Blue Dandelions

flicker of firelight | ContraryBee

Summary:

First, Izuku would build the nest and prepare himself (he's already prepared). Then, his new potential mate (the great Lord Bakugou Katsuki, barbarian king of all the plains, mountains, and hills) would approach with a gift for his pleasure and then inspect his nest.

Should both be accepted, Bakugou Katsuki would then claim him, here, in front of everyone, and Izuku would hopefully catch with the first child of their new, combined Peoples.

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"Alpha." Izuku bows his head, showing his neck.

"Katsuki." The barbarian king answers. "Don't call me that alpha shit unless I'm inside you."

Notes:

good morning.

Work Text:

Izuku thinks about panicking, but he's already weighed down with the ceremony robes, painted with red and the tingling between his legs was rising to a feverish heat. There's no room to panic. Instead, determination and something close to anticipation flutters in his gut. The drums in the communal tent were low enough to mix rather than drown the drone of people talking, as he steps lightly on his bare feet over the dirt, his maidens around him.

Ochako sends him another surreptitious wink, probably the eighth since he started his virginal walk.

Virginal. Hah.

Curse the aphrodisiac he'd drank earlier in a thick, crunchy herb concoction. It was putting him on edge, sending his mind into paroxysms of want and lust and need with nothing to focus on. But tradition.

In the center of the lord's camp stood a large tent, massive really, that beamed with firelight from many openings. The summer air was gentle against Izuku's skin, but as he drew closer to the tent where his future awaits, the robes hang heavier and hotter around his body. He wants them off, he wants to sweat and cool off, but he has to maintain the traditions of both their Peoples.

He hasn't even seen his husband to be yet.

Many members of their tribes mingled, lingering around the tent openings to watch his approach. With his gaze set forward, Izuku tried to ignore the way the jewels of his headdress swung in his vision. If he could ignore those, he could ignore the leers and the wet lips and the arousal that sunk in the air. It wasn't like this was an alien tradition, he knew of it, it wasn't anything different than what his own people would expect. He never anticipated that it would be him undergoing it.

But. His omega demands in the pit of his soul he give up his paltry, logical thoughts. Now was the time for instinct.

Izuku pauses at the entrance, finding the tent much changed than it had been earlier that week during the alliance talks. Instead of the roaring fire in the center there was now a mound of bedding and pillows, hot rocks wrapped in cloth to warm them in their nest that Izuku would build. Around the tent were scattered fireplaces, raised things with many alphas, betas, and omegas gathered around them drinking and eating and chatting together.

There's a hush as Izuku makes his presence known and feeling all their eyes on him, Izuku reminds his omegan body to calm the fuck down you have a job to do.

First, Izuku would build the nest and prepare himself (he's already prepared). Then, his new potential mate (the great Lord Bakugou Katsuki, barbarian king of all the plains, mountains, and hills) would approach with a gift for his pleasure and then inspect his nest.

Should both be accepted, Bakugou Katsuki would then claim him, here, in front of everyone, and Izuku would hopefully catch with the first child of their new, combined Peoples.