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⊹˚₊‧──── The Dragon's Claim ────‧₊˚⊹

―୨୧⋆ ˚GENRE/WARNING: f!xm, feral Sylus, double cocks, marking, biting, scratching, breeding, eating out, swearing, hybrid, porn w/little plot, overstim, blood, aphrodisiac saliva, feral sylus, and did I say feral sylus? yeah-

―୨୧⋆ ˚SUMMARY: After being exiled from Philos, you set out beyond the borders of your home in search of the crimson gem that would reinstate your citizenship. However, fate had other plans in store for you. You stumble into the dragon lair, unaware of its fate.

―୨୧⋆ ˚WORD COUNT: 3.6K

―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: AAAAAA SYLUS MYTH! I'm sorry I got so excited when it was announced and wrote this as fast as I could. I'm so sorry if it's not my best work; I just wanted to get it out as fast as possible. I hope you all enjoy it and share your thoughts on it! Please reblog and share, it would be greatly appreciated!

(Side note: I apologize for the messy tagging, this is my first time doing, bear with me. I did go back and edit this, so if you're rereading, let me know how the new changes are ;3)

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You stood at the city's edge, casting one final glance back as the guards leveled their spears at you. The captain stepped forward, his voice as cold and commanding as it rang out into the silence. "Bring back the crimson gem from the dragon's cave beyond the border. Only then will you prove yourself worthy of rejoining the citizens of Philos."

The weight of his words sank in like stones. The city had been your whole life—your whole world, it was all you ever knew; the people, the community, everything—Now you were exiled, doomed to face the harsh unknown. Desperately, you pleaded, hoping for just a sliver of mercy. "Please—grant me a retri–"

"Silence!" The captain barked out, cutting you off sharply. "You are forbidden to speak unless you have the gem in hand. Only then will you earn another chance. Now go!"

The guards thrust their spears forward, forcing you to cross the threshold as you shuffled backward, stumbling on your feet. This was it. With your last ounce of hope shriveled, you turned around and stepped into the wilderness. Your heart thrummed loudly in your ears as you ventured further into the uncharted lands, left with nothing but a small satchel containing only a few days' worth of provisions. How you would survive beyond that was a question only time could answer.

In the first few hours, you barely managed to go a hundred meters beyond the city threshold. The sight of Philos served as a tether to familiarity, a comfort you desperately clung to despite the rejection. However, as the sun dipped lower into the sky and the shadows stretched into darkness, waiting became a death sentence of its own. Your resolve now reformed–it was better to attempt to escape find this treasure than to face a perilous doom. It was a better fate than withering outside the city gates.

With a heavy heart, you ventured deeper into the uncharted wilderness, clutching your satchel as though its scarce contents could quell the turmoil within you. Hours turned to days, days to weeks, slowly blurring into months. Each step turns into a survival instinct. The wilderness you had once feared was now becoming a part of you, and you with it. A symphony of the unknown that you now call your new home.

With each sunrise, the sting of longing for Philos dulled. You found peace within the wilderness, looking forward to each new day. You had been roaming around for quite a bit this particular day when the sky darkened with little warning. Looking around, you could faintly spot a jagged opening in the side of the rock face. You dashed for the opening, relieved to be sheltered from the heavy onslaught of the rain.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, you wrung out your clothes. The cave walls danced faintly with shadows, lightning illuminating it brightly on occasion. Only then did it strike you—This was the cave. The one you had been banished to find, your only chance at regaining citizenship in Philos, was right under your feet.

A chill ran through you as its weight sunk in. You stared into the void, its darkness staring back at you, mocking you even. Another strike of lightning illuminated the cave, giving you a glimpse of what lies beyond. Swallowing up your fear, you cautiously made your way further inside, unable to shake the fear that the darkness wasn't empty.

You clung desperately to your satchel, its meager contents unable to protect you now as the darkness swallowed you whole. Unable to see even your own hands in front of you, you took each step with caution. Almost as if the cave itself exhaled, you felt warm breath fanning your skin and immediately froze. Your breath caught in your chest, shallow and strained.

Your blood ran cold when you felt something scaly and rigid run along your leg, wrapping itself around your waist. Every fiber in your being screamed at you to run, but instinct held you still, praying the creature would lose interest and retreat. But fate was not so kind. Not given a chance to react, this thing had tightened its grip, yanking you off your feet. You were mercilessly dragged further, your body sliding along the cold stone.

A shriek was torn from your throat as you fought and thrashed in an attempt to escape your mystery captor. As you were hauled further, the darkness began to shift, soft light flickering along the grimy cave walls, casting shadows that almost looked alive. Your screams quieted as your surroundings grew clearer, dread hanging in the air.

The scent of ash filled your nostrils. A voice booming into the silence, "Another miserable human sent to die a meaningless death by my hands." Your heart was pounding in your chest, unsure of how you would escape this time. "Nonetheless, I have other plans for you." the creature drawled as it finally entered the light.

As frightened as you should be, a part of you couldn't deny that he was the most gorgeous being you had ever laid your eyes on. The dragon-man that stood before you had an otherworldly allure. His silver hair glinted in the faint light, and his sharp, inhuman features were both menacing and beautiful, and those crimson eyes—you almost forgot the peril you were in.

The tail that had dragged you to your doom, now lazily traced a line around you as he prowled in slow circles, his piercing gaze examining you. "Yes…You'll do nicely.."

Your voice trembled as you managed to speak, "What—" In an instant, he moved like a blur, pinning you to the cold stone floor with a growl that emanated from deep within his chest. "Who gave you permission to speak?" He snarled, his voice low and threatening.

"Silence." The warmth of his breath fanned across your skin as he lowered his head, nose brushing against your neck. The contact sent a jolt rushing through you. Instinctively, you tried pulling away, realizing far too late that you had given him the perfect opening.

Without so much as a warning, he sank his sharp teeth into the sensitive flesh of your neck. A cry escaped your lips, pain and shock flaring through your body. He felt your pulse thrumming against his lips as his brows scrunched, lips suctioning around his bite. He pulled back, a smudge of your blood glistening on the corner of his mouth.

He licked it away slowly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he murmured, "Sweet…" He smacked his lips, "I knew you were the one." Panic surged within you as you began to struggle against him. However, an unsettling heat began to spread throughout your body. Your lungs felt heavy, and your body felt weaker, slowly succumbing to the warmth beyond your control.

You groaned weakly, the unfamiliar sensation overcoming your body and slowly clouding your mind. This heat was unlike any other. It burned hot through your veins, igniting a flame so primal you couldn't shake it off. Scurrying from underneath him, you managed to rise to your feet, doing your best to keep your distance, but your blood burned like fire, immense heat radiating from your skin.

"Ah." He chuckled darkly, his tail reaching out to coil around you once more as he pressed against you impossibly closer. "There you go~"

"What…did you do..?" You managed to whimper out, to which he chuckled, "Aphrodisiac. You'll understand soon enough...This was meant to be." You stepped out of his grasp, stumbling into the pile of gold and treasure behind you. You hadn't quite taken note of the obscene amount of gold he had within his cave, but you could not say you were surprised.

He chuckled, sauntering closer to you, his movements deliberate and calculated. Your instincts screamed at you to run, to put as much space between you and him as possible, but no matter how you tried, your body would not move. It betrayed you. You felt yourself dragging forward, drawn to him against your will. The heat within you took control, fueling a deeply hidden desire.

His smirk widened, watching you struggle to regain control. "Don't fight it, you were made for this..for me." His words sent a chill down your spine, the uncertainty scaring you in a way you couldn't imagine.

Finally, you stopped right before him. You could feel the heat emanating from his body as he took one final step closer. His tail wrapped around your body, pulling you to your feet. His clawed hands reached for your waist, grazing your delicate skin.

"Please let me go.." You whimpered out despite leaning into his touch and becoming putty in his hands. "Now, why would I do that when I can see how much you're enjoying this?" he purred, still fully pressed against you.

He lowered his head to your neck once more, sharp teeth piercing into your flesh. A moan was torn from your throat as your hands instinctively flew up to grab his shoulders, wrapping around his neck. Your knees buckled, your strength fading as the heat within you grew and spread like wildfire. It was intoxicating, hard to resist, and impossible to ignore. Pleasure coiled tightly within you, growing with each passing second until resisting felt futile. Your resolve crumbled, and you succumbed to his desire, knowing you could only delay the inevitable for so long.

"Good girl~ I knew you'd come around." He murmured low and husky into your ear. His words sent a chill down your spine, his tone a perfect blend of dominance and seduction, luring you toward your demise. Your breath quickened, your chest rising and falling with an intensity you thought your heart would explode.

He let out a growl, tackling you to the ground once more. The coldness of the stone serves as a stark contrast to the heat that emanates from both your bodies. He made quick work of your clothes, quite literally tearing them away in one swift motion, causing you to yelp out. Instinctively, you brought your arms to cover up what you could while you clenched your legs, holding them closer to your torso.

Sylus was having none of that. He took his tail and pulled your arms away from your body while he spread your thighs apart with his arms. The pungent scent hit his nose, causing his eyes to roll back as he inhaled deeply. He let out a groan, bringing his head down to your core, unable to resist as he licked a fat stripe from your hole to your clit.

Your back arched off the cold floor, a moan escaping your lips as your thighs unconsciously wrapped around his head, hips bucking against his face. Sylus enjoyed every reaction he could elicit from you, kissing along the inner curve of the flesh, sucking and marking a trail that led closer to your core. Finally getting to the apex of your legs, he cupped his mouth over your heat, worming his tongue into your hole, causing you to jolt, the pleasure becoming too much to handle.

He pulled away momentarily, "The name in your mouth should be Sylus, nothing more." with that, he dove back in, sucking viciously at your clit, causing you to moan out and grip his rigid horns. Each curve in his horns fit your fingers perfectly, almost like he was made for you and only you.

"Ah!" You cry out, back arched so high you thought your spine would snap. His ministrations didn't falter in the slightest. Sylus continued to ravage you with his tongue alone, his grip becoming more eager and hungry, claws subtly digging into your thighs as he pulled you closer to his face, making sure you couldn't escape. "Sylus!"

He smirked, a slight huff escaping him at the use of his name as continuing to plunge his tongue deeper into your core, lips still clasped around your mound. Your body was scorching, the cold stone doing little to quell the heat. You felt as though you were going to burst. The pleasure was so overwhelmingly delicious that all sense of control you had was long abandoned.

A knot had started to form in the pit of your stomach, hips bucking wildly in an attempt to escape. "Please! I-" Your orgasm crashed through you unexpectedly as you threw your head back. Still gripping his horns, you pull his face closer as you reach your peak. He happily obliged and slurped up all you had to give him till you went limp in his hold.

Sylus admired his work. Red claw marks and hickeys decorated your thighs as your pussy leaked with juices from the prior engagement. "Tired already?" he asked, licking his lips, his lizard-like tongue flicking out. "The fun has just begun." He spoke with a teasing lilt in his voice. His claws wrap around your thighs once more, and he drags you towards him before flipping you over.

He pulls your hips up, leaving your torso slumped against the ground and your pussy on display, enticing him more. He couldn't help the primal growl that escaped his lips when he saw how slick your thighs became, the sweet essence dripping slowly along your slit. You yelp out, feeling his rough hand come down harshly onto your exposed skin. You were left defenseless, however, you weren't ready to put an end to such a blissful experience just yet. "Who are you?" You whined out, feeling him toss you around like a ragdoll.

"Your beloved. The one destined for you. Don't you feel it?" He said lowly, his hips lining up with yours. You couldn't place it, but something deep within you couldn't resist him, and it wasn't just the aphrodisiac. Your whole being screamed to let him consume you. It was as he said. It was meant to be.

The tip of his cock grazed your wet entrance. The sliver of clarity he had left was now gone with the wind. His primal instincts taking over him once more.

"Gonna stuff you full and breed you." He murmured to himself. "Make you mine forever." You could barely catch what he said when he plunged himself deep into you. Another cry escaped your lips. The sensation was overwhelming. You were full beyond comprehension.

Sylus's incoherent rambling paired with the sensation—of what you now realize as both your holes being plugged—has you reeling, eyes rolled back, mouth agape while your spit pooled below you.

You felt the ribbing and barbs grazing your sensitive walls and felt your mind starting to go blank. Never in your life had you experienced something so unique. So blissful. You almost threw caution to the wind, struggling to fight his allure.

"Taking my cocks so well-" he grunted out as he continued to thrust into you with no abandon. Desperately, you claw at the ground, unable to find purchase in the flat rocky surface.

"W-Wait!" However, your cries went unheard as lust overtook his mind fully. His only objective was breeding you. Unfortunately for you, you managed to saunter into his lair during mating season, completely oblivious to what the cycles and rituals entail. You fell into his claws at the exact moment he needed you most.

You felt yourself slip further into lust, finding it hard to resist throwing your hips back onto him, which he was pleased to see. "That's my good fucking girl." He growled, claws digging deeper into your skin, drawing blood. His wings began to beat loudly against the air as his pleasure heightened.

The sting of pain caused you to wail out, to which he leaned down and bit the flesh of your body, sinking his fangs in. The pain soon turned to pleasure, your whimpers of discomfort turning to moans of pleasure as he plowed your holes mercilessly.

"Better?" His pace slowed as he asked. You nodded vigorously, praying he didn't stop. "Please—don't stop." You choked out. You were starting to think his pace couldn't be more feral, but you were wrong. His pace quickened, hips slamming harshly against yours.

The familiar coil in your stomach pulls tighter, feeling the tip of his cock assault your cervix. You clawed at the stone, needing desperately to ground yourself for this deliciously impending high.

"Sylus! I'm almost-"he cut you off, claws digging further into your hips. You managed to get onto your palms, throwing your head back, reaching for him in the process. He noticed this and leaned down, growls spilling into your ear, and he continued to thrust into you. "I'm so close, Love." He grunted out, his movements growing sloppy, wings beating faster.

You could feel yourself creeping closer to your climax. He bit down harshly on your shoulder, another wave of ecstasy coursing through your veins, your moans echoing loudly in the cave.

"Cumming!" You screamed, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. A surge came through you, squirting onto his cock. This sent him tumbling over the edge, his cum flooding your walls as he let out a final grunt, emptying himself into you.

You attempted to pull yourself off him with the little energy you could muster but found yourself unable to move. Clenching around him, he hissed. "Stay still." He commanded, his knot buried deep inside you. Unaware of your situation, you make an attempt once more to pull yourself off but felt that same resistance.

"Sylus what—"he hissed out, his resolve weakening the more you moved. "Stay. Still." You obeyed and didn't move. Before you could react, he quickly pulled out with a pop. Turning you to face him.

"My gods, you're beautiful." The tear stains on your cheeks, the flush of your face, and the bite marks and hickeys that littered your skin were a sight to behold. He could feel himself getting hard again.

Not giving you much of a choice, he plunged one of his cocks inside you, the other resting on your clit, creating a delicious friction against your bundle of nerves. The dual sensation fills your senses with nothing but pleasure. Your legs locked around his waist, the scales of his tail brushing harshly against your skin.

"Oh fuck—" Not waiting a moment longer. He began thrusting deep into your womb, creating a bulge in your tummy. Sylus drew back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside, the other one flicking your clit when he shoved himself back in.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, eyes screwed shut as he continued his punishing pace. Tears pricked your eyes, spilling past your eyelids and cascading down your cheek.

Sylus leaned down once more, biting your skin and leaving yet another mark, the pleasure flowing throughout your body. You let out broken sobs and cries of pleasure as he plunged in and out of you, his other cock abusing your clit.

You couldn't help but squirm. The sensation was too much for you to bear, seeing as you barely recovered from your last orgasm. In an attempt to scramble away, your thighs subconsciously pushed against him, trying to force his body away from yours.

His tail whipped up and wrapped around your thigh, prying your legs open, creating more room for him. "Relax. You can handle it." He said lowly into your ear. Your thigh was pressed firmly against the surface of the stone, his hips not faltering in their abusive pace.

With nothing more left within you, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his back, grazing dangerously close to his wings. He moaned loudly, almost stumbling into your shoulder.

You noticed this and toyed with the joining of his wings and shoulder blades. His throaty moans spill from his lips and into your ear. Wings beating loudly.

Watching in a lustful daze, his movements became as desperate as ever, chasing his high that was dangling within reach. "S-Sorry love." He groaned out. Sorry?

"S-Sorry for w-" his arms wrapped fully around you. His large figure covering yours entirely as he squeezed your body against his, pounding into your swollen cunt. "Oh, gods!" You cried out, feeling the brute force of his body against your weaker one.

He couldn't help the pleasure that wracked through him. The feeling of your velvety walls wrapping him perfectly coaxed out of him another orgasm, sending you tumbling with him. His wings flared out as he filled you up once more, the echo of your moans dying at the far ends of the cave.

You felt the warmth of his cum seeping into your walls and simultaneously puul on your stomach, pooling in your belly button before dribbling down the sides of your body.

You whimpered out weakly, feeling him collapse onto you, the sticky mess between your bodies emitting a wet lewd noise. "Sylus." Every bit of your body ached in a way that made you want more. You felt him shift, resting on his elbows to stare at you.

"Yes, My Love?" You couldn't help but question him. How uniquely he greeted you, how does he even know what he claimed was true? "Why?" You managed to breathe out. "You don't even know me."

"My Love, I have waited centuries for you, and finally, you fell into my lap. I knew it was you when you walked in." None of it made sense; logically, it was something you could not fathom, but deep within, you couldn't deny the undeniable allure he had on you.

"It must have been fate for me to be cast out of Philos then." Your statement hung in the air silently. His response was nothing more than a hum as he nuzzled into your neck.

"It seems we have lost time to make up for then." His tongue flicked out to lick your old bite marks. His hips moved slowly against yours once more, causing you to whimper out. He chuckled at your little whimper, and you couldn't help but return it with a giggle, pulling him closer. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

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The chase

Part I (of 3)

When he finally arrives to the village is already dark, however, the omega doesn't worry too much about it. It's true that the potion Uraraka gave him to make him smell like a beta is wearing off, but there are so many people there Izuku is almost sure no one will notice.

Besides, since the clan is having a celebration; all the tents are open to travelers, selling all kinds of interesting things there. Izuku doesn't know how to make a potion, but he knows a couple of herbs that can help him with his scent as well.

He's fascinated with everything he sees although he tries not to get too distracted by it. Izuku suddenly spots a tent with mystical objects, jewelry and herbs. The owner is clearly a barbarian girl (judging by the colors of her clothes, they use mostly reds and oranges) with pink hair.

He's about to walk in when he bumps into a very strong chest that almost sends him flying backwards. Fortunately, All Might has been training him a lot, so Izuku is not that weak omega he once was.

"OI, YOU PIECE OF–" the tall barbarian with blond hair stops once his eyes meet. He doesn't look like the friendly type.

Honestly, he doesn't want to get into any trouble today, besides, fighting could make him sweat and people will realize he's actually–

"Omega," the barbarian smirks. He smells like an alpha, a very strong alpha. "Listen, I don't usually do this, but I'll be kind to you this time, show me your neck and I'll forgive you."

"What?" Izuku is too shocked to be angry at the moment; if an omega shows his bare neck to an alpha it means they're submitting to them. In the little town he used to live that was frowned upon. Only mates can expose their necks to each other.

The alpha huffs with irritation.

"Are you deaf? Show me your neck!"

"No." Izuku tries to stay calm, even though the barbarian is getting on his nerves.

"HAH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?" The alpha is baring his teeth now, but Izuku has dealt with stupid alphas before so he doesn't even blink at him.

"No," he mumbles again, before turning around which is actually very reckless considering the situation, no matter how many people are around. Besides, some of them are already looking and none seems willing to help the omega.

Which is also not surprising.

However, the barbarian doesn't attack, he just moves in the blink of an eye until he's in front of Izuku again. He's wearing a red cloak and dark trousers, nothing else.

Izuku should stop staring at his chest.

"SUBMIT TO ME!"

This time, the omega rolls his eyes and tries to keep going but he feels the weight of a heavy, strong hand on his shoulder and he doesn't hesitate: he takes the alpha by the arm and flips him over his shoulder. The blond hits the ground.

Izuku knows that's just mere luck; he has trained for years, but the barbarian looks strong, he's probably trained in combat too and he could easily kill Izuku, but he probably just didn't expect an omega, or maybe just someone like him to do that.

He's ready to run; he knows he could disappear in the crowd but the barbarian jumps quickly and suddenly he's on his feet again. However, the hostility has finally disappeared from his scent completely, replaced by something else...

Something spicy.

"Nice," he blurts out, with a huge smirk on his face that doesn't calm Izuku at all. "It's great to find a strong omega."

"Uhh..." He doesn't know what to say so he just nods. "I have to buy something..."

He keeps walking, but unfortunately, the alpha follows him.

"You're very pleasant to look at, omega."

Izuku tries to ignore him, mostly because his face has started to turn red.

"Despite all the useless clothes you're wearing, I can tell from here that you have very thick thighs and round... hips. Excellent for breeding."

Choking on air, the omega stops and turns around, he doesn't know if the burning he feels on his face is because he's embarrassed or because he's angry at the alpha.

"Don't say things like that!"

He shouldn't have said that because the barbarian looks like he's enjoying every second of Izuku's distress. He probably doesn't even mean it, he's just trying to mess up with him.

"Why not? It's a compliment! The highest one for an omega!"

"Where I come from that kind of talk is really obscene."

"That's because your people are boring, omega."

This is just a game for the barbarian, one Izuku shouldn't get involved with. He turns around again, glad he's right outside the tent again.

"Omega–"

"My name is Midoriya Izuku, not omega," he says, regretting it almost immediately.

"Deku?"

"Izuku!"

"Deku suits you better," the barbarian says and even though the omega is not looking at him, he can tell he's grinning again. "I'm Bakugo Katsuki."

This time, Izuku decides to ignore him completely. He smiles kindly to the girl as he walks inside the tent.

"Hi! I was looking for a couple of herbs..."

"Of course, pretty!" The girl is an alpha as well, but she looks kinder and more approachable than the other one. "Oh! An omega! We don't have many male omegas around here, you know? You look so–"

"Stop flirting with him, pinky!" Bakugo bares his teeth at the other alpha. It's... refreshing to see the barbarian snapping at someone who's not Izuku for once.

"Not going to happen again," she assures him and although she doesn't look worried, she does bow her head lightly, which means Bakugo's rank is definitely higher than hers.

It seems the alpha is going to be his shadow for a while.

"Okay, I need herbs to mask my scent–"

"Why would you do something like that?" The barbarian looks almost outraged at the thought. "Your scent is sweet, but not in an annoying way... Omegas usually have overwhelming sweet scents that make me want to throw up, but yours is different."

Is that another compliment? It doesn't seem like it, so Izuku just ignores it.

"I don't want people to know I'm an omega."

"Why?"

"Because alphas think they have the right to touch me or don't take me seriously..."

Bakugo looks furious suddenly, his scent is getting stronger and overwhelming. It starts spreading through the whole tent; for an instant, Izuku feels the need to calm him down, but he's not his alpha.

Suddenly, something changes in his demeanor, he looks like he's almost sorry.

"I didn't ask you to submit to me because you were an omega..."

Alright, that sounds like the start of an apology–

"I would've done the same if you were an alpha or a beta."

The most terrible, ridiculous attempt of an apology Izuku has ever heard. He sighs, because by the look on Bakugo's face he seems to think he's saying the right thing.

"Right. Well... I still need my herbs so..."

"Anything he wants, it's on me."

"What? No!" Izuku protests. "I have my own money."

With a smirk, Bakugo purposely ignores him. He walks inside the tent and pick two necklaces, once has a red gemstone and the other a green one.

"Here, put this on," the alpha says, shoving the red one in Izuku's hands. "And I'll keep the green."

"But I–"

"It's a gift, Deku. You have to take it."

Deciding he doesn't want anymore trouble, he does as he's told.

"Oh, so our King is a romantic after all..."

"SHUT UP!"

King? Izuku doesn't hear the rest of the sentence because he's too busy panicking about the fact that he almost got into a fight with the barbarian King.

No wonder why he has such a big ego. Perhaps it's better to take his things and go.

"Thank you so much..."

"Ashido Mina!"

"Thanks, Ashido!"

"Oi, Deku! You should stay to participate in the games," Bakugo says, eyes shining dangerously.

Despite his logic is yelling at him to go, but he's curious now...

"What games?"

"There are a couple, but most of them are for extras... I think you should participate in The chase."

"Bakugo, you'll regret it if someone else–"

"That won't happen," the blond alpha almost growls. "I'm the strongest and the fastest."

"But–"

"So, will you play the game, Deku?"

"Wait, isn't The chase that old tradition in which omegas run in a forest and if an alpha catches them they have to get mated?"

"Yes, that's pretty much it," Ashido says, before Bakugo can open his mouth.

Izuku has heard only bad things about that tradition; he takes a step back instinctively, making Bakugo frown.

"Why do you keep doing that? Isn't that banned? What about the omegas..."

"It's different now, sweetie," Ashido assures him, immediately getting what he's trying to say. "We're not animals..."

"Just because you don't understand doesn't mean it's wrong, Deku," the alpha looks irritated, but not that much.

"Right," Izuku nods, realizing he made a mistake; All Might have talked to him a lot about his adventures, how much he learned from other people... The need to actually listen to others. "I apologize. Although I still don't understand, can you explain it to me?"

He's mostly talking to Ashido, but he doesn't miss the way Bakugo nods in approval.

"It's just a game. I mean, all the alphas and omegas there do that because they want to. Yes, if an alpha catches them they have to bond, but all of them know that."

"But what if they don't want the alpha that caught them?"

"Everyone in The chase is ready to mate, they don't care too much about whom they end up with."

"Stop pouting, nerd. They usually are very happy with the partners they get," Bakugo assures him. "Perfect matches are rare, but they happen."

"I met a perfect match a while ago, they both participated in The chase and ended up together," Ashido tells him.

"Why did they do that? If they already wanted to be with each other, why didn't they just start courting?"

"Because that takes too long!" Bakugo answers this time and smirks before saying: "And they probably wanted to fu–"

Before even thinking about what he's doing, Izuku puts a hand over Bakugo's mouth to shut him up. He moves it away almost immediately, but the alpha looks absolutely pleased.

He's a weird alpha.

"What if an omega wins?"

Bakugo snorts, but Izuku refuses to look back at him.

"That never happens, it's almost impossible. Besides, the omegas want to be caught. It's just the thrill of the game what they want," Ashido says. "However, if an omega managed to stay hidden or escape from the alphas chasing them by the time the sun rises, then they either could choose whichever alpha they want or remain unattached and go."

"So... Are you in, Deku?"

"My name is not Deku, Kacchan!"

"What kind of ridiculous name is that? I'm Katsuki!"

"If you stop calling me that, then I'll call you Bakugo."

To his utter shock, Bakugo grimaces at the sound of his own last name.

"No, it sounds too weird coming from you. Kacchan is better."

Honestly, he doesn't understand that barbarian at all.

"It's almost time. Will you come?"

"No," Izuku shakes his head. It'll be useless for him to do that. "I don't want an alpha."

For a moment, Bakugo looks almost hurt and angry again, but then he shakes his head and laughs.

"You mean you're already sure you're going to lose, right?"

Offended, Izuku feels himself blush.

"But Ashido said impossible!"

"She said almost."

"I'm right here, guys!"

Izuku doesn't want to ignore her, but he's a little bit upset at the moment.

"So you admit you're no match for m–the alphas in our clan?"

"I can win," the omega assures as his mind tells him he's falling into a trap. "But it'll be a waste of time because I don't want–"

"I won't believe you until I see it, Deku."

He used to believe that trouble always followed him around until one day Uraraka told him that it was him the one who was constantly (and willingly) running into it on purpose.

Maybe she was right after all.

"Alright, I'll do it."

"Great!" Bakugo smirks triumphantly and that should've been his clue to immediately back off. "Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"To Yaoyorozu's tent. She'll prepare you for the event, because those clothes won't do."

Izuku should go. He should look for an inn and forget about everything else... But he can't.

***

The trousers are tight and he feels a little bit exposed with the top and all the necklaces Yaoyorozu is putting on him.

"You really are a mesmerizing omega," she comments, looking at him from head to toe before smiling at the way he blushes. "And adorable. I'm glad Bakugo is going to be running in the event, he never wants to be part of it."

"Is Kacchan... Sorry, I mean is Bakugo going to be in The chase?" The omega immediately wonders if that's the reason why the alpha asked him to participate, so he could see him fail from up close.

"Obviously," she mumbles, looking at him with a confused frown.

Maybe she knows the omega he's going to run after. Yaoyorozu looks at him like he just asked an stupid question, perhaps the omega is really pretty. Izuku is sure Bakugo's type is the delicate, submissive omega that's constantly praising him.

"Was that a serious question?"

"Yes. I didn't know he was interested in an omega, I assumed he was already mated since he's the King, even though he didn't smell like it."

"So you don't know whom he's going to chase after?" Yaoyorozu asks again, more carefully, like she wants to tell him something.

"I just met him today," Izuku informs her. "I don't know much about him. I thought he was going to watch because he's the King."

"Mina told me he asked you to participate."

"Yeah, probably to watch me fail," the omega mumbles before a fierce expression makes his eyes glimmer. "But I'm going to win!"

"Oh, gods above," Yaoyorozu says again. "You seriously don't know?"

"No, I don't know the omega, do you?"

"Yes, infact, I do," she nods before pointing at the mirror in front of the omega; Izuku finally sees himself in it; actually, the outfit doesn't look bad.

"Thank you! Somehow I don't look bad at all!"

"You look beautiful, but that's not the point. I meant–"

"The chase is about to begin!" Ashido rushes into the tent suddenly, before yanking Izuku by the arm. "Follow me!"

She takes him to the forest where a group of people are already waiting and others are pretty much happy just by staring at the omegas in line and the alphas.

He doesn't see Bakugo.

Already nervous and regretting everything, Izuku stands next to the other omegas who look at him with curiosity before they start talking with each other.

They sound really excited.

"I hope Kirishima catches me!"

"Sero is more handsome."

"That's a lie!"

"I wanted our King to join. Why does he never..."

They suddenly start squealing and Izuku notices that Bakugo has finally arrived. When he stops next to the alpha with red hair, clearly ready for the chase, everyone around start murmuring among themselves. They seem a lot more interested now.

Izuku lifts his chin up before he narrows his eyes at Bakugo. The King only smirks at him, takes his cloak off to expose his well built body and winks at him.

It makes the omega feel even more irritated.

"Oh, no!" An omega bemoans next to him. "He has chosen already!"

"It seems this is going to be a great year for our clan! Our King has finally decided to chase! His omega will bring us good luck and lots of pups!" A beta announces before saying the rules again.

He also tells the omegas they still have time to walk away. Izuku should take the opportunity, but he needs to prove he can do this.

It's okay, there are many pretty omegas next to him, they're probably from the clan which means they'll be chosen. Izuku is almost sure no one is going to run after him. So it means it'll be easy for him to last until sunrise.

It's almost annoying how everyone around assumes Bakugo is going to get his omega... Well, maybe they're right, since he looks really capable of running through the whole forest and back before the sun rises. Besides, the feral smile on his face tells Izuku he's determined to win.

"As always, omegas have a couple of minutes of advantage."

Izuku doesn't think twice before he starts running; he almost feels sorry for the omega who will be trying to hide from Bakugo; that'll probably be over soon. Although he supposes he shouldn't feel sorry, since the other omegas really want this to happen.

He's the only one who actually wants to win.

Why is he there then? It sounds ridiculous in his mind. This game it's just for omegas and alphas to have fun before they mate, to feed his primal instincts and Izuku is just...

Uraraka would be so pissed at him if she knew.

***

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