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[gojotenshi]

No one should have found out that she was an omega, least of all the crown prince of Yuei.

But Izuku Midoriya was smart.

With two other lives on the line, Lia made the choice of accepting the deal given by the prince - her submission for his secrecy.

It should have been an easy arrangement, if not for the group of homicidal maniacs that had been using omegas as a bartering coin in order to take over the kingdom and the prince’s penchant for wanting more than she was willing to give.

Fate was just one big joke, was it not?

Chapter Two - every little lie gives me butterflies

a/n: kind of wanted to finish chapter four before posting this one here but that hasn't happened. this one is also a huge chapter and just thank you so much if you read it. Not beta'd

wc: 14858

warnings: omegaverse, alpha!izuku, spanking, fingering, hairpulling, manhandling, coercion, blackmail, general foul language, manipulative behavior, dubcon, omegaverse dynamics, omegaverse based sexism.

chapter 1

Lia was uncomfortable.

Which was kind of funny having into account that Izuku wasn’t doing anything, wasn’t even looking at her. But his presence was like a looming threat hanging over her head. One that she couldn’t ignore even if the sun was high on its perch and she doubted he would ever let the cheery facade slip when someone could catch him. The castle’s library was just next to the hall of records, and it was her territory in a way. Nezu had left her in charge when he had left for his mission, and it had made her feel so proud. Because the older man had trusted her, had thought her more than capable of handling the state of affairs while he was gone.

Maybe the prince was only there for a book, after all, he had made his way through the shelves and stacked books and was trying to find something. Lia should have approached him, should have helped him find whatever he was looking for because that was exactly the job of the library’s handler. Instead, she had ignored that he had even entered the large room and chose to focus on the book in front of her.

Or she would have if she could focus on the words instead of the scent of him, subdued in his contentment. Pine, leather and thunderstorms. It swirled in the air, wrapped around her like a cloak, soothing in a way that she couldn’t explain, really didn’t care to pin point, really. It would just give her a headache to wonder why his scent was so pleasant, why she couldn’t ignore it the same way she did for the rest of them.

Crown prince Izuku Midoriya was a menace.

One that had taken his pleasure and left her unfulfilled in the cold floor and claimed it was punishment. She had been so out of sorts that the thought of finishing herself off hadn’t even crossed her mind. It was a moment of weakness that she would be sure to repeat because if she didn’t… If she didn’t Ochako and Mina would suffer. They would get their lives thrown into disarray, the same lives they had fought over.

Ochako was up for another promotion soon, Lia was sure of it. Mina was flourishing so well under Aiwaza’s care, probably could finish up her apprenticeship soon after he was back from the diplomatic mission. How could Lia be selfish and put their efforts on the line? As betas they had the world in the palm of their hands, as omegas they would have been relegated to a private wing of someone’s estate. Even if the League hadn’t gone to Mei to search for them, being married off and hidden away was just the fate of her designation.

They were either wives or whores, there was no in between. Seemed like that rang very true in her case, after all, she was getting payment for sexual services. It just happened that the payment was silence and the service had been coerced, but hey, who was going to be bitter over it?

Lia was. So very bitter.

Her book was closed and she raised from the table near the window, the sun had warmed her skin but now it was time to actually do some work instead of ignoring Izuku… She paused, green eyes zeroing in the last space she had seen the prince in and finding it empty. Had he given up on looking for his book? But… His scent was still heavy in the air, in a way that told Lia that he hadn’t actually left the room, so where was he?

“I knew you had noticed me.” It was like she had been doused in cold water, muscles clenching suddenly, head turning so quickly she almost sprained her neck. Izuku was looking very pleased by her reaction, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the side of one of the shelves closest to her.

Silence met him, not because she didn’t want to speak but because blood was still rushing to her ears, heart on her throat at the fright he had just given her. Fucking menace.

“You don’t need to look like you saw a ghost.” Still that pleased drawl, it did manage to shake Lia out of her stupor, breath coming in a harsh huff.

“I saw a prince that has no qualms in sneaking his way around a room.”

Izuku tilted his head to the side, grinned at her as if she hadn’t just tried to insult him, as badly constructed as it had been. “Your attention just slipped, you do that sometimes you know. Get lost in your thoughts.”

Maybe she did. The brunette had quite a lot to think about, before it had been about getting her part of the ingredients for the concoction, making sure she acted like a beta and not an omega, get information on the League and try to think of a plan of attack. Now she had to add the fact that she had to keep an affair with the prince under wraps, the thoughts swirling inside her head about the possible situations he could put her in. Worst of all, she was going to have to lie to her friends about it. No way in hell was she going to tell Ochako and Mina that the crown prince was blackmailing her, she didn’t want to be accomplice in a murder attempt. Or worse yet, she didn’t want to have her friends giving up their lives so they could go to another town, one where the prince wasn’t as sharp.

“Do you want my attention in a public place, your highness?”

His reply was quick and sure. “Yes.”

Her mouth opened in surprise, eyes blinking before she caught herself. “Well, I can’t give it without making it seem strange I’m suddenly very close to the crown prince.”

Izuku did seem to mull that over. “I already spend enough time inside the library and hall of records, no one will think it weird that I started to get to better know the handler.” That was true. Nezu had once told her about all the regulars, the crown prince had been a proud mention. Lia had found out later that Nezu had started his tenure in the castle as the young princes’ tutor, only after they were grown up and found themselves lacking the need for teachings did the job of handler fall on his hands.

So yes, the prince did spend an awful amount of time in the library and hall of records. And with his propension to use moonclover to hid his scents, Lia had no doubts that she probably had thought herself alone the many times she had snuck up to read about the League.

“Nezu is the handler, your highness. I’m simply his helper.”

“Semantics.” He stuck his tongue out at her, which made her gasp in outrage, earning Lia a chuckle from the prince. How childish of him. “Though if you were just a helper, Nezu wouldn’t even have bothered to have you watch over both rooms, you know?”

She did. It didn’t matter because she wasn’t going to let him think he was getting away with his wills away from the cover of darkness and privacy. They were in the library, he could very well go spar if he wanted some attention. Or maybe he could go to the kitchen or laundry place, the maids there would certainly fawn over the alpha.

A soft sigh passed her lips “Fine, you have my attention, your highness. Which book were you looking for?”

That did spur him into action, feet moving until he was back on his previous spot, fingers tracing the spines. “I know there was a book about fire based quirks around here somewhere.”

“Oh.” His green eyes met hers, and Lia looked away in a guilty manner. It wasn’t like she had done anything wrong, really, anyone was free to request any books to take home as long as they were delivered safe and sound. It just happened that she had the one book that he had been looking for in her private chambers. The omega licked her lips and crossed her arms over her chest “You’ll have the book tomorrow, your highness.”

“Today.” He narrowed his gaze at her before that jovial mask slipped right into place. “You can just go grab it! Where is it?”

“You’re not entering my room.” He would only stink up the place, and last thing Lia needed was for her room to smell of leather, pine and lightening, that was for sure. It was bad enough that she seemed to find his scent in most of the places she frequented, let alone if he decided to scent anything while inside.

“I’ve been inside before, you really should have a better lock.” His amused voice had her shaking in anger. Lia had forgotten that the damn prince had violated her private space before, had seen her research, had made sure she couldn’t make his accusations sound like fairy tales. Lia opened her mouth to tell him off when he continued “Anyway, all I asked was for you to get it. I didn’t say I was going to go with you.”

Her rage didn’t die down fully, but it went from flames to embers. “I’m working, your highness. Besides that, I still haven’t finished up the book.” If his interest in it was anything like hers had been, well, he could wait a day or two for it to reach his hands. The League had attacked just five days ago, they still had to get rid of the omega they had kidnapped and then plan their next attack.

And the fact was that there hadn’t been no new registrations for unmated omegas since the last attack. And having into account that designation was rare as it was, well, it may very well be a couple of months before a new chance presented itself.

He seemed to ponder on that for what felt like a minute, and Lia was about to press him when he finally relented much to her surprise “Alright.” It seemed like such an easy thing, such a quick cave in. There had to be something coming, right? That wasn’t as surprising. “I’ll meet you later and we’ll share the book.”

Her mouth opened and closed, once, twice, thrice before Lia actually felt like she could talk instead of sputtering non sense. “Your highness, coming to my quarters during the night is highly improper.” If anyone saw him, her reputation would go up in flames.

Even if it was innocent. Even if she didn’t have their deal hanging over her head. Even if she wasn’t an omega in hiding. And the thing was… Lia didn’t trust him not to abuse having her in the privacy of her room. He had to be planning something, had to be scheming behind that sweet smile.

“I would offer mine, but I think you’d be even more opposed to that.” Was that mirth on his tone? God, Lia wanted to smack him across the head. Lia didn’t want him inside her room, didn’t want his scent on her precious space, not when it would only make it harder for her to differentiate between what she was feeling.

“The same room as before.” If he wasn’t going to drop it, she was going to make sure that they would be as far away from prying eyes as possible. And that little room was perfect.

No one had ever come across her and her friends before Izuku had confronted her. And no one had seen her leave after he had fucked her mouth and cum down her throat. Her traitor of a body heated at the memory, of the phantom weight of him on her tongue.

The prince seemed delighted by her giving up, smile becoming a touch more genuine, as if he really hadn’t expected her to actually compromise. It wasn’t like Lia had a choice, did she?

“Are you hiding a nest?”

No, she did have a choice.

“You know what, your highness?” her voice was dripping with barely contained fury “You can see that book in two days time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have records to sort through.”

Lia took a few steps away from him before his words stopped her “So it is a nest.”

One, two, three… She worked on keeping her breathing even, counting until ten as she breathed in and out, slowly. Why was he being so insistent about that? “No, I don’t have a nest.” He seemed disappointed for a couple of seconds before he perked up again.

“Is it because you just don’t care for them or is it because of whatever you use to keep your scent under control? And you still haven’t told me exactly how that works.” The brunette let out a hiss, feet taking her in the opposite direction she had been heading so she could tug at his wrist.

“Can you not be so loud.” Green eyes looked down at her small fingers on his skin, making her let go of his arm like it had burned her. Maybe it had. Her fingers felt like they had found themselves touching something quite warm, tingles still shooting up her arm. Such a strange reaction.

He didn’t seem to be affected, though, so she guessed it had something to do with him being an alpha. Lia didn’t really make it a habit of touching random alphas, which meant that she had no bases of comparison. Though it could also be his quirk, couldn’t it? The green lightening that powered him up resting under the skin and turning him into a human version of a static magnet.

“You don’t have to worry so much, no one’s around.” Izuku laughed, free and light, like he didn’t have a care in the world. Which was the whole thing wasn’t it? The prince didn’t have to worry about shady deals and secrets, of keeping his identity a secret, of holding onto every scrap that life threw your way. Someone born with a silver spoon on their mouths could never understand the dangers of having to fight for a place. Not only was he the crown prince of Yuei, he was also an alpha, life was a sea of roses for him.

“I have to worry twofold, for me and for you.” Her head fell back, green eyes settling on the domed ceiling as if she was staring at the night sky, full of constellations and beauty. But no, the sun was still shining through the windows and Lia could see the white paint peeling in one of the corners. She was tired, it was like when Ochako had started to train her quirk, when she would float her friends. It was that same sensation of gravity taking hold of her body again, the sudden weight pulling her to earth. It was off putting and cold.

Suddenly his face was on her field of vision, chest pressing against the top of her head and his hands coming to rest on her hips. It was an oddly intimate position. It brought some semblance of warmth back into her bones.

“I think you’re putting too much on your shoulders.”

A snort escaped her “You can’t be serious, right?”

“I am.” His voice held some sort of finality, as if he was fully expecting her to be quiet and take his words as law. It might as well have been as he continued without allowing her to counter. “You’ve been acting as if you have no one to confide in, but you have your friends don’t you?”

Lia let her head fall back into pace so he couldn’t see the guilt in her eyes, the feeling that was growing inside of her with every word that fell from his lips. Yes, she could have told Ochako and Mina. Could have told them she had been studying the League, trying to get information into every single one of its members. That she was planning to construct a trap to catch them. That she would be using herself as bait.

But then they would want to participate. They would want to leave the lives they had built behind to aid her. They would have destroyed all the hard work just to support her. And Lia would not allow her friends to give up on their lives, couldn’t allow them to sacrifice themselves when only one would be more than enough. All Lia had to do was get close enough to their shadows. Shigaraki would be ideal with his decay quirk, but Dabi would work as well with the strength of his blue flames. It was crazy and dangerous and she would never ask that of her friends.

Never.

“Stop trying to get more ammunition for your blackmail.” Lia swallowed her guilt, buried it deep inside of her, arms crossing over her chest as a way to keep him away. It didn’t work, not when he pulled her even closer, back glued to his front as his hands kept her in place. If she was honest, she didn’t know if she’d have the strength to pull away from his comfort even if they weren’t.

There was frustration on his tone when he spoke again. “You have to trust someone eventually.”

She did. Lia trusted OChako and Mina, so much. They were her friends, her sisters, she would do anything for the two omegas. Even if that meant lying and keeping secrets. Even if it meant that she wasn’t going to allow them to accompany her in what could very well be a suicide mission.

With effort, and horrifyingly, with a whine from the omega inside, the brunette pulled away from the alpha, green eyes closing as she breathed out a soft sigh. At her endless silence, Izuku spoke again. “Some secrets are heavy if carried alone.”

Those words brought her attention back to him, he wasn’t just spewing words, she could feel it in her bones. The way that they seemed to ring heavy with truth, as if he was quite experienced in holding secrets. What a strange idea. That the crown prince would have secrets, would need to hide anything when his life was picture perfect. He could have anything he wanted with a snap of his fingers or a pretty word.

“Some secrets are deadly if spoken aloud.” Lia countered softly, fingers digging into her own arms as they clenched.

Izuku opened his mouth to speak, the doors to the library burst open with a resounding crash that had her startled.

“Deku.” It was a growl, and there was the sound of tiny explosions that made her worry about anything catching onto the books. But what could that mean? The prince didn’t seem as surprised or worried as she was. There was the scent of burning wood and salted caramel, thick and heavy in the air. Alpha, her mind supplied, not interested, but wary.

“Kacchan, you’re back!” his smile was pleased, his eyes held the same feeling, but there was apprehension there as well.

Lia turned to look at the newcomer, recognizing the blonde spiky hair and murderous scowl from the tales Nezu had told her about. Katsuki Bakougo, second in line to the throne, Izuku’s brother. So the explosions had been his quirk setting off, which she still didn’t understand why having into account he should be more than heavily in control of them.

“Yeah, you can bet your ass I’m back.” Crimson eyes didn’t even look her way as he stalked towards his brother, his frame larger than Izuku’s in width, but they were the same height. It just seemed like the blonde had more intent on bulking up muscle than the crown prince had. Or maybe Izuku’s body just wasn’t made for such muscle mass. They were still there under his skin though, she had been able to feel them through his pants when her hands had laid on his thighs that night. “Five fucking months touring the country while your ass was here playing perfect little prince.”

Izuku caught the fist coming to his face as if he had been expecting the attack, as if it was normal occurrence for him to be attacked by his brother. “I take it that it was boring? I thought you would have liked to spar with Shoto.”

A snort came from Katsuki, fist opening and clutching at Izuku’s hand before he was letting out an explosion that had Lia’s eyes widening and a wince leaving the green haired prince. That must have hurt, his glove ruined, some bits of melted leather sticking to the red skin.

“Fucking half and half didn’t even bother to leave his fucking room, claimed he was out with a cold.” Green lightening sparked on Izuky’s legs as he dodged the next attack by jumping away from his brother, fingers already getting rid of his gloves, and she couldn’t help but notice the scars that lined them. The crown prince rarely took his gloves off when he wasn’t sparring, and even that was a rare occasion if his brother wasn’t present. And having into account the three omegas had arrived just after the blonde had left for his diplomatic mission, well, there had never been such occasion before. And when he had taken them the other day, Lia had been more preoccupied with other parts of his anatomy to even focus on his hands.

The sound of another explosion took her out of her thoughts, green eyes going wide as large hands dripped with fireworks, singing the wood floor beneath. Fuck, Katsuki could burn the entire place to the ground if any of the explosions caught into one of the thousands of books that littered the space. Dry paper was the perfect kindling.

“Did you at least wish for a good recovery?” Izuku laughed as he dodged another punch, this one leaving a sizeable ring on the floor, making the omega pale. Why wasn’t the crown prince stopping his brother? Oh God, this was routine for the two of them, wasn’t it?

“’Course I did. Do you think I’m fucking dumb?” red eyes narrowed at green, shoulders being pushed back as the blonde approached his brother with quick strides. Katsuki’s fingers clenched and unclenched, and still Izuku held still with that same pleased smile in his lips.

“Nah, kacchan, I just know that you punch first and ask questions after.” It was a good humored jab that made the blonde huff in frustration.

“Yeah, yeah.” Another wiggle of his fingers and more mini explosions. Lia took a deep breath, shoulders tense as she approached the duo from behind. Izuku’s back was to the large windows, the light streaming in catching perfect shadows on the ground. Pale fingers reached out to touch the blackness on the ground, a second rang, then another and finally, Lia felt the weight of Katsuki’s body.

It was harder to control a living being, like a game of tug of war, both sides pulling. She had the advantage of his obvious disregard for her presence, his complete and utter surprise at the invisible strings coiling on him.

“Enough.” She ground out, sweat beading on her forehead at the pure effort of holding him still. He felt like a rabid animal in her senses, one that would maul her if left to his devices. “You’re going to start a fire.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Izuku’s amusement was clear on his tone, and if Lia didn’t have to concentrate hard on keeping his brother from moving a muscle, she certainly would have thrown him a glare of disbelief. Now was not the time to joke about things like that.

“What. The. Fuck.” A strong pull on her senses, a gasp falling from her lips as energy drained from her rapidly. Katsuki was strong and wild and fuck, she did not want to know what he would do when she let go of him.

“Kacchan say hi to Lia Castro, Nezu’s assistant.” The brunette blinked as the blonde actually moved his head to look at her, fuck, her grip was slipping and he was staring at her with the intent to murder front and center on his eyes. “Shadow puppeteering, isn’t it a cool quirk? I’ve only seen her use it on inanimate objects before, but I did think that she could use it on people too.”

Wait, he hadn’t been sure she could have used it on him and still he had been careful about it? How did his brain work? Where was he hiding all that brain power?

“Fucking let go of me.” Katsuki really didn’t have the tongue of a prince, did he? Lia had seen sailor’s with cleaner mouths than him. Her attention slipped for a second, enough that he could turn her way before the brunette was taking control of his body again. She didn’t know if the turn of her stomach was from her use of her quirk or from dread. “You can’t hold me forever, and when you fucking let go, I’m going to end your pitiful existence. Who the fuck do you think you are using your quirk on me?”

“Kacchan.” Izuku’s voice held a warning, but the blonde ignored it as if it was a mere whisper.

“I’m the fucking prince and you’re…” suddenly his weight wasn’t holding her down anymore, for a second, Lia thought that her quirk had finally whizzed out, that Katsuki would be charging towards her. Instead, it hadn’t been her quirk failing.

The sound of shattering glass was loud and suddenly there wasn’t a shadow beneath her fingers. There was only Izuku’s shape in front of the broken window “Ah, he’s going to be pissed.” It was said in such a nonchalant way that the brunette couldn’t help but blink, tentative steps taking her to the alpha’s side.

She peered over the edge, looking at the growling form of the blonde alpha on the ground “You threw him out of the window.” Another blink of her aqua eyes before they widened as it seemed Katsuki was getting ready to jump to the second floor once more. Shouldn’t he be hurt? It had been quite the fall.

A red haired male tackled and distracted him, and relief flooded her senses as he was further distracted by another group of people making their way to him, calling out his name.

“I would avoid him for a while.” Izuku’s voice was soft, and when Lia looked at him, his eyes were on her.

“Probably for the best.” Her skin felt tight, flesh so heavy on her bones. She had forgotten how straining it was to actually take control of something that would try and pull away from her control. If the prince hadn’t thrown his brother out of the window, her grip would have faltered in the next seconds, and she didn’t doubt that Katsuki would do well with his promises. “I… Thank you?”

“Is that a question?” there he was again. Amusement back in his tone, as if his brother hadn’t attacked him as a greeting, as if he hadn’t stopped him from attacking her.

“No?” Ah, she was too tired to play his games. “It’s just that you didn’t have to do that, he’s your brother after all.”

“How much longer until your quirk would have hit its limit?” he asked instead of supplying her with further information, she bit her lip and looked away.

“I don’t know.” It was an honest answer.

He didn’t seem pleased by it “You don’t even know the limits of your own quirk?”

Lia pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath because… well, because he was right. The brunette had no clues how long she could hold a living being under her control, hadn’t even trained her quirk after the experimentation period. How was she supposed to control someone in the League when she couldn’t even handle having Katsuki still for more than a minute, maybe a minute and a half?

“I’ll take that as a no.” His green eyes returned to his brother’s frame, half hidden by the group of friends that was obviously happy to have him back. Lia didn’t really see the appeal from the few moments she had spent with the second in line. “Kacchan doesn’t hold back for anyone. He would have gone after your throat for stopping him.”

That did not sound good at all. Yeah, Lia would really be avoiding the blonde like the plague if she could help it.

“What was I supposed to do? He was exploding left and right! A spark and the whole library would go up in flames.”

Izuku smiled then “I didn’t say you were wrong in stopping him, just… reckless. Father is going to be pissed we ruined the window again.”

“Again.” A pause as she remembered his words from before. “You also said it wouldn’t be the first time he started a fire.”

His smile was so charming and young, freckles dotting his cheeks in the most attractive of ways, her heart gave a pause before lurching back to life. “Wouldn’t be the first time we’d have to replace invaluable tomes because Kacchan couldn’t control his temper.”

Lia could definitively see that. Leather boots crunched glass as Izuku approached the broken window, stepping onto the ledge, green lightening once again sparkling around his legs. “I better go to him before he comes up.” His smile turned from charming to teasing “See you tonight, kitten.”

She didn’t have time to chide him about the nickname before he was taking a step forward, letting himself fall from the second floor and onto the ground. Laughter boomed from underneath the window alongside yells coming from the second in line.

“Ah, they’re fighting again.” For the third time that day, Lia was startled out of her skin. At least Nezu was a good surprise. He was back on his animal form, a large amalgamation of animal traits, largely of the rodent variety.

“They do that a lot?”

A nod of his head “Yes, quite frequently. Rather, I think prince Katsuki is quite annoyed his brother holds the win against him. Most of their fights end in draws, you see?”

She could see that. Izuku could be frightening with his quirk from what Ochako had told her, words whispered in the barracks about the crown prince being an absolute beast when it came to hand to hand combat. And then there was Katsuki with his temper and explosions, the brunette could definitively see him demolishing his opponents with a smile on his lips.

“I would have liked them to be more mindful of the property though.” Nezu sighed with a sigh before turning on his heel. “Nevertheless, put me up to date on the state of the library and hall of records, Miss Castro. I would like to know how things went in my absence.” He paused and looked at the glass littering the floor “We should also gather a broom and dustpan.”

“Of course, Sir.” Lia smiled at Nezu, though there was a lingering glance out of the window, towards the two figures running through the grounds, coming together from time to time to connect attacks. For a second, Lia had the weird thought that Izuku had thrown Katsuki out of the window to protect her from his wrath.

A laugh fell from her lips at the thought, Nezu’s dark eyes watching her curiously but not commenting. Of course the prince hadn’t done it for her, he probably only wanted to maintain his brother’s attention on whatever they had going on.

Shaking herself, she followed her superior towards the servant passages, where they could find some cleaning tools for the glass.

✧ — ⋆ — ✧

“I told you had to train your quirk.” Ochako looked cute pouting, round cheeks made rounder by the pursing of her lips. Lia sighed and swung her legs in time with the slow beating of her heart, sitting on top of the fence that separated the training grounds from the path to the castle.

Mina tilted her head to the side, bent over at her side, elbow on the flat surface “Ah, babe, we told you it would come to bite you in the ass.”

Tales of the broken window had been diffused through the castle quicker than Lia would have wanted. It seemed that everyone was keen on knowing exactly why the second in line had been thrown out of a second story window, and it seemed that Katsuki didn’t have any qualms in telling them. It usually was accompanied by some kind of threat against her person, something that had the maids giggling and her friends worried. So it seemed like the blonde could hold a grudge, uh…

“You know I don’t feel right using it.” The brunette guessed it could have been worse, after all, she could actually take away someone’s mind. Instead, it was like she hijacked the body. It felt exactly like playing marionettes. She had thought of using it on Izuku out of desperation. She had used it on Katsuki to prevent the library from being destroyed. Still, neither held a deep pleasure inside of her. Lia used her quirk out of necessity, not of want. “He’s kind of right being upset, it is a horrible thing to impose on anyone.”

Ochako huffed out a breath, fingerpads connecting together so she could release the ten rocks she had been floating above them. They fell to the ground with a resounding thud, dirt being kicked into the air as they lodged deep into it. “You speak as if you’ll use it for evil.”

“It has the possibility for that.” What if she was weak? What if she suddenly found herself with loose morals and desperation?

“You’ve only used it on sentient beings in self defense. It’s you, Lia, you can’t do what you aren’t wired for.” Mina’s voice was soft, body scooting over so she could lean her head against her arm, giving the brunette some comfort. Omegas were overall very tactile beings, and close proximity had always soothed her.

They both watched as Ochako touched every single rock once more, lips pressed together as she concentrated. Nothing happened, which meant that she was getting better in delaying the effects of her quirk. Mina continued “The prince seems unhinged. Kinda funny, really. I mean, if you aren’t on the end of his rage, I guess.” She stuck her tongue out “What would you have done if prince Izuku hadn’t thrown him out of the window?”

“Died?” a stifled laugh, but one born of desperation.

“Not an option, babe.” Slowly the rocks started to drift upward. “If you don’t want to use your quirk, fine. But you have to learn some sort of self defense. You can’t keep hiding away in your books and think they will magically protect you.”

“I hate when you’re right.” Lia had to hold herself on the fence as Mina pushed her with a laugh. “I know I should have learned a few tricks, it’s just that…” she had thought more about research than battle “I just am not good at it.”

“You may be bad at battling, but what about evasion?” Ochako touched her chest before jumping, the added weightlessness allowing her to reach the rocks floating above them. She had enough momentum to kick one into a nearby tree, startling the birds away from their nests. “You just need to be able to escape. Running isn’t just for cowards, you know?”

She had never thought about it that way. Cold seeped into her limbs as she thought about the fact that she would be going against the League in the near future. How could she think she had a chance against them when the fact was that she didn’t even know how to use her own quirk efficiently. Lia wouldn’t have to still them, she wanted to actually puppeteer one of them into murdering the others. She was a hypocrite, wasn’t she? Thinking herself above the morality of her quirk when the fact was that she was planning to use it for nefarious purposes. Revenge wasn’t really a noble cause was it?

“I know.” Retreat was a tactic used to regroup, make new strategies, go back into the field with a new outlook. “I guess I just never thought much about it all. I mean, betas don’t really need self defense, you know?”

And omegas were never taught it.

“But they have the choice to get it.” Mina poked her side “We can teach you.”

“Yeah, between Mina and me you can certainly catch a few points.” Ochako landed on top of the fence before sitting down next to her “And then maybe we can ask one of the guys to spar with you just so you get a feel for an opponent that’s bigger than you.”

One by one, the rocks tumbled down to earth. Ah, delayed release. Ochako really was getting so good with her quirk. Lia couldn’t be prouder.

“I’d say Kirishima or Kaminari.” Mina supplied with a thoughtful hum. Lia didn’t know either of the two that her friend had mentioned, but she also didn’t really make it a thing to get acquainted with the guards or soldiers. She knew the scholars and most regular servants, but besides that she hadn’t really tried to meet the people around her. The lesser ties the better. It would already hurt like a bitch to leave her two best friends.

“Kaminari would be better, he’s…” Ochako struggled with a word, Mina supplied it for her.

“Dumb?”

“Dense, Mina. Don’t be mean.” Laughter bloomed between the friends, and Lia’s heart was suddenly full of love for them. Mina and Ochako were worried about her, wanted to make sure that she was safe. It was nice and warm and she couldn’t have asked for better people, could she?

“What? I’m just saying the truth.” Pink curls were fluffed and a tongue was stuck out, which brought another round of laughter.

Of course it had to be ruined.

“You!” Three pair of eyes followed the sound of the voice to its source. Prince Katsuki Bakougo was standing on the other side of the field, to his right there was that red haired man again. He had a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, as if that would prevent him from walking towards the trio.

Katsuki shrugged the hand off his shoulders, hands splayed wide behind him. Lia tilted her head in confusion before her eyes widened as he propelled himself forward with twin explosions, eating the distance between them in just a few seconds. He was seething with anger, scowl turning a face that would be quite handsome into something terrifying. “Do you think you can use your stupid quirk on whoever you want? On me?”

“Last time I checked, quirk usage was permitted.” Ochako tilted her head to the side and Lia almost wanted to tell her to not make herself a target. But her friend could handle herself much better than the brunette ever could, plus, she had a point.

Crimson eyes narrowed at her friend “So they suddenly don’t teach manners to the rabble?”

His friend finally reached them, shaking his head before waving a hand at her friends. “Oh hey, Uraraka, Ashido.”

“Kiri, you can’t tell me you’re friends with him.” Mina puffed her cheeks in a fake pout. Kiri? Was this the Kirishima they had been speaking about? He looked so relaxed, even with a fuming prince next to him.

“Don’t fucking ignore me!” Kirishima clapped Katsuki on the back with a laugh.

“C’mon, Bakougo, you can’t still be pissed she got the drop no you.” That was not the sanest thing to say to the prince when mere hours had passed since their encounter. So it had been a blow to his ego that she had sneaked on him, not that she had used her quirk. That… sort of made sense with what she knew of him so far. “When you fight Deku you pay no attention to your surroundings, I’ve told you that’s a really bad flaw.”

“Fucking shut up.” Katsuki growled, pushing his friend away before taking a few steps towards her, palms crackling with barely contained explosions. “I’m just going to teach her a little lesson. That’s all.” Kirishima shook his head “Gotta make her learn her place in the hierarchy, you know?”

“Ah, it’s your funeral.” A shrug of thick shoulders, body leaning against one of the bigger boulders on the ground. His red gaze was warm as he appraised the three girls near the fence. “You really should learn about your subjects before threatening their friends.”

Fitful confusion appeared on the blonde’s face “Uh? What the fuck you’re talking about?” Ochako moved faster than Lia had seen her move before, made her wonder if she had never deactivated her quirk on herself. One moment she was next to her, the next she was touching Katsuki’s chest, his body loosing balance as he panicked by the sudden lack of weight.

Ochako grinned at him before simply pushing him upward, giving him enough momentum to actually rise at an alarming speed. “What the fuck?” he tried to use his explosions to get back into the ground, but he miscalculated, used to gravity taking its toll on his body. Lia winced as Katsuki hit the ground with an awful crack, oh god, please let him be alive.

Cursing was a relief. He was scratched up and bleeding but fine, that meant that they couldn’t blame Ochako of murdering the second in line, good, that was good. Katsuki cleaned the trail of blood that came from the cut on his forehead, staring at the red liquid with a frown before his murdering intent was square on her friend. “What the fuck is wrong with you women?”

“From what Lia told us, you were going to end up burning the library down. And right now you were about to attack an unarmed civilian.” Mina was careful with her words, but there was still some sort of glee behind them. “All they did was stop a dangerous situation from escalating, something that the prince should be more aware of.”

“If you’re dying for a fight, I’m free tomorrow at ten in the morning.” Ochako smiled sweetly at the prince “Unless you just like attacking people when they least expect it.”

His gaze narrowed “You’re on, cheeks. Going to fucking wipe the floor with your face.” With that he turned and started walking on the opposite direction, Kirishima giving a wave at the three omegas before following his friend.

Lia waited until they were out of earshot to speak. “That was…”

“So cool!” Mina finished for her with a wide grin, Ochako returning the smile and hugging her friends. “’Chako, I really need to watch the two of you fight! Bet it’s going to be the fight of the century.”

Another laugh “I don’t know about that.” A pause as she looked at the way the prince and Kirishima had gone “Hey, guys, he has a really strong scent, doesn’t he?”

Lia sniffed the air, there were hints of wet earth and iron, salted caramel and burning wood, but nothing overpowering. His scent had been strong when they had been in the library, but in an open field like the training grounds, she hadn’t really noticed it.

“I guess.” The darker brunette finally said, it somehow seemed like doom. First it had been the strength of Izuku’s scent to her, the way it seemed to seep into her pores whenever he was near. Now it seemed that Ochako was having a similar reaction to the other alpha prince.

“Don’t you think it’s weird he smells sweet with a kick? I mean, he just seems so…” Mina waved her hand “Prickly?”

“Salted caramel and burnt wood… And he smells like the air after an explosion, that stillness, you know? Like you’re holding your breath and your ears are ringing.” Ochako frowned “Is that even a smell?”

Lia didn’t laugh “No more than lightening is.”

Mina looked between the two of them “Maybe I need to read more, I want to be poetic like the two of you.”

That did bring a laugh out of Ochako and Lia.

✧ — ⋆ — ✧

The day had already been warm, and the night had only taken its mantle. It was good that her room had a window that she could leave open for the air to pass through, lowering the temperature of the room by a couple of degrees. It wasn’t enough but it was something.

Lia closed the book she had been reading with a groan, wondering exactly why she was even bothering with it when it didn’t seem to hold any kind of clues to Dabi’s quirk. Most of it had been first hands account of the Todoroki royal family, a pure line of fire wielders before an ice quirk had been added to the mix. She had thought that she could have gotten some kind of knowledge of the quirk’s drawbacks, so much fire power had to have some kind of downside, but nothing really gave her a glimpse into what it might be.

What if he didn’t have a drawback? Was that even possible?

No, there had to be something that she was missing. A puzzle piece that would shed light on the enigma that was Dabi. After all, even Shigaraki with his Decay quirk, a busted one at that, had the drawback of never being able to fully touch another, wasn’t that right?

There had to be balance in the world, so every strength came with a weakness. She just needed to find what it was, and that wouldn’t happen if she kept reading details about the feats of a royal line that would rather murder someone than accept their weaknesses. Perfection was a damn high objective to strive for. But from the accounts on the book, that was all that was permitted.

A muffled thud, then the sound of leather boots on wood. Lia blinked, brain trying to comprehend that the sound hadn’t come from outside the door but just behind her. From the window.

Slowly, heart hammering on her throat, the brunette turned on her seat only to be met with the pleased features of Izuku Midoriya. The prince was straightening his clothes, the fabric probably rumpled from when he had fucking jumped to her window. His scent was absent, so she guessed he had taken moonclover before deciding to do a bit more of breaking and entering.

Fucking menace.

“You really should close your window, kitten.” His voice was barely a drawl, slow but still teasing, rolling over his tongue and down her body. It was silk and honey, unbelievable soft and sweet.

“I never had to worry about intruders before, your highness.” She scowled at him, or was it at herself? At the fact that he had such an effect, that he could make goosebumps raise on her body just from some simple words and hooded tone.

Izuku smiled at her, distance being quickly eaten up by his long legs, bringing him to lean against the desk she kept in the corner of the room, a simple wooden one that could have passed by a table if it wasn’t by the ink pot and various papers and books across it. And there were twin drawers in each side, bracketing her legs when she sat in front of it, drawers that were usually locked and filled with the research she had done on the League. Kept away from prying eyes even if she was the only one who frequented her room.

Well, at least she had been.

Until Izuku had broken into her room that was.

“Wrong title.” Two fingers tapped her cheek drawing a frown of confusion to her features, his laugh only making it worse. “Did you forget already? The deal.”

“How can I forget it?” her lips pursed into a pout, arms crossing over her chest, and it didn’t escape her notice how his eyes dipped to the way her breasts were pushed together. Her sleeping gown was light and airy, it left her shoulders and decolletage bare to his gaze. It wasn’t like Lia had been expecting him to come, she had been ready to bed after finishing up the book, not a nightly visit.

Which did beg the question…

“What are you doing here?” green eyes rose to her own, his head tilting with that same smile, the one that made her wonder if she had missed some kind of joke that she should have been privy to.

“I told you I would come, didn’t I?”

Had he? The brunette tried to think about their interactions earlier in the day, but she didn’t remember anything that was close to a semblance of him telling her he would be coming to her room. After her obvious negation of the idea, mind you. “No?”

He laughed, green curls bobbing with the movements of his shoulders, his palm cupped her cheek, thumb running circles on the soft skin before he let go. “I told you I would see you tonight.”

Confusion, then a memory of a flippant remark. So that was what he had meant when he said that before jumping out of the window. Lia should probably be less surprised by the obvious disregard for the boundaries that she had been trying to set.

“I remember telling you I didn’t want you on my room, your high…” words got cut by his thumb quickly pressing between her parted lips, right against her tongue. The omega glared at the alpha, the texture of his leather gloves not really soft but also not rough either, it was an in between that was strange having in her mouth.

“I dare you to finish that.” He was still smiling as he took his finger out of her mouth, but there was an edge to it, a teasing that he still hadn’t let go of. That same feeling that she was missing some sort of cosmic joke.

Frustration licked at her senses, and if she was frustrated, she was going to make sure that he would be feeling the effects of it.

“Your highness.” A challenging stare, eyes set on his face wanting to see that stupid smile wiped from his lips. Instead, it widened, it grew sharper. Suddenly she wasn’t feeling so frustrated anymore, rather, it was more like she was feeling cornered. Small prey against the big predator that kept playing as a lamb.

“Brat.” It was pleased, that same slow drawl that had marked his first steps into her room. His fingers splayed on her cheek before running up to her hair, massaging into the scalp. It was making her confused once again. “I can’t believe that you already forgot one of the rules?”

“There are rules?” it was an innocent question, confusion deepening because she didn’t even remember there having been any kind of rules when they had discussed their deal. It was her submission for his silence, nothing more, and nothing less.

“Yes.” He was speaking as if she should have known it.

“Well, you never told me about any rules.” Lia shook his touch as she raised from the chair, huffing in irritation. His hand fell to his side, green eyes narrowing at her frame, as if he was hurt that she had taken a step away from him. It was easier this way, being away from him. It also helped that she couldn’t smell him, just the undertones of alpha that still clung to his skin. “So don’t look so upset, your highness.”

A thoughtful hum “Alright. I guess I did not voice the rest of the rules.” A wry smile was given “But I fully remember telling you what to call me.”

Knowledge only dawned on her after a full heartbeat later, words that had flamed her temper, ones that she had pointedly ignored and promptly forgot about. Lips opened as breath rushed past them, eyes widening at the realization that yes, they were completely alone, privacy contained by a thick wood door.

“There’s your smart brain working.” He slid into the chair without much preamble, and Lia wondered if he would be fine sitting in the simple piece of furniture. Wasn’t he used to padded seats? Something more luxurious?

“Still doesn’t mean you told me about other rules.” His fingers drummed on the surface of the desk, body relaxed and almost soft in the moonlight filtering through the window. It gave him a silver tint that was so pretty it almost hurt. He was rugged and soft at the same time, grace hidden beneath a slick frame.

Izuku patted his thigh with a hand, earning a curious glance.

“Come sit.” It wasn’t a request and it wasn’t voiced like one. His tone though not raised, had a certain hard quality to it. He was leaving no threads for her to pick apart, no way for her to willingly forget that he wasn’t requesting, he was demanding.

Lia sighed and sat down on his lap, hands resting on thick thighs as she tried to get comfortable, adjustments being made with wiggles of her hips that had him shaking in a barely contained chuckle. When she was finally settled, her arms came to cross over her chest. He watched her for what seemed like restless minutes but couldn’t be more than a couple of seconds, and then his right hand reached for the book that had laid forgotten on top of the desk.

“Don’t bother.” The brunette huffed out the words, staring at the book with disdain evident in her features. “All it talks about is the Todoroki line’s successes and accomplishments. The strength of their quirk, the blaze at which it burns.”

He regarded the book before placing it back on the desk “Is that why you were reading it?”

“Isn’t that why you were going to read it?” she countered, green eyes following the path his hand took to settle on her thigh, palm heavy and warm even through the leather and cotton of their garments. “Trying to find the chink in the armor that is Dabi’s powers?”

His free hand moved to put a strand of hair over her ear, fingers then threading through the rest of it, combing the tangles from the day, the ones that she had yet to brush before she braided her hip long hair. The feeling of him petting her hair was nice, comforting, almost domestic in a way. A slow soft purr was given, startling the both of them, snuffing it out as soon as it began.

“You can purr?” Izuku seemed delighted, his motions never faltering while the hand on her thigh squeezed once, as if he was reassuring her that his words were meant to be a praise.

“All omegas can purr.” It was a residue of the animal they had been, before they had evolved, left the furs and sharp teeth behind. The green haired prince gave a nod of his head, and from the corner of her eyes Lia could see just how pleased he was by the fact that he had managed to wrench it out of her.

“So is it just an hormonal thing? What you take, I mean.” He was distracted by his vein of reasoning now, and Lia could only blink as he continued. “It must be if you can still purr when feeling content, but your scent is definitively gone, as if you never had it in the first place. Which would also have to deal with the pheromones you exude.” He was getting excited at the new information. “I have so many questions on how you managed to do that.”

A sigh left her lips “Family recipe.” Was all she said. How could she begin to explain that she came from a line of omegas? That there had been trial and error to develop the concoction? That even after decades it hadn’t been perfected enough for safe consumption? That it took them a couple of months to make it good enough that they weren’t sick for days after it. If it hadn’t been for Mina’s quirk and knowledge of poisons and acids, they probably wouldn’t have made it.

He was silent, probably trying to prompt her into telling him more. But her lips were sealed, and the key was going to be taken to her grave. If the recipe fell into the wrong hands… What stopped pheromones and heats could very well be used to induce them. There were already drugs strong enough for that, aphrodisiacs and enhancers, but the opposite of such a strong potion would certainly line even the deepest pockets.

“You never answered me.” Lia said instead, shifting once more on his lap so she was slightly turned towards him. At his quizzical look, she just tilted her head “If you were or not trying to find Dabi’s weakness.”

“I was.” The words were easily out of his lips, she was jealous of how quick he had been to reply to her. “There has to be something.” The corners of his lips slid down in a displeased expression “Even my own quirk comes with drawbacks.” The last part was low, and if it hadn’t been for how close they were, the brunette probably wouldn’t have heard it.

Lia thought of the scars she had seen on his hand earlier, wondered if they followed a path up his arm, maybe even towards his chest and back? When he fucked her mouth he hadn’t taken any of his clothes off, rather, he’d just slipped them down enough for his length to be freed.

“He can raze entire villages to the ground.” The hand on her thigh was higher she noticed, and fingers clenched on the soft skin through her shift. It was forceful and bordering on painful “I have never seen such fire power before, not even from Shoto.” He let out a frustrated breath “There has to be a way of negating his quirk too.”

Lia looked at her fingers, thinking about the feeling of holding Katsuki down, the threads that had connected the two and allowed her to control his body. She could stop Dabi… maybe. A minute was enough time for someone to do enough damage, but she was still thinking of facing the League alone, so there would be no help.

“Do you think…” she paused trying to word things correctly “When will they have enough to attack?”

“Soon I would guess.” Izuku gave her a contemplating look “They still haven’t recovered from loosing three omegas they had promised for alliances, but they’re recouping ground quicker than expected.”

“They must be stopped.” It was a statement born from deep seated vengeance and the thought of what would happen if they weren’t stopped. How many more lives would be lost to the destruction they wrought if they were allowed to lead an entire nation?

“We’re working on that.” His tone was as soothing as his presence, and Lia thought about the political mission that his brother had left on, then Aiwaza and Nezu. They were trying to get their own alliances, furthering the connections of the kingdom so they could be led if need ever arose. “We could work even better if you admitted your plan to me.”

Lia blinked “My plan?” Her plan was malformed, an obvious glaring hole in it due to the fact she could barely use her quirk efficiently. Not when it came to living beings. Not when they pulled at the strings with such a vicious reaction. “It’s no plan, really.” Just an idea, a thought. Probably a glaring mistake.

“I take that as not yet.” Izuku was once more frustrated at her, Lia could tell, but it didn’t really matter. Whether or not she decided to share her little plan with him was up to her. “I’ll find out eventually.” It was a threat disguised as a promise, or maybe it was both, either way it left her a little breathless at the prospect.

It really wouldn’t do harm to tell the prince about the plan, but the brunette also didn’t wish to give him any more pieces of herself.

“I have to say, though, I’m disappointed there really wasn’t a nest.” His pointed stare diverted to the bed. Besides a few more pillows than was required, it was awfully well put together. It also smelled like clean linen.

“There’s no point in nesting when I have no scent.” She had tried a couple of times when she felt a little homesick, grief catching up to her and bringing her under. But they always felt so wrong she ended up tearing them apart with tears and sobs. Lia had given up the third time it had happened, sobs wracking her small body so hard she had eventually tired herself out and slept on the floor. “Just… The softness feels empty without a comforting scent.”

“Will you ever give it up?” the brunette stilled at the question. Pondered it over as her head fell back into his palm, he had stopped running it through her hair some time ago, choosing instead to hold it at the nape of her head.

“No.” It was a sad whisper, thoughts of what she would be loosing deep set inside of her. But there was so much more to be won by playing the part of the beta, even when she didn’t think she’d survive much if she went after the League. “The world isn’t kind to omegas.”

Izuku let his tongue swipe over the front of his teeth in contemplation “That is true.” It was a displeased sort of drawl “I’ll have to fix it then.”

Laughter knocked the air out of her “You can’t fix it what’s been broken for generations.”

His smile was lazy and predatory “I’ve spent my whole life exceeding expectations, kitten.” His confident tone made her daydream about how a world with less bias would be. How it would feel to be able to fully be herself, with her scent in the air and confidence in her stride. How Ochako could rub it in her rivals faces that they had been bested by an omega. How Mina could effortlessly weave her dangerous knowledge without worry of being called out for not being the meek submissive thing. The image was hazy, murky, like it was but a distant dream. Really distant, like the horizon you could never reach because it was just an imaginary line.

“I hope you manage it.” She began with a soft sigh, eyes falling to the sky she could see through her window. “But my faith is that you will fail.”

“Have faith in me, omega.”

Her eyes returned to him only to blink in surprise, her designation felt almost sinful coming out from his lips. Made her body warm in the strangest of ways. Instinct wasn’t suppressed by the concoction, and it had been made obvious from the beginning that Izuku Midoriya was a menace to it.

“I just know the world, alpha.” She hadn’t expected the growl that left his lips, or the tilt of her own voice as the word slipped past her own. It had been an attempt to ruffle his feathers, and it apparently had worked. Just not in the way that she had anticipated, not when she could feel the growing hardness against the back of her thighs.

“I think I just found a title I like better than Master.” He laughed, still a bit heavy with what she deduced was arousal, but it was amused and light. Lia really liked his laugh, a lot. He leaned forward, nose running over her jaw “Tell me, kitten, did you touch yourself after I left you?”

A flush arose on her cheeks at the mention of the hour or so they had spent together, when he had discovered her secret and blackmailed her into their current arrangement. “No.” She was truthful, and even more spiteful at the reminder of her unfulfilled arousal. “I actually didn’t think about doing it.” Not when she had been pissed off at him for denying her the orgasm that she had craved.

He seemed surprised at that “You don’t touch yourself?”

Oh god, she could feel the heat of her cheeks. Knew for a fact that the pink had turned red with her embarrassment. It didn’t help that his hand had decided to slip under her shift, the fabric bunching around his wrist as his fingers pressed in circles on her inner thigh. Lia opened her mouth, once, twice, only to close it and take a deep breath before she could actually answer him. “That’s not it.” A huff, warmth blooming in her center as he kept petting the inside of her thighs. He wasn’t even close to her core, but it was still really nice. Maybe it was the possibility of him touching her that, the anticipation, that had her holding her breath.

“So you do?”

Another huff, a beat of silence and a small “Yes.”

His hand shifted to her hip, the other sliding to the other side so he could pick her up and move her from his lap to the desk. The brunette was confused, legs pressing together as he grabbed her knees and tugged on them. It was obvious what he wanted her to do, but she didn’t really plan to have him stare at her cunt, that was way too embarrassing.

“Your highness.” Green eyes slid to her as his hands stilled, she blinked her eyes at the obvious displeasure on his face before she remembered the stupid title that he wanted her to call him. It wasn’t like she was doing it on purpose, or maybe it kind of was. The detail just kind of slipped away from her mind as if it wasn’t important.

“Pick a number.” His voice was light, fingers forgoing their place on her knee to wander up her thighs, nails lightly scrapping at the pale skin.

Lia didn’t really understand where it was going, head tilting to the side in contemplation. There had to be something planned, right? His touch was distracting “Uh… Seven?” that was a nice number, right? Her personal favorite was three, but for some reason, she didn’t think that he’d be pleased with it. He appeared thoughtful for a minute or so, as if he was throwing the number around his head. The sound of the chair scrapping against the floor had her jumping on her skin, eyes wide as she stared at Izuku as he raised to his feet.

It seemed she should have been worried as she easily flipped her over, bending her over the desk, the corner digging into her hips as her weight settled on it. The weirdest thing was the fact that she wasn’t bothered by the fact that Izuku was manhandling her, rather, she could feel that same warmth spread over her body, collecting between her legs. She didn’t really know what to think about it, neither did she have time to as her shift was pulled up her body, white fabric being bunched up at her waist. Though the night was warm, it still brought goosebumps across the skin that had been uncovered, head turning so she could look at him over her shoulder.

His hands splayed over her ass, one cheek in each hand, thumbs just close enough to her heat that it had Lia biting her lip. Strangely enough, his eyes moved to hers, smile on his face, it left her puzzled before she noticed from the corner of her eye as his right hand lifted from her, up, up and then in a resounding smack, down again.

It wasn’t painful per se, there was a sting that faded as quick as it came, warmth blooming across the reddened skin. What it had been was surprising, startling her into gasping much to his obvious pleasure. “What the fuck?”

His smile broadened into a grin “I was hoping you’d have picked higher.” He confessed with a teasing tilt to his tone, hands kneading her flesh almost absentmindely “Don’t think you’re going to learn with just seven hits.”

Lia blinked at him “Learn?”

A nod “How to properly address me, kitten.” Oh, the whole master thing. He did say that she was going to receive punishment for breaking that rule, didn’t he?

“I did address you properly.” A roll of her eyes and another hit of his hand, this time his left one. Redness and warmth spread over the left side of her ass making her squirm against the unyeilding surface of the desk. “And while we’re at it, you’re going to become aware of the rest of the rules.”

A roll of her eyes and a huff “Fine, whatever.”

Displeased with her dismissive behavior, his left hand raised from her body to tangle in her hair, grabbing a fistful of brown tresses and pulling until her back arched off the desk. “I would have never expected you to be such a brat.” Mirth was plainly displayed on his tone and it made her huff. “No, really. I knew you had a temper after I saw you put one or two soldiers down a peg. But I never thought you’d be this difficult.”

“So what? Gonna leave me hanging every time I don’t play the perfect little slave?”

“Where in our arrangement was written that I had to get you off?” he countered in a taunt that left her breathless, as if she had suddenly forgot to breathe. “I asked for your submission as a bargaining chip, kitten, I never said your pleasure mattered.”

She had just assumed it would matter. That it was an integral part of the whole damn thing, her submission meant this kind of stupid games, and now he was telling her that he was just going to get his fill and then leave her behind in the dust?

“You’re in luck, though, I’m nice.” That was a damn lie, he was a menace that was what he was, someone that made her rethink everything that went around her. Someone that left her reeling with how much she actually wanted him now that he was close. He could be her destruction, but in a way she kind of hoped that he could be her salvation too. A snort was given and Izuku hummed at the outburst “If you had behaved that first night, I would have made you come, kitten. I had planned on it.” A slight smile “Though I guess I’m very surprised a little virgin like you got wet just from sucking cock.”

Oh, his words were filthy and it left her squirming on his grasp at the feelings the words elicited in her.

“Who says I haven’t done everything but penetration before?”

“Have you?” his question was amused.

Lia tensed, pursed her lips together, thinking about lying, about telling him of the various experiences she had after her village was attacked. But in the end, Lia simply deflated and tiredly muttered “No.”

“Thought so.” She hated how smug he sounded, it shouldn’t bring the sort of delicious warmth that settled on her belly, but somehow it did. Lia was obviously hopeless when it came to the damn alpha, wasn’t she? How much easier her life would have been if he hadn’t noticed her, if she had kept a lower profile. “This is how this is going to work, kitten. You’re up for seven hits, and for each one, you’re going to repeat the rule I will tell you and apologize.”

“Ok.” Sounded easy enough, really, just spew back some words while he was hitting her ass. Easy. She had more than enough fat between the muscle and skin that his hands couldn’t hurt that much, right? A warning tug on her hair, what was he expecting? She was already starting to get sore from arching her bag for a while. Another few seconds of silence, stretchy but at the same time stiff, and then a groan from her as she remembered what he wanted. “Fine, ugh. Ok, master.” It was said with as much vitriol as she could muster.

“Better. We need to work on that attitude, though.” He mused with a chuckle before continuing “When alone, you will address me properly as master.” A pause as he added “Or alpha.”

A slap was given to her ass, short but packed with force, actually drawing a surprised hiss out of her at the sting. It ebbed away into warmth that settled strangely close to her core just by the thought of how she was at his mercy. “When alone, I’ll address you properly as Master or Alpha.” Lia parroted without much interest, adding after a beat of silence “I’m sorry, Master.”

He hummed pleased and slackened his hold, hand still on her hair but now Lia could settle better into the desk, releasing the strain in her muscles from having her back arched.

“Unless given permission, you are not to touch yourself.”

A hit. She repeated his words back to him with an added apology, said through clenched teeth because how dare he manipulate when she would be touching herself?! God, she wanted to hit him in the head. Her hands were clutching her own arms, trapped beneath her own weight, it wasn’t like she could find purchase anywhere else.

“You will be honest with me when you answer my questions.”

A third hit, another repeat of his words and the apology. So far Lia had been quite honest with him if she answered his questions, the other half she simply ignored that he had asked her a question. So it wasn’t like this one would be hard to keep.

“When we’re alone together, you’re going to obey my orders.”

Wasn’t that a given? Still, she parroted the words after he hit her ass and tacked on the apology like he wanted. Her skin was starting to get sensitive, each hit increasing in strength and leaving a lasting sting and warmth. Lia couldn’t help but think the combination of being under his control and the warmth in her skin was heady, leaving her brain somewhat fuzzy and her center aching. How could she be enjoying this humiliating display?

“That’s all the rules, actually.” He seemed amused by that fact, the brunette didn’t really care much about how many they were. He could have one hundred of them and she still would try and find loopholes to exploit. “So I guess now you just need to apologize.”

That would be easier. Lia hummed in agreement and wiggled her ass a little, drawing a laugh out of him, one that belied the strength behind his next hit. Lia hissed at the sting, his hand splaying against the sensitive skin and rubbing it in a soothing manner before his other hand came down with the exact same strength on the other cheek. Two consecutive apologies were given after a beat of silence, anticipation causing her to clench her muscles, made the final slap hurt like a bitch.

“I’m sorry, Master.” Tears had been brought to the corner of her eyes, not even near enough to spilling but all she could feel was the heat radiating from her abused skin… and straight into her cunt. And it was awfully humiliating how he grabbed both cheeks, hand finally leaving her hair to part them, give him a sight of her wet nether lips.

She wasn’t drenched, not by a wide margin. But she was still wet. Aroused. Turned on. It wasn’t even the spanking in itself that had caused it, though it did aid in some way. It was the knowledge that he was in control of it all. That he could do whatever pleased with her. It was ridiculous and she wanted to slap herself.

His thumb traced the outline of her, bringing a shiver to wrack across her body at the soft ministrations. “You liked this more than you thought you would, didn’t you?”

A non committal hum earned her another slap on the already abused skin of her ass, body squirming under the attention, breath coming out in a gasp. “Hey! You said seven.”

“That was before you decided to keep being a brat.” Lia huffed and tried to find her footing on the floor to right herself, that earned her yet another slap. “Is it hard to admit that you actually enjoy this?”

“Yes.” She was being petulant, in a way she knew it. But why did he want her to admit that the thought of doing this kind of things with him wasn’t unpleasant? That the way he kept controlled their time together was awfully arousing for some reason? She would never have expected that actually submitting to an alpha would have pleased her this much. It was silly and humiliating. Just how much she was actually enjoying it all.

Izuku laughed at that, body pressing against her own, weight settling on top of her and making want shoot through her veins like lightening. She could feel the outline of his erection against the soft flesh of her thighs, and that wasn’t even counting the absolute mass of him when compared to her smaller frame. He could destroy her if he wanted. She wanted him to destroy her.

The thought had her flushing a deep red, soft hiss escaping her when he pressed further against her thighs, the fabric of his shirt scrapping against her sore ass, it should have been unpleasant, instead, she found herself clenching in need. A hand wrapped around her throat while the other collected the wetness between her lower lips, trailed down until he found her clit. A bolt of pleasure shot through her, thighs pressing together to alleviate the dull ache of arousal that it elicited, her fingers curled against her palms and her teeth worried her bottom lip.

It was nice, good, she wanted more. But his weight on top of her prevented Lia from actually wiggling her hips to get him to move his fingers. To have him rubbing her clit and bringing her to orgasm. The one that he owed her since that night.

And yet, the fact that he was holding her still, making her take what he gave and unable to search for more was making her actually pant from desire. He could have done anything to her and she would have taken it. Her forehead pressed against the cool wood of the desk when he finally, fucking finally, started to rub soft circles on her clit, building up the coil of pleasure that started to gather right under her navel.

“Think you can cum just from having your clit rubbed?” his question was said in such a light tone that for a couple of seconds she could only blink at the wall. But the silence that fell on them was enough for her to understand that he did wish for an answer.

So she gave it to him with honesty “That’s how I do it, Master.” The title seemed to slip easier from her lips when there was pleasure clouding her judgment. The little pleased hum he gave washed over her like a caress, making her shudder underneath him.

“You never tried to have anything inside of you?”

How could she explain it to him without sounding stupid or weird? “My fingers just don’t cut it.” It was like she they were not enough, that she couldn’t get properly filled by them. Though she guessed most she had tried was two, but then the position had been weird…

Her train of thought got cut by his finger sinking into her core, green eyes blinking as her walls hugged the digit tightly, unused to the obstruction. It felt bigger than her own, after all, it was bigger. But there was also something kind of illicit brewing inside of her at the thought that it was his finger breaching her. “Oh.” Lia breathed out, clenching reflexively.

“Why?” his moved his hand, not to pull away but so his thumb could find her clit again, rubbing tiny circles on it that actually had her seeing stars behind her eyelids.

“Too short, too small, I don’t know.” Her voice was foreign to her, panted and heavy and too lewd to be her own. But it had fallen from her lips. “I tried two but it never felt as good as just rubbing my clit did.” She should be embarrassed that she was telling him all of that, but really, she was beyond rational thought by that point. All she could concentrate was the way he was touching her, with little circles on her clit that were becoming faster and his finger unyielding inside of her.

Her breath hitched as he slowly slipped a second finger inside, the stretch so delicious it had her trembling and panting in need. It felt so much nicer than her own fingers, his were thicker, longer, made her feel full in a way that she couldn’t understand but that brought her pleasure anyway. Lia whined when his thumb was removed from her clit, but it was for the greater good as he began to move his fingers.

Green eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sensation of them dragging in and out of her, aided by the fact that by then, she was drenched. “I think you just like to be stretched.” To prove his point, he parted his fingers inside of her, making her clench so hard on them she thought she would actually break them. He laughed breathely “That’s going to feel really good when it’s my cock spreading your tight cunt.”

The only thing dirtier than his words was the movement of his fingers. They were back together, thrusting in and out of her at a quickening pace that left her moaning and quivering underneath him, she probably would be trashing and trying to buck her hips if his weight didn’t keep her pinned. And that helplessness only aided the arousal swirling like a hurricane through her body.

“Would you like that, kitten? You’ve had it in your mouth before, didn’t you? You know just how much it’s going to stretch this tight little hole of yours.” He laughed at her high pitched whine, and fuck, it burned when he pushed a third finger inside. But it was a good kind of burn, one that was going to leave her sore and spent and oh so pleased.

“Please.” More of his weight rested on her, the hand on her throat tightened to the point breathing came a little harder. Together with the movement of his fingers it left her empty of everything but the burning arousal scorching paths through her veins.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. He was giving her what he thought he should give, nothing more and nothing less. Controlled, dominant, alpha. Her whines crescendoed alongside her moans, thighs quivering as she came closer and closer to the peak, to that sensation of tensing and relaxing at the same time.

Even the little twitches of pain that came from her still sensitive ass aided the arousal. God, she was in absolute purgatory, trying to reach heaven by any means possible.

“Please what?”

“Please, Master.” She chocked out between moans, fingers trying to find purchase on something but only meeting smooth wood.

It did seem that those were the combination of words that he wanted to hear, his thumb returned to her clit and after a particular hand thrust of his fingers, she was clenching around them with a chocked sob. Her body tensed as her high crashed and then she simply relaxed, boneless against the table because holy fuck, was that how every orgasm because of a partner felt like?

Izuku slipped his fingers from her, the sensation strange after being so full of them, feeling empty, clenching around nothing in reaction as well as aftershocks of her orgasm. The hand on her throat made a path towards her shoulder blades, keeping her against the desk. Like she was even thinking of moving a muscle for the next hour or so. Lia just felt so good, relaxed and content.

Her post orgasmic bliss was only heightened as suddenly his scent hit her out of nowhere, the scent blocker he had used wearing off. The brunette was hit by pine and leather and lightening, the scent enveloping her, darker with his arousal. And then she felt warmth hitting the back of her thighs and the curve of her ass. Curiosity made her look over her shoulder, breath hitching at the sight of the prince fisting his own cock, cum dribbling down the head and towards his fingers.

“Good girl.” His voice was satisfied, length softening in his grasp, and then his next words had instinct flaring up inside of her, loud purr echoing on the room. “Good omega.”

Her eyes closed, purring still rolling on her chest even as their combined release on her skin was starting to cool down, becoming stickier by the second. She was so blissed out she didn’t even notice him move around her room, not until he was cleaning the mess between her legs - her own cause; and the one on her thighs and ass - his own. The cloth on her ass brought a hiss about, purr dropping but still there.

“Yeah, you’re going to be sore for a few days.” He didn’t sound apologetic.

Lia snorted at him, eyes opening as she finally moved, straightening herself, shift falling back in place as she stood to her full height, it wasn’t much when the top of her head only reached his chin, but it was more than if she had been bent over the desk. “Don’t sound so smug.”

“Can’t help it.” He laughed, warm and jovial and ah, her purring was back to full volume. The brunette hoped that everyone near was asleep or that they mistook her for an overly friendly cat that snuck into the castle. “I made an omega purr.”

“Not by making my ass red.”

“No, by making you come around my fingers.”

Lia choked on a laugh, too at ease around Izuku in the haze of what had been the best orgasm she had… ever. Not that she had much grounds for comparison when the previous ones had been made by her fumbling fingers.

“You’re stinking up my room.” She chided instead of giving him a remark, it was also a wake up call for her because she wasn’t half as bothered by his scent permeatting her room as she thought she would be. And it was mortifying when she wondered if he would give her something with his scent for her to add to her bed.

“I didn’t think the moonclover would wear off so quickly.” He was kind of apologetic, but still pleased with himself, she could notice it in the way his eyes were still warm and shiny.

“The more you use it the less effective it becomes, that’s the side effect of moonclover.” But if you added a few more ingredients you could counteract it effectively, she could have told him, but then maybe she wouldn’t get to smell him and the omega in her whined at the mere thought.

“I’ll find a replacement.” Izuku promised while she just shrugged her shoulders.

“Just don’t scent my room and we’ll be fine.” Oh wow, she could be nonchallant it seemed. What was wrong with her? And why hadn’t she stopped purring yet?

The prince straddled the window he had come from before putting both legs on the other side, sitting on the windowsill with a grin “I’ll see you around, kitten.”

For the second time that day, he jumped out of the window, probably using his quirk to land safely or something of the sort. Lia didn’t bother to close the window, she still felt like her body was on another plane, so she just moved to the bed, discarding the cloth he had used to clean her, snorting as he had left it on top of her bed. Laying down, she fluffed a couple of the pillows and moved them until they were just right for her to settle into them. As her brain started to get rid of the fog from their encounter, realization swept over her at the fact that he hadn’t promised her he wouldn’t scent her room. Izuku had taken a page out of her book and simply redirected her attention to something else.

She couldn’t find it in herself to care, though it didn’t change a tested and true fact.

He was a fucking menace.

#bnha smut #mha smut #boku no hero academia smut #my hero academia smut #deko smut #deku x oc #izuku smut #izuku midoriya smut #midoriya izuku smut #deku smut #izuku x oc

[yuki4amano]

Timeless love. Chapter 1, Unspoken.

Yuki Amano found herself standing at a distance, her gaze fixed on Izuku Midoriya, the boy who had captured her heart with his unwavering determination and kind heart. Conflicting emotions churned within her as she watched him walk confidently among his peers, his green hair standing out like a beacon of hope and strength in the bustling schoolyard.

Despite her admiration for him, there seemed to be an insurmountable chasm between them. She, a recluse, too shy to speak to him, while he, a hero in the making, destined for greatness. The thought of them being together felt like a distant dream, shrouded in doubt and uncertainty.

Her heart burned with desire for him, yet it was frozen with doubt and fear. What could he possibly see in her—a plain and unremarkable girl who preferred the company of books over people? And yet, she couldn't shake off her feelings for him.

Interrupting her thoughts, a voice called out her name, and she turned to see her classmate, Hitoshi, waving her over. Reluctantly tearing her gaze away from Izuku, she made her way towards Hitoshi, wondering if he could sense the turmoil within her.

As they walked to their next class together, Yuki stole a few glances at Izuku, her heart aching with longing and confusion. She couldn't predict what the future held for them, but she knew one thing for certain—she would always carry a piece of him with her, no matter what.

During lunch period, Yuki sat at her usual spot in the bustling school cafeteria. The familiar sounds of students chattering and laughing surrounded her, creating a comforting background noise. She took a small sip of her coconut milk, relishing in its cool, refreshing taste that calmed her jittery nerves.

Her gaze drifted over to the noisy group of students at the neighboring table, where Izuku Midoriya was engrossed in conversation with Uraraka. A pang of jealousy and insecurity shot through her, despite knowing that she had no right to feel that way. After all, she and Izuku barely interacted.

Watching him so close to someone else stirred a deep ache in her heart. She couldn't help but compare herself to Uraraka, wondering if she fell short in Izuku's eyes. The air seemed charged with energy, a mixture of excitement and confusion, as their words bounced off each other.

Unbeknownst to Yuki, her form was also the object of Izuku's lingering gaze. His eyes mirrored her longing, a silent symphony of unspoken words and unanswered questions. He yearned to bridge the gap between them, to hold her tight and pour out his love into the wind, yet the weight of destiny held him back.

Uraraka slumped in her chair, rambling on about her test with a worried expression, while Iida nodded and offered words of encouragement. Todoroki quietly ate his cold soba, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Next to Yuki sat Shinso Hitoshi, quietly filling out a sudoku game on her phone. They shared a silent companionship, bonded by their introverted natures and love for puzzles. Shinso found solace in their friendship, especially with his insomnia.

As Yuki took another sip of her coconut milk, trying to distract herself from her feelings, she couldn't shake the nagging sensation that something was off. Glancing at Izuku again, her heart fluttered at the sight of him. She longed to know him and understand the connection she felt towards him.

Little did she know, Izuku felt the same way. He longed to tell her the truth, to reveal the history they shared, but he knew he had to tread carefully. Time was fragile, and they were both walking a delicate line.

The cafeteria was a symphony of chaos, yet amidst the whirlwind of activity, two hearts beat in perfect rhythm. Their past and future were entwined like a delicate dance, waiting to be uncovered and explored. Unaware of the invisible strings that bound them together, they sat in their worlds, watching each other with longing and unspoken words.

As the bell rang and the students dispersed, Yuki left the cafeteria with Shinso by her side, her steps heavy with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. Little did she know of, Izuku's gaze following her, a silent plea waiting to be forged in the flames of destiny.

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[cassiebakugou]

More art of the rp I did with @izuku-drip-doriya this time it’s my oc(the bunny) and izuku sleeping and cuddling

#villain deku x oc #villain deku #villain izuku #izuku fanart #izuku x oc #deku x oc

[empressofthesunwriter]

Kill La Hero

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

!!!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!

So we will now jump into the story of the anime the first episodes, exactly one year later.

I hope you enjoy it!

1.01: The Origin Story

One Year Later...

A new day, a new pain!

It's time for school.

God, I'm happy when it's the weekend! 

Then I can finally sleep in.

My eyes close for a moment and I feel Izuku grab my hand to stop me from walking into the busy road.

“Did you not sleep well, Michi-Kun?” he asks me worriedly.

I try hard to keep my eyes open. 

It works half the time.

“I had to study for math, Izu-Chan,” is my brief answer.

Some people would find me rude, especially considering that I'm talking to my best friend, but Izuku is used to me being useless in the morning if I didn't get my 8 hours of sleep the night before.

So he simply grips my hand a little tighter and leads me further on the way to school.

I really should give him a prize because he no longer turns completely red and almost freaks out when we have physical contact.

Our friendship did him good.

My cute bestie is much more confident.

And that’s such a turn-on.

Yeah, I have a crush on Izuku! 

You would have it too if you know him as well as I do and he is just plain adorable.

“You wouldn't be this tired if you didn’t decide to play video games for hours after learning math.”, reminds me of the voice of a person, or should I say more a thing, that I love and hate at the same time.

I stare up my head, meeting the black eyes of my dark pink bow.

“Shut up, Ares!”, I growl. “I don’t listen to a perverted bow!”

“Perverted!”, he gasped appalled.

“You heard me right, ya creep!”

“Michi-Kun, Ares, please don’t start already.”, begs Izuku with his huge adorable green eyes.

Sadly that’s mine and also Ares Kryptonite. 

We both love Izuku a lot and would do anything for him.

So we just grumble half-heartily sorry to each other.

In a world where Superpowers are now the new normal my Quirk is a living breathing ribbon which transforms me into a Magical Girl. 

That’s the best way to describe it.

Even if my Quirk was marked as Entity.

It would be cool if my outfit wasn’t so...revealing.

Ares insists that he needs to leave some of my skin out or the fusion between us won’t work.

Liar!

Not only sucks he my blood to make the suit work, but he also is a pervert who enjoys putting me in such outfits.

We tried a lot of designs, and then as I moved to Japan and became friends with Izuku he tried to help too, however, my perverted ribbon had to make me look sexy.

That ribbon is just a creep.

I watched him often enough reading my grandfathers old PlayHero collection.

Thinking that he was born from me and represents a part of me doesn’t sit right with me.

I certainly don’t want to walk around like a stripper!

I mean...I would put something like this on to seduce Izu, but not out in the street!

Aargh, thinking makes me only angrier.

What I’m saying is I’m not a pervert and I certainly do not enjoy walking around in a revealing suit!

It’s all Ares!

Never mind that he was born from my DNA!

Anyway, where was I?

Ah, yes, Izu and I were walking to school.

So much joy.

This is me being sarcastic.

Man, I can’t wait when we both get into the U.A. and can start finally learning how to be heroes!

“Oh!”, Izuku shouts and we stop before Tatooin Station. “What a huge supervillain.”

I look around, a little curious.

In fact, the villain who is causing trouble, is really big, almost as big as the crowd that has formed around him and would probably go closer in if the police didn't stop them. 

Some heroes are already there as well.

After a year of friendship with Izuku, I know that he wants to watch the following fight, so I sleepily follow Izuku into the crowd.

I also like superheroes and want to become one myself, but if I'm so sleep-deprived, only my beloved Seraphina and Mirko would wake me up.

So I remain a silent observer and listener while Izuku loudly asks who is in the fight. 

It turns out to be Kamui Woods, one of the new heroes, answer Izuku his own question.

He starts to rattle down all he knows about Kamui Woods and outs himself as an otaku as a man with a bald head and shuriken in points out.

I must have fallen asleep a bit because I only woke up when loud men's voices shouted repeatedly: “There she is!” and the clicking of cameras was heard.

“W-What?” I ask confused.

“You REALLY need to be aware of your surroundings!”, chest me Ares.

I pull him a bit, as we watch how this new superhero named Mount Lady introduces herself and her ass-sets.

I nod in understanding.

No wonder the men here are drolling.

Of course, it's all sexist, unfortunately, I'm bi and can't resist pretty ladies either.

Mount Lady takes the glory for the defeated villain and takes him away under the watchful eyes of the police and cheering crowds and camera crews. I think I even see Kamui Woods sulking on one of the rooftops.

But I find Mount Lady more interesting.

It will definitely become popular, but...

“She’s nothing against Seraphina or Mirko,” I clarify and cross my arms.

“You and your angel hero and bunny hero.”, signs Ares. “This new one seems promising.”

“You only say that, because you stared at her ass, didn't you.”

My ribbon just coughs embarrassed.

Ha, I know it!

Meanwhile, Izuku has unpacked one of his hero notebooks theorizing in it and writing it down.

Most find this annoying, however, I find it cute when he's like that and don't bother him. If he wants my opinion, he'll ask me.

“Hey, you boy who takes notes,” the bald man says to him. “Do you want to become a hero? Great, give it your all!”

"Yes! I’ll do that!” promises Izuku with a beaming smile.

For a moment I can't help but twist my mouth and look up at Ares.

He meets my eyes.

We don’t need words to communicate.

If there's anyone who was made to be a hero, it's Izuku, but unfortunately, there is a huge obstacle in his way.

The only thing Ares and I can do is to support him and protect him as best as we can.

***

After all the chaos with Mount Lady and Co., we make it to Aldera Junior High just in time.

We are both in the same year, but unfortunately in different classes. 

However, our shoe lockers are next to each other so we have to part only when we go to class.

“When it's a Lunch Break, you come to my classroom and we'll eat there today,” I remind him, as we finish putting on our indoor shoes. “And if Bakugo harasses you-“

“-I’m calling you and Ares for help, I know Michi-Kun,” he replies, almost ashamed.

I know that he doesn't want me to fight his fights for him, yet sadly at the moment he isn't able to fight for himself and Bakugo with his quirk is dangerous and also stupid in relation to Izuku.

The asshole should just try to hurt Izuku in front of me, I'll slam him straight into the ground!

I pat Izu on the shoulder, which makes him blush. 

Since he is a head and a half shorter than me, he has to look up and me down so that we can look into each other's eyes.

“For me, you are already a hero, my hero, don’t forget that. No matter what others say,” I remind him.

I give him my best smile.

It has the same effect as always.

Small tears run down his beautiful green eyes and he gives me a heart-warming smile.

Before he can say thank you, I can't help but give him a cuddle.

“M-Michi-K-Kun!”, he shouts in shock and I can literally feel him heating up.

“Izu-Chan, you are sooooo cute!”, I coo.

“M-Michi-K-Kun our c-c-classmates are s-s-staring at us!”

“Let them!”

“B-But…!”

“Shh! Let me cuddle you, you cutie pie!”

Izuku would probably have fainted here if the school bell hadn't saved him.

I let him go and ruffle his curls.

“See you later Izu-Chan.”

“Don’t forget to breathe, boy!”, advises him Ares as I walk briskly towards my classroom while Izuku imitates a statue.

After three gruelling school hours, a nice Lunch Break with Izuku and a math test that I'm sure I failed, the school day is over.

I set off to pick up Izuku from his classroom. 

When I'm around, Bakugo isn't so terrible to him because the blonde knows that I can finish him off.

Thanks to Ares and because I also do martial arts.

What I see when I come in to the door makes my blood pressure rise to 180.

The asshole is holding my poor Izu-Chan by the shoulder and the smoke rising from the spot shows that he has activated his Quirk.

I don’t need Ares for this to put the blond assholes in his place, however, I feel how he unfurls, ready for anything.

Bakugo almost doubles over in pain as I grab his wrist and pull him away from Izuku.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave Izuku alone, Bakugo?!”, I hiss at him.

“He is under our protection!”, adds my ribbon

Like an annoying fly, I flink the blond to his followers. 

The two cardboard figures look at me in fear as I stand protectiv before Izuku, Ares “arms” flap around like whip lashes, while Bakugo rubs his wrist.

“Massaro!”, he growls with his teeth clenched.

“H-Hey come on m-man l-let’s go. The foreigner and her ribbon are not someone you mess with, you know that,”, cardboard figure one whines, as cardboard figure two nods in agreement.

I want to take a step towards the three, however Izuku grabs me by the sleeve of my school uniform.

“Michi-Kun, don’t,” he begs.

We both know it's forbidden to use your Quirks and/or start fights and I've already done one of them, so I stand next to him and give Bakugo a poisonous look.

“Tzz,” Bakugo clicks his tongue and stops rubbing his wrist. Next time I'll break it! “Massaro won't always be there to save you, Deku. In this shitty school, she's probably the only one who's my equal and you're dragging her down because you need to be saved. If she was smart she would dump you.”

I can actually feel how Izuku becomes unsure.

“And if you were smart, you would shut up and mind your own business,” I fire back.

Bakugo just shrugs his shoulders.

He and his entourage turn to leave, which visibly pleases the two cardboard figures. 

Scaredy-cats!

“I'm just telling him the truth Massaro. You’re not helping him if you support him in his impossible goals,”. he throws over his shoulders. “Without Quirk, Deku can never become a hero, let alone get into U.A."

“Just fuck off, stronzo!”

Finally, he and his lackeys do so.

I take a deep breath, Ares shrinks back and I turn to Izuku. 

We are the only ones in the classroom. 

The green-haired boy looks at the ground defeated.

“Izuku…your shoulder?”

I would rather tell him to not give a rat's ass what Bakugo says, however, I notice that he doesn't want to talk right now.

No, he takes a deep breath without looking up.

I almost think he won't say anything until he whimpers softly: “...hurts. Probably burned.”

“Okay,” I simply say and lead him to the Nurse's Office.

The nice Nurse, Ai-San, knows us well and without questions cures Izuku’s wound.

After we thanked and left her, Izuku was ready to tell me what happened between him and his bully.

As it turns out, Bakugo has once again surpassed his level of being an asshole. 

We are forced to fish out one of Izuku's notebooks, now half burned, from the tank where our school keeps fish.

The blonde just threw it out the window!

Fucking asshole!

Sidenote, I think our principal and teachers keep these fishes here to later make sushi, even if Izuku says that can't be true.

Irritatingly, Izuku is more upset about his burned and wet notebook than about the physical wounds from Bakugo.

Sometimes I wonder about his priorities, then I remember that Izuku practically lives from his superhero worshipping/studying and I understand it.

I understand it, but I can't really approve of it. Like this masochist clinging to Bakugo or as he calls him Kacchan.

The blonde has gone from a childhood friend to a first-class bully!

Why can't Izuku let him go?

...Should I take him to a therapist? I think that's too high even for me as his best and only friend. Ares is not counted.

“That's not food, you stupid ones,” Izuku grumbles to the fish and tries to shoo them away from the notebook. “It’s my notebook, you idiots.”

“They clearly don’t care,” I point out dryly.

An idea comes to me and I dig out some leftover salami bread from my satchel. My mom finally found a shop here that sells Italian food.

I know there are bento boxes in Japan, but sometimes I just need some home here.

I remove the salami and throw bread crumbs to the fish.

“Eat this, my fishy friends.”

It works as planned.

The fish leave the notebook alone and accept my gift.

...But they won't become piranhas now because there was definitely salami flavour on the bread, right?

Right?!

Izuku lets out an exasperated sigh and tries to shake the water away from the saved notebook.

“Thank you, Michi-Kun…”

“Sure, Izu-Chan, no problem.” 

Izuku isn’t even looking me in the eyes.

Okay, I don't like that.

I finally decided to say something.

“Bakugo has no idea, especially not about our friendship. You are so important to me Izuku, don't listen to the rubbish he says. We decided to become heroes together, which is why we applied together for the U.A. You will be a great hero even without Quirk, we just have to find the right way!”

I carefully take one of his hands and stroke the back of his hand with my thumb.

At least he lowers the notebook and blinks away his tears.

“…You’re important to me too, Michi,” he then says.

I hug him carefully and he buries his head in the hollow of my shoulder. 

I lean my head against his and rock us both back and forth.

“I love you Izuku, don’t forget that.”

More than you will ever know!

I can literally feel that his face is burning like fire and how he is clinging to me tighter, but somehow... there is something sad in the air...

I wonder what this is?

I hear how Ares signs and wraps his “arms” around us.

“You kids will send me to an early grave.”, he mumbles.

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Today I hate like the plague that I have to go to a martial arts course. 

I just know that Izuku needs me, but I didn’t go last week and my sensei doesn't like when you miss hours. 

If you miss a certain amount of hours, you are out of the course.

And I can’t risk this.

I need it to be prepared for my heroic career.

For me and Izuku.

Ares can only make me strong, he doesn’t give me the knowledge of how to fight.

Izuku also almost forced me to go to my course and promised that we would talk on the phone this evening.

He was already feeling better. I didn't have to worry.

Sure and I'm All Might.

...I'd rather not, I don't want to imagine what kind of over-the-top reaction Izuku would have if he ever met his idol.

I can't guarantee that I wouldn't laugh.

Yes, hypocrite with Seraphina and Mirko you would go crazy too.

Sighs.

Anyway, after our hug and a few goodbyes, Izuku heads home and I head to my course.

As soon as Sensei lets us go home, I decide to visit Izuku.

I text him and Inko, his mom, and write to my parents that I want to spend a little more time with my best friend.

I get approval from my parents and Inko, however, Izuku doesn't answer me. 

Mmm, he's probably trying to save the notes in his burnt notebook.

...I should call Stefano later, maybe he or one of my other cousins has a good idea for a prank on the blonde asshole Bakugo.

So I think nothing of it as I make my way to Izuku's apartment.

Not even when I see him talking to a blonde man who looks like he's suffering from anorexia.

Surely Izu, the good soul, helped the poor sick man with something.

I only start to notice something is going on that I don’t know about when I see Izuku throw himself on the ground when the blonde man tells him that he can be a hero.

Normally I would immediately run to Izuku...but something inside me tells me that I need to hear what's going on.

Also, Ares formally whisper-shouts to stay put because he wants to know what’s going on.

I can shorten the following conversation into three words:

What.

The.

Fuck?!

The anorexia guy is All Might?! 

Izuku has put himself in danger and shown his courage and will receive his Quirk from All Might?!

Yes received!

All Might was also quirkless and got his Quirk One for All, which is it’s name, from another person.

And, and the Quirk gets stronger with each person receiving it!

WHAT?!

We were separated for mostly two and a half hours and Izuku not only met All Might, why does he seem so sick anyway, but All Might chose him to be the next bearer of One for All?!

This is really….wow!

Speechless, I’m really speechless!

Ares is even in shock.

He is becoming all stiff.

I only find the words again when I hear Izuku, of course, what else, except to become the next wielder of the Quirk.

I should maybe tell these two geniuses that it wasn’t smart to have a secret conversation in the MIDDLE OF THE STREET!

“That’s all well and good and I’m happy for Izuku, really,” I call out.

Which causes All Might to freeze on the spot with wide eyes and Izuku spins towards me, still sitting on the ground.

“M-Michi-Kun?!”

“Young Midoriya?”

I ignore them both and put my hands on my hips.

“You really shouldn’t have such a conversation about such a huge secret in the open air, be glad it’s only me and Ares here. So now it seems like we all are now on the same team. So how can we help Izuku?”

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Part Seven: Hate

Izuku stared at himself in the mirror, his hand rubbing against the facial hair on his face, and let out a soft sigh.  The last few weeks he had let his facial hair grow out but he needed a clean shave for the Gala. He pulled out his shaving kit with a hum and started to shave off the small beard growing on his face. Slowly the hair was removed and it showed off the scar on his cheek once more. Izuku cleaned off his kit before stepping into the shower for a quick rinse-off and refresher. Izuku quickly grabbed his tux from the bedroom and got changed into it. He sprayed himself with cologne before buttoning up his shirt. He looked at himself in a nice tux with his green hair slicked back. He slipped on his bow tie and tied it in silence.

He took one final look before heading out of the bedroom. His mind was filled with a million different things but the main one was Amelia. He knew what he did to Amelia was wrong. Izuku could have handled the situation better and not gotten that worked up. When his quirk manifested in front of Amelia and she got scared it did something to him.

She was scared of him.

It was exciting.

Why did that turn him on?

Why did dominating her in the bedroom make him cum harder than he ever did before?

That was what scared him the most.

Seeing her crying made him harder when he fucked her. Even when he was kicked out of the apartment. He felt horrified that he was turned on by her fear and anger. He started to look up porn about it in his free time. He would masturbate while thinking about Amelia on his cock and whimpering. It had made him feral when he fantasized about it.

Izuku wanted more.

It was his little secret.

It had been a rocky few weeks since the incident and Izuku tried his best to find common ground. Amelia hasn't tried to work things out with him and it's been frustrating. He felt like he was such a monster for his actions but on another hand, it had been so long since they were intimate. It was a shitty excuse but he just wanted to be with her at the moment. Izuku was just angry and let that take over his head. Izuku rolled his eyes at the thought.

He looked over at the watch on his wrist. "Fuck."

He was running late.

Very late.

Amelia must have been at the Gala already waiting for him. He quickly grabbed his keys and left the house. He couldn't bring it up to her because she was already angry enough with him. On his way there he had to stop to grab a few things. He figured that after the Met Gala, he could take Amelia to dinner.

Maybe that could fix things?

That was up until he had to deal with a small villain attack a few blocks down the way from the Gala. Izuku stopped the car with a frown, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel before stopping the engine. He leaned his head against the headrest with a sigh before getting out of the car. He pulled off his tie before running toward the commotion. It took a bit to take down a pair of low-rate criminals and had to wait for the police to take them.

Fucking great.

Unfortunately in the fight, his tux got ruined and his hair was a mess. He needed to find a replacement and fast. Izuku pulled out his phone to call Amelia and sat down in his car.

Amelia isn't going to like this.

"Hey, princess," he said as he looked down at his lap.

"Hello? Izuku? Are you here—?"

"So about that." he rubbed the nape of his neck. "I had a run-in with a few criminals on my way to the event."

There was a soft defeated sigh on the other side of the phone. "A villain accident? What happened?"

"It wasn't anything too crazy and everything is under control now. Happy to report that there were no casualties." he smiled to himself.

There was a pause before he could hear her movement.

"There wasn't another hero in the area that could have taken it? Why did you have to?" Amelia said softly and he knew she was upset.

"I'm sorry, Amelia." he sighed as he looked over at the scene. "I was the only hero in the area and I wasn't about to turn a blind eye to it. I'm the #1 hero and I can't do that."

"I understand you are the number one hero."

"I am sorry, Amelia. I truly am." Izuku let out a sigh before checking the time on his watch.

"It's just..." she pauses before sighing. "I just thought.."

"Are you at least with someone right now? I don't want you to be alone," he asked as he waved at the police officers.

"No, I'm not by myself. Catching up with an old friend."

Izuku's mouth twitched. "I have to get a replacement suit so I'll be late, princess. I'll make sure I'm quick, okay? I'll make it up to you by taking you to dinner. A new restaurant opened that I can't take you to and I heard the reviews are great."

"No, I don't want to go out to dinner later. I'll just eat at home."

"What? Why?" he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I just want to take you out. You have a photo shoot in the morning and I just—"

She sighs. "I'm aware that I have a photoshoot in the morning."

"That's what I meant, princess. I just want to spend some time with you." he let out a frustrated sigh. "How can I apologize and make it up to you if you keep shutting me out? I'm trying here, Amelia."

"I'm just tired that's all. I just thought you were going to take this seriously. I'm fully aware of your career and what I have to sacrifice. I just don't think—"

"Amelia..." he clenched his jaw. "I am taking this seriously. If I didn't I wouldn't have called you to let you know what happened or offered dinner."

"Izuku, if you aren't here in an hour, I'm taking a cab and going back home." she paused and his heart dropped. "So for your sake, I hope you show up."

"You can't say that—" he scoffs but her sigh cuts him off.

"Izuku, not right now. I'm serious." Amelia said before the line got cut.

He sat down in his car and pinched the bridge of his nose. Izuku didn't understand why she was being too difficult. All he has ever done was treat her well and want the best for her. It was one slip up and he's being pushed away. He put his phone in the cup holder before starting the car. It didn't take long to find another suit and he settled for a white suit with a black bow tie and trim.

His nerves were all over the place as he sped over to the event, hoping that Amelia was still there waiting for him. Once he found a parking spot, Izuku quickly locked the car and rushed over to the main plaza of the event. A mass group of photographers stopped him on the red carpet and was nearly ambushed by all of them. He stayed there for a bit to answer questions and pictures.

I don't have time for this shit.

Izuku excused himself before leaving the area and slipped his phone out of his pocket to call Amelia. The phone rang for a while before he was put to voicemail. He stopped in his tracks as he hung up the phone. The dread settled in his gut as he stared at his phone as his jaw clenched.

Did she leave already?

He called again and there was no answer.

Where is she?

His hand clenched onto his phone until he heard the case crack. Izuku looked around the crowd and spotted Eijirou with Mina. He walked over to them with a smile on his face and gave Eijirou a tap on the shoulder.

"Hey! Good to see you, Midoriya." Eijirou smiled.

"Have you seen, Amelia? She's not picking up her phone," he asked.

"Oh, I saw her about a couple of minutes ago." Kirishima rubbed the nape of his neck. 

"Was she with anyone? Last time we spoke she said she wasn't alone." Izuku asked.

Mina looked at him. "She was with Blasty. They went into the venue 30 minutes ago."

Fuck.

That's what I was worried about.

"Thank you for letting me know. I need to go find her. I'll catch up with you all later!"

Izuku rushed over to the entrance of the building to search for Amelia. He searched around for a while, getting stopped here and there by other heroes to talk. It was starting to annoy him to the core but he had to keep up a smile. Izuku politely excused himself a few times before he continued to search for his missing fiancée. His heart was pounding as he clenched his jaw and headed into the main entrance. He could feel the veins popping out of his neck and his clenched fists.

I shouldn't have let her come alone.

Deep down Izuku knew it had to be Katsuki.

In his rage, Izuku looked up past the stairs and caught a glimpse of Bakugo leaning against a wall. With a deep breath and a forced smile, he marched his way up the stairs toward Katsuki.

"Evening Kacchan," he said as he tried his best to hide the venom.

"Deku."

Bakugo had a smug smile, and it only irritated Izuku more.

"I was told that my fiancée might be here with you. I've been trying to get ahold of her." Izuku frowned as he held up his phone. "She hasn't been answering her phone."

"She's in the ladies' room," Katsuki said as she shrugged his shoulder. "Amelia fell over because of that obnoxious dress and she's in there fixing herself."

"How'd she fall?" Izuku crossed his arms.

"Her heel got caught on the petty coat and she fell. It ripped the bottom of it and she scrapped her knee. I helped her mend the dress and looked after her knee." Katsuki looked back with a scowl. "Y'know, because you were late."

"I get it. Thank you for helping out my fiancée." Izuku forced a smile but internally he wanted to throttle him. Fucking asshole.

The bathroom door opened and Amelia stepped out. His heart leaped into his chest as he looked at her up and down. The dress he had picked out for Amelia looked so beautiful on her, she was practically glowing. Izuku looked down to see the bottom of her dress and it was indeed ripped a little. Izuku could tell where Katsuki tried to repair it.

She looked up at him. "Izuku."

"I'm sorry I'm late, princess." he smiled as he walked over.

Izuku put his hand gently on her cheek and kissed the other with a hum. He took in her jasmine perfume with a smile before pulling back to look at her. Amelia looked so gorgeous in that dress and his heart raced.

"You look breathtaking," Izuku whispered into her ear.

"Thank you," she replied softly.

"Can I see your knee?" Izuku asked as he gently grabbed her hand. "Kacchan said you scraped it."

"Maybe after the Gala? I don't want to lift my dress and the paparazzi snagging a photo of that," she whispered back.

"Ah, that's true. You tell me if it hurts too much and we can go home, okay?"

She nodded her head as she looked back at him. "Okay."

"Come on. Let's go into the Gala together." Izuku smiled at Amelia.

"Can I at least tell Katsuki goodbye?" she whispered.

Katsuki...?

He paused for a moment, replaying what she asked in his mind. He looked back at Katsuki, who was facing away from him, and his anger boiled.

This is what I was worried about.

"Of course, princess."

I shouldn't have let her come to the Gala alone.

"Thank you." she nodded her head before walking away.

Amelia walked over to Katsuki and they exchanged a few words. Izuku crossed his arms as he watched them. The rage inside of him was seething at this point and how close she was to Katsuki.

"I'll keep in touch, okay?" Bakugo said as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

"Okay, take care," Amelia replied softly.

Izuku's blood ran cold as he watched Amelia smile back at Bakugo. It was a genuine smile on her beautiful lips and Izuku froze in place.

She hasn't smiled like that in a long time...

He clenched his jaw.

Not to me at least.

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SMITTEN - Iz (mature) Teaser

chapter one: no coffee and 3 cups of sleep

Summary: Maybe it was fate for them to fall in love. Maybe it was dumb luck. Whatever it was loves love. At least that’s what they thought, what everyone thought. In reality it was something dark and dangerous. This something hated anything to do with true love. The right people fell in love to accomplish nothing, for this thing stands in the way. But Izuku and Quinn were way to smitten with each other to let that stop them.

4AM, 3 cups of coffee, no sleep, and cramming for finals. An average night for the highschool senior, Quinn Ashido. She graduates in a month and hasn’t studied for any tests until tonight. Now this wouldn’t be much of a problem because she does this often with school, but since her older sister decided to have a party tonight, not a lot of studying got done. Mina was a year older, in college with all of her highschool friends. Now Quinn hasn’t actually talked to any of her friends before except Kirishima, Mina’s longtime boyfriend. He’s at their house almost every day.

“Woah! Hey it’s ok! I'll just have to find something to change into.” a loud yet sweet voice booms from down stairs. Quinn quickly sits up from her bed, what the hell? She hears loud stomps coming up the stairs and angry grumbling. A few seconds later her door slams open to reveal a boy, a shirtless boy.

“Um hello?” the green haired boy stares at the girl, wow.

“I know you from somewhere.” Quinn rolls her eyes.

“Well I have no idea who you are so please leave my room.” she looks down at her hands, her voice barely above a whisper. “What? I didn’t hear you, sorry.” Quinn rolls her eyes again while taking a deep breath. “I said, please leave my room.” she says louder but still sounding close to a mouse. The boy just stands there.

“I’m Izuku Midoriya by the way” he walks towards the small girl reaching his hand out to shake. As their hands touch, Heat rushes through her body, nothing sexual, but something more. Something deep within her. Maybe it's hatred? Hate for barging into her room and not leaving when asked maybe? No, it's something else.

Love? No, are you crazy you met him five seconds ago!

Izuku clears his throat, taking a few steps back from the girl, having felt the same thing. The warmth. The feeling of something indescribable. “Can I borrow a shirt? A hoodie? Something, it’s cold and I’d rather not leave without a shirt.” The two stare at each other for a little too long. A part of Quinn is yelling at her to kick the boy out, I mean he’s a stranger. Another part of her wants to feel that warmth again, to know what it is. So that’s why she says this, “Yeah, I've got a big hoodie you can borrow. but um, give it back.” Izuku smirks, “ok then lunch tomorrow, I’ll give it back then.” Quinn stops mid-walk, “are you asking me out?” she smiles at the boy, turning back to her closet. Standing on her tippy toes she pulls out a gray hoodie with all the stitching done in black making it look like it’s inside out. “Here. Now please let me get back to studying.” in his head, Izuku blames the coldness of her room on the blush on his cheeks. In reality he couldn’t get over how cute she looked. Her pale blue off the shoulder sweater showing off her collar bones and her white biker shorts showing off her toned legs and tan skin.

She’s beautiful, absolutely gorgeous.

“hello? Earth to Midoriya? What the fuck is wrong with you?” he quickly snaps out of his trance, “um, I never got your name?” He says it as more of a question, hoping for her to tell him her name. “Quinn, I'm Mina's little sister.” he laughs, “you’re Mina's sister? That’s where I know you from, all the pictures in the house. How come she's all pink and you’re, well not?” Quinn laughs, the joke having been answered a million times in her life. “We have different fathers, same mom.” he nods.

“Hm, ok so this means I can get your number right?”

What is wrong with me? I’m never this confident or flirty with girls or people in general!?

He lets out a breath when she reaches for her phone on her bed, handing it to him to put his info in. He quickly set his contact name as “mina’s coolest friend” with multiple random emojis after. “coolest friend? I don’t know about that. Like seriously I have no idea. She won’t let me meet or hang with you guys.” you frown down at the screen of your phone.

Izuku laughs, “well since you’ve met me now, I can invite you and you can meet everyone, but beware the small guy with like grapes on his head will not hesitate to make a sexual comment towards you 24/7. Denki will flirt with you a lot. Sero won’t like you at first, it's not you. He just doesn’t like people until they “prove themselves” his words not mine.”

Quinn laughs at his rambling, “you know you’re pretty cute, definitely invite me to your next hangout. But for now, I need to study so please leave.” Izuku scratches the back of his head in embarrassment, “yeah right, of course. It was nice to meet you.” he awkwardly puts his fist out for a fist bump. Quinn looks down with a shy smile, fist bumping him back. “It was nice to meet you too, goodnight.” and with that she shuts the door in his face. He quickly pulls the hoodie over head and goes back down stairs towards the party. For the rest of the night he couldn’t stop thinking about Quinn.

Why did Mina never bring her around? Was there something wrong with her? She seemed fine. More than fine actually. Why was I so comfortable around her? Maybe it’s the few drinks I had, yeah that’s it. Or maybe it's the fact I could tell that I had the same effect on her as most girls do on me. Which is weird because that never happens.

One story up the very girl Izuku was thinking about was thinking about him too.

How did I not know Mina had such hot friends? He was so cute, I've never met a boy with green hair before. I wonder if it's dyed? Oh god and his abs were to die for, what the hell kind of quirk does he have where he needs to be that fit? I could text him and ask, it sounds like most people had gone home. I think Kiri is probably staying over but that's nothing new.

Quinn- hey, its Quinn  5:34 am

He's probably asleep

Izuku- hey, I was hoping you would text 5:37 am

nevermind

Quinn- I’d figure you would be asleep. 5:38 am

Izuku- nah denki and Kirishima are making way to much noise to go to sleep, They’re still drunk lol 6:01 am

Wait what?

Quinn- wait Kiri? He's staying at my house 6:12 am

Quinn- ARE YOU STILL HERE?! 6:17 am

Izuku- yea? Mina said I can't drive home after having a drink so she made me stay here. 6:18am

Quinn- oh yeah makes sense…

Quinn- quick question is your hair color natural?

Izuku- yup! Why?

Quinn- oh , just I’ve never met anyone with green hair, natural anyway. I love it, it reminds me of a forest or like a lake when the sun hits the water just right.

Izuku- wow, no one has ever said anything like that about my hair. They always call it plain looking.

Quinn- WHAT, how!? It's so pretty… wow I really need sleep I would have never said any of that if I was rested.

Izuku- I don't mind , it was really sweet. I also need sleep, but kiri and denki won’t shut up.

Quinn- just come up to my room.

WHY DID I SAY THAT!?!

Izuku- really?  You won’t mind?

Quinn- no not at all, just we’ll have to share a bed.

Izuku- oh, that's fine.

Izuku- omw! 6:23 am

The house is almost silent except for the voices you can slightly hear all the way in Quinn’s room. Then it's broken by footsteps coming up the stairs. Quinn’s heart beat picks up as they near her bedroom door. A quiet knock sounds at her door, the boy behind it waiting patiently. Who's just as nervous as the girl on the other side.

“Come in.” a quiet voice is heard through the door, making Izuku smile at how cute she is.

He slowly opens the door to find Quinn sitting on her bed already under the covers. “Come on, I'm tired leaf head.” Izuku smiles at her, “leaf head?” she smiles back, “yeah it’s your new nickname, ya like?”

“Yeah… I do” She’s adorable

Izuku- hey sorry for not saying bye, I thought it might be weird if mina and everyone saw me sleeping in your bed lol. But kachaan is making breakfast rn (he's a really good cook btw) then me and denki are going grocery shopping, wanna come? 9:22 am

Izuku- ik you said you’ve never met any of mina’s friend so I thought maybe you would to hang out 9:23 am

Izuku- it’s ok if you don’t want to, it’s kind of last minute. There’s still breakfast if you want it.  9:40 am

The door of Quinn's bedroom opens.

“Why the fuck is Izuku asking if you can hang out with us today?”

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Wolf the Fox and Izuku the Bunny

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Hello. And I’ll send this because I’m desperate for Roleplayers. After all, they keep leaving me on read. So I’ll send some anime characters that I can Roleplay which will show this symbol. [ 🫧 ]

And for the ones who are interested in Roleplaying as one of the characters get to look at it because I’m wanting the person to Roleplay my oc with. If you’re interested it will be this symbol. [ 🍮 ]

◌ ∾ 🫧 Levi Ackerman ┊ Attack on Titan ┊

▏Semi-Experience ▏

◌ ∾ 🫧 Izuku Midoriya ┊ My hero Academia┊

▏Experience ▏

◌ ∾ 🫧 Bakugou Katsuki

┊ My hero Academia┊ ▏Experience ▏

◌ ∾ 🫧 Erwin Smith ┊ Attack on Titan ┊

▏Semi-Experience ▏

◌ ∾ 🫧 Alastor ┊ Hazbin Hotel┊

▏Semi-Experience ▏

◌ ∾ 🍮 (You) Levi Ackerman x My oc (Me)┊ Attack on Titan ┊

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◌ ∾ 🍮 (You) Izuku Midoriya x My oc (Me)┊ My hero Academia┊

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[gojotenshi]

No one should have found out that she was an omega, least of all the crown prince of Yuei.

But Izuku Midoriya was smart.

With two other lives on the line, Lia made the choice of accepting the deal given by the prince - her submission for his secrecy.

It should have been an easy arrangement, if not for the group of homicidal maniacs that had been using omegas as a bartering coin in order to take over the kingdom and the prince’s penchant for wanting more than she was willing to give.

Fate was just one big joke, was it not?

Chapter One - fight so dirty, but you love so sweet

a/n: Hello, this has been first posted to ao3, where you can find me under the pen name pcrscphcnc. It's uh, a very long chapter that I hope you guys like. Not beta'd

wc: 12 538

warnings: oral ( m receiving ), coercion, blackmail, general foul language, manipulative behavior, dubcon, omegaverse dynamics, omegaverse based sexism.

Dark pink liquid slipped through parted lips. The taste was a strange mix of bitterness and sweetness, as if the potion couldn’t find in itself to be happy with just one flavor, but neither of the women actually bothered much with it. They had gotten used to the taste, after all.

“God, I hate the flavor.”

Maybe not.

There was no helping the laughter that left the other two at their partner’s voice rang out, a respite over the tension that had filled the room. The three of them had been friends all their life, and Lia trusted the two with her life, and having into account what could happen were anyone to find out exactly what the pink liquid they had drank was… well, she was very sure that both Mina and Ochako also trusted her implicitly.

“Do you think the dose will be enough?” brown eyes met green and the brunette had to grimace at the thought that what little they could produce wouldn’t suffice. But really, they had to up the dose every few months to keep the effectiveness. God, she really hoped that they could find a way to make the tonic way more effective than it was.

“I don’t know.” Lia sighed “What we’re doing, it’s…”

“Crazy?” Mina chimed in, arms resting on the shoulders of the two smaller brunettes.

“Unorthodox?” A quirk of Ochako’s lips.

“And more.” Her fingers flexed around the vial before it was dropped in the table with care that she didn’t really want to give at that moment. She was glad for Mina’s willingness for physical proximity, it meant that the swirling of anxiety on her stomach could be staved off until both women went back to their own quarters. “But if we wanted to achieve anything, it’s also an inevitability.”

A frown from Ochako “Because we’re women.”

A huff from Mina “Because we’re omega.”

A nod from Lia “Because we’re both.”

Silence fell stifling on top of the three of them, though Mina made sure to cling even tighter to her and Ochako with a sort of restless energy that most times was contagious and that now was obviously just making things even tenser for the pink haired girl. Mina was the extrovert of the group, the one that always bounced into everything head first and that had made it easier to blend into the crowds of betas and alphas that populated the bustling city and as proxy the castle where they all worked and resided.

Omegas were… rare. As in hide them inside four walls and wait for the highest bidder kind of rare. Betas had become the norm these past few centuries, but alphas didn’t really dip in number from before, did they? No, omegas had been the ones that had been the only dipping statistic, with omega births declining over the years as if the magic that had sparked on their veins had somehow had to do with the change. No, no one had understood what had led to such a change, but the fact was that the lesser omegas there were, the less probably one was to be born. It was simply a matter of genetics, really.

And as they became rarer, the search for them caught on fire. Omegas were taken to be the most fertile, the best parents, the best healers. Their quirks often revolved around something that would help with day to day chores, from healing small cuts to producing food. Quirks as theirs… well, they should have belonged to alphas if customs were to be taken into consideration.

Having into account the three women in the room could very well care less about what the fuck everyone thought was customs…

“Can you secure more ingredients for the next batch?” Lia asked Ochako with a tilt of her head, watching as her friend leaned her head against Mina’s arm in thought.

“I’m not due for scouting for another two weeks, so I’ll have to wait until then.” Part of the royal guard, Ochako Uraraka was on the lower ranks, but still making a steady climbing for someone who had only been through training for the past three months. The fact was that her gravity manipulation quirk was well suited for both stealth and combat, and she was a damn good asset for anyone.

And to think that would have all been wasted if she had been carted off into a marriage at a young age like it happened to any omega that appeared on society’s radar.

Sold to the highest bidder, locked away between four walls and bred over and over again. Only there to look pretty and nothing else.

“I can get my part by the end of this week.” Mina chimed in with a thoughtful nod of her head. “Aiwaza is out on a diplomat mission until the end of the month and he has left me in charge until he comes back.”

Poison specialist Mina Ashido was a force to be reckoned with. The acid she could produce was highly corrosive, and as such, more than potentially dangerous. But it was her knowledge of how to actually apply it to her mastery of other dangerous materials that had allowed her to raise through the ranks as Aiwaza’s apprentice. Another good mind would have been lost in the lack of omega rights if they hadn’t grabbed life by its horns.

“I know I can count on you.” Emotion swirled on her green eyes, deep and unsettling as it was, those two women were her friends. Her family. They had been together when their small village had been raided and the three hidden away by her mother’s protective quirk. They had been together as grief struck at the loss of what had been their everything. They had been together as their quirks first developed. They had been together as they followed the old journal her mother had left and found the ingredients for the potion. They had been together as the first rounds made them so sick they thought they wouldn’t survive. They had been together and found ways to change the recipe, make it better, more effective.

They had been together when they had succeed.

And now they were together as they passed as nothing more than betas, scents and cycles halted and hidden away by the concoction that had been their salvation. There were still instincts, and though their own scents couldn’t be felt by anyone, that didn’t mean that they couldn’t smell the world beyond. It wasn’t like betas didn’t have scents because they did, it was more of the fact that they had to actively want them to come out that was the difference. Their pheromones were hidden, untapped.

They could have never passed as alphas, but betas was good enough. Betas had given them more than enough cover for what they wanted to do. They just wanted a chance to be themselves, to utilize their quirks to the best of their abilities and make a name for themselves. Well, Mina and Ochako wanted to make a name for themselves, be the heroes of their own story. Get revenge on the band of bastards that terrorized the kingdom. The same one that had murdered an entire village just to get to the few omegas that had presented that year. The same ones that hadn’t noticed the three little girls hidden away in a secret space.

Oh, it didn’t mean that Lia didn’t want revenge. No. Her blood still boiled and her heart still ached and she would have their bodies on the ground in front of her. But… fuck, she didn’t want to draw attention on herself, didn’t want to be indispensable to the castle and the military like Mina and Ochako. She was going to finish her studies and then she was going to leave. She would never stop her friends, no, her sisters, of searching for the life that had been denied to them after the designation had been found. But well, her suicide mission would be her own.

“We should return.” Ochako finally said. There was a shared nod, a finger on a shadow and the room was suddenly cast in darkness. It was the closest one to all of their quarters, but at a safe distance from the most frequented parts of the castle. She had found it during her first few days, back when they had arrived. Knowing very well just how important it was to know every corner of the place. They need a spot to meet, one where they wouldn’t be found.

Ochako slipped away first with a kiss to their cheeks, a smile, and a promise to see them after breakfast. Because of her entanglement with the army, the brunette was the only one of them that didn’t reside on the castle per se but its grounds. On the barracks that were site for the female dorms. Mina slept in the ground level of the castle, near the large doors that led to the private gardens of the herbalists, doctors and of course, poison experts. And Lia, well, Lia slept two floors up, and two doors down from the library and hall of records she was the keeper of while Nezu was busy doing gods know what. Her bets were on espionage. The elderly man had always been too smart for his own good, and she had been scared at first that he would have sniffed the ruse the three women had put up the first couple of weeks.

Mina slipped out after enough time had passed that it wouldn’t be too suspicious. There was the same affectionate kiss to her cheek, a meeting of their foreheads in a silent please be careful gesture, and then she was alone. The darkness didn’t bother her, and it did give her time to gather the three vials and secure them on the hidden pocket of her skirts. They clinked together, but the sound was muffled by the heavy fabric of her winter dress. Hm… things would be more difficult as the season changed and so did her clothes. Then the sound wouldn’t be so easy to hide in the silent halls.

No matter, that was something that she had to consider later. Maybe wrap the vials in some kind of fabric to make them less likely to make sounds. As enough time lapsed, Lia finally moved from her place near the door, being careful when closing it so the sound didn’t carry. She had expected the click of the door, what she didn’t expect where the words that rung in the air.

“You know…” the tone was light, familiar, shining with amusement. “I always wondered why a librarian would meet with a foot soldier and a poison’s apprentice.”

The breath got knocked out of her body by surprise, heart hammering on her chest as she was quick to turn and bow, eyes coming to rest on his shiny leather boots. Fuck, she had not smelled his approach. Why hadn’t she smelled his approach?

“Your highness.” A greeting, she still did not straighten up. “We traveled together for a long time before arriving on these four walls.” Be as close to the truth as possible, do not let him see through the omission and lies. “We’re kindred spirits and we enjoy being together for some tea.”

Finally, she did straighten up, but her eyes still did not meet his. Not because of his station, but because crown prince Izuku Midoriya was a menace.

“Tea, uh.” His voice was so jovial. There was probably a smile etched on his face right now, and as much as she tried not to, Lia had to see for herself. Green met green and ah yes, there it was.

Sharpness, interest, mirth.

His eyes never lied, did they? Izuku was smart, cunning, a throve of knowledge that was impressive to everyone around him. Statistics of the battles his kingdom fought, names of not only those closest to him but the every living soul that lived on the castle. He knew their quirks, and she would bet her own ass that he knew their weaknesses.

“Why have tea at such a late hour?” still that trivial tone, as if this was a mere conversation between friends. As if she didn’t think that the prince was hiding something very well lethal. Izuku was friendly, charismatic, never once had he ever acted like he had something to hide, something that he couldn’t let come to light. Everyone was always dazzled by the sunshine that was his personality. She had been dazzled by it at first.

“My friends live very busy lives, this is the only time they have for themselves.” Her words were careful, thought over so she didn’t make him think they were spies. Well, not more than he probably already thought, because why would he be in such a dark corridor? Why would he have waited until both her friends had made their way out only to stop her on her tracks? No, he had something planned, and she wasn’t going to be fooled.

“That is true.” A gloved hand was raised to his lips in thought, but his eyes never left hers, even when her own decided to focus on his boots again. She hid the sniff of the air with a heavy breath, his scent was still somewhat hidden, she could only smell the distinctive sharpness of an alpha, but not exactly what made it his own scent. Hm, maybe moonclover, that explained why he had managed to get the drop on her.

Silence stretched in the air and Lia tried not to fidget, he made her too anxious, too nervous.

“Is that all, your highness? I find myself tired and I have to be up early to open the doors of the library for the scholars.” A step towards her. Ah, no, that wasn’t good. “Your highness?”

“I saw the funniest papers before I took my night stroll.” Oh, so that was what the excuse he was giving to having been in this part of the castle? Smart, anyone would fall for it, hell, she should fall for it and use it next time anyone caught her out of her quarters after hours. “Have you heard of the League?”

Suddenly her heart was on her throat and her palms were clammy and why the hell did darkness have to be so effective in fucking up her power? It hid the shadows that she could touch, that she could manipulate. She just needed one touch and she could immobilize him and make her escape. He didn’t need her to speak to continue.

“Of course you haven’t.” That same jovial tone, but as Lia dared to look at Izuku’s face, there it was, that same sharpness in his eyes. And his smile was different too, it had an edge to it. Lia was sure that she had been very thorough in hiding the papers in the hall of records, and her research never left her private quarters. “I mean, that is very confidential information.”

There had to be a point to his prodding, right? “Confidential?” play dumb, play dumb. “Your highness, I must say I do not know what you are speaking about.” It was good that she couldn’t really smell him, she didn’t need that weighting on her mind and instincts. “I only keep things organized at the library and records, I do not have the permission to read the documents.”

“Of course not.” A laugh, so sweet and tilting that it almost relaxed her. She wanted to relax, and if it had been coupled with his scent, she would have definitively had a harder time keeping her muscles tense and ready to bolt. Izuku Midoriya was a menace. “And you’re a good girl.”

There was no helping the way the drop in tone washed over her, how the two words affected her. It was silly and idiotic, but beneath her buried scent and halted cycle, she was still an omega. And omega that had just been praised by an alpha that she was attracted to. A hitch of her breath that she covered with a cough, green eyes looking anywhere but at the prince. Alarms were blaring on her mind and all she wanted to do was book it, but fuck, if she gave as much as a step, she would give up the fact that it had been something illicit that the three friends had been doing. That she had done more than read over the classified records.

“I try to be, your highness. All I want is to be of help.” Not a lie, really. She did enjoy being of help, but the fact was that her help would be in making sure the League couldn’t get to more villages like her own. Couldn’t keep wrecking terror in the lives of the people in the country. She just needed to solidify her information, needed to know exactly how many they were, what their quirks were. Needed to have a plan at ready so it wasn’t a suicide mission without a point. After all, she already had the perfect bait. “Is there anything else?” The can I go went unsaid.

“Their last attack was two days ago.” Her heart halted, her breath hitched and against her will, her eyes were once more meeting his own. That was new information, one that had yet to be recorded so she could have a look at it. Izuku continued through her shock “There was a small force of the army stationed at the town because we knew it would be their next target, one of them survived, so we finally know what they’re really after.”

“Did you not know before?” she did. Ochaco did. Mina did. They had never shared it with anyone else. After all, they didn’t even know the League was the one responsible until Lia had found out the name of the band just last month. They were after the best bargaining chips of all. The one thing that could buy entire battalions. The one thing that could give them enough riches to arm said battalion.

“A cremated village does not give much of information.” His comment was so light but it still brought grief to choke at her throat. She would have nightmares that night, she was sure of it. Of charred bodies and debris. Of the sickly scent of death and cut off pheromones. Of destruction and loneliness. Fuck, the years did not make it easier, did they? “As I was saying, one of the betas stationed there survived. I think you knew him. Yo Shindo.”

“He is part of my friend’s training group.” What was his quirk? Something to do with vibrations, right? She didn’t really know the guy, not more than her friends did, if she was honest. They still kept everyone at a safe distance.

“Correct, part of the thirteenth battalion. It’s really a miracle he has survived with such extensive burns, not to speak of the smoke inhalation.” His eyes did that hazy thing they sometimes did when he was about to spout his knowledge. Lia was enraptured. “We still don’t know if he will survive the next few days, but he was lucid enough to give his testimony. It’s impressive really, what someone can do with adrenaline in their systems, with the need to protect ingrained in every fiber of their being. Shindo said they destroyed half the men in one single hit. Awful fire power, blue flames.” Dabi. That had to be Dabi. “Then there was a woman, wicked aim, thirst for blood.” Toga Himiko. “A lizard hybrid, so I can only guess it’s an animal traits quirk.” There wasn’t a name on the files, but during the attack she had heard the name Spinner called out. “I guess the most dangerous is the leader, though, Shindo said he decayed one of the warriors to ash with just a touch of his hand.” Tomura Shigaraki. “It’s impressive just how much destruction four people can do.”

Lia opened her mouth but found that she could not get her voice to cooperate, so she closed it again. His eyes still hadn’t focused so it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to keep spewing information. “Shindo said they had a very specific reason for attacking that village. And you really have to wonder where they get their information, because it had just been submitted the week prior to the attack.” A thoughtful hum “They must really have a far reach, so I doubt that they don’t have accomplices. All black market traders must have them. And if not accomplices, at least helpers, people who will dispose of the goods.”

She wanted to run, so damn much, but he was still talking and it was information. It would come at a price eventually, but for now he was still spewing it and she was still very much taking it all in “They had registered an omega the week before.” Finally the sharpness returned to his eyes, and oh, it was so much worse to have the full force of his gaze on her. “They’re trading omegas for power, connections to the most ruthless of families.” The cape he was wearing shifted as he tilted to the side, weight coming to rest on just one of his legs. “Shigaraki wants the throne.”

Again with the silence, the stretchy kind. The one that seemed to wrap around her and suffocate her because what could Lia say that wouldn’t incriminate her, that wouldn’t show Izuku just how privy to that information she had been? The League had brought her village to the ground in search of the three of them, had killed over a hundred people in the matter of minutes. They were terrifying. Horribly so.

She would still like their head on a plate.

“Why are you confiding this on me, your highness?” she tried to play it as if she was confused, but her voice was so tired. She was so tired.

“You know, at first I thought you might be working for them.” He didn’t let her gasp of outrage interrupt him “But you never looked for information about battle strategies, about defense. They were all at your grasp, you could have been as careful with that as you were with the actual information you were looking for.” Something was thrown to her feet, something that made a soft thud as it landed. Lia bent to pick it up, paling at the small ring that had been wrapped in silk. It was nothing fancy or expensive, it was made of steel, after all. But it had been locked together with her research.

“You’ve been to my room.” She felt violated in a way. No one had ever dared to intrude upon her privacy, not even the people she considered family.

“I did always think you had pretty handwriting.” Izuku commented lightly, but there was a flash of teeth, and suddenly he wasn’t so jovial anymore. He was a predator, dangerous and callous and oh very ready to strike. “Those notes were very meticulous, you know? Mine are better though.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She really needed the clouds to get away from the moon so she could have a way to reach a shadow, any shadow. At least all he knew was that she had an unhealthy obsession with the League, there was no way that he could know about the real reason of it all.

“So, I study the League. I am in no way in cohorts with them, you don’t need to worry about me, your highness.” His eyes were too sharp, too dangerous.

“I have an extensive record of their previous attacks.” There had to be a point to why he was telling her this, right? It just had to be. “So of course, with this new information I just had to search the records to see if there was a pattern of omega registrations and their attacks. And can you guess what I found?”

A hole. He had found a hole of her own making because the first thing that Lia had done when she had been alone in the hall of records was find the damn omega registration corner and make sure no one could ever find their names on that list. “You found what you were looking for, your highness?” she tried for light, for curious, for something that would get his off her scent as if he wasn’t a bloodhound ready to pounce on its prey.

“I found an outlier.” Of course he didn’t get the bait, what was she expecting? “Every single village attacked had registered an omega sometime before the attack, all but one.”

Breath in. Breath out. Steady. No emotion on her face. She could do it, couldn’t she?

“So that left me with a very big question. Why would they go off pattern? I would understand if it was a port of commerce or even if it held a noble that put their full support on the kingdom, but no, it was a small village with just one trait. An uncommon number of omegas.”

Mei was a very small village, but it had boasted really good fertility rates. In all accounts.

“Maybe they hoped that by killing the mates they could get the omegas.” Please take the bait, please take the bait.

“We both know it doesn’t work that way.” No, it didn’t. Once fully mated, an omega would be crippled by the death of their mate. Some had lost their quirk, others had lost their will to live. But she didn’t think it would have mattered much to the league of villains. But it probably mattered to those that were counting on a whole omega, not just a shadow of themselves. “So that led me to think about the quiet little beta that I’ve seen sneak out of the hall of records more than once.” He had seen her? How long had he been watching her do her research on the league? How long had he concealed his presence and how long had he been planning to confront her with it?

And what did he have to gain by doing so?

“Your highness, I have done nothing to hinder your power or reign.”

“That’s the thing, what could you possibly achieve by collecting information about the League’s patterns?” Hints of pine and leather, his scent was starting to unravel. “You have not contacted with anyone besides your friends, you spend most of your time on your duties. You have nothing to gain in all of this. You do not wish for the downfall of the king. You don’t wish for the downfall of the kingdom.”

A step closer. Leather boots on the ground and an increase of her heart rate… and her need to bolt for the nearest exit. Could she jump out of the window and make a run for it? Probably not, prince Izuku was already quite quick on his feet, let alone if he used his quirk to improve his speed.

Leather, pine and lightening. His scent hit her full force as whatever he had taken finally wore off. It was as overwhelming as it always was, and in such close proximity nonetheless.

“So you can only wish for one thing - secrecy.” He stopped halfway towards her, enough that he could lower his voice “But secrecy over what? The three of you are already pretty secretive about your past, no one really knows where you come from and you’ve claimed that you’ve been nomads all your life. So why settle now?” oh. She had given him a mystery to solve. He liked mysteries. “So that had to be part of it, right? That little village, no records of new omegas in the registry. It all didn’t add up.”

“Your highness.” Her voice was high pitched even to her ears, fuck, how the fuck had he gotten all this figured out? “I do not know what you are hinting at, you can smell it for yourself. We’re betas. We’ve always been betas.”

He stilled, and suddenly his gaze was back on her. “I didn’t say it was the omega part that didn’t add up.”

Oh.

She had fucked up. Would the ground just swallow her up?

“Which begs the question. Why are you so keen on saying you’re a beta when I can obviously gather that on my own?” alarm bells all around her. Loud and chaotic and was it her heart? Beating at a mile a hour? “You’re not worried I think you’re a spy.” It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t even bother to answer. She could see the cogs on his head turning, could see the pieces falling into place.

He relaxed. “It has crossed my mind, but I put the possibility as an impossibility because one could never mask it that well. Even when I make use of moonclover I can never get the scent of alpha to stop clinging to my skin, then there’s the fact that you’ve been here enough for your cycle to have hit already. And it has not.” It would not, the potion they took halted it. It was a stasis of sort. But she wasn’t about to tell him that and give him more ammunition. “But that’s exactly it, isn’t it? You’re…”

His words were halted by her hands pressing to his lips. Lia hadn’t even felt herself move before he was on the tips of her toes, palms covering his mouth so the word would not pass through it. Her heart was beating so fast and her breath was coming in pants, she was becoming dizzy. His gloved fingers wrapped around her wrists, and she had never been gifted with strength, so it was easy for him to pull her hands from his face.

His smile was positively demoniac.

Lia had just confirmed what he thought was only a possibility.

And still he did not let go of her.

“Interesting.” It was very deliberate the way each fingers pulled away from her skin, it was even more deliberate the way he pushed past her to open the door of the room she had just been in with her friends. Was it that night? Or was she in a strange time warp? It felt like so long ago. “Do enter. Or would you rather discuss everything else in the open?”

No, she would not. And he was well aware of that, wasn’t he? How could he not be? Lia entered the room without complaint, but she did make a play to light the lantern she had turned off. Once more his fingers found her wrist. How had he approached her so quickly? “Ah, ah, ah.” He chided with a shake of his head “I’m not going to give you ammunition to run away.” Of course he knew about her quirk, of course. “I didn’t plan for this to be your secret, but it does not change the outcome.”

“The outcome.” She let her hand fall down to her side, so Izuku let go of her. Good, because Lia put as much distance between them as possible.

“Well, yes, you see. Blackmail.”

She blinked at that. “What? I have nothing you could possibly find useful, your highness”

“No? I guess you are but a peasant with no information to give me. Your quirk is useful, but you did not go into the army as Uraraka has done. You also do not have the expertise of a poison master like Ashido does. What can I possibly want from you?”

Lia frowned. All that he said was the truth, and she had no shame in that, after all, she wasn’t there to give her skills use, she was there to gather information and then bolt towards what was probably certain death. “Then what do you wish from me?”

“Entertainment.” His smile was easy going again, but there was still that edge to it that didn’t let her fall into the lull of security. Not that she would have when he had let the mask fall just a few minutes ago.

“Hire some bards for that.” The words escaped her mouth before she could stop them, and Izuku seemed surprised that she would bite back. But his smile seemed to widen at that.

“There it is. I’ve wondered where your claws were hidden, kitten.” Of all times that her mouth had to run its own course, it had to be when she was being threatened with exposure by the damn crown prince himself. “I’ve seen you use that sharp little tongue on a few soldiers before. But you’ve always been so polite to me.”

“You’re the crown prince.” She countered.

“Ah yes, that puts a dampener on tempers.” Was he mocking her? “But not that kind of entertainment.”

Lia frowned at that “I do not understand. What kind of entertainment can a prince wish for? You have a full library at your service. A kitchen full of the best chefs. A purse full of coins for what you cannot make for yourself.” His mirthful eyes egged her on “You have courtesans at your beck and call. I have nothing you do not already have.”

“You have my attention.”

“What?”

“I could destroy your life with this information, you know?” his comment was so flippant it made her want to slap him. “Omegas are supposed to be nothing but caretakers of children and home.”

“Then destroy my life.” How was it possible that his smile only increased? What was he getting at? She felt more like a mouse than a cat.

“Do you wish to bring Ashido and Uraraka down with you?” her heart dropped.

“What do you mean? I’m the omega.” She paled, but thankfully it was hidden by the darkness in the room. “Do not bring them into this.”

“Do you think I’m stupid, kitten?” he leaned his hip against the table, worked his gloves off his hands “You’ve made it a point to defend that the three of you were betas, not just that you were, as if I was going to wonder about their designation as well. You keep meeting up in this very room. And you have come together to work at the palace. If you’re capable of hiding so well, what’s to say you can’t hide them as well?” He leaned forward “They’d lose their jobs, the positions they earned through effort and merit. Such a shame.”

“You would not.” Would he?

“Want to bet their lives on it?” it wasn’t like Izuku didn’t know the answer that would leave her lips.

Shoulders sagged in defeat “No, I do not.”

Lia thought he would be speaking after that, instead she was met with silence. One that didn’t waver until she was looking at him once more. When had her eyes moved from his frame? Maybe during his speech about destroying the lives of the two people Lia would give her own for. “Alright.” She finally allowed “State your terms.”

Once again with that sharp twist of his lips, that smile that was more teeth than anything else. It was strange how attractive it was. “Your submission for my silence.”

Her mouth opened in surprise “My what?”

“Your submission.” He gave a tired sigh “I believe you are smarter than this. Why do you keep parroting that question?”

“You must know that I still don’t understand what you gain with any of this.” Besides pleasure that was, she wasn’t going to play dumb and pretend she didn’t know exactly what kind of submission he wanted from her. “Money buys everything, even submission. You have no need for blackmail to achieve that.”

“I have no need for money to achieve that.”

“Alright, so that makes it more baffling that you’re using blackmail to get what you can do with a few sweet smiles and words.”

Izuku chuckled. He chuckled as if it was funny that she was questioning his reasons for wanting such a thing from her. “You forget the value of entertainment in all of this. I could very well charm a pretty thing or buy the favors of a courtesan, but then where would be my fun?”

“In sex?” she looked at him as if he had grown another head. Maybe he had.

“You find sex fun?” Oh she’d fallen for that one.

“I would not know.” No point in lying if she was going to go through with this. “But your soldiers are pretty vocal.” So was Mina. But she wasn’t about to sully her friend’s name in front of the crown prince when the dirt wasn’t even dirt to begin with. Not if she had been anything else than a woman, than an omega.

His glee increased “Untouched.”

“Would it have mattered?”

“Not really.” He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders “But I can’t help but be pleased.”

“You also shouldn’t have been surprised. An omega is rarely touched before marriage.” It didn’t matter that marriage was usually so quick the ink had barely dried on the registration, it was still the truth. “So you wish for submission because it’s entertaining?”

A nod of his head and that damn smile “And because I’ve always wondered.” He didn’t continue, so she sent him a pointed but questioning look. He still left her to wait for a couple of unnerving seconds. “How you look with tears running down your face.”

Oh. Her face burned and once again she was glad for the cover of darkness, though by his chuckle, Lia could bet that Izuku knew very well the state his words had left her in “Pain achieves the same effect.” Would she rather have pain? She truly didn’t know.

“Maybe. I much prefer to see the tears for another reason.” A shrug of his shoulders, as if he was rolling her words off of them. So annoying. “Though I guess a little pain mixed with pleasure only heightens the sensations. I’m no stranger to some spanking from time to time.”

“You’re not going to put me over your knee like a misbehaving child.” She ground out with a huff, arms crossing over her chest.

“No, not like a child. You’ll see.” He waved her words as if they were nothing “You are in no position to make demands, are you? If I say jump, all you have to ask is how high. Secrecy of this magnitude comes at great cost, you know.”

“My self worth and agency, you mean.”

“You measure your own self worth, and the beauty of this arrangement is that your agency is to bend to my will. To fulfill my every whim. You’re going to submit out of your own free choice, kitten.” Lia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, which was a mistake as it did give her a whiff of his scent. He had no right smelling as good as he did. When he didn’t continue, she opened her eyes “Don’t try and fool yourself into thinking you had no agency in all of this.”

“The other choice is rubbish.” A glare directed at him, another laugh from his part.

“Ah, but a choice nonetheless.” Did he make fair deals? Probably not, but the fact was that it was a deal, one she could back out of. But doing so would have consequences that she could have shouldered if they had been hers alone. But she had Ochako and Mina to think about.

“My submission for your silence.” Lia finally agreed with a nod of her head, hands clasped behind her. “When should we do it.”

He leaned backwards, one hand idly reaching for the lantern to flick it on once more. Light filled the room, weak at first and then growing in strength as more fuel was added to the flame. “You seem to think it’ll be an one time thing.”

Lia frowned “Is it not?”

“Of course not. For as long as I want. Or at least as long as you want your secret kept.” He returned to his initial position, as if he hadn’t just dropped her in what seemed like a bathtub full of ice for all the cold that had sunk in her veins.

She grit her teeth. Stupid smart alpha. Instead of biting the bullet, she instead tried a diversion “You were against me turning the light on before, so why did you do it now?”

“You hadn’t agreed to anything before. You were still undecided, but now you have given your word for our deal, so I know that you won’t try and skirt away from it.” Izuku tilted his head “Who could have said that you wouldn’t have commandeered me through my shadow? Killed me and then ran away?”

“I would have not killed you, your highness.” As much of a manipulative guy as he was, she held no ill intent towards Izuku.

“Master.”

“What?” ok, maybe she was starting to harbor ill intent towards the crown prince.

“When we’re alone, that’s what you will call me. Because that’s what I am to you know, your master.” Oh, that was so self satisfaction on his tone. Lia did take back her words, she could very well kill him. But that would have meant putting herself in the shoes of a fugitive, and she still hadn’t gathered enough information to be sure she could take out at least one of the main elements of the League.

But the fact was that with him forcing her hand, well, the idea was something she couldn’t shake out of her head. His eyes are darker than hers, still a vivid green, but not the aqua that her own vision held. And they were amused, the sharpness in them out in the open because he had already shown her just who he was behind the smiles and laughter. Izuku was a good strategist, had always been, and he probably had been planning everything for a while had he not?

“You look positively murderous.” He leaned forward then, fingers stretching and catching onto a lock of brown hair, twirling it around without much thought. “How much of a difference is it to call me one thing over the other? As your prince, I still hold power over you. My word is only surpassed by my father’s, you know that.”

“As a prince, you do not hold full power over my free will.” He was studying her again, fingers letting go of her hair so he could grip the table instead. “A Master does.” She pressed her lips together. “So no, it’s not just a change in words and you know it very well.”

“Aren’t you a sharp one, kitten?” once again with that nickname, Lia frowned but did not comment, instead, she crossed her arms and looked out of the window and into the night sky. What could she say? What more could the omega voice out that hadn’t been said already? “So will you do it?”

Fuck, he was pushing her buttons.

Her shoulders tensed and then… And then she was relaxing because she was trapped and he had her in the palm of his hand because one wrong move, one wrong word and all they had built these past months would be crumbling down.

“I will.”

The sound of his hands clapping together brought her attention back to the alpha, his scent swallowed up the room, slowly digging into her reserves until the way her muscles relaxed wasn’t due to her defeat, but by her own genetic make up. The concoction that halted their cycles and hid their scents didn’t actually erase their instincts. Scents still affected them, as did alpha behaviors in general. Lia wasn’t sure how an alpha tone would make them react because that hadn’t happened yet, but she didn’t doubt that if it ever did their cover could be blown.

“Come here.” It was a soft request, and one that she heeded, walking the few steps until she was near enough for one of his hands to grasp her hip. The heat of his hand was searing even through the fabric of her dress as he moved her to his liking, his legs opening so she could fit between them. His eyes were darker, and finding herself not really capable of handling them, she slowly moved hers to the side. Her eyes caught the earing he was wearing, an onyx pendant in the shape of a diamond that reached the raised collar of his cape. It was pretty, and it fit him in a way that she wasn’t expecting.

They spent a few minutes like that. Her hands twitched as she wondered if she was supposed to do something but she didn’t really want to ask, and Izuku didn’t seem very keen on going further than just being close to her. He wasn’t touching her anymore, his hand had fallen away the second she had slotted herself between his thighs, and even them were parted enough that the omega had enough space to leave her hands at her side and still not touch him. Once again she was met with the question of what exactly did he want? Why her?

And still he was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Her hands twitched again and she finally gave into the temptation to cross her arms over her chest, if only for something to do. The alpha reached for her wrists before she could actually do it, though, thumbs running over the scent glands on her wrists and leaving her heart a stuttering mess.

It was enough to snap her out of silence. “You cannot do that!” He let her pull her hands away, back to her sides, and she would not think she had actually been strong enough to get out of his grasp. That would be fooling herself because Izuku was and would always be stronger than her. “I cannot smell like you or rumors will spread.”

“Uh.” From the corner of her eye Lia watched his head tilt as if he was in thought “I guess it would be strange if you suddenly had the scent of an alpha on you.”

She didn’t bother to tell him that it would be even stranger that the scent came from the crown prince himself. He wasn’t supposed to have his attention on her, that was for certain.

“How do you manage it?” curiosity laced his tone and it brought her eyes to him, he was looking at her with the biggest and most expectant eyes, they weren’t a ploy, that was just what he looked like when he was faced with shiny new information, with a shiny new puzzle. “I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you do not have a scent on you.” He was talking faster now and it was almost endearing, the way he appeared almost child like in his curiosity. “Me and Kachaan used to try and see who could stretch their scent in the widest area right after transitioning, but then it’s been more than a nuisance when dealing with political ambassadors because they are always waiting for that one tell from you and your scent just gives it away.”

Like his was now, becoming brighter, lighter, the pine in a sunny day, well worn leather from good use, and the field after a thunderstorm. In lieu of herself, Lia couldn’t help but take a heady breath of it. He didn’t seem to notice. “You don’t know how good it’d be for us if we could just tamp down the scent for longer than a couple of hours, especially for Kachaan, he never quite got the hang on control of his emotions. And father sent him in a political tour of the kingdoms, that wasn’t the smartest decision if I can be honest. But if I was the one to go then I would have probably missed you.”

And just like that his attention was back on her even though her mind was still reeling for all that information dump he had decided on giving her. Was she even supposed to answer him? Apparently not as he continued.

“You would have passed right under his radar.” That would have been a dream come true “He’s really good when it comes to battles, and heck, he as a mean brain inside that thick skull of his, but he also doesn’t really pay attention to most things that don’t revolve around a battle field.” Was he complimenting his brother or was he insulting him? Lia was unsure and Izuku kept spewing information at a quick pace and she had to listen really closely to be able to actually take it all in “I barely noticed. If I hadn’t seen you sneak into the hall of records I might have thought you an innocent bystander on all of this.”

“I am an innocent bystander.” She was a victim. Family slaughtered. Life thrown in the air. And when she had tried to make something out of it, the rug had to be once again pulled from under her feat in the form of an alpha with too sharp green eyes. “I am not a spy, your….”

His eyes dared her to continue. His earlier words resonated in her mind, so she closed her eyes before taking a deep breath. “I am not a spy, Master.” Lia corrected herself.

“I am still unsure about that.” His hands came up to grab at her hair, not really to pull but to move the strands until they were framing her face, tips falling down to her hips. Maybe she should have cut it short like Ochako and Mina’s, but they had done so in favor of practicality, after all, one was a warrior and the one dealt with poisons every day of her week. She dealt in bound tomes and loose papers. “Tell me, why the interest in the League?”

“Don’t you have everything figured out already?” her voice was bitter. “I offered you my submission, I never said anything about my secrets or my mind.”

“You’re right.” The sting to her scalp was so sudden it made Lia hiss and open her eyes, he had caught a handful of brown hair in his hands and tugged. In a way it felt like punishment for her refusal to give him the answers that he sought “But you must also know I will find out eventually.”

“If you wanted answers that bad you could have made that your deal.” His fingers let go of her hair to massage her stinging scalp, and the attention felt too good. A soft exhale from her frame as her body relaxed even if he had been the one to cause the pain in the first place. “Does that mean you want to change your deal?”

A pause. He surveyed her with those green eyes of his, this time she didn’t shy away from his gaze, not even when his fingers moved down her neck and over her shoulders. Down through her arms until his hands came to rest on her elbows and bent her arms, it was instinct for Lia to clutch his forearms, and it was probably his intention on all of this, was it not?

“You’ll tell me.”

“Alright.” She was going to continue but Izuku shook his head, making her frown in confusion. “Isn’t that your way of telling me that you want information now?”

He smiled at her “It’s my assurance that you’ll eventually tell me.” A hum, drawn out, his arms retreating so he could grasp her hands and lead them to his thighs. The fabric beneath was soft, and she thought they might be satin. What a strange detail to hang on. “For now I’ll be happy with the fact that I have you under my gaze. If you truly are dangerous, there is not much you can do if I keep you occupied, is there?”

“So you still…” she frowned.

“Yes, the deal still stays.” She didn’t know if she should feel disappointed or not. The fact was that there wasn’t much harm about telling him why she was so interested with the League. It was more a question of principle when Izuku had already figured out so much about her past, even though what was one last piece, it was still hers to give. And Lia liked the fact that she got to keep something for herself. “Hey, look at me.”

She set her eyes on his, why did they keep wandering? Why was it so hard to actually look the prince in the eyes for more than a couple of seconds? Maybe because she felt like he could read her like an open book whenever his gaze stayed on her for too long, maybe because getting such undivided attention was strange and climatic and she really did not know what he truly wanted.

A pressure on her lips, the brunette was going to look down to see what it was but his voice kept her locked in place “Eyes on me. Do not look away.” A couple of seconds ticked by and when her gaze stayed on his, he finally gave a nod of approval. “Open up.”

Oh.

Her lips parted, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was pressing two of his fingers into her mouth. A blush raised on her cheeks as he stopped just short of the second knuckle, not really doing anything but staying there. And yet, she still squirmed under his watchful stare, still tried to will herself relaxed because she didn’t really know the why or how of things. God, everything was strange and she was caught in his web and in a way, at that moment, it all felt a bit dreamy.

His fingers were long, and though they had seemed thin and lithe when in contrast with his own body, they were obviously thicker than she expected when near her own. When inside her mouth. And God, it was filthy the way he pushed them further in, just up to his second knuckle, only to pull them out to the tips and push back again. Was she supposed to do anything? Should this be heating up her body like it was? To take her mind out of everything, her eyes focused on the freckles on his cheek, barely visible as his body mostly blocked the light from the lantern, but if she could count them…

Izuku stilled, a disapproving sigh leaving his lips “Thought I told you to look at me.”

She could only form words because his fingers left her mouth, wet with her drool that he traced over her cheek and down her jaw, leaving a wet trail that cooled down in the night air. “I am looking at you, your highness.”

Another heavy disapproving sigh “You do not do well with direct requests, do you?”

Her mouth opened to retort, his words stopped her.

“You looked away from my eyes. You called me by the wrong title. If I had issued another order, would you have also breezed past it as well?” she hadn’t even noticed. Her lips remained closed, though, she didn’t really care to give him an apology when she wasn’t sorry about her behavior. A beat of silence, he was waiting for an apology. Lia still didn’t give him one.

His laugh was unexpected, so loud she wanted to cover his mouth because she was afraid it would be heard out of the room. Did he want to be caught? It wasn’t like his reputation would be the one to fall into shambles. So did he even care? “Brat.”

“What?”

“You keep repeating that question.” Another full body chuckle that she felt because her hands were still on his thighs. He leaned forward a bit, still not fully entering her personal space in a way, but still too close for comfort. “But yes, a brat. I had something else planned, but can’t really let you get away with defying me twice in a row.”

Something different planned? Was that the reason he had his fingers in her mouth? She couldn’t really see how having them between her lips would have aided anything that would give her pleasure. Lia tried to wrack her brain for the details of sexual exploits that Mina had told her, but really, all she could think about was…

“Kneel.”

His hands moved to her own, stilled them from moving and helped her steady her body as she moved to her knees. Now she was eye level with his crotch and could notice the obvious raise on the fabric. She half wondered what was he drunk on, if on the control he held over her in that moment or the fact that he had watched his fingers do a facsimile of what he was going to do now.

As she settled into the knew position, Izuku’s hands moved to the ties that kept the front of his pants closed, undoing them with a dexterity she wasn’t sure she would have. But unlike what Lia was expecting, he didn’t reach to take himself out of the confines. She chanced a glance at him and oh, he was watching her.

“Do you know what I want from you?” his question caught her off guard.

“Overall? Sex. Right now? My bet’s on my mouth.” A quirk of her lips, not really a smile, but close. He hummed and his fingers were once again pressing against her lips, this time, he didn’t have to tell her to part them. Izuku resumed what he had been doing before, thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace, as if they had the whole night for him finish what he wanted. In a way, she guessed that they did have it.

“Yes.” His voice was lower now, and as Lia looked up at him, his eyes were transfixed by the sight of his fingers on her mouth. “More than that.” His eyes darkened as his fingers stopped their thrusts to push farther into her, until they were down to the last knuckle and her throat was constricting around them in an effort to get them out. “You’re going to take me in this pretty mouth of yours.” His fingers pulled enough that they weren’t testing her gag reflex anymore “And I’m going to fuck it until you’re a sobbing mess.” He pushed his fingers forward once more, showing just what he meant by forcing them even further down if that was even possible.

His words were dirty and his actions were dirtier, and yet, surprisingly, she found herself aching between her legs at the idea of being used by him. She was going to blame that one on his scent still clinging to her nostrils and making her light headed. Or maybe that was the way that she had stopped breathing the moment his fingers had pushed down her throat again.

A heady gulp of air as they finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connecting her shiny lips to his equally shiny fingers “Breathe through your nose when you have something on your mouth, otherwise you’re going to pass out.”

“Okay.” That was good advice that she didn’t know if she would remember when it was his length in her mouth instead of his fingers, but really, it was almost sweet the way he was trying to ease her discomfort in some way. Or maybe it was just to heighten his own pleasure? But Lia thought she had heard some of the soldiers mentioning they liked when someone gagged on their cock?

The hand that hadn’t been on her mouth slipped inside his pants, and her attention was stolen away from her own mind towards the length that was taken out of the fabric. A shade darker than the skin in his body, somehow she had expected it to be harder than it was, or angrier looking. It was definitively thicker and longer than she had expected though, not that she had any kind of comparison. Maybe they were all that size. Lia could feel Izuku’s eyes on her, as if he was expecting her to say something, what was she supposed to say? “Uh. I don’t know what to think.” That did sum it up and it would probably be enough for him.

“Would it help if I told you it’s not fully hard yet.” Her eyes snapped to his face to be met with the most amused glance that she had ever gotten from him, she flushed furiously and looked back at his cock with narrowed eyes. What did he mean when he said it wasn’t fully hard yet? It certainly didn’t look floppy to her.

He laughed at her reaction, increasing her embarrassment by twofold. Her eyes watched in fascination as his hand started to move up and down the length, his chest expanding as he gave a pleasurable breath that somehow made that dull ache between her thighs grow thicker. And it was then that she understood that he hadn’t been kidding, as more blood flowed to his length, he grew harder and thicker, the head of him becoming redder. Okay, so that was obviously way thicker than his fingers had been.

Lia licked her lips, and she could feel the way his eyes had zeroed in the motion. A drop of liquid collected on the tip of his cock, and Izuku swiped it with his thumb, but instead of rubbing it on himself, he brought it against her lips. The invitation was clear. Once more she opened her mouth, and once more his finger found its way inside.

This time her tongue touched the pad, took in the drop with a small swipe. It tasted salty sweet, not unpleasant, but at the same time strange. A pleased hum from him as his thumb slipped from her mouth but he still didn’t really tell her she should start, was he waiting for her to make the first move? Should Lia bend down and take him into her mouth? Or maybe she should lick him just as she did with his finger?

God, she really didn’t know what to do and a part of her really, really wanted to make sure she pleased the alpha. That was the omega in her, wasn’t it? The one that was taken by being on her knees in front of an alpha that only had eyes for her at that moment, one whose scent enveloped her in a way that made her tremble. His scent had become headier with arousal, she hadn’t even noticed before, but it was impossible not to now.

What was he waiting? Why wasn’t he saying anything? Lia squirmed, nervous and unsure, trying to make sense of the thoughts running through her mind though some of them didn’t really seem to be hers. They were flashes of instinct, the omega inside of her unfurling because of the situation she found herself in.

Finally, Izuku took pity on her. Or maybe he had worked her up to the place he wanted her to be. One of his hands cupped the back of her head, applying pressure so she leaned forward, mouth opening tentatively as the distance became smaller. His grip on her hair stopped her just shy of pressing her lips against what she thought would be a very soft skin. Lia swallowed, not really keen on breaking the silence that enveloped them like a blanket. It flitted across her skin and left her feeling wired and aching, it was a strange kind of adrenaline that had the brunette huffing out a breath wondering just what he had planned for her.

Her heart hammered on her throat, eyes closing as she tried to get her breathing to fall back to the regular rise and fall of her chest. The waiting was killing her, literally leaving her breathless and squirming and Lia still didn’t know what the alpha wanted and it was too damn frustrating. His fingers wrapped around her throat. Her eyes shot to look at him, and it was… her lack of breath had nothing to do with the hand splayed on her neck. The green of his eyes was dark, pupils swallowing up his iris, under that gaze one would think that they were the most desired being on the planet. She hadn’t doubted him before when he had told her he could get submission without paying for it, but the idea was burned to ashes just by that look. Anyone would have killed to be pinned by such a stare.

Her fingers curled on the fabric of his thighs, looser now that they were untied and pushed just bellow his hips, her breath puffed against his cock and she could see more precum glistening on the tip of it. How strange was it that in that moment she almost thought it pretty? What a silly concept. Lia still didn’t know if the arousal was for her or simply for the headiness of control over her.

Maybe she was no better than the sluts someone claimed omegas to be when faced with a dick so close to her face, maybe all she needed was an alpha looking at her for more than a second and she was weak. Or maybe, just maybe, it was her own reaction to him. To Izuku.

“Tongue.” His voice was pure sin. Low and growly and her thighs pressed together in answer as though he had said it between her legs instead of above her. Would his sounds of pleasure be voiced in that same tone? Oh, she really hoped they would.

Lia stuck her tongue out, amazed when he finally pressed his length to the small muscle. The skin of him was saltier than the taste she had of his precum, but as he rubbed the head of his cock firmer against her tongue she felt the taste of it again. A soft hum from her, eyes half lidded but still looking up at him, watching as the corners of his eyes crinkled just so when she gave a tentative lick. She did again and was rewarded with a soft groan, his hand giving so she’d be allowed to move as she wished.

The brunette still didn’t move her hands, kept with fingers curled on his pants, even as she leaned further into him, tongue running down the vein on the underside of him. He was velvety and warm, the taste wasn’t unpleasant, and his heavy breathing made her conscious of her own. The two of them stayed like that for a while, green eyes settled on her frame as she explored the length of him with varying strokes of her tongue.

It was slow, it was bewitching, she had to break it.

Her cheek pressed against his thigh, aqua eyes looking up at him “You said you were going to make me cry. I don’t see how this will achieve that.” Was that her voice? It was as breathy as his had been a couple of minutes prior, an octave lower than her normal tone.

His laughter was as unexpected as the hand that cupped her free cheek, Lia looked up at him dumbfounded, not really understanding what was so funny about what she had said. “You’re a brat.”

Heat filled her cheeks at his words, face pressing against his thigh as she groaned “Shut up.”

“I’ve been going slow because this is your first time taking a cock inside of your mouth, just because I’m not immediately jumping to have those pretty lips wrapped around me doesn’t mean I won’t get to my end goal just the same.” Okay, yeah, that kind of made sense and made more embarrassment flush deep inside of her. She shouldn’t have said anything, should she? His fingers tugged at her hair, bringing her attention back to him, letting him lead her head from his thigh back to his cock. “But I’ll bite this time.”

The blunt head of him pressed against the seam of her lips and she opened without qualms, letting him thrust the length into her mouth with another one of those groans that made her thighs press together. His hand weaved itself into her hair, tugging at the scalp as he guided her up and down his cock. Lia pressed her tongue against the underside of him and was rewarded with a breath that sounded more like a moan, so she knew she had done well. With every tug of her hair, her mouth went farther down, though he was still only letting half of it slip inside of her mouth.

She discovered why when she forced herself to take him further than he was pushing her, cock slipping into her throat and making her shudder and gag. The panic was immediate, and his look as Izuku allowed her to pull away from him was the visual of ‘I told you so’. Lia squirmed under the gaze, upset with herself for pushing but at the same time upset at herself for not being able to take it. A determined breath was given before the brunette was returning to his cock, taking him into her mouth again.

“Relax your throat.” His thumb rubbed against her jaw and she looked at him before closing her eyes with a hum. And oh! Did he just twitch against her tongue? Did that mean that humming against him felt good? Maybe it was the vibrations… Taking his previous advice, his newest and poor sheer stubbornness, Lia pressed on, taking more and more of him until her lips were pressed against his navel.

It was an accomplishment that was uncomfortable, and she had to pull back up straight away because her throat constricted around him so much she was afraid she would forget how to breathe. She would probably have chocked if she didn’t pull away straight away. Still, she looked up at Izuku with triumph in her eyes and lips shiny from her own saliva.

His thumb rubbed the wetness down to her chin “Such a good girl.” Oh, oh. The praise traveled down her spine and to her core, making it clench around nothing, making her feel empty and pent up. “I wasn’t going to make you deepthroat me yet, but you did it all on yourself.” Was that whine her? By the way his eyes sparkled, yeah, it had been. Izuku straightened his posture so he wasn’t leaning against the table anymore, and Lia did have to raise on her knees so she was still eye level with his length. “So you’re going to let me cum down your throat too, won’t you, kitten?”

“Yes.” She breathed.

“Yes, what?”

A beat of hesitation “Yes, master.”

“Very good.” She didn’t have time to deal with his praise before he was pushing into her parted mouth again, and this time? He let go of all pretenses of keeping himself in control, the grip on her hair sent tingles down her spine, his pace wasn’t punishing, but it wasn’t soft either.

She gagged and choked more than a couple of times, forgot to breathe through her nose, forgot to relax her throat. He slowed down then, but it soon picked pace once more when she calmed down. Her jaw was starting to ache from being open without reprieve, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes from the times she had gagged on his cock. And yet, she found herself enjoying having him take control of her, enjoyed being used for his pleasure in a sick sort of way. His praise was still ringing on her ears and her core felt empty and neglected and how bad would it be if she snuck a hand under her skirts to touch her aching clit?

Lia didn’t even get to try. With one last groan, he pushed her head as further down as it could go, buried himself in her mouth, down her throat. She chocked as the first spurts of cum shot, panic welling inside of her and tears streaming down her face. She was dizzy by the time he pulled away, coughing up spit and cum into her hand with cheeks red and shiny from tears.

When she finally stopped coughing, Lia looked up at Izuku only to find him already tucked back into his pants, clothes as straight as if nothing had happened. There was a tell tale flush to his cheeks, and his eyes were still dark and lustful, but no one would have said he had just finished orgasming. “And that’s why you have to breathe through your nose.” He ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her bruised ego with his touch and then his words. “You were a very good girl letting me use your mouth like that.”

He didn’t miss the way her thighs rubbed together, green eyes following the movement before his hand moved under her skirts, pressed against the thin shift, felt her heat through the flimsy material. Lia had the thought of his fingers doing what hers usually did when she brought herself over the edge, but all he did was give a pleased hum at her state before withdrawing.

She must have been staring incredulous at him, because Izuku let out a laugh “Next time you think about being a brat, remember that ache between your legs, kitten.” He tapped her nose before making his way to the door. “I hope you have a pleasant evening.” And with that he was gone and Lia was left alone and frustrated, aching and unfulfilled.

Her legs were gathered against her chest, arms coming to wrap around them, allowing the brunette to crawl into a ball and press her face into her knees. Eventually she would have to leave to go to her own room, but for now she just wanted wallow in a bit of self misery fueled by sexual frustration.

Crown prince Izuku knew the secret she and her friends carried, and she had just given him her submission as payment for secrecy. She didn’t regret it, but she also wasn’t pleased with herself over having been so careless as to have allowed for him to follow the crumbs right back to her.

It didn’t matter. What was done was done, and all she had to do was continue on the path she had been and hope to get enough information to form a plan against the League. She’d find them, enact her revenge and then… Lia didn’t know. But that was for another introspection.

Raising, she once more taped the shadow of the lantern, using her quirk to turn it off before leaving the small room quietly. It was much later, after she had washed the taste of semen and him out of her lips and the evidence of her unfulfilled arousal that she would have a very cathartic thought.

If the League wasn’t her death, Izuku Midoriya might very well be it.

#deku smut #izuku x oc #deku x oc #midoriya izuku smut #bnha smut #boku no hero academia smut #my hero academia smut #bnha fic #mha fic #↬ 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 // writings

[yuki4amano]

Midnight Musings. Whimsical Ideas.

In Izuku Midoriya's cozy living room, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of determination and camaraderie as Izuku, Yuki, Shinso, and Denki gathered to solve the misunderstanding between their friends. While Izuku was busy jotting down practical solutions in his notebook, Yuki was animatedly pitching ideas that ranged from bizarre to downright absurd.

"I think we should organize a surprise romantic dinner for them!" Yuki exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she bounced in her seat.

Shinso raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Um, Yuki, I don't think that's—"

"—practical at all," Izuku finished, giving Yuki a fond smile. "But I appreciate the enthusiasm. Maybe we could consider something a bit more low-key?"

Yuki pouted playfully, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine, be that way. But mark my words, someday someone's going to thank me for my genius romantic gestures!"

Izuku chuckled softly, his heart swelling with affection for the girl beside him. Despite her unconventional ideas, there was something undeniably endearing about Yuki's earnestness and creativity.

As they continued to brainstorm, Izuku couldn't help but be reminded of the time he had hidden under Yuki's bed, listening to her act out her daydreams with a fictional character named Mikaela. It was a memory that still made his cheeks flush with embarrassment, but also filled him with a sense of warmth and nostalgia.

Lost in his thoughts, Izuku found himself stealing glances at Yuki, marveling at the way her eyes lit up with passion and excitement as she pitched her outlandish ideas. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, a whirlwind of contradictions and quirks that never failed to keep him on his toes.

As they worked together to find a solution to their friends' problem, Izuku couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him. For in Yuki, he had found not only a friend but a kindred spirit, someone who accepted him for who he was and challenged him to be the best version of himself.

With a smile, Izuku turned his attention back to the task at hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with Yuki by his side. For as long as they were together, he knew that anything was possible.

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[rakunsarebetr]

It's not your choice

so ig ill just post this story here cause I really wanted to write it

it's a multi-parter ill link the rest chapters after posting them

it's slow-paced following the life of a mha oc that was born quirkless and their parents joined the liberation army before even finding that out so yah if I get till later chapters there will be gore so yall are warned

They say your true self shows in moments of distress.

That's not quite true.

What happens is more of well,

you lose yourself.

a moment traumatic enough might force you to show how much you're willing to do to survive yes,

but what happens next is you lose yourself, everything you've ever been

and ever may be

goes straight into the trash.

Something new gets born

and well that thing is a lot of fun.

I've never been an obedient kid, quite the contrary,

I was what people might call a free soul.

A kid is crying on the ground holding his hurt arm a little girl ,glaring at him a stone is tightly held in her small fist

"And make sure to not mess with my friends !" She yelled angry, limping slightly because of her missing front tooth,

throwing the stone to the side caused the crying boy to get up and run away.

Behind her was another kid,

green eyes still watery as he hiccuped trying to stop his crying,

but he could never get it under control.

Extending a hand the little girl gave him a warm smile

"he won't be bothering us again"

and with that, the boy took her hand accepting the help, and getting up as he gave her a teary smile.

a voice took their attention away

" There's the kid that hit me, mommy!"

without even looking in their direction, the brunette girl whispered

"run"

before both of them started sprinting for their life

small hands held on tight so they didn't lose each other.

Ah yes, childhood friendship.

It's always so sweet

so pure

shame it's not you that decides what happens with your life.

It's your parents.

small hands were holding onto her backpack, big brown eyes staring at the car door as she desperately tried blinking the fat tears away

I guess she was never much better at controlling her emotions than him.

As her father opened the door of their car a shaky voice spoke from behind them

" Kichan?"

Turning she saw her friend

once again tears were brimming in his eyes.

He was clenching a beaten-up box wrapped with crunchy Christmas decoration paper a sloppily tied bow keeping it all together.

" I...I wanted to tell you bye" He said desperately trying to keep his voice from shaking and just as desperately failing.

With her side view, the girl saw her dad clench his jaw.

He never liked Izuku very much,

he would constantly tell mom how he was a bad influence and stopping Kierus's growth maybe they hated that he was quirkless

but then again so was she.

She knew that already even if everyone was saying she'll just be a late bloomer.

She never quite grasped the whole quirk mania

Quickly she was sent back to reality as another sniffle escaped her friend

" I wanted to give you that"

he started, eyes concentrated on his feet too emotional to look her in the eye, but his hands still handed the box

" to make sure you don't forget me"

the small boy said, forcing himself to finally look up at them as her own lip started trembling

without another word she just hugged him

accidentally crushing further the box in between them.

Neither cared as he hugged her back letting out another cry as he shoved his face in her shoulder wetting it with tears.

The two kids spend maybe ten or twenty minutes like this,

they couldn't tell,

all that was sure was that it wasn't enough.

Soon sadly Kierus parents divided them and put her in the car

Looking at him through the glass window she waved

the other hand gripping tightly on the door

maybe she should've jumped out of the car at that moment

but she didn't

soon enough the car was too far away and she couldn't see the green blob of hair anymore.

Gulping her hiccups

worried if she makes any more sounds her parents may get angered, the little girl sat back in her seat looking down at the gift in her lap.

Carefully she played a bit with the ribbon before collecting her courage and removing it tearing away the wrapping paper she was left with a regular shoe box and inside was a plushie,

not any plushie it was a little all might one

one of the first plushies his mom gave him

she remembered that cause Kieru was the first person he told, he was so excited about it, rambling about the stitching and details for 30 minutes straight, she never tried stopping him even made sure to look as excited as possible

it was worth it, he looked so happy

Why would he give something he treasured so much to her

There was a real chance they might never see each other again, and yet he still gave it

just so she has something from him.

I have to come back.

I will come back

#my hero academy oc #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero fanfic #izuku x reader #izuku x oc #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo

[procrastination-artist]

FULLY BODY//FULL COLOR COMMISSION (Izuku Midoriya x OC) A Hero Gala ✨💖

This was so fun + tHE DRESS 🥹🫶 bby Izuku in a suit, all grown up haha 💖

Comms are still ✨OPEN✨! Details on my pinned post + DM for any requests/ questions!

#digital art #anime #procreate #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha fanart #my hero academia #fanart #mha #mha fanart #oc #izuku x oc #mha izuku midoriya #mha izuku #midoriya x oc #deku x oc #formal wear!deku #mha deku #bnha deku #what a cute comm!! ;u;

[empressofthesunwriter]

Kill La Hero Index

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

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[os3npaio]

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"It's beautiful." — Amelia

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Artwork by oS3NPAIo | DO NOT REPOST

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Part Five: Choice

The time and energy Amelia had sacrificed in her relationship was eating away at her. She knew it was as the days went on. It was one thing after another when it came to her feelings and she didn't know how to bring it up to Izuku. Every chance she got after what happened between them its been nearly impossible. It was always the same excuses from Izuku: something came up or I'll be running late. Every time it happened he could come back completely exhausted. Amelia didn't know what to do anymore. She knew that when Izuku became a pro hero it had its pros and cons.

Amelia felt her stomach drop as she walked along alongside. Her mind was elsewhere as they walked up the stairs.

She frowned to herself.

Was she even happy anymore?

Where did those butterflies go when Izuku used to walk into a room?

Where were those days of being cuddled in each other's arms and talking about the future?

Amelia hated this side of her heart.

Did Izuku even love me anymore?

Did I still love him?

She chewed on the inside of her cheek with a mumble.

"Pay attention or you'll fall again." Katsuki clicked his tongue. "Last thing I want is for you to fall down the stairs."

She didn't know if running into Katsuki was a blessing or a curse. Honestly, she didn't expect him approaching her first. Amelia's heart was racing a mile a second as she looked at his back. Katsuki walked in front of her and she felt so embarrassed being next to him. She felt completely overdressed next to him and felt like a clown. The anxiety settled in her brain, and she started to internally panic.

They haven't seen each other in years.

Shit.

What was she going to say?

Hey, I haven't seen you in years!

By the way, I masturbated to you a few hours ago—

How's the family?

She wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

"Where are we going?" she whispered as they walked up the stairs.

"Somewhere away from people," he mumbled back.

They walked up a couple more flights of steps before they reached the building. The fresh air hit her skin and she let out a soft sigh. It was a perfect spot away from everyone and the damn paparazzi. Amelia looked at the sunset as the wind gently brushed against her hair and dress. It had been a long time since she got to see a beautiful sunset and relax. Izuku used to take her to places like this just to be alone. When work started to become more intense and other things small dates like this just stopped.

"It's beautiful," she whispered.

"Sure is." Katsuki hummed as he crossed his arms as watched with her.

"I almost forgot what this felt like." she scoffed to herself. "Been so busy with work and other things."

"You act like you never get out of the house." he gently nudged her arm. "Rich ass fiancée not spoiling you with dates?"

Amelia rubbed her arm with a frown. "You can say that."

"I didn't mean to upset you. I was just messing around."

She shook her head. "It's okay."

Amelia could hear the soft music being played from the building and she smiled to herself as she closed her eyes. A gentle callused hand took hers and she turned her head to Katsuki. He gently pulled her into him as he danced with her. He went along with the slow tempo with a smirk on his face. Her heart skipped a beat as he spun her and pulled her in close.

"You were always light on your feet." Katsuki hummed as he continued to dance with her.

"Thank you." she looked down with a giggle. "You were always a good dancer."

"Of course I am. I have to be the best."

He moved around with her and dipped her. His hand was securely on her lower back with the other hand held onto hers. The light from the sunset reflected off of his eyes and her stomach filled with butterflies.

He always had such beautiful crimson eyes.

"See? That's much better." Katsuki whispered as he spun her again.

The music faded into another in the distance and Katsuki gave her a smirk before moving. She smiled at him as he unbuttoned his suit coat and shrugged it off his shoulders. He took off his jacket to lay it down on the ground.

"Come on. Sit down." he hummed as turned his head. "Those heels probably don't feel the best. Sit down and stay for a while."

"Oh, I don't mind standing. I don't want to get your coat dirty—"

"I don't care if it gets dirty. Just sit down." Katsuki grumbled.

Katsuki sat down before her and extended his hand. She took his hand to sit down on his jacket and the fabric of her ballgown wrapped around him. Half of the bottom covered his legs as she sat next to him. His hand pats down the fabric with a snort and she laughs along with him. She felt silly in such a dramatic dress and sitting down made her feel like a cupcake.

"Jesus Christ. You are drowning in that thing." He snickers.

"I know and I hate it." she looked down with a gentle laugh.

Her hands tried to flatten out the fabric in front of her. Izuku had always loved her in cute clothes. He was so happy about finding the ballgown and got it custom-made for her. If she was being honest, she had expensive clothes and damn pet name. It made her feel small and didn't make her feel like a woman. All she wanted was to be treated with love and everything felt short.

Her heart raced against her chest.

Katsuki looked at her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" she frowned.

"Why do you look so unhappy? The moment I saw you on the carpet down there you looked so mentally drained." he looked at her with a frown.

Amelia froze as the question left his lips. "No, I'm okay. I am. Just some stuffgoing on."

He started to scowl. "Amelia. What is going on?"

Please don't ask.

"I'm serious." she tried to fake a smile. "I'm totally fine."

I'm already falling apart.

"You're a terrible fucking liar." He rolled his eyes at her. "Remember when you tried to hide an injury during a training session? You got hit in the side and tried to play it off?"

She scoffed a little with a smile. "And it ended up being a rib fracture? Yeah, I remember that. You carried me to Recovery Girl and lectured me the whole time."

"Damn right I lectured you." He snorted as he rolled his eyes. "You were stubborn."

I could never hide anything from him.

She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find the words. Amelia's panic set in as she realized what would happen if she did speak about what was going on. No one needed to know about her relationship problems. Especially when it involved the number one hero because it would make Izuku look bad.

She wasn't thinking about that consequence.

"When you were on the phone earlier what did Deku say to you?"

Shit.

"Oh, since I got my modeling job, I've been told to lose weight. Y'know for the photos to look better." She let out a sigh and waved her hand. "It's complicated."

Amelia looked back to see Katsuki glaring back at her and his jaw clenched. Her stomach dropped at the sight of his anger and she felt her body tense up.

"I beg your pardon?" Katsuki's voice was firm and his jaw clenched again.

She could see a vein popping out underneath his collar and Katsuki was livid.

He scoffed again. "Who the FUCK told you that?"

Amelia looked at him. "Calm down."

"Was it Deku?!" his voice was louder and rough.

"No.." she lied. "It was my manager. They think I'll get more work if - "

Katsuki gently took her hand. "Tell me the truth."

"Katsuki, please." Amelia looked back at him.

"Talk to me, Amelia."

Amelia fidgeted with the ring on her finger. "I...It's just that life has been difficult. Life isn't like sunshine and rainbows as we all thought. Ever since Izuku landed the number one spot as the leader board it's been hard on us."

"Elaborate."

"Izuku won't ever admit that his hero work is the problem. I've made some sacrifices and it's been difficult to be together. I knew that dating a pro hero was going to be tough but I never signed up for this heartache."

She looked at Katsuki with a frown.

Amelia shrugged her shoulders. "We've been fighting alot lately. There are some compromises that he won't do and I stopped trying on some things. I don't want to get into it."

Katsuki glared at her. "And the eating thing? What the fuck is that about?"

"I decided to go on a diet so I can lose some weight. Since I'm a model now and—"

"You got the job because of your body now. So I'll call you on that bullshit right now. What's the real reason?" he cut her off.

"Real reason?" she paused for a moment.

"Yes, Amelia. Thereal reason. I'm not fucking stupid."

"I just thought if I lost some weight that I.." Amelia looked down at her hands as she struggled to speak. "I thought he'd want me again like he used to? I don't fucking know."

Katsuki reached over to wipe the tears from her face. She didn't even realize she was crying. Amelia lost it and broke down as he cupped her face. Everything hit her all at once the weight and that night Izuku was rough with her. Her hands trembled against his as she hung her head down and let it all out. Katsuki grabbed onto her hand and pulled her up to her feet. He gently pressed his forehead against hers with a click of his tongue.

"You stupid fucking dumbass. You aren'tfucking fat," he whispered.

"Why aren't I enough?" she hiccupped. "I can't fucking do this anymore."

"You are good enough!" Katsuki cupped her face. "Have you not seen all those comments on your social media that people want to be crushed by your thighs?"

"Excuse me?" she snorted as she wiped her cheek.

"I'm serious! Have you not checked the comments? People praise your body." Katsuki smirked. "Under all that fucking fabric is a nice pair of thick thighs!"

"I don't know about that." she smiled at him.

"Amelia, I've been following your modeling account for a while. If you were mine, I would be buried between your thighs whenever I had the chance."

Amelia's face was blushing a deep shade of red and he realized what he said right away.

"Fucking hell. I didn't mean to say that out loud." Katsuki frowned at her and clicked his tongue. "I made things awkward."

"You don't have to lie to make me feel better."

"What?" Katsuki scowled as he moved to look at her. "Who said I was lying?"

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