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Izuku was held against his will by two village guards. His hands were bound as they dragged him to the public square to sentence him ten lashes minus one.

“Wait! It’s not me. I swear I did not steal anything, please!” Izuku begged but the guards sneered at him and continued dragging his scrawny body towards his supposed punishment.

Izuku begged and begged crying and resisting but those went to deaf ears. The villagers were slowly gathering at the square to witness the male omega being ostracized.

“Shut up you lowlife! You’re just too envious of my things that you cannot keep your hands to yourself. Just accept the fact that you’re nothing but an abomination. A male omega, unwanted and nothing but a garbage the village is forced to carry!” spat the youngest daughter of the chieftain. She ordered Izuku to be dragged and punished as she noticed her pair of gold earrings were missing. She has many servants, but she downright accused only Izuku.

“Madame please, I did not clean your room today. I was in the stables cleaning and feeding the horses. It was not I. I did not do anything. Please, have mercy!” Izuku cried in grief being tied down on the metal bar. “Hush now little whore, we will be gentle, aren’t we?” one of the beta guards snickered looking at his fellowmen.

The public square was filled with Izuku’s screams of woebegone. His tears rushing. He was bellowing from the pain from the first three strikes but when it went to eighth, he was numb. So was his heart.

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In a world where magical creatures exist; dragons, faeries, sirens, magi and elves to name a few, Izuku Midoriya was born human and a male omega on top of that. The lowest of the low.

Izuku’s village, Hazelmere, is one of the few human villages left in the land. Their village was situated in the heart of  Mistveil. There are four territories in their region: Mistveil, Windswept Pass, Verdant Vale and Hearthstone.

Dragonborns are the ruling monarch of their region. They are the people who lived with Dragons for many millennia enabling them the prowess of the magical being. It was said that Daigo Bakugou was the first to discover the first dragon: Festus. From then on, it was the Bakugou House who has been heralded as rulers of the land with their dragons overseeing the dragon region: Wyrmspire.

It was also believed that Wyrmspire is the greatest and most powerful region known to every creature. Each territory is being ruled over by a Governor chosen by the king, but Hearthstone is where the castle abodes.

Mistveil to Governor Enji Todoroki

Winswept Pass to Governor Kazama Yoarashi

Verdant Vale to Keisuke Kirishima

Hearthstone to Mitsuki Bakugou

Yet despite the greatness of their land and the countless battle victories of the Dragonborns, Izuku never felt a sense of pride and belonging. He was despised, mocked and spitted at just because he was a male omega.

Izuku was sure that humans were beloved by the goddess Elara as they were taught by the elders. The goddess took pity on the first tribe of Hazelmere who were hunted by orcs mercilessly and ushered them to Mistveil under the protection of the Dragonborns. The goddess was also the one who gifted the humans a second gender to ensure reproduction and make humanity thrive.

In short, Izuku was not the first male omega. However, many years back, a dragonborn priestess was sent to Hazelmere to deliver a prophecy that largely concerns the whole Wyrmspire.

"When stars align and shadows creep,

A cursed omegan son, the world shall weep.

Born of stars, marked by fate,

A harbinger of doom, sealed by hate.”

Priestess Shiozaki, as she stood at the public square, proclaiming the prophecy in her ethereal glory was shot dead between her eyes. The people were astounded and horrified. They looked around and a male omega child was quivering in fear with a bow on his hand. It was merely an accident, a child’s play but the people took it as the start of the curse. Little did they know, that was only half of the prophecy.

Since then, the village were ostracizing male omegas. They were stripped off their equal rights and were treated as the lowest of low. Couples divorced, families broken apart and many male omegas hanged themselves or left the village and never returned. Children born intersex and confirmed males were either thrown by the river, left by the forest or burnt alive by their dams. Female alphas were left unscathed and were even held as prized individuals.

But Izuku is different. He survived to adulthood because his mother loved him dearly. Inko Midoriya is a known herbalist in their village. She is respected and sought after as the only healer. However, when she bore Izuku, her husband killed himself when Inko fought tooth and nail on keeping his son alive. Despite being the only male omega left in the village, Izuku grew up fine, although sneered and deserted by many, he still has his mother who protected and cared for him deeply and a few who treats him as humane as possible.

But when a plague visited their village, Inko was the last one who fell sick. She healed the majority, but no one was able to help her. Izuku has studied herbal medicine, but his skills were still insufficient to heal his dam.

After Inko’s passing, Izuku was openly mistreated and all people who treated him fair now ignore him. He has no friends, no family, but he has his home. He tried homesteading but the people easily steal his crops and even his animals. With the will to survive, Izuku asked the chieftain a job. The chieftain is a hard man but for his last show of gratitude towards Inko, who saved his whole family from the plague, he allowed Izuku to be his youngest daughter’s servant.

Izuku knew the disparity is downright visible, but he strengthened his heart. This is his home, as much as his unhappiness, this is the only place he can stay. Hazelmere is where he was born, and where he will die alone. Mateless, childless, and loveless.

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After the unwarranted punishment at the square, Izuku forcibly hauled himself towards the forest. He threaded the virgin forest to a small creek tucked by the heart of the greeneries. He discovered the serene place the day his mother was buried. No one offered him kindness nor comfort. He trod the forest blindly, tears and snot covering his sight. He stumbled upon sprites caught in a trap. Even though he was grieving yet without any hesitation, he helped the sprites and released them. The sprites thanked him and showed him the creek as a sign of gratitude, it was a small creek but beautiful in standard. Since then, he went there to find peace.

Izuku can easily become friends with animals, magical creatures, and elemental spirit. He always helps them when in need and sometimes shares food. He nurses them to health with the little herbal medicine he knows. Despite the language difference of others, they are Izuku’s companion because he never found one in the village. He tried helping a child who fell from a tree, but instead, he was accused of harming the child, and that led him to be stoned.

The creek is quite small, but the water is fresh. This is the only place he feels safe, away from the judging eyes and whispers of ill notes. Izuku never knew what the prophecy was. He was never welcome to the library after all, and merchants disregard him. He just knows that male omegas are cursed and despised by the whole village.

Cradling an old portrait of his mom, Izuku screamed in silence. He cried for his aching body, he cried for the unjust mistreatment, he cried for the death of his mom, he cried for his thoroughly shattered heart.

“Mom, mom. What shall I do? I don’t want to live anymore.” Izuku brokenly whispered towards his mom’s smiling face. “I miss your smile, mom. I miss your love but…I don’t know how to smile anymore. If only the plague took me… with you.”

It took a while for Izuku to settle down, he then proceeded to clean himself from the dried blood, filth and grime he accumulated. Izuku winced from all the pain but carefully washed everything. His body once unblemished is now covered in scars. As he wipe himself, a rustle of leaves was heard and he saw tiny fairy wings bringing him flowers and soapberries. “Ah! Thank you my friends, I love the smell of these.”

The sprites giggled like tiny bells and planted kisses on Izuku’s cheeks before fluttering away. Izuku’s mood uplifted, at least he has some tiny creatures whom he can call as friends.

He dressed back with his torn garments and went home. Fortunately, he still has some food left since for sure, he does not have a job to return to. But his meager supply will only last him for days, he might forage from the forest and start homesteading again.

Days passed and Izuku lived by. He managed to persuade one elder to hitch his fruit jams on her market so Izuku can profit even a little. The elder agreed unwillingly but as a thanks for Inko’s heroism, she caved in. She gives Izuku the profits fair and square and just pray to the goddess that she will die before the prophecy takes place.

One morning, a few of the dragonborn army visited Hazelmere. A herald brought on a proclamation that made the women in their village ecstatic.

Hear ye, hear ye!

For the first time in Wyrmspire’s long history, the Prince will take a human consort.

Let it be known to all omegas of this town that a gathering is hereby decreed.

By the order of the Queen, all omegas of marriageable age are summoned to convene at the Town Hall today by the third hour in the afternoon.

The purpose of this assembly is to select worthy candidates to undergo training as Consorts.

All omegas are expected to attend. Failure to do so will result in consequences as deemed fit by the Queen.

Let this proclamation be duly noted and obeyed.

The omegas from every family quickly scattered to prepare and dress themselves with the most appealing dresses and abundant omega fragrance wafted in the air. The village was bustling in cheers and excited cohorts scampered across town. Izuku knowing about the proclamation did not bother to include himself. Who’d want a male omega anyway?

“Why would the prince select a human in the first place? Aren’t they supposed to have clan-only marriages to make sure the bloodline is secured?” Izuku mumbled to himself. He was donned in protective clothing not showing his face. Elder Garo instructed him to man the store as she helps her granddaughter prepare for the selection. “Seriously, why would the prince marry a human? Humans are non-magic, we don’t even excel in anything, what ludicrousness is this even?” he kept mumbling to himself as he arranged and restocked the shelves.

“Why should he not?” a voice brought Izuku back to himself. It was a guard who wandered off. He was wearing a chainmail helmet having his red eyes only visible.

“Oh! I am deeply sorry sir for not noticing your entrance, I did not hear the chime. What can I offer you today? We have fresh produce, fresh milks, cured meat and cheese. We have delicious and tangy jams in wide selection.” Izuku rambled and hastily offered. Hoping the guard will forgo his questioning of the prince.

“Hmm, so again, why do you think the prince should not marry a human?” Izuku’s face basked in horror if only his face can be seen, but he remained grounded. “Oh, I was just wondering…. I am definitely not against it. In fact, it is an honor, a human being can become a consort to the prince. Just a little bewildered because were non-magic creatures. If we compare, aren’t the sirens a better choice, or the faeries, or the elves!” Izuku squeaked and mumbled a sorry for raising his voice, he was just so used not being able to speak to anyone.  

“Damn, what a motor mouth. I see your point but while sirens possess enchanting voices and aquatic grace, their allure can be deceptive and are fond of dangerous traps. As for faeries, their magic is undeniable, but their unreliable nature and tendency to form fleeting attachments make them unsuitable partners for a lifelong commitment,” the guard answered in which Izuku was amazed. He is quite intelligent for a castle guard.

“I guess that’s correct too, but I just believed that humans have the lowest status in this land. I didn’t think that other magic creatures have their own unique disadvantages.” Izuku stated, he smiled inwardly. Savoring a good conversation from someone not seeing him as cursed or a mere lowlife.

The guard crossed his arms and huffed, "Humans, on the other hand, possess a unique blend of qualities. They are compassionate and intelligent, capable of deep empathy and complex thoughts. Their emotions, while intense, are balanced with reason, allowing them to make sound judgments.”

Izuku snickered on the guard’s biased thoughts, “Sound judgment? Deep empathy? Hah maybe to people whom they deemed worthy or not cursed.” Izuku stated to himself but unknowingly he blurted out loud.

“What the hell are you mumbling, you ass? Haa?! You mock me?!” the guard uncrossed his arms and stood closer to Izuku. Izuku’s eyes widened, distress covering his whole body.

“No, no sir! You are right. None of your words are untrue. It’s just—some humans are cruel. Their judgments can be easily swayed by public opinion. Humans are compassionate indeed, but only to people they love and care the most. I guess we have our own disadvantages, too. Everyone has the option to choose kindness, but not many opted to be one.”  

The guard sniffed the distress coming from Izuku that he backed away, “Oi. What the hell are you still doing here? You should be readying for the selection later.”

“Wha—No I…I am not included.” Izuku rattled, carefully picking his words.

“What do you mean not included, didn’t you hear the proclamation? All omegas of marriageable age are to be gathered in the town’s hall. You certainly are not a child. It’s only a quarter of an hour left.” The guard mused checking Izuku’s physique.

“I am not an omega.” Izuku tried to be confident but as the guard removed his helmet, he was enraptured by the guard’s face. He’s radiant. An unblemished face, skin pale as cream, eyes red but captivating. His hair was like the halo of the rising sun. Izuku whimpered lowly and slapped himself, he is not attracted to a castle guard. People may call him a whore but Izuku is untouched and pure.

“You could have fooled me, but your smell screams omega to me. You know what, remove this.” The guard went and removed his scarf and Izuku was not able to move fast. His face was revealed. The guard’s eyes twinkled a little by the sight of Izuku but masked it quickly and harumphed. “Let’s go, I’ll take you.”

Izuku tried to protest, “How are you even sure that I am an omega?” but the guard held his arms tightly. “We’re Dragonborns, our sense of smell is keener than yours. I know how to sniff one. Don’t resist, omega.”

Izuku relented, who was he in face of a castle guard. He closed the store and sent a prayer to Elara that Elder Garo will forgive his absence and for closing the store in haste.

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The hour has come, and all omegas of Hazelmere gathered. Many were furious seeing Izuku in the town hall. They’re throwing daggers at him but still tried to be composed for image’s sake, so he just bowed his head in retaliation. He knows he will never be chosen especially he is only wearing rags, juxtapose to the omega women by his side who were in lavish appearances, but a part of him was thinking that maybe he could persuade the guard earlier to take him as a palace servant.

The air was thick with anticipation as omegas gathered, their eyes wide with a mix of hope and fear. At the center of it all stood Lady Momo Yaoyorozu, a Dragonborn Matron of impeccable elegance and authority. Her gown, made of the finest silks and adorned with intricate gold embroidery, shimmered in the dim light, and her presence commanded respect and awe.

Lady Momo's eyes, sharp and discerning, swept over the assembled omegas. Her voice, both melodious and commanding, cut through the murmurs. "Omegas, form a line. We shall proceed with the evaluations."

The omegas hurriedly formed a line, their nervousness palpable. The first to step forward was a petite omega with delicate features, her hands trembling slightly.

"Your name?" Lady Momo inquired, her tone formal and exacting.

"A-Ayumi, my lady," the young woman stammered, bowing her head.

Lady Momo nodded; her gaze unyielding. "Ayumi, imagine you are faced with a famine in your village. What steps would you take to ensure the people are fed?"

Ayumi's eyes widened, clearly taken aback by the question. "I-I would ask the neighboring villages for help and try to gather whatever food we have, my lady."

Lady Momo's expression remained stern. "A reasonable answer but remember that relying on others should not be the first course of action. Move along."

Ayumi bowed quickly and scurried away. Relief evident on her face. The next omega, a taller woman with an anxious expression, stepped forward.

"Your name?" Lady Momo repeated, her patience growing thin.

"Sakura, my lady," the woman replied, her voice barely audible.

"Sakura, you discover a traitor among your people. How do you handle the situation?" Lady Momo's eyes were piercing.

Sakura fidgeted nervously. "I-I would confront them and try to understand their reasons, my lady."

Lady Momo's expression hardened. "Confrontation without understanding the full scope can be dangerous. Next."

Sakura quickly moved aside but her face flushed with embarrassment. The third omega, a proud woman with a confident demeanor, stepped out.

"Your name?" Lady Momo asked, her tone clipped.

"Marina, my lady," the youngest daughter of the chieftain replied, held her hands in grace.

"Marina, if you were to rule, how would you ensure fairness and justice in your decisions?" Lady Momo inquired, her gaze unrelenting.

"I would ask for advice from the elders and try to make everyone happy, my lady," Marina smiled winningly.

Lady Momo's eyes flashed with irritation. "Pleasing everyone is an impossible task. You must be fair, not just accommodating. Next." Marina hurried away; her head bowed low in shame.

Finally, it was Izuku’s turn. He stepped forward, his posture straight and his eyes determined, though a hint of nervousness lingered.

"Your name?" Lady Momo asked, her tone slightly softer yet still authoritative.

"Izuku, my lady," he replied confidently, bowing respectfully.

Lady Momo studied him with a keen eye before speaking. "Izuku, if you found yourself ruling a village plagued by sickness, what measures would you take to restore health and order?"

Izuku took a deep breath, flashbacks of how her mother heroically saved their village years ago flowed in his mind yet he met her gaze steadily. "I would first isolate the sick to prevent the spread of disease. Then, I would seek out healers and medicine, even if it meant traveling far. I would also ensure that everyone is informed and educated about the illness to prevent panic."

Lady Momo's expression softened marginally, and her interest piqued. "A thoughtful and compassionate answer. And how would you deal with those who might oppose your decisions?"

"I would listen to their concerns and try to understand their perspective," Izuku replied earnestly. "But ultimately, I would stand firm in my decisions if they were for the greater good, ensuring transparency and fairness in my actions."

Lady Momo nodded, a hint of approval in her eyes. "Very well, Izuku. Move along." Izuku bowed deeply and stepped aside, a mixture of relief and pride washing over him.

As the last omega stepped forward and answered her questions, the tension in the room grew palpable. Lady Momo took a moment to consider, her gaze sweeping over the assembled omegas. Whispers of anticipation and anxiety filled the hall as everyone awaited her decision. Izuku also saw Lady Momo was speaking to the guard whom he encountered earlier. Is he with a higher status than just a castle guard?

Finally, Lady Momo raised her hand, silencing the crowd. "I have made my decision," she announced, her voice echoing through the hall. "Izuku Midoriya shall be the chosen one."

A collective gasp rippled through the gathered omegas and onlookers. Murmurs of disbelief and protest rose quickly, swelling into a cacophony of voices.

"A male omega? He's cursed! He'll bring doom to Wyrmspire!" Marina cried; her voice filled with indignation.

"He can't be trusted to rule! He's weak!" another protested, her eyes flashing with anger.

Lady Momo remained steadfast yet her gaze unwavering. She raised her hand again, calling for silence. "Enough," she commanded, her voice cutting through the noise. The hall fell quiet once more, all eyes on the Dragonborn Matron.

"I understand your concerns," Lady Momo began, her tone firm but measured. "But my decision stands, and I will explain my reasoning."

She turned to face the crowd, her presence commanding and regal. "Strength is not solely determined by physical power or traditional roles. Strength is also found in resilience, compassion, and the ability to inspire and lead others through empathy and understanding. Izuku has demonstrated these qualities today."

Lady Momo's gaze softened slightly as she looked at Izuku. "Despite the adversity he has faced as a male omega in this village as I’ve heard, he has shown a remarkable capacity for strategic thinking, problem-solving, and, most importantly, a deep sense of compassion for his people. These are the qualities of a true leader, one who can guide Wyrmspire through both prosperity and hardship."

Izuku turned to Lady Momo, his voice trembling. "I—I can’t accept this. I’m not fit for the position. I’m nothing but a pebble in this village. I can’t be a consort. I don’t deserve this."

His protest was interrupted by the brash, annoyed voice of one of the guards who went by his side unnoticed. The guard stepped in; his face hidden by the helmet. "Shut up, motor mouth. You’re better than everyone here. You’ve got guts, you speak your mind, and that’s more than most people can say."

Izuku looked at the guard, his eyes wide with surprise. "But—"

The guard cut him off with a stop gesture. "No more self-pity. This is bigger than you, and you’re not going to let them push you around. So, stop whining and get ready for what’s coming."

Just as Izuku began to process the guard’s unexpected encouragement, a commotion erupted from the crowd. Marina, the chieftain’s daughter, her face twisted with anger, picked up a stone and hurled it directly at Izuku. The crowd gasped as the stone flew.

Before the stone could reach its target, the guard stepped in front of Izuku. The stone struck him squarely in the chest, and he staggered back, clearly stunned but unhurt. The crowd's reaction turned from shock to outrage as the guard, with a grimace, removed his helmet.

As the helmet came off, a stunned silence fell over the assembly. The face revealed was none other than Katsuki Bakugou, the Dragonborn Prince of Wyrmspire. His crimson eyes blazed with a mix of fury and resolve, and his usual brash demeanor was unmistakable.

The crowd erupted into a mix of gasps and murmurs. "Prince Katsuki!” Lady Momo’s face contoured with horror as she witnessed the horrific behavior.

Katsuki’s eyes locked onto Marina, who looked both shocked and frightened. "That’s enough!" he roared, his voice carrying the full weight of his authority. "I’ve had it with this nonsense. This male omega you’ve all been kicking got more heart and determination than all of you combined. If you’ve got a problem with him, you’ve got a problem with me."

“Prince… you’re the Prince?” Izuku blurted out, his voice a mix of astonishment and confusion.

Katsuki’s gaze hardened, and he crossed his arms with a brash expression. “Yeah, and you’ve got a problem with that?” His voice carried a hint of irritation. “Let’s go. This place isn’t right for you.”

Before Izuku could respond, Katsuki grabbed his arm and began to pull him away, his grip firm but not unkind. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the Prince, with a mix of frustration and determination, led Izuku away from the scene.

Izuku, overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events, tried to speak. “But what about—”

“No time for that,” Katsuki cut him off, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You don’t belong here right now. Let’s get you out before things get worse. I’ll send someone to pack your things and send to the castle.”

As Katsuki and Izuku made their way out of the village, the villagers stood in shock and distress. The reality of the situation began to sink in, and their anger and confusion turned into a mix of disbelief and regret.

Marina, still reeling from the Prince’s unexpected appearance and intervention, was swiftly surrounded by the castle guards. Her defiant expression faltered as the guards moved in to apprehend her. She was led away to face the consequences of her actions.

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“Prince Katsuki! Your highness please wait.” Lady Momo was running after them with a tangled expression. “Your highness, we still have to visit other territories for the omega selection. Mistveil is only the first stop, your grace. We have already discussed to select candidates across all land and bring them all back to the castle.”

“I have already chosen. My decision is final. Proclaim to all lands for all I care but I got him already.” Katsuki eyed Izuku who is outright stunned and lost with all that is happening.

“But the proper order of things, your grace---” she immediately shut her mouth seeing Katsuki’s slanted red eyes glaring at her. “Are you questioning me, Lady Momo?”

“Of course not, your majesty, I bid you safe travels back to the fortress and I shall inform everyone that the Prince has selected his consort.” Lady Momo bowed and immediately retreated.

“Woah, wait. Prince Kat---” Katsuki covered his mouth with his hand halting him to speak. “One more word and I’ll feed you to my dragon, you understand me, Izuku?”

Izuku nodded frantically, but his brain was not shutting up. “Wait, what is going on? He is the prince alright, the prince. He chose me. Is he really okay with that? I am a male omega, the lowest of the low. What is wrong with hi—”

“Oh my goddess! You—dipshit just don’t know when to shut up. Are you not aware of your mumbling?” Goddess, why? This shitstain here? Katsuki palmed his face as his stress is piling little by little with Izuku’s unwavering mumbles.

“Sorry.” Izuku meekly answered bowing his head.

“We can have plenty of time to talk, Izu—you know what, I should call you Deku. You useless mumbling shit.” Katsuki obviously exasperated but kept dragging Izuku towards his dragon.

Izuku winced from the name, he heard that many times over but the prince saying it does not put hurt in his heart unlike the others. Besides he can’t even retaliate from the other villagers, can he even dare to retaliate from the prince? No.

“My mother and father are expecting us by sundown so we should be in haste. Climb aboard.”

The greenette was captivated by Katsuki’s dragon. It was massive, crimson like his master’s eyes. The dragon’s head turned to him and sniffed him out. The dragon then breathed through his nostrils sending Izuku a warm air rustling his hair. “He likes you, simp.” Katsuki rolled his eyes. “This is Ignis, we’re the same age. He already said you can climb up so what the fuck are you waiting for?”

“O-oh. Okay, so how can I—” Katsuki faced him and held Izuku’s waist and Izuku saw dragon wings forming in Katsuki’s back. “Woah! You’re a dragon, too?”

“Pfft. Have you never studied Dragonborns? We’re part dragons knucklehead. Although some are shifters, but I have flight and fire power. Placed your hand on my neck.” Izuku did and a swarm of butterflies filled his guts. It was intimate but Izuku remained calm and waited for their ascend.

As they properly seated, Katsuki placed a hand on Ignis signaling they’re ready for flight. As they soared through the sky, Izuku’s focus was captured entirely by the spectacle around him.

Katsuki, seated behind Izuku, kept a firm grip around his waist, his arms enclosing him securely to ensure his stability. The sensation of Katsuki’s arms around him was both grounding and oddly comforting, despite the turbulent wind and the height. It almost seemed that they knew each other, not just hours ago.

As they flew over Mistveil, Izuku looked down at his homeland. The territory stretched out in a shimmering mosaic of blue and green, where vast lakes and winding rivers reflected the sky’s changing hues. Mistveil is also the home of sirens and merfolks alike. The sea cove was shining from above and as Izuku squinted, he noticed some merpeople happily jumping from the waters.

As they continued their journey, they crossed into Winswept Pass. Here, the landscape shifted dramatically. The land was dominated by sweeping plains and rugged highlands, where tall grasses swayed and danced with the wind’s gentle whispers. The sky above was often clear, allowing the sun to cast a warm, golden light over the expansive, open spaces.

Further along their flight, the dragon carried them over Verdant Vale. This land was a lush tapestry of earthy greens and rich browns, with rolling hills and fertile farmlands stretching as far as the eye could see. It has many tall mountains, and he can see witches darting off from one another by their brooms.

Finally, they approached Hearthstone, the home of the Bakugous. The landscape changed once more as they entered the fire tribe’s domain. The land was a dramatic display of fiery reds and oranges, with jagged mountains and flowing lava creating a powerful and dynamic environment. The air grew warmer, and the heat from the volcanic activity below was almost palpable.

Throughout the journey, Izuku was so mesmerized by the shifting scenery and the exhilarating sensation of flight that he did not notice Katsuki’s subtle actions. Katsuki, behind him, inhaled deeply, taking in the unique scent of Izuku’s omega essence—a scent that was both calming and intriguing.

As the dragon finally descended toward the castle of Hearthstone, the stronghold came into view, its towering spires and walls bathed in the fiery light of the setting sun. The flight had been an unforgettable journey through Wyrmspire’s diverse and stunning landscape, and as Katsuki helped Izuku dismount, the reality of their arrival began to settle in.

“Welcome back, Prince Katsuki! I believe you have found your mate-to-be.” A stern Dragonborn with glasses greeted them and bowed, “Pleasure to meet you, royal consort. I am Tenya and the steward of the House of Bakugou.”

“Tenya, take him to his quarters and address his needs. I will be waiting at the bathhouse, make sure he is well prepared.”

“Wait, Prince Kats—” Izuku was cut by a glare from Katsuki, “Just, Katsuki, Deku. We’ll meet shortly, go and settle to your quarters and they’ll bring you back to me.” Katsuki said then turned around leaving Izuku by the hands of the steward.

“This way royal consort. I may have to warn you, but we were not expecting a male omega from Hazelmere to be brought back, so your designated quarter may be feminized, but you shall not worry, whatever you want to change, we will replace. We can also prepare another room quickly if you feel any discomfort.”

Izuku just nodded but his mind was scattered. First, he was chosen as the royal consort of Prince Katsuki by himself. Second, he was whisked away from his village so quick he was not able to say no. Third, did the prince wants them to bathe together?

They arrived to Izuku’s new bedroom. Izuku stepped inside and was immediately struck by the room's serene beauty. The walls were painted in soothing white, with accents of green and yellow. The centerpiece was a large, plush bed, framed with delicate carvings and covered in a soft, white comforter with an array of green and yellow pillows. Despite the dresses and shoes that clearly weren’t for him, Izuku felt a wave of relief and contentment.

“This is incredible,” Izuku said, smiling. “Even if the dresses and shoes need changing, this room feels like a sanctuary.”

Tenya nodded. “I’m glad you like it. We’ll ensure any adjustments are made. If you need anything else, just let us know.” Izuku nodded yet still enchanted by the chamber he was given.

“I will be leaving, but Ochaco, your handmaiden will arrive and guide you to clean yourself up and prepare for the ceremony. Then she will guide you to the bathhouse as the prince instructed.” Tenya bowed and left Izuku to marvel the beauty of his new room.

A knock was heard then Izuku stood up to open the door politely, “Oh your highness, you don’t need to open the door!” A bubbly pink-cheeked woman greeted him. “I am Ochaco. I am your assigned handmaiden. Everything you need will be addressed to me and I will be your guide through and through.”

“Hello, Ochaco. I am Izuku, and please don’t address me as your highness, Izuku is fine.”

“Very well, Lord Izuku. Please follow me to your dresser and we shall clean you up.” She clapped her hands and a series of maids with basins and clothes filled the room. Izuku was guided to a massive dresser filled with various clothing and footwears. “Pardon our hindsight and assumption my lord, we shall change your wardrobe at once.” Izuku smiled at her and shook his head, saying it’s okay.

The maids hovered over stripping him naked and were all shocked seeing Izuku’s scars all over his body. The maids and Ochaco wept with disbelief in their eyes. “My lord, whoever done this shall perish.”

Izuku just smiled curtly, stopping himself to say anything. “I will find the best medicine to remove all these scars my lord, no one should be able to tarnish your body.”

The maids finished wiping Izuku off, they also brushed his hair and cut those matted curls. Ochaco applied wax to his armpits, legs and arms to remove hair. They were about to wax him bare all throughout, but the pain made Izuku cry so much. They agreed for now that his pubic hair be trimmed instead and set another schedule to wax him through.

Izuku felt like a new person, his skin was smooth. He smelled great and he finally has a tool to brush his teeth. He was just chewing mint or guava leaves back to his village.

“Lord Izuku, it is now time for you to head to the bathhouse. Prince Katsuki is waiting.”

Izuku was about to leave his room, but he is still undressed. “Hold up, Ochaco. Don’t I need to dress something like a tunic or even a robe?” 

The maids and Ochaco looked at each other, “Err…my lord, it is customary here that the chosen royal consort will be presented naked in the eyes of the castle to symbolize your devotion to the people. You were born naked and die naked. You offer yourself to the throne and to the people. You bare yourself towards the gods and other supreme beings. And in the bathhouse, a ceremony is performed, and your husband-to-be will clothe you as a sign for his acceptance and sworn protection to you.”

Izuku is about to faint. He did not sign up for this. The only thing he was at the very least thankful for is he still has his pubic hair for the minuscule covering it could offer.

“My lord?” Ochaco asked sensing Izuku’s vibrating body. “I know it is unnerving, but this is the tradition of the Bakugou Household. Don’t worry, all the castle people will never lust over you. We never see it as something sensual but rather hope and pride that the new ruler will be fully devoted and loyal to the throne. “

Izuku slowly nodded, he was lashed a couple of times, berated and spit at by his village people. A naked walk will not hurt. “Okay, let’s go. But please stay by my side.”

“Of course, Lord Izuku.”

The moss head omega walked through the grand halls of Hearthstone Castle in nudity, each step echoing off the marble floors. He passed through lush gardens, the air fragrant with blooming flowers, then moved quickly through the bustling kitchens, and finally navigated the dragon stables, where the warm, earthy scent of dragons filled the air. The people around him bowed in reverend and many smiled and waved at him. “Not too bad, I guess.”

Arriving at the bathhouse, Izuku was awestruck. The massive, marble-clad space was filled with steam, and the central pool shimmered with clear water. Servants moved about, preparing for the ceremony. In the heart of the bathhouse, Katsuki Bakugou sat in the large tub, equally naked, his relaxed posture in stark contrast to the significance of the moment. The bathhouse’s grandeur and Katsuki’s presence made the weight of the occasion unmistakable.

“Took you long enough, Deku. Come.” Katsuki stood and Izuku’s eyes darted to his massive still flaccid ---“Deku, oi!”

“Yes, I am Deku! Sorry.” Izuku flinched yet accepted the outstretched hand of Katsuki and he stepped into warm water. He settled near the blond prince and purred. “Hmm, this is nice. I never had a warm bath before.”

“Now you have one and plenty more once we’re married.” Katsuki said in nonchalance while cracking his neck and stretched.

“Ahm, Katsuki?” Izuku nudged the blond’s arm. “So, uhm… Should we just take a bath or is there another custom I need to perform? I walked around the castle in nudity and Ochaco said there will be a ceremony, but what kind of ceremony happens in a bathhouse?”

Katsuki raised his brow and grinned, “You really are far behind education, huh? You see, in our kingdom, nakedness is not something sensual but rather normal. I mentioned to you before that we’re part dragons and some are actual shifters, right?” Izuku nodded.

“We are Dragonborns, our body is hot that most fabrics burn. We’d rather be bare than waste more fabrics. Like shifters, who just shift and go. They tore most of their clothes and shift back in nude. It became normal but many were not comfortable with it, especially when we have visitors from neighboring lands. So, we commissioned special clothes from merchants and alchemists. Get used to it.”

Izuku absorbed the idea, but he doubts if he can get used to it quickly. “And for your question, yes, we actually have to do something together.”

“Oh, okay, what is it?”

“We fuck, then get engaged.”

This time, Izuku fainted. Katsuki was fast to catch Izuku and signaled their servants to not panic. Izuku is just having his moment.

Katsuki shook Izuku to wake him up, in which he did. “W-what happened?”

“You fainted you shit. I knew you were a virgin but fainting from the idea of sex is too much. Have you had never masturbated before?” Izuku’s face became a blushing mess, and he quickly covered his face with his arms shaking violently his head. 

“Seriously? Wow. Okay, so uhh—we need to fuck, Izuku. We could stay like this for a while until you calm down, but it has to be done now before dinner.”

“Why? Isn’t consummation supposed to be done after the wedding, not during the betrothal?” Izuku asked timidly, blood rushing to his face and was ultimately embarrassed yet he managed to look at Katsuki’s eyes.

Katsuki met his gaze, "The Ritual of Sacred Waters is about purity and trust. It's meant to ensure that the chosen consort is pure and has nothing to hide. But more than that, it's a bonding moment for us. We share this space to show that we have nothing to hide from each other." Izuku’s nervousness is showing that Katsuki has to hold him down to appease him.

“Hey, its not that bad. It's also about transparency, honesty, and the commitment we're making to each other. The people need to see that their future consort is trustworthy and that our bond is strong."

“I-I did not want any of this, Katsuki. I already accepted my life to live in our village, deserted by my people. To live alone and die alone. I am not pure, I have hatred. I have rage, I have evil thoughts. I have ill wishes. My body was lashed, I am blemished, and I can’t be trusted. Many said I am cursed, and they might be true. I cannot be your consort, you deserve someone…more.”

Katsuki breathed a deep sigh and enveloped Izuku, his body radiated heat and Izuku calmed from the warmth. “That’s the reason I know it has to be you, dork. You are the only worthy person in that village, trust me I can smell it. The way you answered Momo’s questions spoke how compassionate and kind you are, despite the cruelty of your townspeople, your mind and heart will never leave a single person in need of help. Your scars are beautiful, they’re testaments of your resilience. You are perfect in your imperfections. Just follow my lead, Izuku. I will protect you.”

Izuku contemplated but he caved in. “O-Okay. If you’ll have me, my prince…please take care of me.” Izuku whispered and Katsuki squeezed him a little in response.

Izuku closed his eyes as he felt Katsuki shifted and moved away from him. He waited for Katsuki to start but Katsuki just cursed, and he heard rushing footsteps toward them, “Fuck, shit. I don’t---” Tenya then whispered things to Katsuki. “Okay, fuck. Okay. I will do it. I know the dinner is being set.”

Izuku felt Katsuki leaned towards him and cupped his chin, “Look at me, Izuku.”

Glinting jades opened and met fiery crimsons then Izuku purred, “Kat--chan” a soft sound came out and Katsuki immediately connected their lips.

Izuku’s lips were soft despite being chapped. His lips remained closed, so Katsuki bit his lower lip and inserted his tongue. Izuku moaned from the action and instinctually wrapped his arms around the blond prince’s neck to deepen the connection. He gingerly followed Katsuki’s lead. They kissed and swapped spit, it was messy, but it was okay. Good, even. Katsuki parted their lips and reveled on the sight of Izuku’s plump lips and hooded eyes.

“Katsuki, that was my first kiss.” Izuku confessed, not knowing where his confidence coming from. “Good, because me, too.” Katsuki replied, equally feeling good.

They kissed again, and this time Katsuki is more arduous and fiercer. He sucked Izuku’s tongue bit his lips more and his hands traveled around Izuku’s body. He pinched Izuku’s left nub earning a shudder from the omega. The greenette omega moaned wantonly arching his back as if to offer more. “You like that, Deku?” Listening from Izuku’s sexy moans, the prince was now appreciating that he endured sitting and listening from all embarrassing sex education he was forced to attend for hours.

“Kacchan, yes. I don’t know but yes, more.” Izuku was thinking that when his village men branded him as a whore, it might be true. He never knew he can produce scandalous sounds as Katsuki left his lips and placed his mouth to his ears, nibbling and licking his earlobes. Then he licked Izuku’s neck, sucking and leaving purpling bruises to his throat. Izuku’s omega scent wafted through the air and wished for Katsuki to like the smell.

“You smell fucking sweet, Izuku. Especially here.” Katsuki’s hovered over his ass and pinched his globes. “Ahh…Kacchan, not there.”

“Don’t play coy with me, Izuku. You’ve been releasing a pleasurable scent since earlier, and I heard that omegas slick more than any other females. Let me taste you, Izuku.” Katsuki whispered darkly on Izuku’s ears while poking Izuku’s cherry ass. His digit asking for entrance.

“Hmm…Kacchan, not there. Here.” Izuku guided Katsuki’s hands in between his legs. Just a little below his cocklet. His cunt was leaking since earlier. Katsuki palmed Izuku’s cocklet but when he felt folds after, his eyes widened. “Deku, what is this?”

Izuku turned scarlet as Katsuki continued rubbing his cunt. “That’s my vagina, Kacchan. I’m intersex.”

“Fuck this shit, this was not in the books!” Katsuki pressed further until his finger reached Izuku’s insides. Slick covered his digit. He pushed it in and out in succeeding motion and Izuku was panting hard. “Kacchan, it’s so good. I never touched myself, never knew it can be this good.” Izuku opened his legs a little wider since standing only offers limited reach.

Katsuki removed his finger and Izuku whined from the absence. “Patience, Deku.” He then hauled Izuku out from the water and into the marble tiles. Izuku was seated, legs open wide facing his face. Katsuki did not lose any second and buried his face in Izuku’s green pubes inhaling the unfiltered omega scent. He kissed Izuku’s cocklet, gave a few licks then went back to his pulsing cunt.

Katsuki now has a good view with Izuku’s sex. He pried open the labia then gave a fat lick. Izuku screamed on the first contact, fully accepting that he is indeed a whore. He willingly opened his legs to a man whom he just met a few hours ago. But hey, it’s the prince, what can he do?

Katsuki continued licking and sucking his cunt. The blond played with his clitoris while three digits were pumping in and out of Izuku’s. The greenette’s walls were tightening, a sign that he is close. “Kacchan, it feels weird, it’s warm—"

Katsuki leveled up his ministrations, his tongue vibrating over the omega’s clit and fingers curling inside. With a sudden burst, Izuku screamed, and his orgasm echoed throughout the bathhouse walls.

Katsuki cleaned and slurped all his release and pulled Izuku into a tight embrace. His warm body radiating comfort to the spent omega. “Tenya, Ochaco. The ritual is done.”

He extended a hand, a silent invitation. Izuku, still panting and with a trembling hand, reached out and took it. Katsuki's grip was firm, yet gentle, pulling Izuku up from the marble tiles and guided him towards the pulpit to culminate the ritual.

Katsuki, with a gesture, signaled to the servants. In moments, two ceremonial robes were brought forth, shimmering under the soft glow of the candlelight. Katsuki took one, his movements deliberate.

"This robe," he began, his voice carrying a sense of solemn promise, "is a symbol of protection, a shield against the world's harshness. I offer it to you, my chosen consort, as a pledge of my unwavering devotion." Katsuki draped the robe over Izuku's shoulders. As the fabric settled, Izuku felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of being sheltered.

"In wearing this robe," Katsuki continued, his voice filled with a depth Izuku had never heard before, "you are not merely clothed. You are cloaked in my honor, my respect, and my eternal vow to cherish and protect you."

Katsuki cradled his consort's face and placed a gentle kiss on top of his dampened curls, "Izuku Midoriya, my chosen bride, accept my devotion and protection. Let this day be the beginning of our promised fate."

Izuku felt powerful and beloved with how Katsuki professed his words that Izuku remained speechless yet enamored. But his eyes never left his prince, his eyes twinkling and beyond grateful.

“Leave us, report to the Queen and King that we will join the supper shortly.”

“Of course, your majesty.” All the servants went out of the bathhouse, finally giving the newly proclaimed betrothed privacy.

“Are we done, Kacchan? Was the ceremony over? But you haven’t had your release yet.” Izuku peeked towards his husband-to-be. Katsuki snorted, “For now, yes. But later, your cunt will face my dick.”

“Kacchan! You’re so vulgar.” Izuku slapped his arms loud then panicked. “Oh no, I am sorry. I did not mean to slap you, it is very disrespectful of me towards the pr—” but Katsuki captured his mouth and kissed him hard, “I’m your betrothed now, Deku. We’re already on the same status, you don’t need to be antsy about me being the prince. You already named me Kacchan, stick with it.” Izuku just nodded, his heart and body maybe at peace but his mind is running a mile.

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The dinner with Queen Mitsuki and King Masaru was a grand affair in the Hearthstone dining hall. The room was illuminated by golden chandeliers, casting a warm glow over the long, elegantly set table. The air was rich with the aroma of roasted meats, fresh bread, and an array of exotic dishes.

Queen Mitsuki, regal in her flowing gown, and King Masaru, a striking figure with pointed ears that marked him as an elf, welcomed him warmly. Izuku had been surprised to learn of Masaru's elven heritage, his graceful presence and timeless eyes adding an air of mystique to the evening. Then he realized that Katsuki is a Dragonborn half blood. He needs to ask him more with that. 

The supper proceeded with laughter and pleasant conversation. Katsuki sat beside Izuku, couldn’t hide his joy as he watched his betrothed enjoying the meal.

As the meal continued, Katsuki's excitement grew. With a broad smile, he turned to Queen Mitsuki and said, “Oi, Old Hag, Izuku will be moving in my chambers.”

Mitsuki's eyes twinkled with a mix of amusement and firmness. “You brat! You know the rules. It’s customary that the couple only share a chamber after the wedding. We have already discussed this.”

Katsuki frowned but persisted. “But why wait? We’re engaged. I want to be with him.”

Mitsuki’s expression softened as she replied, “You already had the opportunity to consummate with him in the bathhouse earlier. That should be enough for now, so you damn wait.” Katsuki gritted his teeth, but Izuku placed a warm hand on top of his and his anger subsided.

As the dinner concluded, the focus shifted to planning the wedding. “Katsuki, in two days’ time, you and Izuku will be travelling towards the neighboring lands to personally invite our allies to your upcoming wedding. Make sure to discuss everything with Izuku, and I mean everything, you hear me brat?”

“I fucking know. We have many things to talk about, anyway.” Katsuki grumbled, slowly looking to Izuku. Izuku has this confused expression but managed it to look stoic, but Katsuki knows better. Katsuki can read minds if he wills it, like his Elven sire. This is the only elven trait manifested in him.

“What are we talking about? Why do I think that I will know something horrifying? Am I really cursed? Is this the prophecy? But I don’t know the prophecy? Does Kacchan likes me or he’s just going along with tradition and his duty to the throne? Do I like him? When will we have sex again? Does he find me attractive, but I have a lot of scars! Oh no, will Katsuki divorce me after knowing I’m cursed?”

That’s it, Katsuki had enough, immediate regrets filled him for willing to hear Izuku’s thoughts.

“Oh goddess! Shut up, Deku!” His voice laced with venom. “Sorry, Kacchan!” Izuku squeaked, he knows this time he is definitely silent but still shuts his thoughts.

After supper, Katsuki stood and extended his hands towards his fiance, “Let’s go, Deku. I will walk you to your room and we’ll discuss there.” Izuku linked his hand to Katsuki’s offered arms and as they were about to leave, Mitsuki reminded them to drink pregnancy prevention pills since it's not recommended to get Izuku pregnant before the wedding.

Mitsuki hollered as Katsuki’s ears turned red and Izuku’s face fully blossomed like a tomato. The couple hurried to go as Katsuki was pissed hearing the cackles of his old hag.   

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Izuku sat on the edge of his new bed, feeling overwhelmed by the events of the day. Katsuki stood nearby; his intense gaze fixed on Izuku.

"Why did you choose me?" Izuku asked quietly, his voice trembling.

Katsuki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "There are two reasons, Izuku. First, there's the prophecy. It was said many years ago, even before my parents' time. The prophecy foretells of an omega son who could either bring doom or salvation to Wyrmspire.”

Katsuki snapped his fingers and Tenya went inside the room and handed Katsuki a scroll and immediately bowed and went out. He opened the scroll and gestured Izuku to read:

"When stars align and shadows creep,

A cursed omegan son, the world shall weep.

Born of stars, marked by fate,

A harbinger of doom, sealed by hate.

Yet, hope resides, a whispered lore,

In union sacred, a world restored.

With a touch of a half-blood prince, a balance found,

When darkness yields and light resound."

Izuku's eyes widened in shock for this is the first time he read about the prophecy. His mind ticking like clockwork, the gears running and connecting. “A cursed omegan son? Is that who I am?”

Katsuki shrugged, “I honestly don’t know. Everything is still unclear. Also, back then, no one knew how to address the prophecy. There were two factors: an omegan son and a half-blood prince.”

Izuku slowly digested the newfound things he had. “I am the possible male omega in the prophecy. No other male omega survived in our village. The King is an elf, so does that mean, Katsuki is the half-blood prince?"

Katsuki read the omega’s mind and answered, “The Dragonborns have always been pure-blooded. They never took other races to marry, so the idea of a half-blood was unheard of. Because of that, we thought the half-blood mentioned might not come from the Dragonborns. Until my mother married my father, as you’ve seen."

Izuku frowned, baffled how Katsuki perfectly answered him, but he was still trying to process this. "So, what did they do back then? Is that also the reason why male omegas like me were ostracized? Because we are cursed then the people feared us, so mistreatment is the answer?"

Katsuki continued, "Years ago, the castle sent seers to all human villages to make known the prophecy. The plan was to secure and protect male omegas. Give them good education, take care of them, and ensure they wouldn't be led astray. They wanted to make sure that if the prophetical omega appeared, he would be ready. But apparently Hazelmere is different…”

“How are we different? Do you mean to say that other human villages treated their male omegas with care and comfort?”

Katsuki scornfully nodded, “Yes. We even have a lot of alchemists and scholars who are male omegas…” Katsuki’s voice faltered a little seeing Izuku is paralyzed in silence.

Katsuki breathed another sigh and continued, “Different because the seer sent to your village came back dead, the chieftain was punished for it, but the castle assumed that the message has been sent.

Years passed and Hazelmere only sent reports that in each year no male omegas survived into childhood lest adulthood. They were weak infants who passed away quickly. My parents sent people to check and indeed no male omega children were running and playing around. The castle accepted it as a fact.”

Izuku’s brain short circuited. How dare they? All his life he believed he does not deserve to live comfortably. He accepted all ridicules and disdain. He felt his life robbed from him. To live in just an empty husk waiting for his end. Izuku cried in silence, his heart was torn into pieces. Knowing he could have a simple life; he could still have his mother by his side if only the people helped him.

Katsuki sat down beside his consort, “I am sorry, Izuku. The castle was blind from the false reports we received. We even had the proclamation in your village just for formality knowing that no male omegas will be sighted, but then I found you. I was seething when I realized your village people had been lying to the throne. I already asked the Royal Bailiff to deliver a full report from the beginning of their betrayal. I will see to it that the responsible will be given just punishment.”

Izuku looked up, his misty eyes meeting Katsuki's. "But—how sure are you that I am the omega son in the prophecy? If there are other male omegas from other villages, why did you choose me then and there?”

Katsuki's gaze softened. "Because I see something in you, Izuku. I just know it has to be you. You’re different from anyone else, and I believe in you. Another is, Elara visited me in my dreams, she showed me a vision of a man adorned with stars. The moment I saw your face and confirmed you are an omega by your scent, I know you’re the one.”

Izuku's heart pounded as he absorbed Katsuki's words. "I... I don't know what to say."

Katsuki placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to say anything. Just know that we have a lot of work ahead of us, and we'll need to rely on each other to get through it. Besides I may be the first half-blood prince of the Dragonborns but it is not determined if I am also the one in the prophecy."

Izuku put his head on Katsuki’s shoulders and the blond wiped his tears, “Just know this, I am attracted to you, Izuku. This may sound forward but prophecy or not, I know it has to be you.”

“But what if I am truly cursed Kacchan, I will bring doom to Wyrmspire.” Izuku wept again, his heart full of fear.

Katsuki nodded. "Maybe, but you're also the hope. The prophecy says that our union can restore balance to the land. That's why you were chosen, Izuku. I chose you. So will you choose me, too?"

Izuku looked up and met Katsuki’s sincere eyes, he nodded and pecked the lips of his betrothed. “I-I choose you too, my prince.”

Katsuki gave a genuine smile and kissed the greenette slowly, “I know you feel everything is unreal and fast moving, but trust me, I’ll be with you always. We’re together now. I need someone who will be my strength and reason.”

The omega smiled meekly, “I will do my best to support you and learn how to rule beside you.”

The couple connected their lips again and Izuku was pushed to the bed. Katsuki slowly removed their clothing and went on top of his consort. “You’re beautiful, Izuku. Very beautiful.” The half-blood prince murmured by Izuku’s ears as his hand caressed Izuku’s marred skin.

“Kacchan…” Izuku crooned by Katsuki’s gentleness. Izuku felt another warm and sticky feeling building up to his stomach. “Please, touch me, my prince.”

Katsuki did as he was told and touched Izuku’s private bud. He thumbed the cocklet giving it a stroke then pushing forward to Izuku’s weeping hole. Katsuki will never stop wanting Izuku’s cunt. The chubby lips of his labia to his slicking hole, Katsuki relished from the sensation.

“I love your cunt, Izuku. It’s making me crazy. I want to be inside, fuck.” Katsuki nipped Izuku’s nipples as he continues circling and pushing his digits to Izuku’s hole. “Please, Kacchan do it. I want you, please.”

Katsuki in his nakedness, mounted Izuku. He already knew the taste of Izuku’s slick, but his dick is pulsating. “I hope you’re ready for a Dragonborn cock, my love.”

Izuku preened for the choice of word of his betrothed, but his eyes widened as he saw the gigantic cock of his lover. “Kacchan… you’re so big. Will it fit?”

Katsuki grinned, “We’ll make it fit, then. Hold me tight.”

Izuku held his lover’s arms as Katsuki positioned himself in between Izuku’s spread legs. Katsuki slowly pushed his cock inside and Izuku choked a sob. The stretch was too much. “Kacch—it hurts! Kacchan…” Izuku cried and trashed as felt himself being split in two.

“Shh, my love. It’s just for now. I’ll make it go away soon. You trust me?” Despite the tears framing Izuku’s face, he nodded and braced himself as Katsuki pushed further. Katsuki gently kissed his eyes, and his tears juxtapose to his rough entrance with Izuku’s breeding hole.

Izuku screamed as Katsuki bottomed out hitting all Izuku’s pleasure spot. Katsuki’s shaft reached unimaginable depths and Izuku can feel his belly bulging, totally full.

“I’m moving, Izuku. Breathe okay, breathe my love.”

The movement sent electricity to Izuku’s spine that he aches to feel it again. He moved along with his fiancé and met every thrust he was given. The bed chambers were filled with Izuku’s shrills, moans and whimpers along with Katsuki’s grunts and growls.

Their kisses were bruising. Their grips of each other tightened. Their synchronous dance of slapping flesh heightened and quickened until both omega and prince reached their heights and came crashing together.

Izuku lost all energy and passed out as soon as Katsuki pulled out. Katsuki looked over his lover and winced on his brashness. He can’t believe that his first time will be as ravenous as this. He needs to learn control, or he will break Izuku someday. He ordered Ochaco to clean him up.

“My, my esteemed prince. Where were all Aizawa’s teaching gone? This is brutality.” Ochaco commented, gazing over how Izuku’s body looked like he was mauled by a hungry beast.

“Fuck, I know. Just take care of him, I need to wash up, too. Clean the sheets as well…” Katsuki inspected the bed sheet and found blood, cum and various bodily liquids covering it. “No, send him to my quarters. Fuck the old hag, I will sleep by my lover.”

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Izuku was nursed to health by Ochaco. He was a hardworking man. He had various labor jobs and have carried heavy liftings. He was able to perform his servant duties healthily, but Izuku’s body was not prepared to be fucked to death. He ended up with lacerations on parts he will not name. He got stitches and were prescribed medicines for fever, fatigue and mild infection. Katsuki looked sorrowful in his pitiful state but remained by his side.

Mitsuki was furious for Katsuki’s lack of control and firmly ordered a sex ban between the newly betrothed couple. Katsuki opposed but after finally seeing Izuku’s state, he relented. For now.

“Kacchan, I am okay. I just need to drink medicine, then I’ll be fine.” Izuku assured him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just a dam broke inside, and I can’t control myself.” Katsuki explained while holding Izuku’s hand. “It’s okay, really. Next time, we’ll take it slow, okay?”

Katsuki smiled upon hearing the word, next time. “By the way, our supposed travel was postponed for two months. So instead, my mentor will visit you and handle your education. I will be by the court room to help my parents; we will see each other during meals, and I will visit you from time to time.”

Izuku nodded. Katsuki left a sweet kiss before leaving for his princely duties. The omega has a penchant in learning. So, he was really happy to know that he will finally have the chance to learn many things.

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Izuku’s health improved greatly and now he stood nervously in the grand library of the castle, the towering shelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls casting long shadows in the flickering candlelight. He had been summoned here to meet his mentor, the person who would guide him through the vast and complex world of the Dragonborn and their allies. As he waited, he glanced around, feeling both awe and intimidation at the knowledge contained within these walls.

The door creaked open, and a tall, imposing figure entered. His dark hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and his eyes were sharp and piercing. He wore simple yet elegant robes, the mark of a scholar and a warrior.

"Izuku?" the man asked, his voice calm but authoritative.

"Yes, sir," Izuku replied, standing a bit straighter.

The man nodded. "I'm Shota Aizawa. I'll be your mentor from now on. We have much to cover, but don't have a lot of time. Follow me."

Izuku followed Aizawa to a large table covered in maps, books, and various artifacts. Aizawa gestured for Izuku to sit, then took a seat opposite him.

"First, we'll begin with Dragonborn history," Aizawa said, unrolling a large map of Wyrmspire. "Our lineage and the power we hold are not just products of our strength, but of our alliances and wisdom passed down through generations."

Over the next days, Izuku found himself engrossed in Aizawa's lessons. They started with the origins of the Dragonborn, the ancient dragons who had granted their power to the first of their kind, and the establishment of Wyrmspire's four valleys: Mistveil, Windswept Pass, Verdant Vale, and Hearthstone.

Aizawa's teaching methods were rigorous but effective. He made Izuku recite the names of the ancient Dragonborn leaders, understand the significance of each valley, and learn the strategic importance of their positions.

"Territorial diplomacy is crucial," Aizawa explained one afternoon, pointing to various points on a map. "Each valley has its own strengths and resources. Hearthstone, the home of the Bakugous, is rich in minerals and fire magic. Mistveil, your home, is abundant in water resources and has a deep connection to water magic. Understanding these differences is key to maintaining peace and negotiating alliances."

They moved on to the topic of wars and conflicts. Aizawa recounted the great battles fought by the Dragonborn to protect their lands and people. He spoke of the orc wars, the invasions by neighboring kingdoms, and the internal strife that had threatened to tear Wyrmspire apart.

"War is a part of our history, but so is the quest for peace," Aizawa said, his eyes reflecting the weight of his words. "You must understand both to lead effectively."

Next, they delved into the various societies within Wyrmspire and beyond. Aizawa introduced Izuku to the intricacies of each society, from the fiercely independent tribes of Windswept Pass to the harmonious communities of Verdant Vale.

"Each society has its own customs and traditions," Aizawa explained. "Respecting these differences is essential for unity."

Magic creatures and their significance were another critical topic. Aizawa showed Izuku how to recognize and understand the various magical beings that inhabited their world, from the majestic griffins of Windswept Pass to the elusive water nymphs of Mistveil.

"Allies come in many forms," Aizawa said, showing Izuku a detailed drawing of a griffin. "The Bakugous have a close-knit relationship with many magical creatures, especially the Elven Council. These alliances can be as important as those with other kingdoms."

One evening, as they wrapped up a particularly grueling session on the politics of territorial disputes, Aizawa looked at Izuku with a rare hint of approval. "You're learning fast, Izuku. Remember, knowledge is as powerful as any sword or spell. Use it wisely."

Izuku nodded, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and respect for his mentor. "Thank you, Master Aizawa. I won't let you down."

Aizawa's stern expression softened slightly. "I know you won't. Now, let's move on to the alliances with the elven council..."

As Izuku listened, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of purpose. With Aizawa's guidance, he was becoming more than just a chosen consort.

----

Katsuki and Izuku set out on a journey across Wyrmspire to personally invite the governors to their upcoming wedding by the new moon of the month of Avery. Their first stop was Verdant Vale.

Verdant Vale, a land of dense forests and fertile fields, greeted them with the fresh scent of earth and the lively sounds of nature. Governor Keisuke Kirishima, a formidable werewolf with a kind smile, met them at the edge of the forest. His son, Eijirou, stood beside him, his bright red hair and sharp teeth flashing in a broad grin.

“Prince Katsuki, Royal Consort Izuku, welcome to Verdant Vale,” Keisuke said warmly. “It’s an honor to have you here.”

Katsuki nodded, a rare smile on his face. “Governor Keisuke, it’s good to see you. We come with an important invitation.”

Izuku stepped forward, holding out a scroll. “We would be honored if you would join us for our wedding at the New Moon of Avery.”

Keisuke took the scroll, his eyes gleaming with pride. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you.”

Katsuki felt a loud smack on his back, “Bakugou! I knew you’d find someone special. I’m looking forward to the celebrations. It also an honor to finally meet the chosen born of my friend.” Eijirou enveloped Izuku in a bone crushing hug that earned him smack from Katsuki.

After spending two days in Verdant Vale, enjoying the hospitality and catching up with Eijirou, Katsuki and Izuku made their way to Winswept Pass.

Winswept Pass was a stark contrast to Verdant Vale, with its rolling hills and open skies. The wind seemed to dance around them, carrying whispers of ancient magic. Governor Kazama Yoarashi, a griffin of great stature, greeted them warmly. His son, Inasa, was a whirlwind of energy, always moving and eager to make new friends.

“Prince Katsuki! Consort Izuku! Welcome!” Inasa boomed, his enthusiasm infectious. “It’s an honor to have you here!”

Katsuki smirked. “Good to see you, Inasa. I trust the winds have been favorable?”

“Always! Come, let me show you around!” Inasa grabbed Izuku’s arm, pulling him along to explore the wonders of Winswept Pass. Katsuki just shook his head seeing Inasa’s personality never changed.

After exploring the territory, Katsuki and Izuku presented their invitation. Kazama accepted it with a solemn nod. “We will be there. Your union is a beacon of hope for all of Wyrmspire.”

Their final destination was Mistveil, Izuku’s homeland. As they descended into the lush, water-rich valley, Izuku felt a pang of nostalgia. Mistveil’s beauty was unparalleled, with its cascading waterfalls and serene lakes. The air was cool and fresh, filled with the scent of blooming flowers.

At the governor’s mansion, they were greeted by Governor Enji Todoroki, an imposing figure with a stern demeanor. Beside him stood his son, Shoto, a young elf with strikingly mismatched eyes—one icy blue, the other a stormy gray.

“Welcome back to Mistveil, Prince Katsuki, and welcome home, Izuku,” Governor Enji said, his voice formal.

“Thank you, Governor,” Katsuki replied. “We’re here to invite you to our wedding, which will be held on the New Moon of Avery.”

Enji took the scroll, his expression softening slightly. “We will attend. It is a significant event for all of us.”

Shoto stepped forward, nodding at Izuku. “Our family is terribly sorry for what happened to you, your grace. It was with our lack of sight that you were not treated the same way other human villages treat their male omegas. Rest assured; this will never happen to anyone again. Congratulations to your upcoming wedding, Prince Katsuki and Consort Izuku.”

As they traveled back to Hearthstone, Izuku reflected on the journey. He had met remarkable people and forged new friendships. Shoto’s calm wisdom, Inasa’s boundless energy, and Eijirou’s sunny persona had all left a lasting impression on him.

“Katsuki,” Izuku said as they flew back on Katsuki’s dragon, “I understand now why these alliances are so important. The strength of Wyrmspire lies in its diversity and the bonds we share.”

Katsuki nodded, a rare look of approval in his eyes. “Looks like Aizawa’s spartan teaching whipped you good. Fucking nerd.”

“Hey!” Izuku laughed and hit Katsuki in the chest, but before his hand connects, it was caught by the prince and pulled Izuku in a punishing kiss. Their kisses deepened and Katsuki’s hand slowly unclasped Izuku’s vest. Twin set of clouded eyes glazed one another forming an agreement. If some garments were flown by the wind, Katsuki’s dragon refused to fetch it.

---

Two weeks before the wedding, Katsuki and Izuku found themselves being reprimanded by the Queen for sharing chambers again and again despite the sex ban highly imposed. The Queen gave up in exasperation since the two were inseparable and the wedding is drawing near. The castle was alive with activity as everyone prepared for the grand wedding. Servants bustled about, decorating and organizing, while knights and guards ensured the security of the event.

In the midst of this excitement, a grim message was delivered to King Masaru and Queen Mitsuki. Castle guards reported the gruesome sighting of brutally mauled bodies. The heads of various creatures—werewolves, sirens, witches, griffins, and faeries—were paraded across the border, like a horrifying warning of impending doom.

As the king and queen absorbed the dreadful news, a Fairy Priestess named Nejire rushed into the throne room, her ethereal wings shimmering with urgency. Her eyes were wide with a vision she could scarcely contain.

Her voice echoed through the hall, carrying an ancient, prophetic tone.

"When darkness falls and night takes hold,

An omen rises, a tale foretold.

The Orcs shall march with hunger keen,

To claim the heart of one unseen.

Born of stars, an omega pure,

Their god's desire, their power's lure.

By blood and bone, their might restored,

Against the Dragonborn, their strength implored.

The omegan son, his heart they seek,

To leave the Dragonborn powerless and weak."

Silence followed her words, the prophecy hanging heavy in the air. The weight of its meaning was clear: the Orcs intended to invade Wyrmspire to capture the omegan son born with stars, believing his heart held the key to their god’s favor, and would render the Dragonborns powerless.

Gasps filled the room, and tension thickened. Katsuki’s grip on Izuku tightened protectively.

“What the fuck is that vision? How does devouring Izuku’s heart give them power? He is just human, non-magic. Fuck!”

Queen Mitsuki’s expression hardened with resolve. "We must prepare for this. Fortify our defenses and alert our allies. This wedding will be postponed, we cannot celebrate a joyous moment with a looming dread beneath our feet.”

King Masaru, his elven eyes full of determination and wisdom spoke, “Taras. The god of Hunger, Envy, and Possession is Elara’s sworn enemy. The Orcs were furious that the Dragonborns were hoarding their favorite food, the humans. To spite Elara, Taras ordered the Orcs to invade Wyrmspire and capture the omegan son, the very gift of Elara to humans. This is all just a god’s wicked entertainment.”

Katsuki, eyes blazing with fierce determination, looked at Izuku. "We’ll face this together. They won’t take you from me."

Izuku, although trembling, strengthened his resolve to fight back, nodded. "I will not go anywhere.”

-----

The castle was a hive of strategic activity as the impending threat of the Orc invasion loomed. Queen Mitsuki spearheaded the frontline preparations, her formidable presence a source of inspiration and confidence for the warriors. King Masaru coordinated with the Elemental forces together with other governors, ensuring their readiness for the battle ahead. Katsuki took charge of the castle defenses, organizing the guards and fortifications with military precision.

Their strategy was to strike first, rather than waiting for the Orcs to bring the fight to them. The plan was bold and aggressive, aiming to catch the enemy off guard and protect Wyrmspire at all costs.

Meanwhile, Izuku found himself feeling helpless. He wandered the castle's grand library, searching for something—anything—that could help. As a human amidst powerful Dragonborn and magical beings, he felt an immense burden. He didn't want more lives to be lost because of him.

As he walked through the vast aisles of ancient tomes and scrolls, he stumbled upon a portrait of Elara, the revered goddess of Wyrmspire. The painting was breathtaking, capturing her ethereal beauty and grace. Izuku stood there, lost in thought, when suddenly, magical lights began to swirl around him. He gasped as the world around him shifted, and he was transported to a mystical realm.

Before him stood Elara, her presence radiant and calming. Izuku's heart pounded as he found himself face to face with the goddess who had protected his people for centuries.

"Do not be afraid, Izuku," Elara said, her voice like a soothing melody. "You are here because you seek to protect Wyrmspire, and I have seen the strength within you."

Izuku bowed his head respectfully, trying to find his voice. "Goddess Elara, I... I don't know how I can help. I'm just a human. I don't want more people to die because of me."

Elara smiled gently. "You are more than just a human, Izuku. Your compassion and determination make you powerful in ways that go beyond physical strength. The prophecy speaks of balance, of a union that restores what is broken. You and Katsuki are part of that balance."

Izuku looked up, eyes wide with realization. "But what can I do? How can I make a difference?"

Elara smiled gently. "You are more than any being, Izuku. You have all the right to despise everyone for what you have undergone. The lashing, the disparities and heartaches you had are enough for you to become evil. Yet, you forgive and always have the heart to help. You are the compassion that the world lost for how many years. You are the omegan son of prophecy, and within you lies a great gift.”

She extended her hand, and a golden light enveloped Izuku. He felt a warmth spreading through his body, filling him with a sense of peace and strength.

"I bestow upon you a gift to help others," Elara proclaimed cryptically. "It is the perfect gift for your compassionate heart."

As the light faded, Izuku found himself back in the library, seated on the chair with a book on his face. Did he just dream of something? He stood up and retreated for the night.

-----

The day of the attack dawned grim and gray, the air thick with foreboding. The orcs were ready. The battlefield erupted in chaos as the orcish forces—bolstered by warlocks, dark elves, trolls, and hobgoblins—launched a ferocious assault. The initial clash was brutal. The werewolves and griffins, fierce and relentless, filled the gaps in the line, creating a dissonant symphony of roars and screeches against the clamor of battle.

Amid this turmoil, Masaru, commanding the elven archers, formed a solid defense around the middle ground, his precision and calm leadership a beacon amidst the storm. Meanwhile, the orcish forces, relentless in their advance, pushed hard, driven by their dark alliance and the promise of victory.

As the battle raged, Queen Mitsuki was captured by the orcs. King Masaru, heartbroken and resolute, immediately set off to rescue his wife, a dangerous endeavor that pulled him deeper into the fray. Enji, meanwhile, took up his position with unyielding determination, continuing to fight valiantly, though the struggle seemed insurmountable.

The castle itself was under siege. Inside its walls, Izuku’s world crumbled. He witnessed the harrowing sight of his friends falling around him. Ochaco and Tenya, their loyal servants, were beheaded in a grim display of the orcish ferocity. The dragons, mighty and majestic, were captured and bound by dark magic, their roars echoing through the castle like a lament of defeat.

Katsuki, bloodied but still fighting, struggled valiantly against the tide of enemies. The battlefield became a scene of carnage, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and blood. Izuku, desperate and disoriented, tried to find something he could help, but he is helpless, he can’t do anything! “Izuku, my love, run! Hide! I love you, please save yourself!” Katsuki screamed still in battle with ferocious orcs.

 Suddenly, he was surrounded by orcs, their grim faces set in determination. The numbers overwhelmed him. Just as they were about to tear him apart, Eijirou dashed in. With a mighty effort, he fought off the orcs, but not without dire consequences. The fierce werewolf was mauled, his sacrifice a heartbreaking blow.

Izuku’s scream pierced the air as he saw Eijirou fall, his friend’s life extinguished in a cruel twist of fate. Katsuki, pushing through the pain, rushed to Izuku's side. But even as hope flickered, a dark elf’s arrow struck Katsuki’s chest, the impact sending him sprawling to the ground. "Kacchan! No, no, no! Kacchan!”

In a moment of gut-wrenching despair, Izuku managed to carry Katsuki to the throne room. “My love, stay with me, please. Please, we’re gonna be together, right? We still have our wedding!” his heart pounded in his chest, a rhythm of sorrow and fury. He knelt beside Katsuki, the throne room’s once-grand opulence now a backdrop to a scene of utter devastation.

Izuku cradled Katsuki, tears streaming down his face, his anguished wails echoing through the chamber. He saw Katsuki’s eyes slowly losing color and life. He wailed, “Why?” he cried out, voice breaking under the weight of his grief. “Why does this have to happen? Haven’t I lost enough? My mother, my love—why must I endure this torment?”

The room, once a symbol of regal splendor, was now a grim tableau of destruction. The leader of the orcs approached with a triumphant sneer.

“Finally,” the orc leader declared, “the omegan son born of stars is ours to devour.”

He raised his weapon to deliver the fatal blow to Izuku. As the cold steel descended, a searing pain struck Izuku’s back, causing him to cry out in agony. Despite the excruciating pain, Izuku refused to release Katsuki, his grip tightening around his beloved’s still form. “Kacchan, I love you.”

Just as the orc leader aimed for Izuku’s head, a blinding light erupted from within Izuku. His hair, once short, began to lengthen and twist like living vines, a cascading wave of verdant tendrils sprouting from his head. The light and the vines formed a protective barrier around him, shimmering with an otherworldly radiance.

The vines, adorned with sharp thorns, surged outward, ensnaring the orcs and their dark allies. The enemy forces struggled and screamed, ensnared by the prickly embrace of the magical vines. The throne room became a chaotic scene of captured foes writhing in the entangled vegetation.

Izuku’s mind was in turbulence. Overwhelmed by the weight of loss and despair, he silently wished that the fallen could be revived, that none should perish because of him. As his thoughts echoed through his mind, the flowers began to bloom from the vines. Their delicate petals swirled in the air delivering nectars towards the bodies of the fallen comrades.

Slowly, a miracle unfolded. The nectar from the flowers began to seep into the bodies of the dead, regenerating their forms. One by one, the fallen comrades started to stir, their injuries mending and their spirits returning. The once lifeless bodies of Ochaco, Tenya, Eijirou and others were brought back to life, their bodies healed and restored by the miraculous power of the blooming flowers.

Izuku, in his stunned state, barely noticed everything as he sat still cradling his lover’s body. He only moved when he felt a gentle stir in his arms. He looked down in astonishment as Katsuki’s eyes fluttered open. The stillness of death was replaced by a spark of life, and Katsuki’s lips brushed against Izuku’s in a tender, life-affirming kiss. “My love, my beautiful Izuku.” Katsuki croaked, tracing Izuku’s face.

“Kacchan! Oh goddess, I thought I lost you. Don’t leave me ever again, I forbid you, Katsuki!” Tears streamed down his face, a mixture of relief, joy, and sorrow. “Not going anywhere, nerd.”

Izuku helped Katsuki and noticed that no scar was left despite the heavy battle earlier, he then just realized the change of the scenery in the throne room. Thorny vines enveloped the orcs like a cocoon and puddles of blood underneath. where did the vines come from?

“Your hair.” Katsuki touched Izuku’s hair and noticed that it gone long and reached his ankles. “You’re indeed the hope, Izuku. You saved us all.” Izuku cried in his arms, not understanding anything but grateful that Katsuki was not taken away from him. “Elara. The goddess gave me a gift.”

They went out of the throne room and found Tenya assisting many castle staff. Ochaco was still astounded but when she saw Izuku, she rushed and crushed him with bear hug. “Oh goodness, my Lord! I was very worried.”

Izuku embraced Ochaco hard and wept, “No, Ochaco, thank Elara that she gave you back to me.” Ochaco was confused but she hugged her master with equal emotions.

Eijirou also jumped behind Katsuki and gave him the manliest hug while crying. “I am alive, Bakugou! I was sure I was dead, but I am alive. We’re alive!”

Izuku heard the goddess whisper behind his ears, “Izuku, child, the war is still ongoing, fulfill the prophecy and grant peace in the land.”

Katsuki also heard the thoughts of Izuku and grabbed his lover towards the battleground. He whistled for Ignis, and they flew towards the field. “Eijirou, protect the palace!” Katsuki ordered and then they ascend towards the battle cries.

-----

The battlefield lay in tatters as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the carnage. The allies' forces were in disarray, many of them fallen or gravely wounded. Hobgoblins and trolls, grinning triumphantly, paraded around the dead and dying, their vile laughter echoing across the field.

Just as hope seemed to wane, two figures emerged from the gloom: Katsuki and Izuku, their presence commanding immediate attention.

Katsuki's eyes blazed with fury. He stretched his dragon wings and with a roar, he conjured a barrage of explosion magic, scattering the foes in a brilliant explosion of fire and force.

"Die, you fuckers!" Katsuki bellowed, his voice a roar of unrestrained rage. The explosion magic created a fiery barrier, pushing the hobgoblins and trolls away.

Izuku, his hair flowing like vines, hovered above the chaos. "Elara, goddess of life, please grant me your power.”  His voice rang with determination. He extended his vines, wrapping them around the enemies and lifting them off their feet. The vines, adorned with thorns, ensnared the foes, rendering them immobile.

The two worked in perfect tandem, Katsuki's destructive power creating space, while Izuku's vines restrained and neutralized their enemies. Together, they turned the tide of the battle.

“Heal whoever you can!” Katsuki shouted, his voice commanding and urgent.

Izuku nodded, his eyes focused. He began moving swiftly from one wounded ally to another, his healing light spreading as he touched each person. The once-agonized groans of the fallen turned into relieved sighs as his magic restored their health.

“Hang in there,” Izuku encouraged, his voice gentle yet resolute. “I’m here.”

As Izuku continued his healing, Katsuki fought with relentless intensity. His wings flared as he darted through the air, unleashing blasts of magic that scattered the remaining enemies. His fury was palpable, each explosion a testament to his rage and determination.

Gradually, the foes began to retreat, their morale broken by the combined might of Katsuki and Izuku. The battlefield fell into a tense silence as the last of the hobgoblins and trolls fled.

Izuku, now weary but resolute, landed beside Katsuki. “We did it. We’ve pushed them back.”

Katsuki’s face was a mask of grim determination. “It’s not over yet. My mother is still captured, and my father...” He clenched his fists, his anger and worry boiling over. “We need to finish this. We need to go to the Orc Den and end this.”

Izuku placed a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. “We’ll go together. We’ll find your parents and make sure this end.”

Katsuki nodded, his expression hardening with resolve. “Let’s move.”

----

Inside the Orc stronghold, Katsuki and Izuku burst into the chamber, ready for the final confrontation. To their shock, it wasn’t just an Orc King but a god—Taras himself—who awaited them. The god stood towering and ominous, his presence radiating an aura of dark power.

“Taras?!” Katsuki growled, eyes widening in disbelief. “You’re the fucking big bad?!”

Taras sneered, “So, you’ve come to face me. How amusing. You think some puny mortal can defeat a god? How vile!”

Katsuki charged forward, his explosions creating shockwaves as he assaulted Taras. “I don’t give a damn who you are! You’re going down!”

Izuku, using his healing abilities to keep Katsuki in fighting shape, looked on with a mix of shock and fury. “You’re a shame to be called a god! People are not playthings!”

Taras laughed darkly. “Elara’s pet human. Do you really think you can stand against a god?”

Katsuki, bloodied and battered, shouted, “I’m gonna rip you apart, you twisted bastard!” His fury fueled his every move, explosions and magic combining in a relentless assault.

The battle erupted with ferocity. Katsuki unleashed his explosive magic, striking Taras with fierce attacks, while Izuku’s hair transformed into protective vines, wrapping around Katsuki to heal his wounds. They fought in tandem, their movements synchronized despite the god’s formidable power.

But suddenly Katsuki fell, with a massive hole in his chest, gritted his teeth and urged, “Izuku, end this... Do it... now!”

“Kacchan! I have to heal you first!” But Katsuki stopped him and urged him, “This is your fight now, Izuku. Finish him.”

Fueled by his anger and determination, Izuku focused all his energy. “You’re done! I’ll see you rot for all the lives you’ve ruined!” Izuku channeled his power into a devastating attack. The vines grew thicker, their thorns piercing through Taras’ dark form. The god roared in pain and frustration, his dark magic swirling uncontrollably.

Elara’s presence manifested in a brilliant burst of light. “Izuku, let your compassion and strength guide you. I am with you!”

Fueled by Elara’s divine energy, Izuku pressed forward, his vines tightening around the evil god. Taras struggled, his power waning as he was bound by the relentless grip of the vines. “Elara you bitch! I will haunt you and your pesky humans down! This is not finished!” The final blow came as a blinding surge of light from Izuku’s hands, striking Taras with a force that shattered the god’s dark essence.

Taras roared one last time, his form disintegrating into shadows and dust. The god was captured and imprisoned by the combined might of Izuku and Elara’s power, bound by enchanted chains that would hold him for eternity.

Exhausted but victorious, Izuku collapsed beside Katsuki, who was still gravely wounded. “We did it,” Izuku whispered, his voice breaking. “Hang on, Kacchan. I got you.” Immediately petals covered Katsuki and healed his wounds.

Katsuki, his breath ragged, managed a weak smile. “Yeah, we did. You were incredible, Izuku.”

Elara, now a serene and guiding presence, approached them. “You have restored the balance and defeated a great evil. The threat of Taras is no more. I beg your forgiveness on this method of eradicating him. Since gods are forbidden to go directly against other gods, many uses mortals to do their works. But rest assured that your purpose is done now. You both have done well. I bestow you blessing of fruition and prosperity. Your children will bear the mark of Elara. Children born of the stars.”

The governors secured the perimeter and saw the lifeless bodies of Mitsuki and Masaru huddled together in an embrace, they carried them to Izuku and plead for another miracle.

Izuku prayed for the goddess to grant him another miracle, "Oh goddess, giver of life. Please hear my call. Let one more miracle from your divine power be granted to this lowly mortal and save our king and queen and I shall be your servant for all eternity."

In a moment's time, power rushed within him. Izuku poured healing embers to the lifeless bodies of Masaru and Mitsuki and the vines cradled their bodies while various colored flowers blossomed. Nectars scented the air, and in a magical moment, it was Mitsuki who first opened her eyes.   

The blond prince kneeled beside him and enveloped his bride in a tight and loving embrace, “Thank you, my love. Thank you so for saving my family. No… our family. There shall no other man for me, but you. I love you, Izuku.”

Izuku returned the embrace in the same loving manner and wiped his lover's tears. "I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you for choosing and giving me a family."

-----

As the smoke of battle faded, Wyrmspire began to heal. The castle, though battered, was slowly restored to its former grandeur. The people of Wyrmspire, grateful for their salvation, worked tirelessly alongside Katsuki and Izuku to rebuild their home.

The day of the wedding arrived. It was a celebration of triumph and unity, a symbol of hope for a future free from the shadow of war.

Izuku walked the aisle, wearing a flowing gown of deep emerald and gold. The gown was adorned with delicate, intricate patterns that shimmered in the light, symbolizing the unity of the elements. His veil, light as mist, cascaded down his back, and his hair was styled with a few braids interwoven with golden threads.

Katsuki, eyes pinned on his beloved, was dressed in a regal, dark crimson and black ensemble. His outfit, though grand, was tailored for action, with leather and metal accents that hinted at his strength and determination. The attire featured intricate dragon motifs that glowed faintly in the dim light, symbolizing his royal lineage and unyielding spirit. His cape billowed behind him, adding to his imposing presence.

The ceremony was a blend of grandeur and intimacy. Guests from all territories gathered to witness the union. As they exchanged vows, their words were laced with profound emotion and promises of a shared future.

“Katsuki, despite the trials we've faced, you've been my beacon of strength and love. I vow to stand by you, in every battle, every triumph, and every quiet moment we share.” Izuku uttered his vow, voice full of sincerity, eyes filled with love.

Katsuki with a rare mist in the eyes, grabbed Izuku’s hand tightly and proclaimed his vows. “Izuku, you're a damn miracle. You’ve brought light where there was darkness. I swear to protect you, to fight for you, and to love you with every bit of my heart.”

As they sealed their vows with a kiss, the crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating their love and resilience.

----

The flickering candlelight cast a soft, golden glow over the royal chambers, where anticipation and excitement buzzed in the air. Outside, the festivities continued, but within these walls, a different kind of celebration was about to unfold.

The half-blood prince stood by the window; his gaze intense as he looked out over the castle grounds. He wore only his trousers, his powerful physique on full display. The night had been one of triumph and love, and now, as he turned to face his omegan bride, his eyes held a fierce and tender promise.

Izuku, clad in nothing but a hint of sheer silk draped over his shoulders, was seated on the edge of the grand bed. His emerald eyes met Katsuki’s with a mix of eagerness and vulnerability. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every moment of their shared anticipation.

Katsuki strode over, closing the distance between them with purposeful strides. He cupped Izuku’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply. The kiss was a searing blend of passion and urgency, their lips moving in a rhythm that spoke of the day's culmination.

 “You’re driving me fucking insane, Izuku. I’ve been waiting for this all day. This isn’t even our first time.”

Izuku flashed a sexy smile, batting his eyelash, “Me too, Kacchan. I want you… now. Breed me, husband.”

With a growl of desire, Katsuki’s hands worked swiftly to remove the silk from Izuku’s shoulders. The fabric fell away, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. Katsuki’s fingers traced the contours of Izuku’s body with a heated intensity.

Izuku responded by working on Katsuki’s trousers, quickly undoing the fastenings. As he pulled the fabric away, Katsuki’s fortress of a cock was fully revealed, his chest and abs glistening with sweat. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, Izuku. We’re getting pups after this. Will make you so round. Beautifully pregnant.” Katsuki bit his earlobes down to his.

Izuku moaned from Katsuki’s words. Imagining being heavily pregnant with Katsuki’s pups made him slick even more. “Mmm…Kacchan. I’m so wet, love. Wet for you. All for you”

When did Izuku started spouting words like a slut? A whore. “Damn it, love. You a slut for me, Deku?” Katsuki bit his nipples and Izuku’s back arched to give more access. Whimpering, Izuku whispered darkly, “For you, my love. For you.”

 “Can this slut fuck my mouth, Izuku? Come on, love sit on my face and let me fuck you with my tongue.”

Katsuki lain on the plush mattress and urged Izuku to sit on his face. The greenette followed his husband and positioned his hips just above Katsuki’s head. “Sit on my face, love. Let your juices drop down my throat.”

Izuku dropped his hips and straddled Katsuki’s head. He felt his husband’s tongue licking and lapping his cunt. Izuku drew strength from the headboard gripping strongly as Katsuki was biting his clitoris. Multiple electric zings passed through his body and pleasure vibrated though his skin. “Kacchan, mmm. Close.”

“Go ahead, Deku. I’m not going anywhere.” Katsuki rigorously sucked Izuku’s cunt and even inserted his fingers to finger fuck his bride. Izuku spread his legs wider and started bouncing in sync with his husband’s movements. Lips, tongue, teeth and fingers made Izuku’s build-up hastened and with the stimulating pleasure, Izuku shattered into pieces and true to his words, Katsuki drank all his juices.

Katsuki cleaned up Izuku’s spent with his tongue and positioned him eagerly on all fours. “We’re not done, love. The night is still long.”

Izuku’s slick is an unlimited fountain. Despite his initial orgasm, his slick did not stop gushing, then he realized, “Kacchan, my heat arrived.”

Katsuki smirked and spanked a deafening blow to Izuku’s round cheeks. “Well, what a scandalous gift, oh goddess Elara.”

Izuku laughed and said a quick mental sorry towards the goddess, that Katsuki heard and just snorted, “I heard that! She’ll never strike us, you nerd. She loves you.”

“Sometimes, I really forget you can hear my thoughts, but what am I thinking now?”

Katsuki grinned and spread his cunt open, “You want me to fuck you so bad, you can’t get up for years.” 

“Oh goddess, what a barbarian. Please, Kacchan. Get inside.” Izuku wiggled his ass and Katsuki howled in laughter, “Fuck, stay still.” He gripped Izuku’s hip and lined himself towards Izuku’s sweet hole. Katsuki pushed hard not minding gentleness since he discovered Izuku’s penchant for pain, fucking masochist.

He pushed at once and Izuku’s sultry cry penetrated his ears. “Fuck, what a slut for a bride.” He pounded hard and fast, not giving Izuku a chance to relax. Izuku’s cries of pain and pleasure mixed unable to form words but just cacophonies of a fucked-out whore.

Katsuki deposited his cock deeply that he felt his balls almost being sucked by Izuku’s greedy hole. “Fuck, so tight. Izuku, stop clamping!”

“I can’t—so good! So good, Kacchan so good!”

Katsuki felt his dragon knot forming being beckoned by Izuku’s heat. “Fuck, I’m knotting Izuku. Fuck, fuck!”

“You can knot, Kacchan? No don’t pull out! Oh goddess, please! Knot me, please, please! You’re perfect Katsuki. I need your knot.”

Katsuki felt his knot pop, locking in Izuku’s cervix and his orgasm burst in climax. “Fuck, Izuku I’m sorry! I didn’t know I can knot. Fuck!”

“Mmm…Kacchan, love your knot. Knot me every day.” Izuku’s omega was deeply satisfied with the knot and purred. “Knot me more, Kacchan.”

“Now, you’re enjoying this. Fucking masochist.” Katsuki hugged Izuku from behind and positioned them that Katsuki is spooning his bride. He kissed Izuku’s neck and smelled the after-sex fragrance being emitted by his wife.

“Elara, I swear if you’re the one behind this…” Katsuki whispered but Izuku moved tugging his knot, his goddess cursing was halted, “Fuck!”

It took half an hour before his knot deflated and was able to pull out. Izuku was asleep, basking with his perfectly sated heat. Katsuki got the covers and pulled it over them. He did not fight the drowsiness and buried his face on Izuku’s green curls. Sleep washed over them.

Hours later, as the first light of dawn began to seep through the curtains, Katsuki and Izuku lay tangled together in the bed. Their bodies were sated, their breaths even, and their hearts still racing from the night’s exertions. Katsuki’s fingers lazily traced patterns on Izuku’s skin, a silent promise of their shared future. But now, they’re just savoring their first day as Husband and Wife.

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The news of Izuku's pregnancy spread through the castle like wildfire, filling every corner with joy and anticipation. The day the announcement was made, cheers and celebrations erupted, and preparations began for the arrival of the new heirs.

Since Katsuki’s ascension to the throne, it was also high time to proclaim new governors to lead the territories. As customary, the new governors of Verdant Vale, Winswept Pass, and Mistveil made their way to Hearthstone, each bearing gifts for the soon-to-be parents.

Shoto Todoroki presented a finely crafted cradle made from enchanted wood, ensuring protection and comfort for the newborns. Inasa Yoarashi brought rare herbs and potions to aid Izuku during the pregnancy and beyond. Eijirou Kirishima gifted a set of intricately designed baby clothes made from the finest fabrics, ensuring the pups would be both stylish and comfortable.

As the months passed, Ochaco became increasingly stressed. Throughout Izuku's pregnancy, his desires became almost insatiable, constantly craving the naked form of his husband. Moaning and asking to be mounted. "Honestly, I'm not even surprised anymore, if there’s more than three pups Lord Izuku is carrying." Ochaco muttered to herself one day, watching as Izuku, now heavily pregnant, still sought out Katsuki's knot whenever he could.

By the time the pregnancy reached its peak, Izuku had grown so round and heavy that it was clear he wasn't carrying just one or two pups. The castle was abuzz when a magus visited and confirmed that Izuku was bearing five pups – triplet of girls and twins of boys.

The day of the birth finally arrived, and the castle held its breath. Masaru and Mitsuki ordered the finest and the best group of magi to secure safety in Izuku’s birthing process. The pups were born with a mix of their parents' features – some had Katsuki's fierce red eyes and ash-blond hair, while others bore Izuku's soft green eyes and dark, curly green hair. All pups bore the same mark of their mother. They were all born with stars. Tiny sprinkles across their faces.

The castle rejoiced once more, celebrating the arrival of the pups with feasts and festivities. Izuku cradled their newborns and Katsuki by his side. They shared a loving kiss and gave tiny kisses to their bundles of joy.

Two chess pieces brought together by a god’s entertainment, but the omegan son and the half-blood prince triumphed armed with strength, compassion and love. They brought back peace and restored the balance. By Elara’s blessing of prosperity, they are bound to a wonderful journey with more pups to come.

End.