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“Deku, I really appreciate you coming with me today!” Ochako cheers, making the others passing by them glance at the bubbly girl as she continues to skip down the dirt path towards the market’s square.
Midoriya Izuku grips the edge of his tattered hood, his hands tightening the fabric around his face, trying to hide himself from the unwelcomed onlookers. “You know it’s not safe for you to be out by yourself here.”
The comment from the greenette’s mouth makes the brunette scoff, but she slows her pace to let him catch up to her.
It’s commonly known that the city limits of Musutafu were more progressive than the others surrounding them, allowing omegas more freedom. Gone were the days of brothels, the lack of rights for the specific second gender and the misogynistic mindset that they were only used as tools to breed pups. There was no need for alphas to have to escort omegas everywhere they went due to the new laws recently passed.
Yet there were no rules to the grounds they were going to step in.
The black market wasn’t safe for Omegas.
Unfortunately, the last two ingredients that Ochako needed for her weird potion —supposedly one that makes people cry butterflies oddly enough— could only be found at the disclosed location. Fortunately for her though, she has an Alpha Prime as her best friend who’s too nice for his own good. Her words exactly.
“We just need to get out of here as fast as we can.” Izuku whispers as soon as they enter the facility. “I’m expected to meet Yagi and my mother in a few short hours.”
Ochako puts her arm around his, “I’ll try my best!”
At the promise, they both make their way deeper into the crowd.
There were many different stalls surrounding them, none of the merchandise being relatively similar to each other. It’s more crowded than the typical town’s square, the two of them having to squeeze their way through the various strangers. A small stage catches Izuku’s attention in his peripheral vision. Its curtains being closed, but he had a feeling that the event for the hour will begin soon. He focuses his attention back on his best friend as they finally reach Lady Himiko’s tent, totally disregarding the events sign.
The blonde alpha waves as Izuku greets her, the woman mainly focusing her sights on the brunette. He laughs to himself, fully aware as to the reason why they’re at the market. The two females are lost in their own world flirting with each other as Izuku looks through the merchandise.
The peaceful atmosphere surrounding them soon gets ruined. The smell of distressed omega assaulting the air before the sound of growling and shouts reached his ears.
Izuku turns his head towards the commotion, which just so happens to be the stage. The event being held seemed to be an auction of some sorts, a tall lanky man with greasy long hair facilitating the event. Usually, the items that were being auctioned off would be illegal weapons not available anywhere else, but it’s not the case at the moment. Jade eyes turn dark with rage when he finally realizes what is being sold.
Hybrid slaves.
Mostly Omega ones.
He starts pushing his way through the crowd, shoving strangers out of his way as he approaches the stage.
“Lass mich gehen, du verdammter Bastard!”
“Be quiet you damn mutt.”
The omega falls to their knees as the auctioneer kicks the back of its right leg, their head facing the floor being hidden by blonde spiky hair.
The action makes the greenette angrier. He can hear some gagging from the crowd as they start to choke on his strong pheromones. Usually he can easily tame his scent, but he’s pissed.
“Stop that!”
The auctioneer whips his head towards the primes shout, beady red eyes narrowing on his figure. “Who do you think you are?”
Izuku pulls his hood off of his head, gasps from the crowd spreading as they realize just who he was.
“That’s the Bandit King!”
“Holy shit, that’s All Might’s protégé.”
“Fuck, I gotta get out of here. I owe him a lot of money!”
If Izuku was like the other arrogant alphas he knew in passing, he would be sporting the cockiest smirk on his face. Being the leader of the All for One Brigade has given him a reputation all across the Kingdom of Yūei. Since he had inherited the title from his mentor Yagi Toshinori, he has managed to make a name for himself. But he wasn’t like that.
“I don’t care who you are, your majesty. You know how this works.” The man known as Shigaraki snarls, “If you want this bitch , you’re going to have to pay for him.”
The next thing the crowd knows, Izuku makes his way onto the stage with a bag, that somehow magically appeared out of thin air, in his hand He makes his way past the man, dropping the bag full of sterling silver, not even bothering to hand it to him but letting it fall onto the floor. Eyes focused on the omega on the ground.
Izuku slowly approaches, not wanting to startle the omega who appears to be male. His red boots stop in front of him making the man flinch, but the snarling hasn’t ceased. Near his feet Izuku can notice the pool of venom that must have been dripping down the other’s canines.
He doesn’t do anything else, just observes the omega kneeling in front of him.
The hybrid appeared to be more human. If it wasn’t for the orange scales that scattered over his shoulder blades, you couldn’t tell what other species it was. Their blonde hair complimented the slight sun-kissed skin. It was a rare sight to see a male omega due to the rarity, especially with a more toned physique.
Slowly Izuku kneels in front of him, his hand reaching just under the muzzle, accidentally grazing the scent gland on the other's neck with the one on his wrist. The interaction causes the omega to look up at him with slitted scarlet red eyes. Izuku grabs a handkerchief from his pocket and starts to wipe off the venom as much as he can.
“Are you okay?”
At the soft tone of his voice and gentle touch, the omega’s eyes dilate slightly as he tilts his head.
“Alpha?”
Not even knowing the tone of what has been said, he smiles at the blonde. The next thing Izuku knows, the stranger lunges forward.
Before he gets the time to react, he’s being pushed down by the omega. Izuku shouldn’t be surprised by the other weight on top of him, the blonde’s thighs pressed into him as he’s being straddled. Izuku just lays there, not moving. The other’s face is pressed into his neck, heavy breaths tickling his scent gland. A low whine slips past the omega’s lips.
He has no clue what is happening until he feels a wetness on the front of his pants, the intoxicating smell of slick hitting him.
He’s going into heat?!
A memory from his childhood registers inside of his mind, completely rendering the previous thought as irrelevant. All he can think about are the fall festivals that his mother used to take him to before the Great War, the feeling when he spotted a particular vendor at their booth. The aroma of crisp apples mixed with the sweet scent of caramel making his mouth water. All he wanted to do was have a taste.
Fuck, he needs to have a taste .
Izuku can’t process what is happening around them. He’s too busy kneading the top of the others thighs, a filthy moan slipping past his lips. Something wet, but warm, runs up the side of his neck, the sensation causing him to buck his hips up in pleasure.
He can’t process that the omega on top of him is repeating the same phrase over and over again.
“Okay, it’s time for us to leave!” Ochako shouts, appearing out of thin air. “I’m pretty sure you don’t want everyone to witness this.”
The brunette approaches the two, trying to get their attention. When she’s about to reach her hand out, the blonde snaps his teeth towards her, growling.
“Okay, new plan!” She shrieks. “Toga, I need to buy two of Atsuhiro’s marbles and I better get a great deal because of this.”
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Izuku doesn’t exactly know how he got to his cottage, but the next time he opens his eyes, he’s looking up at his ceiling. Out of nowhere a migraine reaches his temple causing him to close his eyes again as he tries to sit up.
Keywork try.
Frantic, he opens his eyes again and takes a look at the intrusion that is causing him to stay sat down on the couch. From his position all he can see is tanned skin and spiky blonde hair. He doesn’t know exactly why, but his alpha is being quite demanding, wanting him to saturate the stranger in his woodsy pine scent, to claim the other as his.
Without realizing it, Izuku’s pheromones cause the other to shift out of their comfortable position to nuzzle into his neck. A few scents later, Izuku is being shoved as the other jumps to their feet, yelling.
“Wer zum Teufel bist du?!” The stranger demands a small wisp of fire leaving his mouth. “Wo hast du mich hingebracht??”
Izuku stares at him, his mouth gaping like a fish.
“Verdammt nochmal, antworte mir! Wer zum Teufel bist du?”
“ I have no clue what you’re saying. Do you know what I’m saying?” Izuku asks. It takes a moment for him to realize that asking that was pointless. “Even if you do, I wouldn’t be able to tell. You’ll just give me an answer and I’ll continue to be clueless.”
Red eyes glare at the greenette as he starts to mumble, a pout on his face. That’s cute.
As Izuku continues on with his little tangent, a brilliant idea comes to mind. Excitement fills his core as he looks around for the potion book Ochako gifted him for his last birthday.
“Beweg dich nicht, du verdammter arsch!” Even as the blonde continues to shout, Izuku doesn’t stop his movement as he gathers around the ingredients for the concoction he was going to make. He ignores the blonde as he makes his way towards the kitchen to find his diffuser to put the concoction in, the other following at his heels. “Antworte mir, verdammt! Bist du verdammt nochmal taub? Wer zur Hölle bist du? VERDAMMT! Ich stecke hier fest mit einem Gott verdammt nutzlo— less knothead who can’t understand a damn word I’m saying—”
“I’m not a knothead.”
The simple statement causes the other to stop his rant. The blonde turns to him, an unreadable look on his face.
“You’ve just been ignoring me? You piece of shit I’m gonna kill you!”
The stranger lunges at him and thankfully Izuku is actually expecting it. What he didn’t expect were the claws on his hands though. With an earlier observation, Izuku easily dodges it, grabbing the other's arm to throw the other off balance. Somehow the momentum causes them both to tumble onto the floor.
Quickly, the greenette uses the other's shock to pin them down. Even with his weight and stature he can easily feel the blonde thrash under his hold.
“Maybe if you stopped trying to kill me, we could have a normal damn conversation.” The stranger struggles in Izuku’s hold, a skeptical look on his face. Dejected, Izuku continues, “Please don’t make me use my alpha voice on you. I just want to talk. I’m Izuku by the way.”
Izuku hopes that the other will calm down by giving him his name.
Thankfully, the blonde calms down underneath him. Izuku lightly loosens his hold, fully letting the other go when he gets the reaction he’s wanted. On his feet, the greenette offers his hand out to the other waiting for them to accept it. Which they don't.
They’re both sitting down on the couch, using the awkward silence to catch their breath.
“I’m sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you earlier.” Izuku states. The stranger doesn’t answer, so he continues, “I didn’t really understand what you were saying. I’ve never heard your language before. Due to that, I didn’t even know how to respond to you either. The only reason why we’re even able to have this conversation is because I had to use a potion.”
“You sure do talk a lot.”
Not knowing what to say, Izuku just stays silent.
“It’s Katsuki, by the way.” The blonde states, a soft smile appearing on his face. “I know your name, you might as well know mine.”