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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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Are You Not Entertained?

Aggression.

Potent Alpha.

Arousal.

It's all you could smell in the air. It's all you will smell in the air for weeks to come.

Why?

It's the annual mating fights. A big event in the little village that called to alphas all over the map.

Alphas loved to fight and posture other alphas all to impress a mate. So why not make them do it and entertain the entire village? While also proving their worth to their omega. So alphas lined up around this time of year, presented courting gifts to their chosen omega and prepared to fight other suitors.

The fights worked in a bracket kind of way. The winner of each fight would move forward and the last alpha would get to truly prove their worth.

By fighting their chosen omega.

That was the /real/ entertainment. The /real/ fight. It was no secret that omegas are strong and can handle themselves. There is a big difference between needing an alpha and wanting one.

Omegas /wanted/ alphas, didn't /need/ them.

It's why alphas had to prove themselves. Omegas don't want any ol alpha that smelled good or looked good. Alphas had to be strong, had be able to protect and provide.

Alphas have to fight their chosen omega to prove that they could do all that.

The idea wasn't to deal damage to your chosen one. The idea was to pin them, pinning them down meant the alphas won the right to mate and claim their omega.

Don't be fooled. Alphas never have it that easy.

- - -

Each omega in the village is given a week for the suitors to fight it out. The village had entertainment for a whole month and sometimes two depending on how many participants each omega has that year.

This week is Izuku's. The most sought after omega in the village.

Almost all the alphas in the village have had fought for Izuku in the mating fights. Only to have their asses handed to them by other alphas or Izuku, himself. They had half a mind to set their sights on someone else but others... well they weren't so bright.

Like Mineta.

Poor little alpha got himself flung into the concrete wall of the coliseum.

He tried every year, just to be the first one out for the count.

Even alphas from around the country would come and try their hand to win Izuku over and fail. Izuku takes pride in beating alphas, Izuku loves the victory of shoving a prideful alpha down. But in recent years he has become bored, all these courting gifts every year, all these alphas and /none/ of them were strong enough for him.

Izuku wants the best and all he gets is mediocre.

So Izuku sat bored in his little viewing section as the redhead alpha by the name of Eijirou was fighting. Eijirou is a foreigner brought to the village as most non-native alphas are. With the promise of fights and alpha posturing for a mate. He brought Izuku a fine courting gift; a wrist cuff made from the finest metals, in the middle a red gem that matched his eyes and a bunch of green ones around like scales on a dragon. He gave it with a promise to win all his fights and Izuku's heart.

Izuku told him to prove it and the male showed promise. He was big, burly and beast when he fought.

Izuku is /itching/ to fight him.

Maybe finally he'd settle down.

Izuku sat up properly as the crowd screamed, as Eijirou delivered a bone crushing hit on his final opponent. The other alpha was knocked out and Eijirou stood victorious.

Wide grin, arms wide open. They made eye contact as Izuku slowly rose from his seat.

He was getting that tingly feeling he got before a promising fight. It wasn't as strong as his first few years of mating fights but it was something.

Izuku made his way to the pit of the coliseum. Eijirou's courting gift on his wrist, It was customary to give omegas wearable gifts so they could wear it during their fight.

Give alphas incentive to win and give omegas pride, if and when their alpha won.

It was also customary for omegas to return said gifts to the alphas when they lose. A token of sorts, saying you did your best and your efforts are appreciated.

"Now. Time to truly prove your worth alpha" Izuku says as he enters the pit.

Eijirou turns slowly slightly confused. "Are we going to" his face became as red as his hair "... here?"

The pit smells of blood and aggression. But Izuku could make out orange-tang like scent that was wafting off Eijirou.

"Silly Alpha" Izuku says as he circled Eijirou taking in the fact the big alpha had only taken minimal damage in his fights.

That was so /good/. It meant the alpha was strong. Izuku could feel himself slick up a little.

"You have to fight me now" Izuku says

"W-what?"

The alpha looked shocked and Izuku tilted his head.

"Do you not understand?" Izuku questions "you only win. If you pin /me/ down. If you /entertain me/"

Eijirou's eyebrow furrowed for a moment before realization settled on his face and Izuku got into a fighting stance. His body buzzing with excitement to fight such a powerful alpha.

Then Eijirou dropped to his knees, head bowed.

"What are you doin?" Izuku hisses eyes scanning the crowd.

They were murmuring. Alphas didn't do this. They weren't supposed to do this.

"Im so sorry" the alpha says looking up at Izuku "But it's unmanly to fight omegas where im from"

Izuku stood straight, eyes wide with rage.

"I am submitting to you" Eijirou says, head bowed again.

Izuku snarls and rips off the wrist cuff, chucking it at Eijirou's feet.

"You. Are. Too. Weak. For me" Izuku says, his tone of voice causing the alpha to whimper and flinch.

Izuku left the pit, feeling angry. Feeling frustrated but most of all embarrassed. He has never had an alpha submit under the notion that they wouldnt fight him because it was "unmanly" what the fuck is that?

Alphas usually submitted because they thought Izuku /liked/ that.

Izuku snarls as he makes it back to the viewing booth. The first day of his week was a total bust.

Total disappointment.

- - -

The second day Izuku didn't have much luck either the alphas who made it to final rounds knocked eachother out at the same time.

Ties were not allowed, they'd have to try again the next day if they wanted too.

The third day was just as boring. What was wrong with these alphas? How could they offer Izuku such pretty gifts and fail??

Was he not worth all the fighting they were doing?

Didn't they want him?

The fourth day got a little more interesting... the purple haired alpha... Hitoshi that's what Izuku thinks his name is /really/ surprised Izuku.

The purple haired alpha was tall, lanky and skinny. He was toned of course but Izuku didn't think he'd have a chance. Handed him a courting gift that sparkled in the sun because of how it was bejeweled, a pretty dangle necklace. Hitoshi gave it to Izuku the last day before the mating fights began. High blush on cheeks and he barely made eye contact with Izuku.

As far as Izuku knew for as long Hitoshi had been in the village this was the first time he was participating in the mating fights.

Hitoshi won the chance to fight Izuku.

The alpha was all types of beat up but it proved he could hold his own. Izuku really didnt get that tingle, the fight didn't seem so promising as he entered the pit to fight the alpha.

Hitoshi was heaving for breath, his body bruised and beaten. Izuku would have offered him a way out, but it was the feral look in his eyes that made Izuku charge him.

The fight was over before it really started. Hitoshi's body was too exhausted to actually fight against Izuku's first charge at him. Toppled to the dirt floor like a statue, and then he couldn't get back up. Even when Izuku pressed his bare foot to the side of his head and demanded the alpha get up.

"I cant" Hitoshi wheezed, ashamed.

Izuku clicked his tongue, pulled the necklace off and dropped it on the alphas chest.

"You surprised me." Was all Izuku said to him.

Fifth day was a bit more interesting, Shoto was an Alpha that had randomly turned up in the village earlier in the year. Handsome one too, the omegas in the village had the hots for him but he didn't seem interested. He wasn't interested in anyone or anything.

Stoic that one.

So yeah, Izuku was shocked when the two toned alpha handed him a silver arm cuff with his family crest on it. Oh the jealousy that came off the other omegas made Izuku smug.

When Shoto entered the pit on the fifth day, Izuku was curious. He never saw the alpha workout or spar or anything really. He wondered how he would fare.

Shoto fared quite well, Izuku tingled a little watching him fight. The tall Alpha was just taking down his opponents like they weren't worth anything. In fact Shoto looked bored as he fought them, like he /needed/ a challenge.

Izuku could be his challenge.

Izuku wanted to fight him so /bad/.

Shoto won. He stood unbothered, arms crossed, foot digging into his opponent.

"You already knocked out?" Shoto questioned

It made Izuku laugh as he entered the pit.

"You seem bored" Izuku said to the alpha

"I suppose fighting you will be more entertaining?"

Izuku smirked "Id hope so alpha"

The fight was getting good, Izuku had Shoto in a leg lock. His thick thighs wrapped tightly around the alpha's neck. Shoto managed to sneak a hand in there to try and pry the omega off but was truly struggling.

It was making Izuku hot, he was slicking up and he knew the alpha could smell it. So when the alpha tapped out, Izuku had become dryer than a desert.

He released the alpha with a suck of his teeth. Stood up, dusted himself off and pulled off the arm cuff. Dropping it beside the alpha.

He didn't even check on the alpha as he coughed and held his neck. He just walked out the arena.

Tapping out meant the alpha would take that lost.

Tapping out meant he was /weak./

Izuku was thoroughly disappointed /again/.

The sixth day was just as boring as the second and third. Izuku was truly losing hope, these alphas weren't worth his time. They weren't worth his affections.

How sad. Maybe he should leave the village? Maybe he can find a worthy alpha then.

The last day of his week rolled around and he wasn't even paying attention anymore. Popping grapes into his mouth, slouched lazily in his seat.

He glares at his gifts.

Worthless he thinks. All the gifts are worthless.

"ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?" The current alpha in the pit yelled.

Izuku slid a look toward the pit and it was an ash blonde alpha, a foreigner much like Eijirou. He was staring right at Izuku, one foot shoving his opponent down, scowl aimed at Izuku.

He wasn't entertained. So Izuku shot the alpha with a look of boredom and turned his whole head away from the show.

The alpha roared in annoyance and socked the other alpha dead in the nose.

Broke it.

The alpha took great offense and made a show of it by being /loud/ and /more/ violent. Izuku had angered the alpha with his dismissal, and the blonde alpha was a /monster/ in the pit.

He was taking down his opponents as if they were mere flies. And after every take down he would look to see if Izuku was watching.

Izuku /was/. He couldn't look away.

The alpha was large, scarred. He wore a necklace with teeth of what was clearly a kill and colorful beads. His muscles bulged when he moved. And the more he fought the more excited he got.

"COME ON! BRING ON ANOTHER" The blonde yells as the other knocked out alpha was dragged from the pit.

The blonde has this wild crazy look in his eyes, like as if he is boarding a feral state.

Gods it was hot. It made Izuku hot. It felt himself slicking up as he watched the blonde alpha take down every single one of Izuku's potential suitors.

Oh gods. Izuku didn't want to get his hopes up.

But

He /really/ wanted to fight this one.

He /really/ wanted him to /win/.

The alpha did, headbutted his final oppoent and had blood covering all his teeth as he grinned victoriously at Izuku.

Izuku was so desperately trying to remember the alpha's name, the gift he gave him.

What /is/ his name??? Ka- kac- kacchan?

And the alpha gave him gold bangles... two for each wrist and three for one of his ankles.

The alpha pointed to Izuku as he slipped the courting gift on and yelled "Come on down! Your ass is /mine/ omega"

Fuck. If that didn't make Izuku hot all over. His body tingle with excitement, the alpha looked feral, so fucking primal. That izuku was feeling as if this was his first time fighting an alpha.

Oh fuck. He could feel the dampness in his pants.

- - -

Katsuki heard of a village that did annual mating fights. Where alphas lined up to fight each other for the affections of their chosen omega. While yes this was a big reason why Katsuki had traveled from the south to north, it was the fact that; when a single alpha had beaten all the other suitors. That alpha got to fight their omega.

Like really fight their omega.

Katsuki's village has a similar custom. Although it's done more privately between a courting pair, the "fight" part wasn't truly a fight. Omega tended to submit early on in the fight after a chase into the woods.

Katsuki didn't want that... he wanted an omega that would challenge him.

He wanted... the omega by the name of Deku.

When Katsuki arrived in the village, there were many omegas to choose from. All strong, all pretty and they all smelled... decent he guessed. They weren't exactly all over him but they aren't shy about their attraction. It was something Katsuki had grown used to, he knows he is a fine specimen of alpha, he didn't /need/ omega fawning over him to remind him.

He didn't need omegas throwing themselves at him either.

When Katsuki entered the village he was looking for a place to stay and wanted to make sure he was in the right place. He stopped a green haired omega to ask and got snarled at. Katsuki's head had jerked back with surprise and normally he'd have some snarky ass reply to something like that.

But.

Katsuki was struck by three things.

One the omega, because yeah no alpha smells like that. By that Katsuki means forest rain on a hot summer's day. The omega smelled like coming home and Katsuki didnt know what the fuck todo with that.

Two the omega was fucking beautiful, his face was sunkissed with brown little specks scattered across his nose, cheeks and bit on his forehead. He looked like the gods blew star dust on his face. He has big green eyes and moss green hair to match.

Three... the aggression that was in that snarl. Like if he could take Katsuki in a fight. That made Katsuki interested, that made Katsuki's cock twitch.

Once he was settled nicely in the village, it was time to start scooping out omegas. In Katsuki's case one aggressive green haired beauty. Katsuki didn't want to ask around... there were a lot of alphas sniffing around and last he saw the omega had a lot of courting gifts.

Not that Katsuki didnt think he could take em, he could take on any alpha and fucking win. But the less he had to fight the quicker he could get to fight the omega.

That was his end goal.

That and well ya know... mating and claiming him.

Katsuki heard... around, ya know picking other people's conversations. Shut up he's not nosey, he just didn't wanna ask around.

Found out the omega's name was Deku. Which Katsuki thought was fitting because that omega looked as if he could do /any/ and take on /anyone/ in a fight. Found out that every single year some alphas in the village and mostly from outside the village were smitten with him. Every year they'd try their hand at the mating fights to make it to the end only to /lose/ to the omega.

Deku was what the village called a warrior omega.

The omega liked to fight for sport, he liked to go hunting and the all things that proved your strength the omega excelled at. It was celebrated, the village elders were convinced that when he finally got an alpha those pups would basically be demigods.

That's how respected Deku was. That's how strong Deku was.

After that, Katsuki watched Deku from afar. Deku never paid much mind to the alphas around, not even to the ones that handed him courting gifts. The alphas always seemed shy when giving him a gift and Deku always seemed /bored/.

This big stupid redhead had given one, promised to win his fights and his heart and Izuku stared at him, not amused, not with a smile and just said "prove it".

Two other alphas handed him gifts that day and same thing.

Katsuki wasn't sure he wanted to court an omega who would seem /bored/ of him. Or seemed dismissive of him simply because the omega underestimated Katsuki's ability to win against him. Katsuki wanted a strong omega yes but not one that just seemed like they were going through the motions of life.

Then.

Katsuki saw the omega fight, spar really but all the same. It was against customs for alphas and omegas to spar for obvious reasons. But alphas could spar with each other and so could omegas.

There was buzzing in the village that day. The pups around the village excitedly run toward the sparring area.

"Deku is sparring! Deku is sparring" they yelled.

So Katsuki followed the pups through the villages and to the sparring area. There Deku was shirtless, adorning beautiful scars that told stories of his bravery and strength. He had legs for days, stocky build, Deku was a walking wet dream.

It's no wonder he had so many suitors.

Deku bounced on his toes while the other omega- who honestly looked like a gray haired version of the redhead alpha, stretched. The other omega was a lot larger than Deku but he didn't seem phased.

They charged at each other, but Deku was quick on his feet. Moving and maneuvering with such agility that it looked as though he was dancing. Katsuki caught the green haired omega smiling, it was blinding.

It was beautiful.

He was beautiful.

Deku was so in his element, he didn't look bored or like he was going through the motions. He was much like Katsuki, someone seeking a challenge, someone to keep him on his toes, bring him that rush of excitement.

The fight was over in five minutes. Katsuki was stunned when the little omega stood on top of the other omega’s back. Grinning, ferally. It did something to Katsuki, made his heart flutter and his dick swell that's for sure.

Katsuki decided Deku was /his/ omega and he was going to do everything and anything to have him.

Going back to his little hut that he was set up in, Katsuki got his courting gift. It was something his sire had given his dam before they mated and married.

Gold bangles. They were special, a family heirloom if you will.

One day one of their pups would give it to a lucky mate. And so forth.

When Katsuki got back to the sparring area, Deku had just finished another match. Different omega, blonde with a weird black streak in his hair, Deku helped him off the floor.

Katsuki approached slowly.

"You need to work on your form Denki." Deku said to the omega "You can't join the fights with a weak form. Then any ol alpha can have you... you aim to be the best. You get the best"

The blonde omega nodded "Right! Can we spar-"

But the omega cut off once he made eye contact with Katsuki. Making Deku look at him, Katsuki bent his neck in a submissive manner and held out the small box with the bangles.

Deku raised an eyebrow as he slowly took the box. Katsuki did not utter a word to Deku, he didn't make any promises. He just stared into those deep green eyes.

Deku has really pretty eyes.

Then Deku shook the box and the bangles jingled and that snapped Katsuki out of whatever trance he had been in. With one last look, Katsuki walked away.

Deku didn't say a word to him.

But that was okay. Because they would have a lifetime to talk once they were mated and married.

A lifetime.

- - -

Izuku's bangles jingled as he dodged Kacchan's hits and grapples. This alpha is so fun and everytime Izuku thinks he has him pinned the alpha pulls some trick to get out of it.

It makes Izuku slick up, it's practically sliding down his thighs.

The crowd was yelling and roaring. It's the first time an alpha has been in the pit this long with Izuku. The village is holding their breath, had their warrior omega finally found the perfect alpha? To give him demi god pups?

Izuku's body is slowing down as he heats up. He isn't doing it on purpose, his body was going into a pseudo heat. Slowing down giving the promising alpha a chance to pin him. For the first time, Izuku and his inner omega where in agreement.

This was THE alpha.

"Come on little omega" The alpha says tine taunting, but his tone also held annoyance. It is likely the alpha didn't realize /why/ Izuku was slowing down. "Where's all your fire hah? Fight me like you mean it"

The alpha /wanted/ Izuku to fight him. He /wanted/ to fight Izuku.

Didn't that knowledge make Izuku /burn/.

Izuku felt the slick drip down his thighs before he charged the alpha. Using the half broken pillar the was in the pit bouncing off it like a bunny and wrapping those thick thighs around the alphas head.

Normally an alpha would fall if Izuku threw his weight like that. But not this one, oh this one took his big hands and gripped Izuku's ass and pushed izuku further on to his face, like he needed to get a /good smell/.

The alpha chuckles darkly, making Izuku shiver. "Oh. I see."

Then Izuku felt the alpha's tongue trace the damp spot on his pants, running from his sopping wet hole to his tiny cocklet. Izuku felt everything through his pants. Izuku squeals, his hands flying to ash blonde locks that were surprisingly soft despite how spikey they looked.

The alpha took that moment to slam Izuku down into the dirt and Izuku gushed more slick like a popped berry. His hands still dug into the spikes, the alphas were still buried in between his legs.

But Izuku was pinned. He could hear the crowd shouting a count down and he tried to wiggle out of the hold but the alpha pressed his body down with one hand and shoved his face further into Izuku's clothed heat.

Izuku's head flew back, eyes wide.

This was it, the warrior omega will be claimed.

Izuku looks in between his legs and the alpha vermillion eyes are already watching him. They held a glint of /something/, whatever it is. Izuku just /knew/ deep in his bones it's whatever he has been searching for all these years. He slicked more, more than he has ever had in his whole life.

The alpha nipped at Izuku's pants and ran his tongue once more over the wetness that had seeped through the pants as the crowd shouted celebratory.

Izuku released the alpha's hair, allowing him to get up. His chin was soaked with slick, /Izuku's slick/ and the alpha couldn't have seemed any prouder.

Crouching slightly, his muscles flexing as he roared loudly.

The alpha was celebrating.

Warmth spread through Izuku and the pride he feels, made him tingle.

The alpha held a hand out to Izuku to which he grasped. Izuku looks up at his alpha, the man is beautiful, sculpted by the gods.

High cheekbones, chiseled jawline.

The alpha looks like everything. Smells like it too, smokey and sweet like someone cooked bananas.

"In my culture" The alpha rasps pulling off his tooth beaded necklace "chosen omegas wear the beads of their chosen alpha before mating"

The alpha places the necklace on Izuku. "It is to claim you. Before my mark is on you"

Izuku looks down at the necklace and then back at the alpha, eyes hooded "Mark me alpha. Make me /yours/"

The alpha growls scoops up Izuku in a bridal carry. The villagers are shouting Izuku's name, pride filling them.

Kacchan takes him out of the arena and into this tiny hut that Izuku assumes he has been staying at. He drops Izuku on to his bed and rips- yes literally rips at his pants. Izuku crawls backwards on the bed and the alpha grabs his ankle, yanking him toward the edge of the bed.

"Don't run from me now /omega/"

Izuku licks his lips "I wouldn't dream of it"

Which was true, Izuku couldn't. This alpha had beaten him, pinned him. That feat alone was /enough/ for izuku.

Izuku had been waiting /years/ for an alpha to match his energy. For an alpha to be worthy enough for him.

He wouldn't run now. Not ever.

Kacchan is the /perfect/ alpha for him.

There was a sudden tear and Izuku was no longer clothed, having been shirtless for the fights. Izuku takes in the alpha before him, all his scars, all his muscles... all his glory.

The alpha's cock hung heavy, already hard dripping with precum. Izuku's gaze traveled slowly up and was met with a look of hunger, he physically couldn't stop the shiver or the slick that wet the bedding beneath him.

So he opened his legs, inviting his chosen alpha in.

Kacchan dove. Forcing Izuku's legs wider than he had offered and lapping at his slick soaked cunt lips. Izuku's hands flew to the hair and gripped tightly as the alpha's thick tongue fucked into his hole.

Then the alpha licked all the way up to his tiny cocklet that was more like a really big clit than anything else. He nipped, suckled and licked at it making Izuku become a moaning, dripping mess.

A thick, large finger circled Izuku’s hole before sliding knuckle deep.

"Oh gods" Izuku whines "More"

And the alpha gave more, working izuku open until he was squealing with his legs shaking. Izuku had already cummed but the alpha was working him toward sensitivity.

"Alpha /please/" Izuku begs

"Please what?" Kacchan's voice is rough and gravely

"Fuck me" Izuku whispered.

Kacchan growls and pulls his fingers free from Izuku, who whines at feeling empty. Kacchan kisses and licks up Izuku's body to his mouth and claims it with a hot, feverish kiss.

Kacchan lined himself up and slowly thrusted into the omega. Izuku grabbed the alpha's shoulder's to steady himself, as his body tried to accommodate the large cock entering his body.

Both Izuku and the alpha's head gets tossed back when he finally bottoms out in Izuku. The pace is slow at first, the alpha paying very good attention to his omega's facial expressions and scent. Searching for any signs of distress or discomfort.

He is such a good alpha already but he finds none of those things. Just pure bliss, happy omega.

Izuku is in heaven.

He just needs his alpha to work faster, fuck him harder. So using his powerful legs he flips them over, stunning the alpha. Izuku's hands press firmly into the alpha's chest pushing him down as Izuku slams himself down on that thick dick.

"Want your knot alpha" Izuku whines "Be a good alpha and /give it/ to me"

"Anything" Kacchan groans "anything you want"

Kacchan's big hands gripped Izuku's waist in a bruising hold. He loved it, the alpha timed his thrusts for everytime Izuku slammed down.

The little hut was filled with the sounds of their coupling, the room was saturated with their mixed lustful scents.

They smelled /so good/ together. Its driving izuku is almost feral.

"KAC-ALPHA!" Izuku cries, tossing his head back, his thighs starting to burn.

The alpha sits up, holding the omega close. "I got you. I got you"

The blonde flips them so the omega is on his back, one leg wrapped tight around the alpha's waist and the other on his shoulder. The angle drives the alpha thick cock deeper, making the omega cry out.

Izuku was so close but he /needed/ more. He needed his alpha's mark, his knot.

Izuku needed /everything/ his alpha had to offer.

Kacchan pulls out making izuku whine and pout. He leans down kissing his omega breathless.

"Present for me" he whispers against Izuku's lips.

Izuku quickly flips onto his stomach. Face down ass up, he wiggles his bottom.

Kacchan strokes himself before sliding back into that hot heat. His pace becomes brutal, pounding into his omega. His cock craving a home into the greenette, Izuku's scarred hand runs down to his abdomen, to feel the bulge in his gut as the alpha fucked into him.

He moans. Izuku feels so full. So good.

Kacchan's calloused hands drag up from Izuku's waist to in between his shoulder blades pushing him down.

"Such a good omega" He snarls "Strong omega. Gonna give you strong pups"

The praise makes Izuku's inner omega preen.

"Yes! Yes" Izuku screams "Give me your knot. Pup me"

The alpha inflates but it doesn't quite catch yet. Izuku's hair gets pulled and his back is pressed to that amazing chest. The alpha yanks the omega's head to the side nose dragging up to the scent gland where he took a big sniff of the sweet scent coming from the omega.

His tongue flicks out, he laps and sucks on the gland till it's swollen and a bit red. Ready to be claimed, Izuku whimpers and begs for the alpha's mark. It makes his knot throb, Kacchan bites down just as he thrusts his knot all the way into the omega.

The alphas practically howls as he cums and Izuku cums with a loud scream of 'Kacchan' and his body goes limp in the alpha's arms. Kacchan grinds into Izuku as his knot is milked for all it's got.

Kacchan moves them to lay down while they are tied together. They are exhausted, between fighting and this, they need the rest.

When Kacchan came to, a few minutes later, his knot had deflated and he slowly pulled out. Izuku mutters his complaints but the alpha keeps cuddling his omega. Scenting the greenette, till he pauses recalling the name the omega shouted when he came.

"What the fuck did you call me, Deku?" He curses

Izuku's eyebrows furrowed " 'm name is I-zu-ku, and you're Kacchan"

"The hell i am! Its Kat-su-ki"

"Kacchan"

The alpha roars, flipping Izuku from his side onto his back. It made Izuku giggle, how such a name worked the alpha all up. The alpha snarled in Izuku's face which resulted in Izuku snarling back. Which made the alpha pop a boner, which turned into another round of mating where Izuku got to claim the alpha back.

They cuddled after, Katsuki drawing shapes into Izuku's back while Izuku traced the alpha's scars.

"Deku means useless you know" Izuku says

"Tch, as if your stocky ass is useless" Katsuki replies "In my culture. It means you can do it."

Izuku hums. "I like that"

"Good".

They are silent for a few minutes before Izuku decides he wants to know more about Katsuki and his culture.

"Can you tell me more about your culture?"

"Hm?" Katsuki tiredly hums "We have an entire life for you to learn. No need to rush. Sleep."

The alpha shoves Izuku into his chest and izuku sighs contently. He supposes the male is right.

They did have a lifetime.

- - -

Izuku adjusted his collar and cuffs as he stared at himself in the little mirror. The was form fitting, made from animal hide with an alpha claiming fang dead center of it, lined with different jewels.

Kacchan had it made for him, after their mating. Used his teenage alpha fang as a centerpiece.

The collar and cuffs made no sense to Izuku because he was already claimed.

But it was a part of Kacchan's culture and was customary for an omega to wear a collar given to them made by their alpha on their wedding day. That was another thing Izuku didn't understand.

Marriage.

They were already bonded for life, why get 'married'?

But it was a part of Kacchan's culture, it was customary. It was less of a real wedding and more like a celebration, the new mated pair showing off their bond. Katsuki had explained, like how in Izuku's village after the mating fights were over and all the omegas that had gotten alphas were celebrated.

There was a feast and each couple had dried lavender and rose petals thrown at them.

Izuku's village celebrated hard, this year's celebration was different. The elders never offered blessings to the newly mated couple but offered Katsuki and Izuku.

Their warrior omega was mated. It was going to bring the village great fortune.

"You are like a god to them" Katsuki had whispered to him after the last elder offered their blessing.

Izuku laughed "No. I'm a warrior. You are the god who took me down"

That was an unnecessary boost to Kacchan's ego that Izuku thinks that the alpha did not need.

Now he runs around his village calling himself a god.

"Deku you ready? We don’t got all day!" Katsuki yells as he walks toward their shared bedroom.

"I beg a differ Kacchan! What did you tell me the day we mated? We have a whole lifetime?" Izuku yells back, turning around just in time to see his mate enter the room.

He looks so handsome, with his tribal paints, cape. He lacked his beaded necklace but that was because Izuku had to present him with a new one that /he/ made today at the ceremony.

"What?" Katsuki questions

"You look so handsome" Izuku purrs, his scent shifting slightly as he steps closer to his mate.

Katsuki scented the air and his eyes widened "oh no you dont you little vixen! They are waiting for us"

"But kacchannnn" Izuku whines

Katsuki plugs his nose and backs out of the room "Not uh! /after/"

"But i /need/ you now!"

Katsuki already started hauling ass out their house. Izuku has been insatiable since their mating and Katsuki is unsure how much more his knot can take before it falls off.

"I KNOTTED YOU THREE TIMES ALREADY" Katsuki yells as runs down the hall, he can hear his omega running after him.

"SO WHAT'S A FORTH LETS BE QUICK!"

Katsuki throws open the front door, spotting Hanta, his best friend (not that Katsuki would say that outloud to him or anyone for that matter) and his omega Mina. Katsuki's eyes had to look wild from how startled the pair looked.

"HE IS TRYNNA FUCK ME" Katsuki yells at them which makes them cackle.

When Katsuki looked over his shoulder his omega was already looking like a predator who was about to pounce on their prey. In the end... Izuku and Katsuki are drastically /late/ to their /own/ wedding ceremony. Because knotting his omega four times, /was not/ enough.

What can Katsuki say... they have a lifetime for everything.

The End

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a/b/o todoroki shouto x f!reader - dark content

summary - after spending the first 24 years of your life as Young Lord Todoroki Shouto's academic rival, everything changes when on your 25th birthday you present as an omega. Your wealthy family is ashamed, and give you up to the quickest bidder. Don't worry, surely Shouto won't hold a grudge.

cws - this is dark content with non/con and dub/con. arranged partnership au, with omega reader, alpha shou, endeaver also makes reader finish on his fingers, touya's a bit of a creep, vaguely victorian, an au where omega's don't really have rights, predicament bondage, hard impact play, bootlicking, muzzle, dehuminization, endeavor refers to reader as it, breeding, breathplay, use of a riding crop, whipping, aphrodesiac, dacry philia , hard domination, degradation, knifeplay, praise, and then love and soft inadvertent aftercare. yandere.

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The countryside flashes past you, but you keep your eyes ahead. There’s a little stain on the upper left corner of the cushion just next to Todoroki Touya’s head, and if you stare at that, maybe you won’t be sick. You swallow around the gag in your mouth, it’s leather, and it covers the lower half of your face. You can’t see the back of your head, but you know it locks on, and you know the keys are in Todoroki Enji’s pocket. Touya kicks you.

“Do’ya even like Shouto?” You don’t respond, obviously. Your cheeks are red from crying, and your newfound sensitivity to the world isn’t helping, you can smell both of them, and you feel small and shy in this small space with two alphas.

“It doesn’t matter, Touya.” Todoroki Enji says, adjusting the white cuffs of his shirt. You’re wearing a simple white dress, and your hair has half fallen out of its complicated updo, tendrils framing your face. Touya kicks you again, you don’t react, even as pain blooms in your shin. There’s a leather restraint around your upper arms, pinning them to your body, and your hands are nearly loosing feeling with how hard you’ve pulled against the restraint on your wrists.

“Is she a virgin?” Touya asks his father, and Enji’s face glazes over.

“Apparently not.” He looks over at you. “However, given their relationship I decided to acquire her for him anyway. A graduation present.” He sighs, tapping his cane against the floor of the carriage. “He doesn’t have to bond to her, if he doesn’t want to, but she’s healthy, and fertile, so he may if he’d like.” Touya looks back to you. “This is a gift for your brother.” Enji says firmly. “Not yourself.”

“She smells good though,” Touya says, cracking a smile. “Anyone ever said that to you, sweetheart?” You make eye contact, and his blue eyes are so cold a shiver runs up your spine. He puts his boot up on the seat right between your legs, pressing against your crotch. A little strangled sound escapes the gag and Enji sighs.

“I ought to make sure she’s in working order.” He takes you roughly into his lap, squeezing your breasts hard enough to make you keen against the gag.

“Let me,” Touya says, annoyed. His father shakes his head.

“No.” Enji lifts your skirts, in full view of his son, and pins your thighs apart. “Soaked.” He murmurs, slipping your white panties to the side. “Omega’s are absolutely shameless, aren’t they?” He rubs his thumb across your clit and it’s a little like being shocked by a million volts of electricity, you’d been touched before you’d presented but this, this was something entirely new. He doesn’t pause, slipping a single finger inside you and curling it. Your back arches against his broad chest and he supports your head with his free hand. “Easy,” he says, and you try but it’s not long before you’re cumming on his fingers, tears pooling in your eyes as you look everywhere but at Touya.

“I want her.” He says, annoyed, as Enji tucks your face into his neck, palming your entire head and shhing you gently.

“You have proven that you are not responsible enough to care for an omega.” Enji says sharply. “Shouto on the other hand-”

“Is a goody fucking two shoes?” Touya protests.

“Is about to graduate with a masters in politics, is mature, is an adult, is ready for this. Is my heir. Take your pick.” Touya sours, but keeps his mouth shut. The carriage pulls to a stop, finally, at the beginning of the long driveway on their sprawling estate. The door opens, and the men get out. Enji takes you by the shoulders, and deposits you in the gravel, letting you stand while waving the man driving the carriage away. He keeps a tight hold on the lead around your waist, tugging you inside while he bickers with his son. You tune it out. It’s a grey and dark day, the sky looks like it might rain any minute. The Todoroki estate is wide and sweeping, the main mansion house is huge and beautiful, stone covered in deep green ivy. The glow from inside is light and golden, under any other circumstances you’d be excited to see the inside. Not today. Lord Todoroki Enji bids Touya a firm goodbye and then leads you up the sweeping staircase in the entrance hallway, not bothering to allow you to shed your shoes. Servants look at you with a mixture of pity and concern as you pass, you avoid their gaze.

“Shouto!” The lord calls down the hallway, but there’s no response. You walk for a few minutes, wet boots squeaking on the beautifully varnished wood floors. You struggle to keep up with him, but just when you’re about to trip on your skirts, he stops. He knocks on the a cream colored door, and you're struck by how in any other situation, how unseemly, how taboo it would be for you to see his bedroom.

“Come in.” You hear a familiar voice say, tinged with annoyance. Lord Todoroki pushes the door open, and takes you by your upper arms, dragging you inside. You have exactly one second where you read genuine confusion on Shouto’s face. He’s standing at his desk, having been in the middle of penning a letter. Realization dawns on him as he reads both the flush and the tear tracks on your face, as he inhales and he can smell you, white florals, gardenia, freesia, madness.

“Congratulations on your graduation from university.” Lord Todoroki says, releasing your upper arms. “If this gift isn’t to your liking, we can always replace it.” You swallow, surely, he’d reject you. Based on the last conversation the two of you had had, where it had been revealed that you’d beaten him out for the top academic spot in your graduating class, you could see him telling his father to throw you in the mud with the pigs.

“A gift?” Shouto says, nearly unconscious of the conversation, eyes on you, guessing what the last day had been like for you, imagining the last twenty four hours of humiiliation.

“You should breed it, in my opinion,” Lord Todoroki says, feeling you squirm against the restraints. “Do you think you have what you need to break it, it should obey you but I can-”

“I know what I need to do.” Shouto says sharply, and Enji flashes his palms. You recoil involuntarily at his tone and he softens a bit. “Get out.” Shouto takes a step towards you and Enji moves towards the door, hesitating.

“You know where to find me.” He says eventually, and Shouto shrugs. Enji lets the lead he was holding fall to the floor, closing the door behind himself. The two of you are alone, and there’s a beat before he speaks.

“You poor little thing,” His voice oozes condescension as he takes a step towards you and you realize now, how much taller than you he’s become as the years have passed. “You’ve been crying?” You nod, unsure if it’s the flushed cheeks or red eyes that give you away. “Why don’t we get the first part over with, and then you can take some time and calm down?” You feel hot new tears forming, and he reaches for you. Instinctively you step away. He moves quickly enough to catch you, taking your body roughly and bending you over his bed, pinning you to the mattress as you struggle. “Stop, moving,” he grunts, and for the first time you feel the weight of an alpha giving you an order and subdue your movements, even as you hear the metal of his belt buckle clink, and feel him raking up your skirts. “I want you to remember,” he says, “That’ I’m taking the time to prepare you, even though I don’t have to,” he keeps one palm on your head, pinning it to the bed. You feel him slip two fingers inside you, you whimper against the gag. He scissors them, taking his time to relax the muscle. You stop struggling as you start to feel pleasure along with the humiliation of your former classmate seeing you like this, and feel him pat your back softly with his free hand.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, smirk spreading across his face, he smells like clean leather, like the crackling of a fire, like pine. “Omega’s really do break easily, don’t they?” You try to speak through the gag but he chooses that moment to ease himself inside you, and you whimper instead. You’ve never felt this full before, this relaxed, even restrained, even uncomfortable, it’s ecstatic. You feel him comb his fingers through your hair, swearing under his breath.

“Good,” he breathes, and the warmth of his praise is like a small fire in your chest. “Good girl.” He rolls his hips against yours experimentally, and watches you relax further, all soft moans and whimpers. He rests one hand on your bound wrists and uses it as leverage to fuck you harder, swearing as he loses his composure, he’d dreamed about this, fantsized about it every time you’d beaten him in class, corrected his answer, flashed a higher test score. He’d thought of ways he could humble you, he’d imagined slapping the smile off your face, spitting in your mouth, pushing you to your knees in front of him where you belonged. But in this moment, with you so deliciously pathetic in front of him, he finds himself only able to focus on his own pleasure, sure that you’ve achieved some kind of climax when your eyes roll in your head and he chases his own high, cumming with a loud groan deep inside you, raking his nails down your back. He takes a minute, keeping a hand on your waist to pin you to the bed while he puts his pants back on. You’re lost, mind floating far from your body when you feel him push you gently to the floor. “I have to finish a letter.” He says slowly, like you might have trouble understanding. “You’re going to sit next to me on the ground, understand?” You nod, and he takes the leash and pulls you, forcing you to crawl awkwardly across the floor without using your hands, his cum running down your leg under your dress. You kneel, and watch him sit and write, more tears rolling down your cheeks at regular intervals. After fifteen minutes, he pauses, looking down at you, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“I’d imagine you’re quite upset, but this is far more natural than any competitive relationship we had.” He says. “You’re going to serve me, like you would have anyway, but now you’ll also carry my heirs.” You swallow, more tears falling. “I won’t expect you to know everything, I’ll train you, I’m a fair man. Obviously you’re gagged for the time being, but first, please don’t speak unless spoken to, don’t hold eye contact with me, or anyone unless you’re invited. You keep your eyes on my boots.” He inspects you. “Are you going to speak if I take the gag off?” You shake your head. He bends down, and gently, carefully unlocks the back of the leather strap. He doesn’t let any of your hair get caught in it, brushing it back from your face. You resist the urge to groan at the pain when you're finally able to close your jaw after nearly a full day wearing the muzzle.

“If you speak without permission,” he says, and you keep your eyes on his shoes. “It will come back. If you understand, I want to hear you say ‘Yes, sire.” You can’t help yourself, you look up at him indignantly, remembering the times you’d said that same phrase in mockery, teasing him about an argument in class you’d won, about a test you’d beat him out on. He raps your nose hard with one long finger and you instantly recoil, in more shock than in pain.

“Eyes down.” He says sharply, turning in his chair to fully face you. You let out a terrified squeak. “Appropriate reaction,” he says, still with a cutting tone, “Most of my punishments will be far more uncomfortable.” You stare at his boots, attempting to focus. “So you are smart enough to follow orders. Let’s hear it, yes, sire.” You find your voice, it’s barely a whisper.

“Yes, sire.”

“Good,” he says, “Now I want you to kiss my boot.” You know better than to look back up at him, but it takes all your self control not to look up into his eyes, not to look at your former classmate who had to be joking. You hesitate, “I am absolutely and deadly serious.” He says, and you hear the slight condescension in his tone. You lower your head, and press your lips to the leather. “More.” He says and you kiss it, nearly losing your balance with your hands and arms tied behind you. “Now apologize to it.” He says and he watches you stop yourself from looking up at him in confusion. “Apologize for thinking you could ever be my rival,” he snaps, “And apologize to my boot for thinking you were ever above it.” You swallow.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I’m sorry for thinking, for thinking I was ever above your boot.”

“So soft spoken now,” He observes, “Is it because you’re afraid of me?” You go to nod and then think better of it.

“Yes, sire.”

“Lick them.” He orders, and you do, crying a little still as you clean his boot, following it with your face as he brings them back under his desk, resting one of them on your face as you hear the scratch of the quill on the paper. You’re still restrained, licking the part of his shoe you can get to, terrified of what will happen if you stop. You lay on the ground, straining your neck for a full half hour before he stops writing and scoots his chair black.

“Look at you,” he says, “Who knew this was what you were good for?” You know better than to try to speak, he presses the flat of his boot against your mouth. “I did.” He says coldly. “I always knew you were nothing unless you were serving me, always.” He pushes it harder against your face. “So this is how you greet me, you’ll get on your knees and lick my boots until I tell you you can stop. Understand?”

“Yes,” you manage, “Sire.” It’s hard to get words out around his shoe, but you do your best. He pushes the chair back, standing, and reaches down, taking the lead and walking across the floor, leaving you to scramble on your knees, unable to crawl properly with your arms restrained.

“Wait here.” He points to the ground and you close your eyes. He gets a box and stands on it, taking some rope from a drawer in his desk and looping it through a metal hook on the ceiling. He works for a few minutes before speaking again. “Get up here and stand on the box,” You struggle to your feet and stumble across the floor, legs asleep. “Iida’s gonna eat shit,” he mutters, a smug little smile on his face as he stands you on the box, going behind you and loosing the restraints on your wrists, You gasp with relief as the blood flows back to your hands, you flex and stretch your fingers. He reaches around and removes the other leather belt from your upper arms, and unlatches the leash from your neck, and you stand, unrestrained

“Your parents may never have cared if you dressed appropriately,” he says, snatching a shining golden letter opener from his desk, “But rest assured my property will be properly covered when it goes outside.” He slices down the front of your dress and you let out a nervous gasp, struggling to keep your eyes down as he yanks it off of you, throwing it on the ground. You’re standing then, in only your corset, panties and stockings. “This you’ll need.” He mutters, removing the corset without destroying it, unlacing it with a mild amount of frustration. He slices through your panties, and you whimper at the proximity of the metal to your skin, but his movements are deft and sure. He throws them on the ground next to your dress. He eyes your stockings, they’re a white cotton, and they come up to just above your knee. “I can’t have you catching cold, and it’s a cool day.” He slides a thumb in between the fabric and your skin, feeling the plush of your thigh, and you keep your eyes downcast as you feel him tying the rope around your body, your wrists, your waist, your neck, running between your legs. It feels a bit loose and strange. You keep your eyes down as he goes to his bedside table and takes out a small bottle, dipping his fingers in something before spreading it between your legs, rubbing it on your already puffy clit. He notices that at his touch, you stop trembling, as if despite what he was doing to you you couldn’t help but be comforted.. “When I remove the box, you better catch yourself.”

“Yes, s-” he pushes it out from under you and you fall, several things happen at once. You stand the only way you're able to, catching yourself on the balls of your feet. The rope between your legs now cuts into your crotch, in a way that brings you some relief from what you’re now certain is an aphrodisiac, but when you rub against it to get relief the rope on your neck tightens. Your arms are wrenched up, behind you, and your back already aches at the way they’re pulling. You let out a kind of strangled moan, trying to find a way to stand and be comfortable, while he watches with a small genuine smile on his face.

“Don’t suffocate yourself to cum.” He says, teasing, and you look up at him, then immediately recognize your mistake, fear flooding your face as he scowls.

“I’m sorry I, please don’t-”

“Quiet.” he snaps. He opens a closet and pulls something out, it’s a long black riding crop,

“Please,” you beg, “Please, Todoroki-” He moves so quickly you barely see him, whipping it hard across your chest. You gasp with pain, tears springing to your eyes.

“To you,” he says, doing it again, making you dance on your tiptoes, “I am sire, your lord, or Lord Todoroki.” He whips you again. “All that studying and not a drop of sense in your brain I see.” You gasp again when he does it again, this time on the top of your thighs. He walks past you, and for a moment you think he’s done but he stands behind you, watching you rub your body against the rope, shaking his head. He takes something and puts it over your head, you realize it’s the muzzle and start to struggle in earnest. He pushes the bit back in your mouth and fastens it, coming to stand in front of you. “I was going to let you beg for relief.” He says, shaking his head. “But you spoke out of turn, and now you’re going to spend the day like this.” he whips your tits again and you yelp against the gag. He keeps going, savoring every little tear, the tinge of your face as it burns in humiliation. He doesn’t talk much, stopping if the gag buckle gets tangled in your hair, softly gently fixing it and then going back to whipping your tits. You’re crying hard by the time he pauses, still alternating between bucking your hips against the rope, gasping for air and hopping around on the balls of your feet. He sighs, setting the crop on his desk and palming his length.

“Fuck,” he loses his icy composure for a second. “I underestimated how hot it would be to see you cry,” He moves quickly, coming to stand behind you and taking your hips in his hands. You’re still swollen from last time, but he bullies his length inside, fucking you hard, but after a few minutes, he stops, pulling the gag down. “Wanna hear you say my name as you cum,” he growls, “Wanna hear you say it.”

“Aaa-ah,” you get out, he’s right, you’re close, and he’s so big and warm and close, “S-sire,” you get out and feel his lips on you shoulder.

“Shouto.” He corrects. “Shouto when you’re cumming.”

“Shouto,” you repeat back to him, “Oh, oh, oh, Shouto-”

“Fuck, yes,” he snarls, “Who owns you?”

“Y-you, Shouto,” you choke out, and you cum nearly at the same time, you first and then he follows after you, your legs trembling as you go back to balancing on the tips of your feet. He stays curled against you for a second before replacing the gag and flopping back on his bed. You whimper a little, you’re back to having your arms pulled at a painful angle, and without his touch you have nothing to distract from the welts on your chest, which sting and throb. He stares at you, taking his time, running his fingers over the welts, even pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

It’s a full hour before he takes you down, letting you flop to heap on the floor, barely catching yourself on your shaking hands. He leaves you there for a moment and comes back, taking your chin in his hand, forcing your gaze upwards.

“You can look,” he says softly, and you feel him dab your face with a warm cloth, “Good girl,” he coos, your lids flutter shut. “I don’t really have it in me to hurt you too badly,” he muses, as if he’s surprised. “I was so angry with you,” he murmurs, carding his hands softly through your hair. “But you’re really quite docile like this, aren’t you,” he cups your face. “Look at me.” You do, and hold his gaze really, for the first time since you walked into the room. “I’ll take good care of you.” He murmurs, feeling the warmth of responsibility ignite in his chest. “Some omegas sleep in the stables, but I think I’d prefer to have you in my bed, hm?” You realize, after a beat, that he’s asking what you think. Despite yourself, you nod. “I thought so.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.

He gets up and leaves, coming back a few minutes later carrying a basket, setting it on the floor and pulling a dark glass bottle out. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket, and pours some of the liquid, it stains the fabric a dark purple.

“Shhhh,” he breathes, and you sniffle a little as he dabs at the welts, “Shhh, sweetheart.” You feel the pain dissipate wherever he touches the handkerchief, it’s numbing affect apparent.

“I’m,” you choke out and he looks at you, “I’m s-sorry, sire.” He stares at you, surprised, and then pats you on the head affectionately.

“You’re doing alright.” He pulls you to your feet, and you let out a soft whimper of pain, sore from having been in an uncomfortable position for so long, “You’re doing well, come here,” he holds you to his chest, feeling how small and soft you you are pressed against him, feels a deep protective connection forming. “You’re a good girl, so good.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, lifting you up and setting you on his bed. “You wanna take a little break, get under the covers and I’m going to see to your clothes?” You swallow and nod. He doesn’t make you verbally respond. “Do I need to tie you down, or will you stay put?”

“I’ll stay put, sire.” You mumble, as he pulls the blankets back and tucks them around you. You feel exhausted, joints aching, but somehow, pleasantly full and warm. Shouto kisses your head one more time before leaving, a soft smile on his face as he fixes his jacket, walking down the stairs to the entrance hallway.

“How are things?” His father stands as he passes the sitting room, Shouto scowls, looking away.

“Fine.” He says, and starts to walk faster.

“They sounded fine,” Touya calls, from the soft satin couch he’s lying on, “Pass it around sometime.” Shouto whirls around, eyes narrowed.

“You will not touch her.” He snarls, and Touya cackles, his canines catching the light.

“He will not.” Lord Todoroki Enji stands, putting a hand on his eldest sons shoulder. “Your sons should be your own.” Touya scowls, ripping his shoulder away from his father, and stalking out of the living room. “She’s behaving?” Shouto nods, ready to leave. “And you like her? We can get you another one.” Shouto feels an unnatural, irrational anger ignite in his chest, his hand curling into a fist.

“I don’t want anyone else.” The words tear from his lips without him thinking about them, and a small proud smile spreads across his fathers face.

“Good.”

Shouto meets with a few of the servants and makes arrangements for your clothes, and for a few other things, acquiring more soft dark strips of leather from the stables. He makes it back to you just as the skies open up, rain pounding against the windows of his bedroom. You’re still asleep, nearly exactly where he left you. He slips out of his jacket, kicking off his boots and slipping into bed beside you, tucking your body into his chest. He inhales deeply, you still smell of springtime, like the white flowers that grew on the trees in the gardens, back when he used to walk with his mother. He rubs your head, and feels you snuggling against his chest.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks and you nod.

“Yes, sire.” You mumble sleepily, he feels you hook a leg around his body. “Mine.” You mumble, unconsciously. He chuckles without thinking about it.

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow, but you just hold him tighter. “Did you hate me?” He murmurs, “Before, did you hate me?”

“No.” You sigh.

“No, hm?” He starts running a long finger down from your forehead to the slope of your nose. “Not going to mind being mine?” You squirm at that.

“Is it always going to hurt?” You ask, your voice is small.

“Sometimes,” he says with a little shrug, “You’ll need to be trained, and also I think you look absolutely beautiful when you cry.” You shiver. “But sometimes,” he couches, “It can be nice. Soft.” He keeps stroking your face. “You’ll have heats, and I’ll take care of you,” you squirm a little more, “You don’t like that?”

“No, sire.”

“I’ll have ruts, and you’ll take care of me,” he says softly, wondering if that’s the right way to put it, “It’ll probably feel more like I’m throwing you around.” You let out a soft little noise. “You don’t like feeling out of control.” It’s not a question. “You’ll get used to it.”

#todoroki shouto x reader #yandere todoroki shouto #yandere shoto #yandere shouto #alpha shouto #alpha shoto #mha abo #bnha abo #mha dc #bnha dc

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Film Night Naps - Omega!Todoroki

[DAY 16 of the Summer Writing Event w/ @omeganronpa]

Word count: 2.2k

Prompt: Todoroki falls asleep on Reader’s lap. Reader holds Todoroki close and doesn’t move for hours.

Warnings: Drunk people and a mention of a serial killer

“Film night, film night, film night!” Denki chanted as he carried what you hoped was the last tray overladen with snacks in from the kitchen before balancing it precariously on the coffee table.

“You sure that’s enough?” Mina asked, laughing.

“I think we have more snacks than we have seats,” you joked, waving your arm towards the sofa and handful of armchairs that laid in a semi-circle facing the giant TV mounted on the wall.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I bought extra floor cushions and beanbags so everyone could fit!” Denki said, holding his hand over his heart like he was offended. “It’s not my fault everyone wants to hang out with me because I’m awesome and have the best house.”

“Yeah, sure,” Shinsou teased, already claiming one of the armchairs and reclining on it. “It’s nothing to do with the free food and massive TV.”

Denki pouted as everyone laughed.

“Er, Denki?” Uraraka tentatively asked. “I think we’re still one seat short.”

“What?!” he exclaimed, quickly counting the seats and comparing it to the number of people. “Noooo, I tried so hard to get enough!”

“It’s fine,” you laughed. “Shouto and I can share a seat, it’s not a big deal.”

“You sure you don’t mind?”

“Well, sometimes there are burdens that must be carried as part of being in the best relationship in the friendship group.”

The fake humble tone in your voice incited raised eyebrows and lots of rolled eyes, but everyone agreed that your suggestion was the best solution. Shouto seemed happy enough to share a seat with you, not that that surprised you, as he wasn’t really bothered by public displays of affection, especially when you were only in the company of your friends.

You quickly grabbed one of the two corner seats of the sofa while everyone was faffing around getting drinks and arguing over charging spaces for their phones, and pulled Shouto onto your lap, who quickly got himself comfortable. He was sitting with his legs draped sideways over your lap, resting his back in the corner of the sofa and his head on your shoulder.

You wrapped your arm around him in turn, enjoying the warmth pressed against your side, and kept a hand on Shouto’s knee where your rubbed back and forth with your thumb.

“Have you seen either of these films before?” Shouto asked, his breath tickling your neck.

“No, I don’t think anyone here has. They’re both really new and most of us have had no free time with the new serial killer case. You know how busy it’s been recently, no one’s had time.”

“I see,” he hummed. “I hope they are both good.”

“I don’t mind if they’re good because either way, I get to cuddle my beautiful mate, so this night will be worth it no matter what.”

You felt him smile against your neck.

“I like cuddling with you too.”

Critical hit. His bluntness was far too cute.

Then, all the conversation in the room was cut off by Bakugou.

“Alright! Lights off, let’s get this shit over with!”

Someone whooped and the lights dimmed, leaving the TV screen the only source of light, and before long, everyone was engrossed in the film.

Shouto was whispering questions to you periodically as the film progressed, which you happily answered for him as you always did on film nights.

You didn’t know quite how someone who was such a good hero could still forget the names and faces of a solid 30% of the main cast of every film, over and over again. You guessed you didn’t need to identify someone to save them as a daylight hero. It was probably for the best that he didn’t go into underground heroics, you thought, vaguely amused.

But at around the halfway point, the questions slowed down considerable before stopping altogether. Shouto’s head got heavier and heavier too, and you head a sneaking suspicion that he was falling asleep.

You smoothed his hair back from his face and adjusted him slightly into what you hoped was a more comfortable position for him to rest, grinning at no one in the darkness as you did. In the early stages of your relationship, getting Shouto to trust you had been a long process filled with trial and error and copious amounts of patience, so the fact that you were now at the stage where he trusted you enough to fall asleep in a room full of people, simply because you were holding him, made your heart feel like it was going to burst.

On a more serious note, you were glad he was getting some rest, even if he was choosing film night to do it; he’d been overworking so much over the past few weeks, and though he never complained, you’d noticed the toll it had been taking on him.

To keep him asleep, you made sure to press a hand over Shouto’s exposed ear during the final battle scene as your friends started cheering and hollering for the heroes. He was a light sleeper, but to your surprise, he stayed asleep.

As the credits for the first film rolled, someone turned on a lamp, bathing the room in a golden glow that left many people blinking for a few seconds to adjust. You covered Shouto’s ear pre-emptively, knowing the lull wouldn’t last very long.

And sure enough, not even ten seconds later, the room started buzzing with chatter and commentary about the film.

It was a quiet enough chatter until Kirishima, was more than a little drunk, decided to shout his opinion.

“That was a damn good film, but I seriously need a piss break before the next on because pissing myself on my friend’s floor would be seriously unmanly!”

There were several noises of disgust that followed, and a couple of aggressive encouragements to get off the floor and go, Shinsou even pointing out that he didn’t need their permission to use to toilet.

Before you could think about what a horrible idea it was, you shushed them, unable to stop the feelings of protectiveness over your sleeping mate, but the second all the pairs of eyes landed on you, you released what a mistake you’d just made.

Mina immediately made a little squealing noise as she laid eyes on you, pulling out her phone at rapid speed and snapping several photos before you even had a chance to tell her to stop.

“This is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” she grinned, eagerly showing off the photos on her phone to everyone around her as she pointedly ignored your glare.

“It is actually really cute,” Midoriya said, somewhere been bashful and reluctant, probably hoping you wouldn’t turn on him for saying that. “You two are really good together.”

“You totally need to post it on the group chat for the people that couldn’t come!” Denki said, excitedly leaning over Mina’s shoulder and doing a strange little bounce on the floor.

“Already on it,” Mina smirked, and with a frankly impressive amount of comedic timing, all the phones in the room pinged or vibrated at once.

“Guys,” you whined, letting your head fall against the back of the couch. “Why would you do this to us? We’re going to get so many weird comments from people now.”

Shinsou snorted and Mina-

“Mina!” you admonished in a whisper-shout as she sneaked another photo. “You’re supposed to ask people before you take photos of them you know!”

She only stuck her tongue out and another round of phone notification noises followed.

It was too late to change what had happened, but in a desperate attempt to avoid anything else happening, you tried to change everyone’s attention to something else.

“We should probably get on with the toilet breaks if we want to have time to watch another film, it’s already almost 1 AM.”

Your plan mostly worked, and one by one people filtered off to the bathrooms, but it didn’t stop Denki from waggling his eyebrows at you suggestively the second you made the mistake of making eye contact with him.

You rolled your eyes in return.

It was a relief when the second film finally started, and the lights turned back down.

Somehow, Shouto was still completely out of it on your shoulder, dead to the world, your loud ass friends included.

The second film passed in a blur. Everyone was flagging in energy as the increasingly insane hours of the early morning ticked on.

With the credits came stretching and yawning, and soon after people started trickling out the door to stumble home, leaving Denki’s trashed living room behind them. It was time for you to wake sleeping beauty.

“Shouto, baby, wake up,” you said quietly, touching his face firmly to try and rouse him. “Come on, it’s time to leave.”

It took a few tries, but eventually Shouto lifted his head, the left side of his hair mussed from your shoulder. He looked dazed and confused and incredibly adorable.

“The films are over, baby, we’re in Denki’s house still so we need to go home,” you explained with a smile, hoping your explanation was simple enough to break through the haze of sleep.

“Okay,” Shouto replied simply, sliding off your lap and almost knocking into the coffee table. You laughed and stood up with him, linking your arms together and gathering any errant possessions you arrived with.

“We’re going to head home,” you waved goodbye at the few remaining people. “Thanks for hosting, Denki.”

“No worries! Thanks for coming, you two!” he grinned, waving back. “And thanks for providing the entertainment for the intermission.”

Mina, also drunk, giggled.

“Yes! That was the best bit of the night! You two are just too cute, I can’t even cope!”

You laughed a little, reminding yourself to do a damage assessment on the group chat before heading to bed that night.

“Bye guys!” you shouted over your shoulder as you and Shouto headed out of the front door.

The cold air of the night was jarring and seemed to clear the tried fog from Shouto’s mind.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep tonight, I apologise,” he said, squeezing your still linked arms together. “I know you were looking forward to tonight.”

“And I had a great time, Sho’, how could I not when you were cuddled up next to me, hmm? Not to mention you’ve been working so much recently, everybody knows your agency was spear-heading the serial killer case, no one was mad at you falling asleep.”

“That’s good. I didn’t realise I was so tired. I think I fell asleep during the first film.”

You laughed, unsure why he was admitting that like you didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep.

“Come one, let’s pick up the pace, I can hear our bed calling to us.”

“…”

“Calling what? Why would our bed-?”

“It’s just an expression, Sho.”

…

It was bliss when you were finally both tucked up in bed, the time on your phone reading a damning almost 4 AM. Shouto had fallen asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, still exhausted. You were more than ready to join him before you remembered that you needed to survey the damage on the group chat.

Clicking open your phone, you pressed one of the many notifications for the group chat and chuckled at the first picture to pop up. There were more photos on there than you’d expected, and the ones where you were glaring directly into the camera were pretty funny you had to admit.

You scrolled through the comments under those ones, enjoying some, rolling your eyes at others. Shinsou had sent several sings of emojis that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend, Uraraka sent gifs of people fainting from cuteness and Iida had rebuked everyone for posting that late and waking him up telling them all to go to bed.

Not that anyone listened of course. Denki even called him out as a ‘grandpa who couldn’t even put his phone on silent’.

You imagined that you’d get a second influx of comments when more of your old classmates woke up tomorrow, but for now, you were reaching the end of the unseen messages.

Then, right at the end where you least expected it, Midoriya had sent a single photo.

Somehow, he’d managed to get a candid photo of you and Shouto, where you were kissing the top of the sleeping omega’s head, the smile on your face clearly obvious in the photo. You also noticed for the first time that apparently Shouto had fallen asleep with one hand loosely gripped onto your shirt.

It was a beautiful picture.

You sent Midoriya a quick thank you message before saving the pic onto your phone and snuggling into bed with Shouto. Almost immediately, Shouto sleep shuffled into your arms, nuzzling his face into your chest, mumbling something incoherent before falling still once again.

Midoriya’s picture had captured you both so well… Maybe you should get it framed?

Yes, you closed your eyes and imagined it sitting on your bedside table, that sounded like a good idea.

#summer writing event #shouto #todoroki #reader insert #a/b/o #omegaverse #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #gn reader #alpha!reader #alpha x omega

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okeutocalma · 8 months

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Neko Shouto Todoroki × Male Magic Reader.

Quando um casal de humanos (dentre vários) resolveram ter filhos, a mãe da rainha que é uma bruxa cuidou da filha, e falou

" A cada ano, alguns deuses ou deusas vêm nessa terra, abençoar com um dom e imortalidade, as crianças que vão continuar seu legado , sendo os verdadeiros salvadores ou exterminadores da humanidade."

E como a bruxa falou, cada ano deuses/deusas desceram na terra.

A primeira criança, Lilith, foi abençoada por Afrodite (a deusa do amor), dando à criança uma bela aparência e uma facilidade para seduzir

Hestia( Deusa do fogo), deu à criança a manipulação do fogo, permitindo que ela criasse coisas mínimas a enormes com as chamas .

Thomas, a segunda criança, também abençoado pela deusa Afrodite , também o dando uma bela aparência e a facilidade para seduzir.

Ymir (A deusa e também criadora dos Titãs de guerra), deu à criança a habilidade de se transformar em um titã, e também deu a forma do titã fundador. Thor(Deus do trovão) , abençoou a criança dando a manipulação de seus raios.

[Nome] a última criança, também abençoado pela deusa Afrodite , também dando uma bela aparência e a facilidade para seduzir.

Poseidon( Deus dos mares e rios), deu a criança a manipulação das águas, podendo fazer um tsunami enorme, ou controlar a água do ar e fazendo o corpo de qualquer pessoa parar.

Hécate( Deusa da magia), deu a criança o dom para facilidade com magia, podendo aprender e controlar qualquer magia com extrema facilidade.

Nike ( A deusa da vitória), abençoou as crianças, com suas facilidade para manusear armas, e também abençoando as crianças com a vitória eterna, qualquer guerra, luta e etc...Os três sempre sairão vencedores.

Claro, não foi apenas essa família ter filhos "abençoados" pelos deuses...

Enji Todoroki, um homem ganancioso e babaca, um rei que destruiu seu reino e gastou todo o ouro.

Ele vendeu seu filho mais novo, Shouto Todoroki (que além de ter controle sobre fogo e gelo, também é um híbrido).

Para a família Lemberg... E assim Shouto Todoroki se tornou Noivo de [Nome] Lemberg.

Assim tudo começou ...

『••✎••』

— Eu não posso ir com eles, mãe. — Eu disse suavemente, minha voz falhando e minha garganta arranhando, o nó entalado se formando.

Um suspiro escapou de sua boca e ela veio se sentar ao meu lado, me puxando para seu peito como fazia quando eu era apenas uma criança inocente e infeliz.

Seus dedos correram pelos meus cabelos bicolores de uma maneira calmante, mas eu ainda estava tenso, no limite, minhas orelhas estavam abaixadas e minha cauda arrepiada.

— Eu sei que você não quer, meu filho … Eu também não desejo, mas seu pai já fez o acordo. Está gravado minha criança... Não há nada que eu possa dizer para fazê-lo mudar de ideia, Você sabe disso. — Ela admitiu, com lágrimas transbordando em seus próprios olhos.

Eu chorei no tecido de cetim de seu vestido enquanto ela me segurava, me sentindo sem esperança.

Como eu poderia deixar minha casa? Minha família ?! Ir para um local totalmente estranho… Eu não queria ser usado como algo que não sou!

A luz da lua entrou pela minha janela de treliça e soltei um suspiro quebrado, meu rosto inchado e tenso por causa de todas as lágrimas.

Mamãe saiu do quarto, limpando suas lágrimas que eu tenho certeza que talvez sejam falsas.

Foi então que deitei em minha cama, com súbita clareza, que percebi que esta seria a última noite que passaria em minha amada casa.

Meus olhos se fecharam enquanto meu peito apertava, pensamentos girando em minha cabeça enquanto eu caía no sono.

“Oh, pai, por que, oh, por que você fez esse acordo? Por que me vendeu? Eu lhe odeio velho maldito!”

「• • •」

O amanhecer de um novo dia chegou, os raios solares entrando pelas janelas e esquentando meu corpo coberto.

Chegou bem mais rápido do que eu gostaria e antes que eu percebesse, minha irmã estava me ajudando a me vestir.

Ela me ajudou a colocar meu terno, esconder minhas orelhas em meio aos meus cabelos e meu rabo.

Por fim, ela colocou uma gargantilha de diamante em meu pescoço, era a única jóia dela

Respirei fundo quando ela veio para ficar atrás de mim com as mãos nos meus ombros, um sorriso aparecendo em seu rosto.

— Você está absolutamente lindo irmão. — Ela sorriu e eu enviei a ela um pequeno sorriso triste de volta.

Ela era como uma segunda mãe para mim e eu a amava muito. Ela era minha família. E eu sabia que deixá-la seria o mais difícil de tudo. Eu me virei e a abracei, meus braços envolvendo seu corpo frágil.

— Oh irmã! Eu gostaria que você pudesse vir comigo. Para que eu pudesse pelo menos ter um rosto familiar… — Eu suspirei, enterrando meu rosto em seu pescoço, os finos fios brancos que haviam caído de seu coque roçando meu rosto.

「• • •」

Lentamente, fiz meu caminho pelo corredor de pedra, minha mão estendendo-se para roçar as pontas dos dedos nas pedras que imediatamente começaram a congelar.

Seria a última vez que eu andaria por esses corredores, conhecendo a sensação das paredes.

Soltei um suspiro baixo, cansado e ansioso enquanto eu dava os últimos passos pelo corredor antes de seguir para a porta da frente.

Uma das últimas servas de minha mãe veio até mim e colocou um casaco de pele sobre meus ombros antes que eu fosse gentilmente empurrado para fora da porta da frente.

O vento frio estava cortando enquanto açoitava meu rosto, soprando fios de meu cabelo para trás. Meus pais estavam esperando por mim ao lado de fora.

A única irmã que sobrou nesse reino foi Fuyumi, Touya fugiu e se casou com Shigaraki… Natsuo? Em algum prostíbulo comendo alguma mulher.

Aqueles homens - os cavaleiros do reino Lemberg - estavam montados em seus cavalos esperando por mim.

O príncipe para que fui vendido, [Nome], me olhou de cima a baixo, quase como se nunca tivesse visto um Híbrido antes.

Agora que reparei, minhas orelhas se levantaram e minha cauda balançava de maneira lenta atrás de mim.

Foi ele , [Nome] quem fez esse negócio que me envolvia. E isso me fez pensar: por que ele deseja me possuir? O que eu era bom para ele? Eu não tinha muito conhecimento mágico.

Eu não serviria como escravo para o trabalho. Mas pelo que entendi, ele havia feito o mesmo com um padre - levou-o só porque sim.

[Nome] tinha uma bela pele amarronzada, uma tintura ao redor dos olhos, a pasta escura tornando seus olhos muito mais azuis.

Seus longos cabelos azuis escuros aparentemente estavam amarrados.

Eu me perguntava como ele não sentia frio, afinal sua roupa não era apropriada para o inverno rigoroso.

O Lemberg estava observando atentamente com seus olhos azuis brilhantes.

Eu estava sendo ajudado a subir em seu cavalo. Ele me sentou na frente dele, seus braços envolvendo minha cintura para não me deixar cair, estranhamente gostei de seu toque e como a suas mãos envolveram minha cintura por um breve momento.

Senti um pouco de desconforto com a proximidade de um estranho e o frio, escutei uma risada baixa dele perto da minha nuca fazendo-me arrepiar e logo senti como se um grande cobertor quentinho me cobrisse.

"Magia."

Eu soltei um ronronar satisfeito e me aconcheguei.

— Você é bastante belo, sua cauda é quentinha.

Com sua fala eu me virei levemente e percebi minha cauda enrolada em seu forte braço.

O cavalo relinchou e, com um último aceno para meu pai, o Lemberg passou as mãos sobre a crina do cavalo e ele partiu a galope.

Olhei para trás uma última vez, a única casa que eu conhecia desaparecendo na distância.

#leitor masculino #male reader #fanfic #imagine #dom reader #alpha reader #boku no hero academia #shouto todoroki #neko #touya todoroki #enji todoroki #dabi todoroki #rei todoroki #contrato #vendas

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bkdk-fan4ever · 9 months

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Accidental (But Not Detrimental) by CookieThife

Shouto didn’t register someone standing in front of him until he took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet scent of caramel and food. It was an odd combination and he felt vaguely soothed by it. He looked up and saw Katsuki, shoving a bowl of curry rice under his nose.

aka Shouto doesn't understand what it means to be part of a pack. He is thoroughly educated.

#ao3 bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #midoriya izuku #bnha fanfic recs #bnha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #alpha!bakugou katsuki #omega!midoriya izuku #alpha!todoroki shouto

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i-love-shoutoko-so-much · 1 year

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NEW SEROROKI FIC!

Hello, world! I am back writing BNHA ship fanfictions!

I finally manage to finish and post my last Seroroki fanfic that I started... In September?!!! In my defense, I had a big thing to solve so I needed to stop writing (I mean, I still tried some words some days). ANYWAY, here we go!

Chapter 12: SERO/TODOROKI - Together by chance and forever

Summary: After running away from home with no plan in mind, the omega, Shouto, gets help from Sero, an alpha who is the complete opposite of his father.

READ IT HERE!

It had been hours since Shouto wandered non-stop. His legs ached, his mouth was dry and his stomach was begging for food. But he had no way to satisfy his needs. He ran away from home with only the clothes on his back. At least the night was warm. Dark, lonely and scary, but warm.

He didn't know what time it was, but he knew it was quite late, as he hardly saw people on the street. Even most of the bars were closed or not very busy. Not that Shouto felt any comfort in the ones that were working. On the contrary, he wanted as much distance from drunk people as possible. Being so pitiful – and being an omega, to top off his unhappiness –, he would be an easy target.

Nearly tripping over his own feet, Shouto allowed himself to stop for the first time since leaving home. He leaned against a wall of a closed shop and tried not to think about the pain in his feet and stomach and head. His eyes fluttered shut for a second, but he straightened up with a start, having the impression he almost fell asleep on the spot.

Maybe it was time to find a place to rest. He knew there were homeless shelters in town, but he had no idea where they were. And at that time of night, who knows if I'd get a spot? And even if he did, would it be safe to sleep there with a bunch of strangers?

A shiver went up his spine, and Shouto crouched down, dragging his half-red, half-albino hair on the wall. Despair, fear and weariness seemed to pull him down, and he wanted to curl up and cry. Not that it would help in any way, he reminded himself. He had to get up and keep going, he couldn't show any sign of regret at finally being freed from the hell that was his home. Or rather, his father.

Just thinking about his old man, Shouto gained strength to get back on his feet. He wanted to get as far away from him as possible. Even if he had to cross the entire country walking. Before he took the next step, however, a new chill hit him when he heard joyful voices:

"What's up, pretty thing?"

Shoto slowly turned around, casting a cold stare at the three approaching men, even though his instincts screamed for him to run.

"What's a cute omega like you doing out here alone at this time of night?"

The men smelled of alcohol and drugs, they were thin like Shouto himself, and two of them, a little taller. The omega began calculating what his chances were in a fight.

“If you don't have a place to go, you can stay with us, cutie. We can have a very nice night…”

Shouto didn't let him finish talking. As soon as one of the men tried to put an arm around his shoulder, he grabbed him and punched him in the face hard enough to knock him to the ground.

“Hey!” The other two shouted and tried to hold him back, but Shouto dodged to one side and tripped him. On the third, Shoto grabbed his arms and kicked his private parts without hesitation.

The first one, however, returned to the attack, this time, taking a small penknife from his pocket.

“Looks like we're going to have to teach you manners, little omega.”

Shouto growled, cautiously backing away. He hated being reminded of his second gender. He wanted to rip those people's tongues out so they would never refer to him that way again. However, he began to worry more about getting out of this mess in one piece. His brief hesitation gave the others time to also recover and arm themselves.

Now it wasn't just his instincts that begged him to run.

“Come on, pretty boy. Be good and we won't hurt you, okay?”

As if he was going to hand himself over like that, Shouto snorted before turning around and running desperately. The men shouted after him, but the boy did not check how far away they were. He just moved his legs as fast as he could, knowing how futile his attempt to save himself was, but being unable to just surrender.

He turned a corner at full throttle and saw someone getting on a bus. His eyes gleamed with hope, knowing he could escape if he managed to get into there, but his world spun when his shirt was grabbed, and he was yanked backward, bumping, falling, and rolling across the floor with one of his pursuers.

He felt a cut on his arm, but he couldn't care less. He got on top, but was soon grabbed by the other two and pressed against a wall. One hand tightened around his neck and the other pointed the knife at his face.

“Why did you have to run away from us, pretty thing? Do you want us to cut you up so badly? We can add a few more scars to that cute little face of yours.”

Shouto was paralyzed. Although his hands were free, he couldn't react. He couldn't scream. But even if he could, who would listen?

“ARGH!” One of the men was hit by something and fell on top of the one threatening Shouto. The switchblade scraped across his nose and cheek and onto the floor with the drunks and a backpack.

In the next second, Shoto was pulled from the wall and to behind the broad, protective back of an alpha. His presence was aggressive and exuded in droves, accompanied by a low growl.

“You better get out of here now, you cowards. I just called the police and there's a battalion two blocks away, so they should be here any minute. You know what they do to molesters in jail?”

The three guys staggered to their feet and faced each other hesitantly. The police threat worked, as the man who had the switchblade pointed at Shouto a minute ago snorted in exasperation and backed away, calling his friends with him. The other two didn't look happy, but they also turned and walked away muttering to each other.

The alpha in front of Shoto only stopped growling when he lost sight of them. He ran a hand through the hair that covered the back of his neck and sighed deeply, his shoulders slumped, as if they were lifted by the tension before, and he turned around with a worried smile.

“Are you okay?”

Shouto's legs gave out.