’s all you need to know.” Bakugou raised a brow at this.

“So who’s gonna feed her?” he begged with a glare. Immediately everyone turned to Bakugou, causing his brow to twitch violently, “Why me?!”

“You love cooking.” Todoroki stated as though it were obvious. Shinsou snorted and Bakugou ‘tched’ and looked away sharply, glaring ahead of him as Aizawa looked at his watch again before divulging into the remaining announcements. Midoriya immediately blanked them as the typhoon of his thoughts swallowed his attention entirely.

Immediately his brain had many thoughts about what to do. He thought about anything and everything from getting a doctor to someone who could control quirks - all things that were, really, out of his hands. But it wasn’t long before his mind slipped into dirtier methods, something he wanted to shut down but ended up indulging in for longer than he should have considering he needed to focus on English class.

(L/N) was the only person to refer to Midoriya by a different nickname - Zuzu, based on his first name. He felt close to her for it, but it helped that the pair spent a lot of time together be it studying, training or even just going on cute outings. She was always there whenever he was troubled and he'd been there for her own struggles and major life events. Hell if either was sick, the other was there to take care of them.

They were there for each other. And now he felt useless to her other than taking advantage of her in this situation. And he couldn't do that to her. Especially given he'd fallen for the girl hard.

So he sat there, sinking in his turmoil as class continued, wondering what the poor girl was doing and how she was coping.

I waited and waited until I knew the coast was clear. The only other person would’ve been Tokoyami two floors below, but he was staying at home, so for the first time I was on my own in the halls. Despite this, I was nervous to leave the safety of my nest to the point that I waited for far longer than I needed to.

It just didn’t feel right.

Opening the door I went to walk forward, but found myself freezing in the spot at all the scents.

“Oh… my god.” I reeled, gulping.

It took me a good few minutes just standing there in order to get used to all the smells. Some were pleasant, some were repulsive.

But others were tasty.

‘The strongest scent is…’ I realised quickly, mouth watering, ‘Bakugou’s…’

My scent-clouded mind wasn’t so surprised by this reveal. Bakugou smells like burnt caramel normally, so it’d make sense that I’d be attracted to it. It really was a no-brainer, even if I longed not to be attracted to the interesting scent, just glad that he wasn't here to witness this. It's not like I was actually interested in him beyond his tantalising smell.

The scent that I wasn't expecting to be drawn to, however, was that of Shinsou's. It was soft and tantalising. Like a comfortable cloud. It made me relax and feel like curling up and taking a nap despite my current circumstances.

Todoroki's was interesting as well. Minty and almost spicy, but it didn't hold the same weight as another more tasty scent that had me almost falling out of my door the closer I got to Uraraka's bedroom.

‘It’s almost spicy to the senses.’ I mused, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me.

Again, it didn’t surprise me that I felt myself drifting his way. Todoroki was very attractive and we'd started to hang out since he became part of Midoriya's group of friends. But that was really as far as it went. His scent, though fascinating, was no more interesting to me than, say, Kirishima's.

No, the scent that really caught my attention was that of Midoriya himself. It was sweet and sharp at the same time and held my interest to the point of making my mouth water.

I smelt around with a bit more calm, ears twitching as I kept a listen out for anyone or anything. Other scents were interesting, like, as I mentioned, Kirishima, Jiro and Ashido’s. But throughout all of it I kept coming back to Midoriya's scent, although there was less of it.

I had to slap myself to stop myself from following Midoriya's scent and instead made a beeline for the kitchen and raided my pantry, grabbing every snack and unspoilable food I could before running back to my room. I was as quick as I could feasibly be. But as I went to close the door, I found myself peeking outside and down the hallway towards the elevator.

I shook my head.

‘I can’t go sneaking in his room.’ I scolded myself as my Omega whined at me, begging to investigate. I shook my head again as I felt my thighs clench and almost whined myself.

“No. I can’t.” But I didn’t move away from the door.

‘... Ugh why does he have to smell like that?!’ I cursed, looking back down the hall. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was sneaking towards the elevator, as though I were about to be caught at any moment. I could feel Aizawa scolding me, but of course it never came since he was in class with everyone else.

I took the elevator up a floor and snuck my way towards the tantalising scent, overwhelmed by the strength of his stench.

‘This would be so amoral of me…’

Despite knowing this, I found myself grasping the doorknob. I cringed at the squeak as the door opened, but I was quickly blindsided by the absolute raw stench of his scent and felt my Omega trill in happiness.

From there I had zero control of myself as I entered his room, sniffing deeply as I attempted to fill my entire lungs with his scent.

Naturally, his bed smelt the strongest. And I couldn’t stop myself from lying on it and taking a deep breath of his pillow despite how neat and tidy everything was. With little effort I could fall asleep here and God did I want to.

However, I didn’t want to be caught by a cleaner or anything, so I regretfully removed myself from his bedding, cleaned it up a bit and skulked around his room with intrigue.

It was pretty busy and filled with all kinds of things, but I got the impression that it was organised. Organised chaos.

There were action figures, comic books and manga in their places along every surface available. He had posters and comic strips stuck to the walls and clothes over the floor, though mostly in the dirty hamper. His desk was littered with things, including his clean computer.

But everything was meticulously clean. Which was pretty impressive. Not a speck of dust in sight.

I couldn’t help rummaging through his things as though I were searching for something. But I was careful enough to put everything back exactly as I found it before eyeing the exit with disappointment.

‘I need to leave.’ I concluded, anxiously, ‘I need to get back to my room.’ despite feeling safe immersed in his scent. Regardless, I needed to get back and the need to hide was strong.

I couldn’t force myself to leave quickly. I eyed the bed and whined before eyeing his dirty clothing hamper with a dangerous thought in my mind.

‘I can’t.’ I argued as I looked inside, moving things around a bit as I took in his scent further, ‘He’d so notice if I took something of his.’

As if that was the only reason not to steal his clothing like some kind of smell-pervert.

‘Man I’ve really stooped to a new low.’ I concluded as I pawed at a shirt of his that smelt the strongest. Instincts told me I needed it for my nest and no matter how much I tried to rationalise, I found myself stealing the shirt and running back to my room to hide - from everyone and my shame.

I was grateful to Aizawa for warning off the rest of the class now that I’d committed a crime. But the way my Omega praised my decision left me feeling euphoric, especially as I snuggled the shirt and preened the den I’d created.

I spent most of my time preening, snuggling Midoriya's shirt and masterbating. It was a simple routine as I stored my snacks carefully as though I was creating a proper den to live in. And I supposed I was, given I’d be stuck here for the next however long it would be before I could go back to normal.

When I started to hear the whirl of the elevator and the sounds of people talking that was my first clue that school was over. My next clue was the knock at my door.

"Yo, (L/N)!" Sero beamed from behind the door, "Hope you're not feeling too bad! You know we're all here for you, right? Come out when you're ready and I'll take you out and fill you in on what you've missed!"

"Are you flirting with a door?" Kaminari snickered, making Sero flush.

"It's not like that, dude!"

I giggled at this.

"Hey, you two!" I raised a brow, hearing Idia's voice from down the hall, by the elevator, "What are you up to?!"

"Nothing man. Chill."

And just like that there were some footsteps and the interaction was over.

I felt myself swell with happiness even if I found myself growling at the intrusion. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back as they retreated from my door though. I found myself on edge, listening intently to everyone returning to their dorms or going elsewhere as I hid in my nest.

I had no idea how anxiety-inducing it would be now that everyone was back. But now I knew: it’s very anxiety-inducing.

I managed to fall asleep by burrowing myself with blankets and pillows. However I stirred when I sensed someone outside of my door, hearing light, tactile footsteps approaching with caution.

That’s when I realised it was Midoriya of all people.

I practically leaped out of my nest, thoroughly ruining it, and leaned across the door, taking in a deep breath of his scent. It was then I realised I smelt something else tasty and wondered if he’d made food for me.

My heart and Omega leapt at the thought.

“(L/N)-chan!” he knocked, “I’m leaving this food out here for you! Please eat as much as you can! If you can't don't worry! I'll be back to pick it up so you don't have to leave!”

'For me…?'

I had to claw at myself not to open the door and jump on him. Taking deep breaths I tried to focus on the smell of the food instead of the smell of Midoriya as I listened to his footsteps recede. And only when I was sure he’d retreated and that I was alone did I open the door and take the contents, eating quickly before leaving the bowl outside of the door as he had done.

This continued morning and evening for the next few days and sadly I wasn’t improving despite ordering new toys and other kinky tools to try and earn some relief. I was extremely grateful for Sero bringing them to me, oblivious to the contents, although I realised quickly he was hoping he'd get to see me when he knocked on the door. I heard him sit down outside of it as he began telling me about what I’d missed at school.

It was sweet of him.

"Anyway that's how we managed to get some beers and stuff. So the natural progression was to play games, right? So we started to play spin the bottle. You will not guess who Bakugou landed on!" I laughed, something he didn’t hear as I was hidden under the covers of my den, listening intently to his tales I wished I could be a part of.

I considered sitting by the door, but I was too desperate for a release, I worried I’d open it and ruin everything. And of all people, as wonderful as Sero is, my rational brain and Omega didn't want to have sex with him.

Only Midoriya would work. He was my prime Alpha.

So I didn’t and waited for him to leave before taking the box and abusing its contents.

By the time I had finished it was dinner time, and I basically sat glued to the door with blankets on me as I listened for Midoriya to arrive.

The strength of the symptoms seemed to wax instead of wane as time went on and I realised I was starting to really struggle when I heard his familiar footsteps coming towards the door. I breathed in greedily when I was greeted with his scent and moaned at the delicious smell, feeling myself until he paused at the door and knocked.

"Hey, (L/N)! I have more food for you if you’re hungry!” Midorya beamed through the door before pausing, “Unless you’re not then that’s okay, too! You can always have it later. Or never. I can get you something else if that would be better? Or-”

“Zuzu…?” I muttered, sticking my head out of my den to take in the fact that it was him at my door again. To my surprise, Midoriya seemed to hear me and put his head to the door.

“(L/N)...?” I nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Oh it’s good to hear your voice!” he smiled, “We’ve all been worrying. Kacchan made you something to eat if that’s okay?” I nodded but quickly realised he couldn't hear me.

“Sure. You can come in and put it down.”

“Uh…” he paused, “We aren’t supposed to disturb you…”

“You’re not disturbing me.”

“No! I mean I hope not of course but that’s not what I mean!” he babbled, “I just meant that Aizawa-sensei said to leave you alone and not enter your room and stuff, is all…” he added, scratching the back of his head, “B-but I don’t mind putting it down on your desk! Just promise not to tell Aizawa-sensei.” I grinned to myself.

“I promise.” I hummed, hiding in my den.

Deep down I was anxious. Midoriya was innocent enough that I knew he wouldn’t possibly catch onto my ulterior motives. Maybe I could indulge in his scent for just a bit, get him to touch some of my stuff so I could hoard it in my den. Maybe many things, but the reality was that I was going against my nature in pushing for something more, and that was a scary thing no matter how many hormones were going through me at that moment.

Midoriya seemed to be just as hesitant as he slowly opened the door with a click. Pausing at opening it just a crack, he peeked in to see everything was lit by a romantic glow of fairy lights, the curtains closed and the room covered in blankets and pillows. Anything comfortable, it was there - including plushies.

It was adorable really. How I’d amassed so much was actually impressive to him, given there were little signs of the hoard the last time he’d been in my room, which was literally the day before this whole thing started.

The squeak of the door sounded as he dared to push the door slightly further, enough he could slip in with the food in hand.

‘In, food on the table, then out.’ his anxious brain ordered him as he tried to distract himself from the smell of her cunt that wafted the room and went straight to his twitching cock. So doing as he was supposed to, he quickly, but carefully, entered and made his way to the desk to put the food down.

I felt myself purr as his scent wafted over to me. Getting his scent so close to me was euphoric. Enough to make me want to pounce on him.

I didn’t, but I did slink out of my den oh so quietly to get a closer taste.

“(F-F/N)...?” he squeaked, sensing my presence behind him. It was setting off his danger sense, which made him gulp.

I didn’t reply. I did, however, see him eye the only exit and, before he could move, I stood in front of the door, back turned to it.

At the sudden motion, Midoriya turned to see my figure there, hands gripping tightly onto either arm, enough to leave marks. I looked dazed and hungry, not to mention feverish and fucked up. If he didn’t see the wet patch of slick that had formed on my underwear, he would’ve sworn I was some kind of zombie ready to bite him.

“I-I think we should take you to a doctor…” he spoke quietly, arms out as I took a step forward, “Oh! Recovery Girl! That could work, right?” When I continued to pursue him, he backed up against the wall, but I continued towards him nonetheless, “You don’t want me, after all. I can’t help you!”

“Izuku.” I hummed, silencing the gulping boy with a finger to his lips. I smiled up at him before purring as I took in his scent, “You smell so good.” I exhaled before grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards me, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as I scent marked him and myself with each other’s scents.

Midoriya, however, became pink as he looked down at me in disbelief at what I was doing. This newfound understanding may not have made him any less anxious, but it did make him feel less like he was in danger.

With a shaky hand, he cupped my head and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.

“Shh it’s okay, (F/N).” he whispered into my ear, nuzzling me back, an innocent act that he had no way of knowing what it meant in that moment.

I, however, was melting in his embrace. The acceptance was palpable and made my heart swell and feel filled. And everything was totally fine…

… Until I wanted more.

I didn’t look up at Midoriya as my hands left his shirt and began to glide all over his torso. However, he paused his soothing action when my hands started to go down south and landed at his belt.

“Woah, (F/N)-chan! We can’t-”

“Please Izuku.” I begged, finally looking up at him for the first time. He could see my pupils were so dilated that he could barely see my iris and I was hot to the touch, face flushed a consistent shade of pink. I looked ill, really. But the reality was I was clouded by lust.

No matter his desires, he could not take advantage of the situation.

“You’re sick, (F/N).” I pouted.

“No I’m not…” I whined, “I just want you so badly.” I almost stomped my foot. No matter the truth, Midoriya was set in his resolve, so I tried a different tactic, “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“I don’t think a few days is that long, Love.” I groaned.

“Before whatever this quirk is.” I insisted, pulling him to me by the shirt and cupping his cheeks, forcing him to look me in the eyes, “I’ve wanted you since I met you… This isn’t new.”

“Wha…” he breathed, blinking his shock away. I smiled sadly up at him as the realisation that he’d missed this for two years came crashing down on him, “Seriously?” I nodded.

“Mhm.” I hummed, letting my hands fall from his face and slowly glide down his chest, lifting the fabric up when I reached the bottom so I could feel his washboard abs. I bit my lip.

“Do you feel the same?” I begged as I gently traced his abs before going higher to tease his nipples slightly, watching as they slowly became erect.

“I-I!” he breathed, brain going miles a minute as he processed the situation.

He had always been interested in the girl - something he wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself. He’d known from the moment we’d met at the Entrance Exam that I was someone special - and I was, to him. I’d become a dear friend and he knew he would always long for more.

But now that it was happening he wasn’t sure exactly what to say or do as his body failed him. So he did the only thing he could think of.

He kissed me.

It was short and sweet, but held promises of more. So when he pulled away and smiled down at me, I smiled back before pulling him in for another kiss as he wrapped his arms around my waist. The kiss turned sloppy very quickly, tongues battling each other for dominance, though I conceded with a moan, which hit him right in his dick.

Midoriya got more confident the longer the kissing session went on. As I explored his torso, he reached down to grab my ass, making me groan into the kiss again. Immediately I tweaked his nipples, causing him to gasp.

Tugging on his shirt, Midoriya got the idea quickly, but feigned ignorance. So when I growled, he chuckled.

“What? What is it, (F/N)?” he begged, pulling back with a small smirk on his lips. I pouted up at him, tugging on the shirt again. When I didn’t give a verbal reply, he continued to look at me with mock cluelessness and a smirk. I glared.

“Shirt. Off.” he cocked a brow.

“What’s the magic word?” I groaned.

“Please, Izuku.” with a chuckle, Midoriya took his shirt off and chucked it in a random direction before pulling me to him. I bit my lip as I ogled his torso for a moment before kissing up his abs and giving his nipple a short suckle, earning another gasp.

Any patience that Midoriya had snapped as he pulled me up and pushed me against the wall, making me squeak. He chuckled, locking me in, before pulling at my shirt. Watching him the entire time, I let him take off my shirt and without a second thought he dived for my neck, nipping and sucking until he found the right spot. Once he did he abused it, going as far as to bite me as well as lick up my neck. It made me shudder and clench my thighs, especially as he got lower and lower, latching onto my breast and immediately bruising it with his mouth, making me yelp.

"Sorry Dear. Just need to make sure the marks stay." He hummed innocently as he took my nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, making me moan. Happy with the response, he continued his ministrations before getting off with a pop and going for the other one while I tugged on his hair and scratched his back. All whilst simultaneously pawing at his belt buckle. When I heard the jingle of it, I realised he undid it with one hand and purred.

Kissing down my stomach, Midoriya moaned when he reached my underwear and could smell me, taking in a deep breath. I bit my lip when he peeled it off, delicately, slick sticking to my thighs as he did. Once they fell I kicked them off and he spread my legs and grabbed my thighs harshly before taking a tentative lick. Immediately he moaned and I felt my legs quiver as soon as he dived in and ravaged my cunt, making me melt on his face.

“I-Izuku!” I gasped, gripping his hair tightly as he slurped, taking in all of my slick before diving in further trying to collect more of it in his mouth. Only when he was satisfied did he focus on my clit, swirling it in his mouth and sucking it harshly. It made me squeak and yelp a few times, but it felt so good.

It wasn’t long before I was cumming on his tongue, hard, causing me to squeeze my thighs around his head despite his iron grip keeping them apart. I heard a few groans as he lapped up my fluids before he removed himself from between my legs and smiled up at me.

“Better?”

When I nodded, panting, he chuckled and stood up, grabbing my hands and pulling me over to the bed. Immediately I began to kiss him again, tasting myself on his tongue, before I fell on the bed. At that moment his pants fell down and I got a good look at him; my mouth watered at the sight.

“On your front.” I blinked up at him, but did as requested, sticking my butt up in the air. However, to my surprise, he pushed me down so I was lying flat on my front and climbed on top of me. I looked over at him but paused as he began to kiss up and down my neck, relaxing my body and moving to expose more of my neck to him.

“You’re so good for me.” he muttered into my neck, “Such a good girl.”

He lowered himself onto me, which was when I felt his cock press against me. I moaned in anticipation, squirming to try and get some friction. However he put more of his weight on me, holding me in place.

“So impatient.” he chuckled, nipping my shoulder, “We have all the time in the world, Dear.”

My breath fluttered when he rocked his hips forward, pressing against my clit and teasing me successfully. I groaned when he continued to tease me, occasionally letting the tip enter me, but never pushing further than that.

“Izuku, please!”

“Please what?” he begged with mock cluelessness, continuing to bite and suck at my delicate flesh, “You need to tell me what you want.”

“I need you to fuck me. Please, Alpha!” Midoriya was slightly surprised at my bluntness, but was pleased. Without words, he slowly entered me, taking his sweet time as he stretched me out; he didn’t want to hurt me, after all. But his control slipped slightly when most of him entered, bucking his hip before it was engulfed down to the hilt. He paused there for a moment, also adjusting to the tightness, causing him to hiss, biting my on the shoulder making me yelp and trill. Only when he was prepared did he begin to pull out again.

"So full…!"

It was slow and sensual, the pace he chose. Slowly he pumped in and out of me, wrapping his arms around my body for better leverage so he could get as deep as possible. He noticed that I moaned like a sinner when he snapped his hips harshly against me, so he did just that at the end of each thrust. It was killer, especially when he hit just the right spot-

“There!” I panted, “There, Izuku! Please! That feels so good!”

If there was one thing Midoriya knew what to do, it was listen. So he immediately angled his hips to hit the same spot, over and over again until it felt abused. It was only when my moans picked up that he began to slow his pace to a painstaking rock. I was beginning to get overstimulated from his slow thrusts, earning my whines.

“What is it, darling?” he begged innocently.

“F-faster. Please, Izuku…!”

“You want it faster?” he questioned in the same tone. When I went to wiggle my butt, he put more of his body weight across me, pinning me in place until I gave a response. So I nodded fervently, “Use your words.”

“P-Please! M-more-!”

Suddenly Izuku pulled out and slammed his hips down into mine, bullying my insides as he set a rapid pace. Midoriya was grateful for his training in this moment as it gave him such excellent stamina - after all, I did beg. I deserved to be fucked into the bed, right?

“Yes! Izuku! S-so good!” I praised, which only encouraged him more, every word making his cock twitch inside me.

Midoriya continued to pound into me, encouraging me to close my legs just enough that it would apply more pressure to his hard cock. It was enough to make a few groans slip past his lips, which only made my cunt twitch more.

“So good…” he panted, “Doing so well, Love.”

“F-fuck.” I whined, “You fuck me so good, Izuku. Don’t stop! Please!”

Midoriya moaned in my ear at the praise, picking up his pace and forcing me to howl in pleasure. My orgasm was approaching quickly at this pace, and I found myself almost crying from the sensation.

“I-I’m close!”

“Cum for me, baby.” he whispered harshly, “Cum on my cock.”

As if he commanded it, I immediately began spasming around him, cuming hard. However, Midoriya didn’t stop - if anything, he picked up the pace. Immediately I whined, grabbing ahold of the bedsheets that were once a den and now a mess.

I wasn’t complaining.

“Better?” he huffed, keeping up the rapid pace he’d set as I nodded, unable to say anything but moans, “Good. You’re gonna do it again for me, okay, love? You can do that, can’t you?” Again, I nodded.

“Yes Alpha!”

Midoriya pulled me impossibly closer, angling himself just right when he heard my moans pick up at him hitting that spot even better. I was beginning to see stars and it wasn’t long before I was reaching my next orgasm. And from the way Midoriya was beginning to huff into the nape of my neck I was sure he was getting close, too.

"Izuku!"

At my cries, Izuku grunted, biting down on the nape of my neck before pulling out. Feeling something warm on my ass I realised quickly that he came on me, but I was too euphoric from being marked that I hardly cared.

"(F/N)..." He moaned into my ear as he unlatched before lying on top of me. I purred at his closeness and nuzzled my head against his, earning a breathy chuckle.

"So good to me, Alpha." I hummed.

"Anything for you, Darling."

After a while of snuggling Midoriya pulled away. However when I went to move he pushed me back down onto my front.

"Don't move."

Confused, I did as requested and watched as he made his way to the bathroom before coming back with a warm washcloth a few minutes later. I noticed his stomach wasn't clean and realised quickly that the washcloth was for me and not him when he came over.

I churred when he began to gently clean my lower back and ass of his cum. Only when he was done did he look down at himself. However I paused his motion and smirked up at him.

"I'll help."

Pushing him down I began to lick up his stomach, earning a groan.

"You're gonna make me hard again, Baby." He muttered with hazy eyes. I smirked at this.

"What's stopping you?"

Izuku seemed to contemplate this for a moment before shoving me over carefully.

"Good question." He chuckled, "I'm going to ravish you." I bit my lip.

"Thank you, Alpha."

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Quirkless Omega Deku x Alpha Baku

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content … pls read tags.

Art not mine - credit to @insinirate

Note: if you read any of these stories and like them, please leave a kudos and/or comment for author!

A Mate’s Worth by GreyLiliy

Summary: Katsuki came to the Omega Shelter as Kirishima’s moral support. He wasn’t looking for a mate nor licensed to claim a mate from there. It should have been a quick, boring trip. But then he ran into Deku—someone he hadn’t seen in close to eight years—in that same Shelter for Abused Omega. Walking away alone had never been an option.

Complete | 36 Chapters

Rated - Mature

Can't Control Myself Around You by @mirachadoodles

Summary: Katsuki is on a rescue mission when an unfamiliar scent pierces the chaos. He obsessively searches for the source.

Complete | 10 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

if you can't find the morning light, i'm here tonight by yabakuboi

Summary: Katsuki was never sure what happened to his childhood friend, quirkless Izuku who had presented as an omega and was whisked away to a traditional matchmaking house. Katsuki never saw him again after that, and tried to convince himself it was for the best. Many lonely years pass before he finds Izuku in the last place he ever wanted to, in the middle of a battlefield with a child clutching to his shirt.

{One Shot}

Rated - Mature

Instinct to Protect by DNLX

Summary: Katsuki Bakugo feels the inexplicable urge to protect a young victim of the omegan sex trade, someone who reminds him so much of Deku. But Deku is dead, he has been for years. Katsuki needs to stop remembering the past and focus on Isami, the omega he decided to basically adopt.

Complete | 30 Chapters

Rated - Mature

Always Yours by Gemsom

Summary: Bakugou’s life had always been tied to Midoriya’s. He fought it every step of the way, but he is so tired of fighting. After a villain attack takes Bakugou uncomfortably close to Midoriya’s new apartment, he’s decided that he’s had enough.

Staying away from Deku isn’t keeping him safe, and the sweet siren call of his scent is too strong to ignore.

Complete | 6 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

Mating Dance by AestheticAcoustic

Summary: Pro-Hero Ground Zero just broke into the top ten. To celebrate, his friends drag him to a strip club. There, he spies a familiar face working the pole, and working it beautifully. It's Izuku, who he hasn't seen since slamming the door in his face in middle school. Katsuki's greatest regret was always that day. Maybe now he can apologize and make-up for it.

Complete | 11 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

Yoga Moves by SassyYah

Summary: As part of his therapy, Katsuki attends a yoga class and meets the only omega to ever catch his interest. The green-eyed omega, Izuku, demonstrates how to use some of the props and Katsuki decides he needs to see more of this hot dork. Izuku is surprised to have hero Dynamight in his class but is even more surprised by what Dynamight says to him.

Incomplete | 24/? Chapters

Rated - Explicit

My Idol by MissLorali

Summary: Pro Hero Katsuki, a secret super fan of Idol Deku, gets the chance to meet the omega of his dreams after saving him from a villain attack.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Take my freaking bento! by MiraChaDoodles

Summary: In which quirkless omega Midoriya Izuku unknowingly asks Bakugou Katsuki to court him.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

When We Meet Again by RohanBerry

Summary: It's been years since Izuku has seen Kacchan, but one chance encounter leads to texting, which leads to calls, which leads to a date, which leads to some rather nasty online comments. Thankfully, Kacchan is around to make sure Izuku knows his worth.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

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A Week of My Enigma - Puppies and Kits

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia

Rating: T

Genre: Gen/Fluff

AN: A week of Enigma Bakugou prompt fills. A direct follow up to 'Bitching.'

Words: 1922

Shoto would freely admit that, when Hanta had walked out leading the giant wolf hybrid that had claimed his precious Izuku, he had been skeptical.

Skeptical that they would actually get along well, despite the bond, if their way of greeting each other was to immediately start fighting, the beast growling and snarling and Izuku making noises Shoto, in all the years he’d had him, had never heard before. It’d been a week since he’d come to take Izuku home, the bitching process complete, and perhaps the connection the two had felt from the hormones and the heat had been just that, a temporary link brought on to breed, nothing more. Nothing like the life-long bonds he had done so much research into, that Hanta had told him so much about, partners in life for as long as at least one remained alive. It seemed more like they were about to tear each other apart, biting and scratching and trying to maul each other, nothing like he’d imagined.

He’d almost interfered, had pulled out the bottle of hybrid mace he’d brought just in case, only for Hanta to grab him, pulling him into a hug, stealing the mace and using his unfairly long limbs to hold it above him. “Chill, babe,” he’d chuckled, ignoring the dual-tone glare sent his way. “They’re just playing. Look closer: none of Bakugou’s bites are breaking skin, and Izuku’s got his claws sheathed. Give it a minute, they won’t hurt each other.”

It’d been almost annoying that Hanta turned out to be right, the two of them slowly calming down, growls and snarls turning into croons and stuttering purrs as the wolf finally pinned Izuku, the teeth he’d had half closed over his throat turning into a tongue bath over his neck, his chest, up to cover Izuku’s scrunched face. Even disgusted, now struggling against the wolf in an attempt to escape the forced grooming, it was clear Izuku was happier than he had been the week since Shoto had taken him home. Taken him home, cleaned off the last of the mess Hanta hadn’t been able to, a nice bath that had scrubbed off the last of the weird musk clinging to him, only to be met with a mess of a pet. While the previous alpha Izuku had been destructive, a bouncing mess that left paw prints the size of a fist in his walls, at least he’d smiled. Been happy and affectionate, cuddling in his lap and sneaking into bed between him and Hanta. But the new omega Izuku, after that bath, had been despondent, barely eating, only perking up earlier today when he’d mentioned going to the research facility.

Now, though, that previous smile was back, the same one that had gotten Shoto through the end of high school, through college and taking over his father’s business, only this time focused on someone else.

He wasn’t jealous. Just, Izuku was his baby; he’d raised him since he was a kit after his mother had left with her own rabbit Inko, forcing her to leave him behind, and there was a part of him that saw Izuku as the closest thing he’d actually get to having a child. He wasn’t jealous; he was protective. But if that wolf could bring out Izuku’s smile, he’d at least give him a chance.

He’d still been skeptical, though, over whether or not the wolf could get used to life outside of the research facility. He’d been born there, the only enigma born in captivity, and part of the reason why Shoto was allowed to take him was because of the bond and because of Hanta - if it wasn’t for them wanting to research what the enigma would do with a mate in the “wild,” and Hanta’s ability as a researcher to properly document everything, there would have been no way this would have worked. Otherwise, Shoto was sure he would have been stuck in a very long legal battle to keep them from taking Izuku, something he would have refused to let happen.

Thankfully, his property had been deemed good enough, and without any issues, once Izuku had been thoroughly groomed and once again stunk of that weird musk, the four of them had loaded up into his car to go home. He’d been surprised the wolf actually knew what a car was, that they arrived without the interior torn apart in a frenzy, but thankful, at least, that they all got there in one piece.

The house, on the other hand, took a while to get to that same point.

Whether it was the lack of things that smelled like him or the smell of the number of people coming in and out to fix what Izuku had initially broken, Shoto couldn’t be sure. Either way, the first few weeks were rough, dodging piss markings on the wall he made Hanta clean up and bite marks very much aimed to land, unlike the ones he directed towards Izuku when they play-fought. Outside the yard had been dug up, his perfectly maintained grass and flowers torn apart and turned into a field of destruction, some of Izuku’s obstacle courses caught in the crossfire. Another thing he made Hanta fix, considering the entire reason he had Izuki bitched in the first place was to reduce the amount of property damage, not just give it another form.

“Bakubro just needs some time to settle in,” Hanta had promised, wiping away the sweat from his forehead and leaving behind a smear of dirt instead. “Once he does, it’ll be great, I promise. And yes, I’ll replace your peonies.”

Again, Hanta had been right. It took a few weeks, a few long conversations that Katsuki looked like he was ignoring, refusing to look at them or write on the pad of paper they’d provided him with, but soon enough it all seemed to pass. The scent markings were minimal, he and Izuku kept their weird, destructive play-fights that more often than not ended in something that led to Shoto being glad there were so many large bushes he couldn’t see the other side of outside, and he even cooled down towards the humans. Still growled whenever someone got too close to him, baring his teeth whenever someone refused to back down, but he tolerated them. Shoto could get his bunny cuddles once again without fearing the wolf would kill him in his sleep, even if his glare wanted to promise some kind of bodily harm. More bark than bite, Shoto was learning; still dangerous, but approachable, if you knew how.

Still, though, Shoto had been skeptical that the enigma wolf hybrid would be able to be a good mate and sire. When Izuku’s stomach had started to swell, his diet leaning more towards the human foods Shoto only gave as treats, demanding nothing else but the carrot cakes and pancakes and crepes, Hanta had been able to confirm that the first heat a month ago had taken. Couldn’t tell if they were pups or kits or something else yet, just that Izuku was pregnant, and Shoto was going to be a granddad. But would Katsuki be a good sire?

Hanta didn’t need to say anything for Katsuki to prove Shoto wrong. It was strange, seeing the wolf visibly soften when they told him the news, tail wagging fast enough to knock a cup from the end table he’d been standing near. He’d never seen even an alpha on their knees before, but the enigma had been happy to fall to them before Izuku, his face pressing hard against the slight swell of his belly, clawed hands bunching the shirt they’d dressed Izuku in before leaving the house to use it to draw him closer.

It was a profoundly private moment, yet still part of Shoto wished he could understand whatever language the hybrids spoke, could know what the little chirps and croons and purrs that passed between the two meant. Perhaps for the best he couldn’t, though, if the blush that soon enough spread across both hybrid’s faces, accompanied by Bakugou’s smirk, gave him an idea.

He continued to prove himself as Izuku’s stomach continued to grow, Hanta’s best guess that they had another two months to set everything up getting them all in gear. Buying supplies, organizing it all, setting up the nursery and nest over and over and over until Izuku was finally happy with the result. Not once did the enigma falter, following every demand and order given, even going out of his way and following some level of instincts they didn’t know to comfort Izuku, readying their home for the first addition to their family.

An addition that came sooner than they expected, Katsuki guarding the closet door where Izuku had made his makeshift nest, Hanta trying to talk some sense into the wolf hybrid that they were there to help, there was no danger, all they had to do was make sure he and their children were ok. Whether or not they were understood, or if the distressed sounds and smells coming from behind him overran any and everything Hanta was trying to do, Shoto wasn’t sure. All he knew was that Katsuki was scared, was defending his mate, and needed help. Help the enigma never asked for, had never asked for in the short amount of time they’d known each other, but help he had to accept.

“Bakugou,” he said softly, hands out, showing there was nothing he could do to harm them. “I love him too. Let us help him.”

A long moment, Katsuki leaning forward, his teeth closing over Shoto’s wrist, sharp and dangerous and promising an injury he wouldn’t be able to recover from. Only for Katsuki to release him a moment later, moving to the side with a whine, letting them pass.

Shoto almost cried when, a few hours later, Hanta handed him the first kit, small and blond and blind, little rabbit legs kicking out while its human-like hands tried to rub at its face. The little thing squalled in his arms as he carefully wiped away from the mess, freeing its floppy ears from the gunk that had kept them plastered to its skin, the worst of it gone before he handed it over to the impatiently waiting Katsuki to finish grooming. A process repeated not too long later, the tiny little green wolf quieter than their sibling, though their eyes open and red and blinking sleeping up at him, a sight that did make him sob when he had to turn them over.

Any skepticism Shoto might have had left against Bakugou was gone by the time the wolf grabbed him, chuffed him on the forehead with his chin (scenting you, a little voice that reminded him of Hanta supplied, marking you as pack) and settled him on the other side of Izuku, letting him stare down at his grandchildren. Not in blood or species, but the closest thing to a family he had, now a little bit bigger.

So if asked, Shoto would say he had been suspicious, yes, but thankfully his now husband had reassured him many times that the enigma could be trusted, and the wolf had proved himself over and over again. Two things Shoto was glad for, his house full of furry little grandchildren, something he was more than happy with.

Something Izuku and Katsuki were grateful for too, curled up in their nest, fulfilling their promises of keeping each other forever.

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