Hi, uh...Sorry about this. I forgot to post this, which may have left a few people confused what the heck happened in the Itsuka chapter. My bad!

Izuku was walking the hallways of UA with barely any people around but the early birds as he made his way to his Evoker class. He sighed, thinking about how to control the Mantle. The power it granted was immense, intoxicating, as if he could easily destroy reality and recreate it anew but dread ran down his spine as he recalled Nimue words, recounting Merlin saying it was the bare minimum needed.

"I guess I should have a chat with Booker. I can't shake the feeling there's things I badly need to understand before it's too late," he murmured. "Ochaco and the girls are gonna go prematurely gray if I can't stop almost getting killed every other week. I guess it's a good thing Eri's hair is already gray."

Earlier as always, Nana was there ahead of him. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, "Good morning, Nana."

Nana smiled, looking at him over her shoulder, "Good morning, Izuku. How are ye feeling? Any lingering side-effects from being roasted?"

Izuku snorted, "Not really. I always did say fire was overrated."

"Ain't nobody crawling out of the grave to tell me that. How about side effects from getting married?"

"Ask me in 9 months."

"Not wasting time, eh? Well, ye've got all the time in the world to enjoy yerselves."

"We did. That's exactly how we got into that situation. Anyway, she's left for Camelot already. Ready to head in?"

"Sure."

They entered the classroom and found their seats. It didn't take long for Booker to arrive.

"What a goddamned mess. Nana. Izuku. I'm going to assume you were both at the thick of this?"

"Thick of what, Professor?" Izuku asked.

"What did I say about your poker-face, Izuku? Next time, let Nana lie, if you're going to try it. Erec is dead and your girlfriend is the new Queen of Camelot. Or will be, once she's crowned."

"Ah."

"It has rather rousted the overbred pigeons of the Court's higher nobility. She was supposed to be the prize they were competing for, not their suzerain."

"She's their Queen, not their suzerain. If they want to get uppity, I'll be more than happy to help crack skulls until they behave," he growled.

"Did you kill him?"

"Who? Erec? No. He was Ochaco's father, for all his faults."

Booker gave a sigh, "You know, I actually believe you. Finally, a positive side benefit of being a crappy liar."

"Thanks, I guess."

Book stroked his chin, "Your Spark's all messed up again, incidentally. Something in the last week you got your hands on a large amount of additional Power. Just how much, I can't tell. But a lot."

"How on earth can you tell? Nobody told me about it."

"The intensity is right, but there's no fluctuation...it's constantly looking at max."

"What do you mean?"

"Your Spark is your soul; it flickers like a light of the candle to echo your emotions. Except yours doesn't. Right intensity, wrong colour...but more importantly, it's refusing to flicker. Even when you got angry defending your girlfriend."

"Wife. But yes."

Nana called out to him, "Izuku! Ye maybe should be a little careful about how you spread that information around."

"I needed to say that, I think. It felt right. Booker here will be one of our allies in what is to come."

"Am I, now? So. Husband to the Queen in Exile. It would be too much to hope that you're just her Prince Consort, wouldn't it?"

"Indeed."

"The King is dead. Long live the King," Booker murmured.

"And Queen. This is mostly Ochaco's throne," Izuku shrugged. "I'm just planning to lurk in the background."

"I guess that explains the Power. I take it you assumed the Mantle of the Once and Future King?"

"Probably better to say I'm holding it as carefully as a ticking bomb. There's more Power there than I can safely control."

Nana looked at him, "There's three fecking trillion gallon of Mana Battery's worth of Power inside you. I cannae imagine why anyone would be stupid enough to give it to you. It's like giving nukes to a toddler."

"Love ya too, Nana."

Booker shook his head, "That's...a lot of Power. More than most gods. Hells, I'm willing to bet more than the average Pantheon. And your control was never particularly good. We're going to fix that before you do something stupid."

"Yeah, that's the plan. I was hoping you could help."

"I'm just an old Evoker, Izuku," he chuckled. "Not a god. I've got no experience managing a Mantle."

"Where's the divine teacher when you need him?"

"Usually right behind you with a hammer, I believe," Booker scoffed before sighing and looking at Izuku for a moment. "Okay, it looks like it's up to us poor mortals. And, no, I'm not including you in the 'us' part, Izuku. Here I thought that Andrew and James in my class was a headache."

"So, how do we do this?"

"Your case isn't really that different from blow-out Evokers."

"The heck was that?"

"More or less someone who came into too much Power too early, usually when they're 13 or 14. Though not as much as yours, obviously. The end results tend to be...messy. All power, no control."

"Lots of premature ejaculations, huh?" Izuku quipped.

"More like premature ignitions. Anyway, there's techniques for tamping down your output."

"Relax, I'm not that out of control."

"Let's try to ensure you stay that way. So...how do you visualize the Power from the Mantle?

"Like an ocean of fire, just out of reach. X keeps it locked away, but at some point, I'll need to stick my hand into it and bring up some Power."

"And your normal Spark? Or as normal as such a monstrous Spark channeled through Excalibur can be, at least."

"It doesn't feel monstrous. It feels...comfortable. Like a candle on a table in a dark room."

Booker facepalmed at the description. "The fact that you consider your Spark to be a comfortable candle makes me distinctly nervous about something you'd call an ocean of fire. I was gonna ask you to channel as little as you could control from that, but I suspect UA won't be happy with me if you did."

"So, what now?"

"How do you feel reaching out to it? Sticking your hand in it, as you said?"

"A little scared. But that might just be an after-effect from a bad experience with fire recently. Afterwards, it was intoxicating. I don't...think...it would burn me. I could try?"

"Just a little. And stop the moment you feel anything that scares you."

Izuku closed his eyes and let out a breath, imagining him entering his inner mind. There it was, the ocean of hellfire. He could feel the pulsating heat and its eagerness as he imagined his hands reaching out to it, as if it was conscious.

'Boss, could you please not do that?' X called out. 'I don't know if it'll hurt you, but I'd prefer it if you could go a week without setting yourself on fire.'

'I don't think it will,' Izuku told him. 'It doesn't feel that way.'

'This ain't the friendly warmth of your Spark, trust me.'

Izuku ignored X, plunging his hand into the wall of Power. For an eternal moment, all he could sense was pain, the heat burning him, eating him. His entire body was on fire. Then the sensation died off like it was never there, though it remained hot to the touch.

'Why do I keep getting paired off with the goddamned lunatics?' X lamented.

'I needed to do this, X. Are you messing with my nerves again?'

X scoffed, 'No. If you wanna fuck yourself up, who am I to stop you? Maybe a little pain would knock some sense into your skull. Though that seems a forlorn hope, in hindsight.'

'The pain was bearable. If not...comfortable. I feel like I could draw Power like this, is that right?'

'You already are! Way too much of it; your eyes are on fire. Now, can you please remove your hand from the insanely potent wall of magic, before you break something important, like reality?'

Reluctantly, he removed his hand from the wall, feeling the pain die quickly. He felt the sharpness of the world with it as he felt a faint sense of loss.

"Izuku! Ye daft cunt! It's us. Me. Nana!" She shook his shoulders, panic painted her features he never saw from her before.

Izuku pulled up his hands, "I'm fine, Nana."

"Yer not fecking fine. Yer eyes glowed like searchlights again. Things started falling upwards and it was as if we were in different places all at once, and everything stretched and contracted-"

He raised his hand, "Nana, calm down. It's okay. I just brushed the Mantle, I think. I can take energy from it, if I'm careful. Or desperate."

Nana, huffing, replied, "I think I saw meself as a baby and a grandma. What the hell? And who was that kid?"

"You might want to limit that to just desperate," Booker suggested. "I'm really not comfortable with so much power under that little control."

"I barely touched the surface," Izuku tried to reassure them. He looked around, he could see the room seemed warped—lines no longer perfectly straight, colors slightly off.

"That makes me even less comfortable. Be very careful about tapping the Mantle. It will likely become necessary one day, but until then your native Spark provides more Power than anyone sane should need."

Izuku looked at his hands, clenching his fists with a smirk, "All I'm saying is the next fucking dragon I see is not going to know what happens to it."

"What's this about a dragon?"

"Long story, ignore it."

"If you say so. Be very careful with dragons, they're not to be trifled with," Booker advised.

"Trust me. I know."

Booker sighed, "Why doesn't that surprise me? Just remember that they're death on Shields and nowhere near as dumb as you might think. A greater dragon is all too likely to roast you alive."

"Yeah, I hear that happens."

"Indeed. It is interesting that Erec appears to have fallen to dragonfire. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that?"

"Yeah, we were there. Ochaco and Yui tried to save him, but it was way too late."

"Thank you for being honest. But you might want to be careful about that knowledge; the noble clans will be grasping for any means to pressure the new Queen. If they could link his death to her, or to you, they might be able to overthrow her."

Izuku frowned. "She has the Army, and the Knights. If all else fails, she has me." His eyes flickered with Power. Unlike before, there were no visible effects. But both Booker and Nana felt Izuku's emotions. The overwhelming Rage that will burn those who harmed what was his.

Booker almost fell to the ground, "Ugkh-Izuku, stop this. You need to rule by consent. Not by threat of force or fear. That's not the actions of a Hero or a King, but a Tyrant."

Izuku shrugged his words off, "Largely, I don't intend to rule. Ochaco has the training, skills, and the temperament for that. But if she ever needs a bigger stick, I am certainly willing to play the bad cop in this relationship."

"Just try not to incinerate too many innocents in the process, would you?"

"I don't intend to harm any innocents. Guilty, I'm less worried about."

"Even guilty men have innocent children. In time, you will learn. Hopefully before you do something you end up regretting for the rest of your life."

"I saw my father in a dream. He said the Cult waxes, as the Outsiders grow closer. That they are recruiting the nobles and trying among the Fae."

"I...see. And I assume I've earned your trust enough to know who this father is?"

"It's the Horned Lord," he said.

"Old Horney himself, huh? That makes sense, considering your Power, and makes things more complicated. He'll know what he's talking about. But..." he sighed. "...for them to recruit among the Fae would be unthinkable, once. They all have innate magic. They'd not need what the Cult has to offer, and they have an overwhelmingly purist society. They hunt down Cultists and Daemons for sport. Unless...they'd grown thirsty for enough power to overturn the order of Tír na nÓg."

"Could they do that? Overthrow the Horned Lord?"

"In terms of direct challenge to him? No, there's absolutely no chance of that. His is a light touch, but backed by absolute force. And no matter what the Cult does, it would not have the Power to meet him in open combat. But all that lives can die; they might just be enough to jog his elbow while he's busy dealing with something else."

"He mentioned he pruned the tree. I'd assume that means any Fae he's found has been caught."

Booker scowled. "It means that any he even suspected are dead. The Oldest is not someone you cross, especially not by trying to sell him out to the Cult. If you intend to play the avenging angel to your wife's angel of mercy, he isn't a bad role model."

"Softly, softly..."

"Until the hammer comes down. Or sword, in your case. Anyway, I've got some exercises for you; try to meditate somewhere peaceful and do them. Without setting fire to the rest of the world."

"I can do them at the lake."

"Sounds good," he shrugged. "I was going to get you to tap your Mantle, gently. But I've changed my mind about that. So, here's what I want you to do..."

He gave Izuku exercises from an old book he kept on him, detailing how to draw Power and about Control. Izuku felt like drawing wisdom from every word he uttered.

"Okay, that's all for today. Take care and try not to get yourself or anyone else killed before our next lecture."

"Will do. See you, Booker."

Booker exited the classroom but both Izuku and Nana remained. The room was enveloped with silence, you could hear a pin drop, before Nana broke it.

"How're ye feeling, Izuku?"

"I'm good, don't worry."

"Damn straight I worry for you, Izuku. I..." Nana's gaze fell to the ground for a moment before looking at him straight, her ears slightly flushed, "I care for ye. As a friend, I mean."

"I care for you too, Nana."

"Ah. Don't get all teary-eyed on me. Just try not to blow up any cities while I'm inside. Or ye are, for that matter. Gimme a text first so I could grab ye by the collar and book us outta there."

"Not stopping me, are you?"

"Sometimes ye gotta blow up what ye gotta blow up. Just don't die doing so," she told him before pulling out a bottle of whiskey from...somewhere. "Wanna drink? Someone's gotta first raise the glass for the new groom."

He shrugged. "Eh, why not? The sun's over the yardarm somewhere."

"That was one hell of a bachelor party, though."

"Next time I suggest we get more strippers and fewer reptiles," taking a shot glass that Nana handed to him.

"Hey, if ye mentioned you wanted stripping ye should've said something. I'm sure some of the girls woulda been happy to indulge ye. Or all of us, come to that. After all, yer only getting married once in your life. So, what do ye wanna toast to?"

"To the Love of Magic."

"I guess I'll drink to that."

For the next few hours, skipping the rest of the class he had for the day, the two of them talked, and laughed. Two students with no worries in the world, and no responsibilities that cannot be ignored until the night before the exams.

"Ye wanna go to the gym for an after-party?"

"Nah. Not today. I'll have to do these exercises Booker gave me so I'm gonna go to the Lake. Maybe have some sword practice in, too."

"Alright. Just call me if something needing to be set on fire. I'll rush in."

"Same, Nana."

Izuku walked through the campus, taking the direct path to The Crowley.

Earlier this morning, the rustling of various dresses as they were thrown to the floor, each one more extravagant than the last, could be heard coming from a room.

"Not this," Momo sighed, holding a casual outfit that consisted of a long skirt and a t-shirt, and throwing it behind her. "Definitely not this," she groaned, referring to a tight-fitting dress that barely covered her midriff and a slit going up the leg, and tossing it behind her.

One after the other, a repeated cycle of grabbing a dress, looking at herself in the mirror, and then tossing it to the ground. Today was the day and everything had to be perfect. Then, she remembered something. She hurried back to her closet and grabbed a particularly revealing piece of yukata.

It was the yukata she wore in her Visions, where she saw Izuku take her first time. Her cheeks flushed at the memory, her breathing ragged, and her stomach clenched in excitement. She wanted that. And she would do anything it took.

Yet despite giving others attention, he generally didn't take notice of her. In fact, she was the only one he addressed by surname. Her stomach dropped every time she heard him refer to her so distantly. And she was supposed to be one of the closest to him.

"Am I unattractive, I wonder?" she looked at the mirror. It may be presumptuous, but she never thought of herself as ugly. In fact, she could confidently say that in regard to the physical aspect, she should be able to compete with Ochaco.

She lived a sheltered life, yes, but she knew the boys that paid attention to her didn't just do it for her family's fortune or anything like that.

She sighed. Maybe it was her jealousy, wanting him to only look at her that was the problem. 'I tried to hide it, but Izuku must've felt it. He's surprising perceptive, at times.'

The other girls made their compromise to be with him, yet the sickening feeling in her gut at the thought of him with another woman wouldn't go away. Was it something inside her that was the problem?

She took a long look at herself in the mirror. Did she even want this?

Rather than someone who could give her his heart wholeheartedly, she was vying for a man who was not only married but also had nearly a dozen other women to keep satisfied, guaranteeing that she would never be his first priority.

Was it just because not pursuing this could spell the end of her world?

"What was the me from my vision thinking, I wonder?"

The woman had looked so satisfied, so happy, gazing at Izuku like some lovesick fangirl-puppy,her body twitching during their marathon of pleasure as she screamed his name in love and devotion. She could still hear his voice whispering words that made her heart leap from her chest—his willingness to storm through anything to fight for her.

Was this just her falling in love with him, or was she in love with the idea of experiencing that Vision?

Her hands went to her heart, feeling it beat a mile a minute.

'I want that. Even if it means facing all those challenges, the positives far outweigh the negatives,' she thought, clenching her yukata. 'And...I couldn't help but fall for him.'

With a determined expression, she grabbed a long jacket to cover herself, planning only to show it to him, before stepping out of the dorms.

Meanwhile, Izuku walked toward The Crowley and headed up to his room. "I shouldn't neglect my sword training just because Ochaco isn't here to train with me, right, X?"

'I was wondering when you'd stop wallowing in self-pity.'

'Thanks, buddy,' he sarcastically replied to the sword.

'You know, most guys with an entire harem at their disposal would be happy to see the back of their wife.'

'I love seeing her back; that's an amazing ass. And her front too, for that matter. She's got the most amazing body. It's not seeing her at all that's getting me down.'

'Forget I asked, then. Ready to go?'

'Sure.'

He went down the stairs, only to be greeted by Midnight. "Izuku. Done sulking?"

"I'm not sulking," he retorted, his arms crossed, and his eyes closed.

She shrugged, unconvinced, "As you say. You look ready for war. Anyone in particular you plan to stab to death today?"

"Nah, just heading down the Lake to train and trying to control his Mantle. Watching Ochaco with Secace made me realize how far I have to go in comparison," he explained.

"Sounds like hard work. Not to mention sweaty and dirty. Enjoy."

"Thanks, Nemuri."

He went through the Portal in the basement, making his way to the Gate while killing half a dozen Defilers along the way. He was surprised to hear it say, "Welcome, Promised One. Your Companion waits within."

"What Companion?" he asked, only to be met with silence. "I swear, at some point, I'm going to find that thing's manual and reprogram it."

'Maybe Ochaco's waiting for you inside?'

'We know that's not happening, X,' he sighed. 'Let's go."

He walked through the Gate, into the Lake where he was greeted by Momo.

Izuku's gaze was fixed on her, unable to look away. She sat by the water, her red cherry blossom kimono damp and clinging to her body, revealing more than it concealed. The fabric had slipped off both shoulders, barely covering her breasts and offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Her blue and white obi sash was loosely tied, accentuating her waist and the curves of her hips.

The kimono was short, exposing her long, bare legs glistening with droplets of water. Izuku's heart pounded as he took in her sparkling eyes, flushed cheeks, and lips parted in a soft, inviting smile. She looked incredibly sexy—a captivating blend of innocence and allure that made his pulse race.

"Woof!" he blurted out, his brain short-circuiting.

Momo blushed, her face turning bright pink as she giggled. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, nothing. I like your dress—very...airy," he said as his brain caught up with his mouth.

"I don't think I've ever been more mortified. It feels like it'll fall off at any moment," she said, hugging herself to keep the fabric in place, resulting in her chest being squeezed further. "Some ideas seem better on paper."

"It looks amazing on you. And you look amazing in it," he said, making her blush deeper.

"I...have seen it in my Visions. When I...when I was with you for the first time. But seeing it and wearing it are very different things," she readjusted her clothes again.

"How did you know I'd be here?"

This caused her to look at him strangely. "I am a Seer, Izuku. Even if my abilities are not what they once were."

"Makes sense, I guess," he chuckled, scratching his cheek. "You want some help?"

She looked down at her clothes and then back up at him, feeling heat rush to her face. She let out a breath before gulping and sat on even ground. Looking at him again, she said, "I am ready, Danna-sama. Ready to give myself to you. Make me your Chosen."

"Wait, what?"

"Now that you can draw on the Mantle of the Once and Future King, you are no longer limited to only a single Chosen," she clarified. "I offer myself and all that I have—all that I am...to you."

"Are you sure?"

"It is meant to be. Take me and make me yours," she smiled, her heart racing in her chest.

"Not that I won't say it sounds tempting, but we can't do it here."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm pretty sure I need a summoning circle to form the bond. The only one I know is down in DGN1, at UA basement."

Her facial features froze. "In the basement? I'm going to lose my virginity on the stone floor of a dungeon meant for poledancers soliciting monsters?" She frowned at him. "Gods help me."

"Well, I don't think you'd be losing your virginity."

She stood up feeling it was at least a little promising. "Really?"

"Yeah; I think I have to use...well...the rear entrance, as it were. So you'd still be a virgin, technically."

It took her a few seconds to process what she heard, "The rea—Anal? You are intending for my first sexual experience to be you fucking my ass on the grimy stone floor of the dungeon?" her voice raising with every word, her eyes narrowing into a glare, her fists clenched.

"Look, Yaoyorozu. I didn't make the rules. Besides, you could just create a bed with your Quirk, right? I'd be more than happy to try something else; it's just the only time I know it's happened was like that. We could try it here first, if you want?"

"What do you mean try? Surely you know how to make a Chosen. Mina is proof of that."

"Yeah, well. I wasn't really in the driver's seat in that one. Someone else took control, and I kinda...came along for the ride."

"And who is this...someone?"

"I think it was...me?"

"You are not making sense at this point."

"It was an older me. Older. Colder."

"You are not making this sound any better, Izuku. And for the love of God, start calling me by my name already. You call the others' names just fine," she huffed, crossing her arms.

"Right. Sorry about that, Momo. I'm pretty sure I remember how to do it," Izuku told her, digging himself further.

"You are pretty sure? So, your plan is to just repeatedly ravage my rear until you somehow stumble upon how to make a Chosen?"

"I guess? I mean, it doesn't have to be a bad experience. We can always enjoy ourselves as we work it out."

Her face turned red but for different reasons than before. "You...You...asshole!" she shouted as tears gathered in her eyes. "I would rather die than go through that—and watch the whole world burn! Go fuck the wolf girl if you need someone to experiment on; I'm sure she'd like it like a bitch in heat!"

"Wait—Itsuka?" He hadn't expected that; in fact, he barely considered the idea after that time at the beach.

"You're truly as blind as you are perverted! Of course we are supposed to be your Chosen now that you have the Power to keep us! But if you intend to experiment with anal violation—you can do it on her!" She started walking away. "I don't want to hear from you until either you're certain or dead! Goodbye!"

"Wait, Yao-Momo!"

"And stop calling me Yaoyorozu, you jerk!" she shouted as her voice cracked and tears began pouring down.

She left him there, standing dumbfounded. He scratched his head, feeling guilty.

'Hey, boss,' X called out, barely able to contain his laughter. 'Did I ever compliment you on how smooth you are with women?'

'Fuck off, X.'

'Because if I did, I take it back. That was an amazing trainwreck. I haven't had that much fun since Alexander's second wife discovered him with her favorite filly.'

'Is it too late to stick you back in the stone?' he sighed.

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