Izuku was on his way to his classes when he met Midnight, sipping coffee in the Commons room. "Good morning, Izuku. You've got a delivery."
"That's curious. What was it?" He didn't remember ordering anything so this raised his brows.
Midnight pulled out a letter, "Sealed letter from the Embassy. With the genuine Pendragon seal on it, in fact."
"From Ochaco?" He dashed instantly, snatching the letter. Then he looked at Midnight, "Did you read it before me?"
"Not possible. It's keyed to you. Certainly addressed to you, and someone placed a spell of some kind on it."
"What do you mean?"
"The seal's got energy locked up in it. If the wrong person tries to open it, poof," she snapped her fingers.
"Poof?"
"Well, not a big one. Just enough to incinerate a letter, maybe give the thief some first degree burns."
"That's useful," he mused, looking at the letter. "Can I use it?"
"It's Enchanter magic, so most definitely not for you. Try mastering your control in a few dozen millennia, maybe. Even I'd shudder to imagine what you'd consider appropriate amounts of energy, anyway. Likely equivalent to attaching the world's supply of nukes to a single letter."
He shrugged. "Possibly. Do I need to do something special, or will the spell recognize me?"
She approached him, looking at the letter from behind. "It's keyed to your aura. You should just be able to break the seal."
"It's a personal letter from my wife, Nemuri. What if it had something intimate in it?"
"Even better. Hopefully she sent some nudes. Hurry up and open it."
"No. Just wait for a few minutes."
Izuku exited the building and jumped to his room's window. It wasn't locked unless he's got someone coming over. More convenient that way. He opened the window and entered his room, careful not to make noises as Eri was still asleep, hugging the bunny plushie he bought for her.
He smiled at the display. She was so innocent. "Papa, don't be mad," she mumbled in her sleep. "Have my chocolates..."
The letter was quite thin, likely just a single sheet of paper. He broke the seal and found a note. It was Ochaco's handwriting.
"Dear Izuku. It is not always possible to write what one would wish, and it is increasingly becoming clear that even with the best security systems available, private correspondence may well be intercepted."
Izuku clenched his fist and his jaws tightened. 'She didn't trust the mail system. I should've just come with her,' he thought.
"You had an interesting insight into the Line of Succession the day my father passed away. I was unable to verify it at the time, but now I am certain you are correct."
'Arcus? Got to be.'
"I shall be participating in the upcoming Provisional Exams and shall be arrive the evening before said event to ensure being well-rested. Perhaps we could meet up for dinner at that nice little restaurant we dined at before. I shall be looking forward to meeting you. Kind Regards, Ochaco Pendragon."
Izuku could feel his head throbbing from reading the letter, and the amount of things he had to sort out in his head.
First was that Ochaco would be visiting, which was a great news.
Second was that she would be arriving on the evening before the exams, and they would meet up the day before the exam.
Third, and the worst, she couldn't trust her own mail system to deliver it safely. Every word made him consider simply barging into the place and bash some heads.
Izuku jumped down the window. As he landed, Midnight's voice called out. "Finished looking at your wife's home made porn pictures for you already? I thought you last longer than that."
"Psht. I wish. She was terrified that the letter would fall into the wrong hands. Despite the diplomatic letter, seal, and the spell."
Midnight's smile turned upside-down. "Ah. Court Politics are...tangled. And Erec's reliance on the Noble Clans is going to take time to undo. Time, and patience, Izuku," she put her hand on his chest. "Not Evoker might. Not unless you're willing to start a war."
Izuku scowled, "War is my Destiny, Nemuri. I was created for it. I thought you, of all people, knew that."
"Do try not to break anything important, Izuku. The Court is more than the Noble Clans, and you'll need it if you are to fight the Outsiders."
"That largely depends on them," he stated flatly. "Anyway, I'd better go to class, I'll be late as it is."
Izuku's steps were heavier and his fists were clenched. The more his thoughts drifted back to the letter, the more he felt like the whole situation was wrong. "She's alone there, carrying my child. Surrounded by possible traitors," he muttered, his voice dark and heavy. "Not to mention the Cult Necromancers. I can only imagine what they're up to."
His fists turned white, as it drew his ichor blood, only to be healed again. "It's my fault. I should've gone with her."
'Maybe I should.'
His steps hurried. Izuku's knowledge about was limited so he needed someone's wisdom on it. Arriving at the class, he saw Nana and Booker already present. 'Perfect.'
"There ye are, Izuku. Not like you to be late for class," Nana greeted.
"Hello, Nana," he greeted before turning to the professor. "Booker, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, lad. About?"
"Ochaco sent me a letter today. It was sealed and warded, but she still wrote as if to a casual acquaintance."
"And that makes ye itchy?"
Izuku was walking back-and-forth. "It was as if she expected someone to open it. Or at least wanted a fallback if they did."
"Aye. Her problems with the Noble Clans, and the embassy is riddled with their sons. Wards can be bypassed, though not easily. Safer to say nothing yer not happy for your political opponents to find."
"I just..."
"...Have a burning desire to go there and start knocking heads together until they obey?"
"Yes. Somewhat."
"Evokers make bad rulers. Great leaders, frequently, but the politics and bureaucracy that grease the wheels of civilization tend to frustrate us," the redhead said. "At some point, it's all too tempting to fix a cog that's gotten stuck by taking a sledgehammer to it."
"Sometimes, a sledgehammer is needed," Izuku argued. "You're saying saying I need to just let them continue to harass her?"
"There's an asymetry of of information. What do you know of the Noble Clans don't?"
Izuku thought for a second, the stress was making it hard for him to think. Eventually, he said, "That she's married to me?"
Booker smiled, "Indeed. They see her as an inexperienced Queen, inheriting from a father who was magically gifted but politically weak. One without strong allies. A political match for an ambitious future consort, or even someone wanting to become King."
The God scowled, "They are wrong. Fatally so."
"Indeed. Nobody wants to pick a fight with something like your Knights of the Lake, even without including you, The Winter King. So, things will die down naturally. They'll grumble, but comply. When does your wife intend to announce it?"
"Her birthday. December 27th."
"Well. That's gonna be an unpleasant holiday gift for some. Bring in your Companions along for that. In case someone decides to get uppity."
"I intend to."
Booker clapped his hands, "Good. Any other questions?"
"No. I'll keep myself in check. For now." Izuku sat beside Nana.
"Okay, let's see," Booker looked around. "We've got a few topics we could discuss. There are control exercises I could teach you, some theory about the Sparks, or some tips on leading your allies in combat. What do you prefer?"
The class continued as Booker taught the two Evokers. Izuku found Booker to be a fascinating speaker, and the time passed quickly. All too soon, the lesson was over.
"Thanks, Professor. Really useful," Izuku stood up.
"Aye, I'm glad ye're back, Prof," Nana told him, stretching her arms as Izuku looked at her. "'Like what ye see'?" she teased.
Izuku laughed, "We're really running that line to the ground, are we?"
"Eh. If it works, it works."
Booker looked at the two students, smiling. "Alright. Same time next week?"
"Yes, professor. Thanks again," he said as the Evoker teacher walked out, leaving the two of them alone.
"So...new Chosen, huh?"
Izuku looked at her, surprised. "What do you mean?"
"Did ye really think making Itsuka a Chosen would fly past my radar? Ye trying to keeping it a secret?"
"Well, not secret. I just figured Ochaco should know about it first, at least."
Nana let out a short laugh, "Dinner table conversation must be fascinating between the two of you. "Hi, honey. I just had a freaky sex with a werewolf, and picked up another Chosen. How was your day?"
"I think she'll be fine. Fine-ish. She knew something was up with Momo, and didn't seem to mind. Knowing her, she'd already knew about Itsuka eventually, too."
"If ye were my husband, the only thing I'd mind about was not getting to watch," she grinned.
"So long as the girl's fine with it, I suppose," he said. "Though I don't think Ochaco thinks the same way."
"She visited the gym, trying to regain control. When we tried sparring, the woman threw me to the next city block."
"You okay?"
"Evokers are tough. Though Uncle wasn't happy replacing the wall she broke."
"So they've forgiven you?"
"Something like that. They're family, like. We enjoy a good scrap, but at the end of the day, we get drunk and hug it out."
"And Eindridi?"
She scowled, "He ain't family. Just someone that used to screw Gran. Fuck'im!"
"He'll get what's coming."
"Anyway, these days, I spend most of my time in gym," she stood up. "Which reminds me, I need to do my workout. Come join me when you have time, alright? It'd be fun."
"I'll think about it," he smiled.
"Alright," Nana smiled, patting him on the shoulder, before leaving.
Izuku continued to take his next classes. He was barely able to concentrate during them as he was filled with worry for Ochaco. He tried to distract himself by immersing himself in his journal didn't help as much as he hoped to. In the evening, he watched a couple of movies with Eri and the girls. He knew what they were doing, and were thankful for them. In the end, he allowed himself to sleep. His date with Ochaco was tomorrow.
Thus, Izuku woke up, trained his swordsmanship along with Eri, and attended class. His fingers tapping the table as he waited for the school day to end.
The bell rang and a blur of green dashed outside. Izuku's heart was still racing from Midnight's earlier conversation as he made his way to his room. There, sitting on his bed, was a pristine package wrapped in brown paper. His hands trembled slightly as he read the note attached:
"Wear this, Izuku. It will make Ochaco happy - Aunt Nemuri."
The paper crinkled softly as he opened it, revealing the carefully folded clothing inside. Izuku wasn't convinced, but he put it on anyway.
Half a minute later, he stood before the mirror, afternoon sunlight streaming through his window. He adjusted his waistcoat, the dark fabric creating a stark contrast against his crisp white shirt. He rolled up his sleeves, giving his formal attire a more casual edge that suited the warm afternoon. The fabric was higher quality than he was used to.
He couldn't help but feel he looked like a bartender. Technically, he was one, but that was hardly the impression one wanted to give their date. His fingers brushed against the smooth buttons of the waistcoat as he considered changing. But if Midnight told him Ochaco would like it, he was inclined to believe it. 'She's likely also offering it as some kind of peace offering for Ochaco,' he thought.
"Papa, you're going out?" Eri called out, stepping out of the bathroom.
"Yes, Little Snowball. I'm going on a date with Mama," he answered, sitting down.
She hugged Izuku, who then hugged her back. "Good luck, Papa. I miss Mama too," she told him, burying her face on his chest.
"Thanks, Eri," he kissed her on the forehead, and gently brushed his hand on her hair.
"I'll see you later, okay?"
She nodded her head.
He stood up and walked towards the door.
"Take care, Papa!"
"I will, Little Snowball," he smiled, before closing the door behind him.
Not wanting to crease the suit, he went down the elevator this time, where he saw Midnight arranging some flowers on the table.
"Didn't take you as the type to do those," he commented.
"What do you take me for? I used to do these back in the day. You learn to take pleasure in the most basic things, or you wither in apathy," she answered before turning back to him. She gave an appreciative look, before continuing with a smile, "Very nice, Izuku. It does remind me of your father, in some ways. Perhaps you had already changed, and your usual clothes helped hide it from casual observations."
"What was the supposed to mean? Anyway, I don't wanna be late for this. I'll see you later, Nemuri."
"Have a fun date, Izuku. I'll see you later."
Izuku left, heading towards the train station towards Chojiya. When he got to his platform, he made his way to the restaurant as the sun was going down. As he waited, he checked his phone for news.
The sound of footsteps caught his attention. It sounded like a pair of heels, but it wasn't as high-pitched as other women's heels. He looked up and saw the person, and his eyes widened as he couldn't help but stare.
Ochaco stood there in a striking ensemble - a fitted dress in deep red and black that perfectly balanced elegance with boldness. The geometric patterns of the bodice drew his eye upward to her face, where her usual bright smile carried a new self-assurance that took his breath away. Her brown hair framed her face perfectly, and there was something about how she carried herself - head held high even as her eyes softened upon seeing him - that made his heart skip a beat. She looked every inch a queen, yet somehow entirely, wonderfully Ochaco.
"I missed you," she said simply, closing the distance between them. "You look very handsome, My Love."
The carefully prepared greeting he'd planned vanished from his mind. All he could think was how desperately he'd needed to see her, how right it felt to have her here again. The world narrowed down to just this moment, just her.
"I love you," he smiled as he whispered, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, then gently cupping her face in his hands. He was struck, not for the first time, by how small and delicate her frame was compared to his. "And you're absolutely gorgeous, Ochaco."
"And I, you," she answered, leaning into his touch. She rested her hands on his chest, feeling his body through his shirt, eyes closed. "Thank you, My Heart. I needed cheering up. Who better to do it than my handsome husband?"
His face turned worried, "Is everything okay?"
She let out a long sigh. "Just...politics. The Clans are manoeuvring for power, and under my Father's rule he ceded far too much control of the day to day activities to them."
"Is there anything I can help you?"
She pressed her hands against his on her face, as if trying to draw strength. "You can join me for dinner, My Heart. The bureaucracy is resisting, but in the end, they will come to heel. Though once we stabilise things, we will have to prune the machinery rather severely. At the Embassy, certainly. Possibly also the interior ministry."
His brows rose, "That bad, huh?"
"The Round Table is a neglected mess; we will need to rebuild it from the ground up. My old magic tutor, Lord Anton, is still there. As is William, the Castellan. Apart from them, it stands empty."
"Anyone else we should look for?"
"Our Swordmaster, Lord Matthew, left after my last birthday. And the head of the Army, Lord Morris, resigned in disgrace after scattering my late and unmourned ex-fiancé across the duelling grounds."
"Sounds like we should give him a medal," he joked, trying to cheer her up.
It worked. She smiled at him, the warmth returning to her eyes. "My thoughts exactly," she said, but her stare hardened. "Apart from that, the scions of the Noble Clans have insinuated themselves into too many places. If your Father is correct, and the Cult is recruiting, that has some worrying inferences."
"So. We clean house, once you can formally introduce me."
"Indeed, My Heart. But enough politics for tonight." This time, she cupped his face, her soft gaze not unlike how he'd looked at her. "I just want to spend a date with my husband, and forget the schemes of the Court for a night. I've missed you, My Love. Truly."
"I love you," was the only answer he could think of. "Come on. I've got us a table."
She slid her hand into his, and they headed inside. The maitre d' led them through the restaurant. They walked between the tables, Ochaco feeling his grip tighten and loosen as they went.
They entered a private section, where a single table was laid for two. The soft lighting from wall sconces cast a warm glow, making the polished silverware gleam. Their table sat apart from the main dining room, the distant murmur of other diners creating an intimate atmosphere.
Their eyes stayed glued to each other, despite the waiters moving around them, preparing their table. Neither truly expected the emotions they'd felt, and their meeting had only deepened the feelings.
"So," Ochaco started. "While I wrestled the ever growing Hydra at the Court, what have you been up to, My Love?"
Then his eyes darted around. Emotions of guilt, nervousness, and regret were written all over his face. She was nervous for a moment until he spoke, "I...err...acquired another Chosen. Itsuka."
She giggled. "And by acquired, I take it you mean sodomised?"
"Y-Yeah...Kinda."
She shrugged. "Well, at least you now know it is possible to replicate. Do you have plans to do the same to the other girls?"
"I'm unsure about that. Wait...you're okay? I mean, with me making another Chosen?"
"Your Father had three. Four, if you count Nimue. I hardly expected you to just settle for Mina. Hopefully, you washed any body-parts involved afterwards."
"I'm sorry, Ochaco."
Her hands reached to his. "Do not be, My Heart. This, too, is part of who you are. And over time, I've grown to like Mina. And Kendo has always been loyal and protective of you. Even though we rarely spoke, I know she is a good person."
"Thank you. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you."
"And I am lucky to have you, My Heart. Do not worry about these things. That which cannot be changed, must be endured. How did becoming a Chosen change her?"
"It made her stronger. Much stronger. I had to explain to Nezu why there's a miles-deep chasm after she stood up a little too hard."
"So a physical manifestation. Likely it also came with increased stamina and toughness. Not that a werewolf is short of those at the best of times. A truly terrifying champion for my warlike husband."
"She also seemed...calmer. Like she's at peace with herself."
"Fascinating. I always found her to be tense."
"Really?"
"Indeed. She had an air about her exuding self-control. Playing a role. Trust me, My Heart...I would know."
"Mina...changed...after becoming Chosen. Do you think it's the same for the others?"
"It does sound that way. I hope becoming a Chosen has helped Kendo find peace, as finding you helped me find peace with myself. Is there anything else I should know?"
"I...screwed up with Momo."
Her brows shot up. "Did you now, dearest? And just how did you manage to do that?"
"You know she could See herself being my Chosen, right?"
"Yes, I was aware. I take it you approached her about it while I was gone?"
"No. She came to me, actually. While I was at the Glade."
"And? Stop dancing around the matter, My Heart. I have already agreed that this is inevitable and at some point you would have sex with her. There is nothing to forgive here."
"Well, I didn't actually have sex with her. And now she's refusing to talk to me."
"How on earth did you manage to traumatise the poor girl so badly?" she asked, tilting her head. "Did you try something weird?"
"Well, when she found out how Chosen are created, she became quite...upset. Especially since she's still a virgin."
"So...and let me clarify, you suggested her first time being intimate with a man should be rough anal sex?"
"In DGN1, yeah. She took it quite badly."
"Poor girl," Ochaco mused, sipping her wine. "And now she is refusing to talk to you?"
"Yeah. She's not even answering her phone."
"Poor husband, as well. Block and denied."
"I think...I think she was hoping for a date. Romance."
"Not an unreasonable request from a young virgin to the man she will give herself to, My Heart. You certainly would not have won me over by suggesting sodomy on the first date."
He sighed. "No. You're right. I've been approaching this badly."
"Let me resolve this, Dearest Knight. Much like with the girls' date, it looks like the job of being married to you will involve ensuring you do not neglect your poor Chosen. Or those destined to be Chosen."
"You're the best wife ever."
She chuckled at that. "I am aware of that, dearest. And I expect to be pampered accordingly, once we get back to your room," she told him. "How was the Little Snowball?"
"Oh, she made a new friend, Kota. He visits sometimes to play," Izuku answered.
"A new friend? That is lovely."
"He's a nice boy. He was going through some things so it was a rough start, but he's a sweet kid, despite him hiding it under the surface."
"That is wonderful to hear. It is good for her to have someone her age as a friend."
"Yeah."
"We should start ordering our meal, My Heart, before the poor waiter has an aneurysm. He's been standing in the shadows,for an awfully long time now."
Izuku and Ochaco ate their dinner in their private section, the soft clink of silverware and distant conversations creating an intimate atmosphere around them. Steam rose gently from their dishes as they talked about Eri, sharing smiles over her adventures with Kota. Their conversation flowed naturally between topics - their classes, other students, the small moments they'd missed in each other's lives. The candlelight cast warm shadows across their table, making the moment feel separate from the worries waiting outside.
The night grew older, and Izuku offered to pay the bill but Ochaco told him, "You already dealt with it, dear. The finances of the Crown belong to both of us. Or did you forget you are the King of the Court in Exile? The Noble Clans might not realise it yet, but in all ways that matter, you are their Ruler."
"Considering the trouble you're having, why don't I just come back with you? They can't bitch and moan worse than they already do, and I would love to be there with you."
"Soon, My Heart. Soon the two of us will be together. A mere few more weeks."
"It seems too long."
"And we do have tonight together. Shall we go?"
"Sure."
They left the restaurant, walking together and holding hands. They made their way to a nearby park, talking as they did. The sun had set, but the light pollution from the city ensured there was plenty of light for them.
As they took a shortcut in an alleyway, a gust of wind blew, in front of them was Matthew kneeling, his fist on his chest, and his head bowed.
"Your Highness. Izuku. I apologize for the intrusion, but I need a word with you away from prying eyes," the man said, his voice was grave.
Izuku's eyes narrowed, seeing the knight's stance, his seriousness. "Hi, Matthew. What is it?"
"The Paths are home to a...community, I should call it. Of societal misfits and dispossessed. A Brotherhood of the Paths, if you will," he started.
Unsure of where the Fae was going with this, but Izuku decided to go with the flow. "Did you include yourself in that?"
"How could I not? I failed my Oaths. But I am not here to talk about my own failures. I need to warn Her Highness; someone is recruiting from the Brotherhood. Mercenaries."
"Who?" Izuku's voice turned grave. That wasn't a news he wanted to hear.
Matthew shook his head. "I do not know. But the fact that they have kept away from me likely means they know I would gut anyone who tried. And that means it is either directed at Tír na nÓg or at the Throne in Exile."
"But why mercenaries?"
"For someone unwilling or unable to fight themselves, I would assume. A catspaw for the Fae, or as muscle for the human nobles. Either way, it is trouble brewing for the Young Mistress; hers is a young rule, and untested."
Izuku scratched his hair, his teeth bared. "God damnit. Okay, that does it...Ochaco, I am coming back with you."
"Are they mobilising yet, Lord Swordsmaster? Is this an immediate problem, or one for the future?" she asked, her voice was calm.
"Why does that matter?" Izuku groaned.
"Because I need to know if this is a coup, or something else. If they are waiting, what are they waiting for? Who are they waiting for?"
"They'll be hard at work pushing daisies when I find them. All this Power should be good for something."
"And if they are working for the Cult?" she asked her husband. "We need to draw them out and having them unable to speak does not achieve that," she told Izuku before turning back to Matthew. "I need you to find out who is behind this. Quietly."
"I'll let Itsuka and Mina know. We'll come with you. Nana and the rest can be on standby," Izuku told her.
"No, My Love. We will lure them out in the open before we strike. And you and your Chosen need to be our ace in the hole. What is our timeline, Matthew?"
"Ochaco..."
"Not immediate. They're waiting for some kind of signal. One Pathbrother said it was going to be the biggest event in hundreds of years."
"The Outsiders," Izuku realized. "It's going to be the Cult. Gods damn."
"Perhaps. Their arrival would certainly be hard to avoid seeing. Or it could be something else. Matthew, I need you to find me names. Contact points. We need a loose end to start unravelling this conspiracy. Something Izuku and the Knights of the Lake can track down."
"And in the meanwhile, who protects you? Take Itsuka, at the very least. She can draw from me if she needs to. And she'd look like a normal bodyguard until she starts tossing their castles to space."
Ochaco shook her head. "Unlike Matthew, Lord Morris only retired to his estates; I can call him back to Court quickly. He may not be as powerful as you or Shimura, but he is still an Evoker with nearly half a century of experience. And he knows the landscape of the Court; bringing him should not alert anyone."
"Are you certain, Ochaco? I don't want you in danger. Remember, this isn't just about you anymore."
"I am certain, My Heart. We need to lance this boil, not just drive it back into hiding," her hand moved to her belly. "Matthew, find me a trail. Then we shall release the hounds on them."
"I'm sure Itsuka wouldn't mind that."
"Be safe, Matthew. We shall see you later," Ochaco finished, dismissing the Fae.
They continued their silent walk. But unlike last time, there was certain tension around them.
Ochaco couldn't help but break the silence. "You are silent, My Heart. Do you disapprove of my actions?"
"Yes. You have signs of rebellion and treason. Momo or Mina could probably ferret out who's behind it. After which, I'll bring down the sword."
"We have signs, not proof. It does not need to stand up in Court, but at the very least it needs to be able to sit up next to the chopping block. High Treason has no other punishment than death, and the Noble Clans will not be happy to see any of their own meet the headsman."
"Good. If they're plotting against you, they deserve nothing less."
She leaned her head on him. "My dear, bloodthirsty, husband. You might be getting influenced by Himiko Toga," she joked. "Do not let anger cloud your eyes."
"If they threaten you, or Eri, or Arcus, they will die. There is no other reward for treason."
"Formal procedures are important, Izuku, or we will all descend into barbarism."
"They're hiring mercenaries to foment a bloody coup. I'd say barbarism has already arrived, and now it's more a matter of reinstating civilization."
"The Outsiders are coming, My Heart. Like the Cult, they thrive on Chaos. On death. On madness. Things will become worse before they become better. But we can never allow ourselves to be reduced to their level."
"So we're just going to let them go?"
Ochaco's gaze turned sharp, her voice getting colder, if not frustrated. "No, dear. We will find them. Expose them. Convict them. And finally, execute them. But we will do it the civilized way, because we are not barbarians. Now, I have only this one night with my husband and just a little tomorrow; could we dispose of this talk of vengeance and death, and focus on the two of us?"
He sighed. "Of course, Ochaco. I'm sorry. It's just..."
"You worry for me, My Heart. I know. But I am hardly defenseless. You were right, I have crossed the threshold to being a Power. How, I do not know...I am at least a hundred years too early. My Powers have grown to the point they scare my tutors."
Eventually, they arrive at The Crowley, as if their feet were being pulled towards their destination and they went up the stairs.
"You mentioned something about the succession, in your letters?"
"Indeed? Arcus...I could feel his Spark myself, finally. Lord Anton helped me shield him. While I may have far more brute power than him, I still lack his skill and technique."
He opened the door for her. "So he knows?" he said as they entered the room.
"That I am pregnant? There is no easy way to hide that while asking him to help shield the other Spark within me, dear. And he knew about you before, remember; he was the one who helped detect the spell between us."
"Is the spell still there?"
"Yes. I assume whatever its purpose was, it is still not done."
"It binds the two of us together. Across space and time...and through it, I will eventually find my way...home. To you."
The faint traces of his memory, of the ceremony yet to happen, came back to the surface.
"And if you are lost, through it I will find you, My Heart. No matter where you are, I will help you find your way back...to me."
"Forever."
"Forever."
LEMON START
Izuku closed the door, and Ochaco grabbed Izuku's to the bathroom. Her hands running through his hair as her lips pressed against his, their kiss passionate and filled with hunger. After a few more moments, they broke off the kiss. "I have been wanting to do that since I saw you tonight, Izuku."
"What a coincidence. I'm the same," he replied, matching her smile.
"Indeed it is," she turned her back to him, "Care to undress me?"
Izuku's grin was wide and toothy. "Gladly." His hands ran through her skin, undoing her dress. The garment fell to the floor, revealing her body to him. He kissed her neck, his hands running across her smooth skin as he slid her underwear down, revealing her pussy. She shuddered as he reached down, gently massaging her clitoris.
"I am all yours, My Love," Ochaco gasped, her eyes closed as his fingers caressing her, her body melting under his touch.
He continued kissing her, his lips and tongue dancing over her bare skin. She let out a soft sigh, her hands reaching behind her, pulling him close, feeling his warmth and strength.
She giggled, "I love this, My Heart. But we should do this on our bed." She turned around and reached out, unbuttoning his vest one button at a time, before doing the same with his shirt. "I have missed you."
"Likewise," he breathed against her skin.
She unbuckled his belt, her hands sliding his trousers down, and revealing his cock. She let out an excited giggle. "And the rest of you."
Izuku grabbed her hand, his eyes that of a hungry beast. She smiled, the passion in his gaze made her feel desired by him. It made her feel she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And she made sure to let him know about it. "I love seeing you watching me, Izuku. I like you staring at me, admiring me. Like a thousand butterflies in my stomach."
Her index finger traced his lips. "We should probably shower for now. I want this to serve as our wedding night. It would not do if I get exhausted in a bathroom, right?"
"As my Queen commands."
"My King is quite a gentleman, as well," she whispered, leaning closer and giving him a peck on the cheek.
They entered the shower, and stood there under the hot spray of water. Her back was pressed against his stomach, and her breasts were being caressed and fondled. Her body was covered in soap suds, her skin glistening as she was washed clean by his hands.
Ochaco couldn't resist letting out a soft moan. His hands were moving lower, caressing her belly, and her hips, and her inner thighs. He kissed her neck, his lips sending shivers down her spine.
He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them. She sighed, "Oh, gods. Your hands feel so good on me, My Love. Do not stop."
His hands massaged her nipples as her breathing quickened, her eyes fluttering shut. "Gods, yes. Touch me."
Against his chest she leaned, head tilted back in pleasure. While his hands continued their attention to her nipples, they ventured lower, thumbs finding her clitoris.
Ochaco's knees began to tremble, her breaths becoming louder and more intense until she let out a sharp cry. She leaned forward, resting her palms against the shower wall. Her knees weak, and her entire body quivered, as if her legs might give way at any moment.
Izuku's hands kept moving, his fingers sliding in and out of her, and her back arched, her head thrown back as her body tensed.
He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. "Come for me, Ochaco."
His words were met with a sharp intake of breath. His hands firmly kneaded her buttocks, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh, while his lips sucked and nibbled at the tips of her ears.
Ochaco was panting, her eyes fluttering shut, and her knees threatening to buckle. She could feel his hardness pressed against her lower back.
"I told you I do not want to be exhausted before we get to bed, My Love," she playfully pouted, trying to regain her breath.
"You're the one who told me not to stop," he smirked, his hands not leaving her ass.
"Well, I changed my mind. It is not like I can go against my King's desires, can I?" she giggled, before turning off the shower. She took a towel, and started drying his body. She could feel his lustful gaze as she rubbed the towel across his skin.
But before Ochaco could cover herself up, he grabbed her hand. She looked at him and grinned, "Are you not impatient, My King."
"You have no idea," he growled.
"We have all night to ourselves. It is not like the License Exam tomorrow would prove to be a challenge, even if either of us were lacking sleep."
They walked towards the bed, moonlight spilling through the window and casting soft shadows across the bed. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on their shower-warmed skin.
Izuku sat on the edge of the bed as Ochaco's hands pressed against his thigh before she knelt on the bad. Her hand ran along his dick, moving from the base to the tip, and then back again. Eventually, she positioned herself between his legs, her tongue running up from his balls to his head.
She gave him a playful smile before opening her mouth, taking his tip in, and her hand stroking his length. She moved her head, taking more and more of him into her mouth, and his breathing grew heavier, his eyes glued to her, his hand running through her hair.
Ochaco sucked harder, her head moving rhythmically as her cheeks hollowed. She looked up at him, their eyes locking, and a soft sound escaped her lips, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
His grip on her hair tightened as he let out a low groan, his hips bucking and his eyes squeezed shut.
She kept sucking, her tongue running along his shaft as his head go in and out of her throat. Her hands squeezed and massaged his balls, her head bobbing faster and faster.
His body tensed under her touch, his muscles clenching, and his breathing growing ragged.
He groaned as his hot cum filling her mouth. With effort, she managed to swallow. She released his manhood, a string of saliva connecting his tip to her lips. The smell of his member mixed with her saliva, making her mouth water, and she licked her lips, the taste of him lingering. She then showed her mouth to him.
Izuku's eyes widened as his excitement from watching her only increased. He was panting. "That was...wow. You're so good at this."
She laughed, her voice was playful and seductive. "It was thanks to the cucumbers, My Heart. I am sure the kitchen staff were quite confused with my requests, but I wanted to practice for you Did you enjoy it?"
"Absolutely. Now it's my turn to return the favor."
He leaned forward, and his hands grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, his lips meeting hers. They kissed for a moment, their tongues dancing, before he laid her down.
His lips traveled down slowly, each kiss lingering longer than the last. She shivered as his breath brushed against her collarbone, her skin tingling with anticipation. His mouth hovered over her breast, close enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath, prompting her to arch slightly in search of contact. When his tongue finally flicked across her nipple, she let out a sound of relief.
Izuku always loved everything about her. Her personality, her mind, her body, her scent. Even though they had disagreements, at times, he couldn't get enough of how much they complemented each other. It wasn't just their interactions. It was as if his body responded several times more than it should when he was with her, and so did his arousal around her. And her reactions to him. It was a feedback loop of pleasure.
"Mmm, feels so good, My Love. Just like that."
His fingers danced over her nipples, teasing her, while his mouth worked on her other breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. He gently pinched the nipple between his teeth, tugging and sucking. She arched her back, releasing a cry of pleasure as her fingers tangled in his hair.
He could feel her thighs squeezing together, trying to relieve some of the ache building inside her. His hand left her breast, trailing down her belly, sending electricity across her body as his thumb grazed over her clit, and her breath hitched, her body jerking in response.
Her body was flushed, her chest heaving, her skin was damp with sweat. "Kiss me, My Heart," she whimpered, and his lips found hers again, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. She returned the kiss, her tongue dancing with his.
Ochaco always loved everything about him. His bravery, his kindness, his personality, his mind, his scent. The way he uplifts her and with just a glance of him gave her strength and hope for a better future. His touches melted away the stress she built up over the past weeks.
Each breath she took filled her lungs with the smell of his body and hair. She pulled closer to him, her legs wrapping around his, her fingers digging into his shoulder, and her nails scratching his back.
Izuku broke the kiss, and his eyes looked deep into hers. "I love you, Ochaco. More than you can imagine."
"I love you, too, Izuku," she replied, she bit her lip as his fingers sped up, making her hips rock. "So much."
She leaned back, her body trembling as her pleasure grew. Her toes curled, and her breath catch in her throat.
"Come for your husband." His voice sending a jolt through her.
Her body shook. Her breathing grew erratic as her body grew tense. The pressure building, her muscles clenching. Then her mind went blank.
"Izuku!" she screamed. Her orgasm crashed over her. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy coursed through her body. Her limbs jerked, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
His hands moved up her body, cupping her breasts. "You're so beautiful, Ochaco."
He leaned forward, his lips pressing against hers, their tongues dancing together.
Ochaco then felt her legs getting spread as Izuku's weight rested on her. Their bodies pressed against each other, sensing his hard member resting on her entrance.
"Take me, My Love," Ochaco pleaded.
He gradually made his way inside, inch by inch. He stretched her, filling her completely with his hot, thick cock. Her walls were tight, and every sensation sent waves of pleasure through her. A gasp escaped her lips, followed by a long, breathy sound as her back arched, pressing against him. A wave of fulfillment, one she hadn't experienced in far too long, washed over her as he settled into place.
She looked up, and her eyes met his. There was a hunger in them. A need. His body tensed, his muscles rippling, and her own body responded. Her thighs clenched around his waist, her nails dug into his shoulders, and her fingers clutched the back of his neck.
Izuku let out a low groan, almost like a growl, as his eyes locked onto hers. "You feel so amazing."
"So do you, My Heart. So big," she said, her voice trembling.
His mouth was on hers, their tongues dancing, and he tasted her breath, and her sweet, lovely moans. His hands caressed her body, touching her everywhere he could reach, their bodies rubbing against each other. Her nipples were rock hard, and her breasts heavy and full.
He pulled back. Then paused, before slamming his manhood deep inside her, his hips crashing against hers. Sounds of pleasure came from both of them as the creaking of the bed echoed throughout the room, accompanied by the sounds of sheets rustling, lips smacking and skin slapping.
He repeated the action. Each time, she let out a soft sigh, and his hips snapped forward harder.
"You like that?"
"Gods, yes."
He began moving faster, pounding into her. Her body shuddered, her muscles clenching. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her feet pressing against his backside, urging him deeper.
Ochaco was lost in the feeling. In the sensations. His weight on top of her. His strong hands on her hips, gripping her tightly. Her expression was one of rapture. She couldn't help it; she was overwhelmed.
His movements quickened, and his thrusts became even deeper. Her walls tightened around him. Her breaths grew more rapid as she threw her head back in pleasure. "I love you," she whimpered.
He leaned forward, his warm, wet lips covering hers. She tasted him, a mix of salty and sweet. His hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
And he pulsed inside her once more, the sensation of his seed, warmer than ever, spilled inside her. She pushed her face on his shoulder, certain her face was making an embarrassing expression, and she hugged him tighter, followed by a satisfied sigh. Her body trembled, and her toes curled.
"I love you too, Ochaco," he whispered. "So much."
She smiled.
The two laid there, her arms still wrapped around him. After a minute, he gave her another kiss on her neck.
She was still recovering from the intense pleasure, but she couldn't help but giggle. "What is with you and necks?" she giggled.
"You've got a very sexy neck."
"That is a first. I know I joked about Toga influencing you before, but that might be more true than I thought."
She snuggled closer to him, her nose buried in his neck. She closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. "This is nice," she murmured. "Being here with you. Being like this."
He reached up, stroking her hair, and she hummed, enjoying the feel of his fingers running through her locks.
Izuku stared at her.
"What are you looking at, dearest?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips.
"You. I can't imagine what I've done to ever deserve you," he told her as his lips touched hers.
"Perhaps it is merely that we deserved each other?"
"That's a much nicer thought."
"I think so, too," she whispered, her hand brushing his cheek. "Do you want to continue?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"Always," he answered, his hands traveling down her sides, tracing her curves. "I could do this for days."
"Yes, I do, My Pervert," she laughed. The sound of it was making Izuku's heart race. "Do you want to a different position?"
He nodded, sitting up. "Sure."
"You will have to tell me. I barely know anything."
"Okay, trust me on this," he said, guiding her into the lotus position. He sat up, his manhood still inside her, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. With a playful smirk, he watched as she straddled him, settling onto his lap as their eyes locked. He grasped her hips firmly, and they began to move together in a comfortable rhythm, their bodies pressed closely as they embraced the warmth and intimacy of the moment.
Their faces were close, their eyes gazing into each other.
"This is...so wonderful, My Heart. I love the way you feel inside me," she breathed, her voice husky.
He kissed her softly, his lips brushing against hers. Then, he kissed her neck, nibbling at the tender skin. Her pulse quickened under his touch, and her breath grew heavier.
She rocked her hips, grinding against him, and she let out a gasp, her back arching. His fingers tightened on her flesh, and his breathing became ragged.
They continued like this, moving together, their bodies in sync. Her thighs pressed against his hips, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Her body was on fire. Every movement sent shivers through her. She was lost in the sensation, her senses overwhelmed by him. She could feel his skin, firm and warm. She could smell his musk, mingling with the scent of sex and sweat.
"Touch your breasts for me, Ochaco," he growled.
Her hand reached up, cupping her own breast. She squeezed it, massaging it. Her fingers brushed across her nipple, and she moaned, her hips bucking.
She did the same to the other, and then both at the same time, her fingers running over her nipples, and her body shuddering.
Izuku's excitement couldn't get any more, watching her play with her own breasts, and the expressions she was making, combined with her warmth and tightness were pushing him over the edge.
"Oh, gods. Yes. More. Please, Izuku. Please. Please. Please," she pleaded, her voice trembling, her hips rocking against his, and her walls tightening.
"Fuck, Ochaco, you're so sexy," he moaned, his fingers digging into her flesh, his hips snapping forward, driving himself deep inside her. Each one faster than the last.
She screamed, her back arching, her thighs squeezing around his hips. Her body shuddered, her walls clenching around his shaft, and her toes curling as she experienced the strongest orgasm of her life, one after the other. But he wasn't stopping. He kept going, hammering her, her body writhing and spasming beneath him, her head thrown back, her hair disheveled, and her mouth open.
She was in ecstasy, her mind blank, her body tingling, her nerves ablaze. His cock felt huge inside her, stretching her, filling her, pounding her, and her pussy was flooded with his load, causing her to feel another orgasm that dwarfed the last.
"Oh, gods," she whimpered, her hands hammering on him as she couldn't contain the pleasure anymore.
He continued to thrust several more times, before finally stopping. He looked at her expression, tongue sticking out as her spit flowed down from her lips to her chin. Her eyes were rolled back, her eyelids fluttering, and her breaths coming in ragged gasps. If he didn't know better, he wouldn't have guessed she was a Queen of a magical kingdom.
His tongue pressed hers back inside her mouth as they continued to make out for a couple more minutes. He didn't feel much movement, but by her head tilting up to let him do what he wants, and her arms hugging him, he was confident she was enjoying herself, despite being exhausted.
LEMON END
He slowly broke off the kiss. Her face was a mess, but she was smiling, a blissful expression on her face. "Too much?"
She took a few more moments to respond, her eyes opening. "No. I will just have to get used to that level of pleasure. It is quite...overwhelming," she panted. "But I loved it. And we could do it more once our marriage is officially announced. It would look very suspicious if I suddenly needed to use my Quirk constantly to move around," she told him before seeing his expression. "...What is the matter?"
He sighed. "It's just frustrating. All this power and no way to ensure you or Arcus are safe."
"Pray not for an easy life, pray for strength to endure a hard one," she repeated the words she told him when he confessed about Mina before giving him a kiss. "It would seem we have been granted strength. Now we just need to endure. And flourish."
"Just...be safe. Call back Lord Morris. And if you hear anything at all, let me know. We can pretend to be visiting dignitaries, or something."
She laughed. "My Heart, even if you dress in the fanciest of suits, nobody would take you for a dignitary. You move wrong, like a tiger considering who to invite for dinner tonight."
"I'm no tiger, Ochaco. Just a cuddly rabbit," he grinned, earning him a chuckle from her.
They laid together on the bed. "My fierce rabbit, with an aspect of it matching, at least," she giggled on top of him. "But do not delude youself, dearest...by now, anyone used to evaluating the dangerous and powerful will take one look at you and know, if not quite what you are, certainly that you are exceedingly dangerous."
"And how about you?"
"I am somewhat better at dissembling, dearest. You would not last through a session of the Council without being ready to tear my poor Court apart; even by Evoker standards, you could have quite the temper. And more than enough power to back it up."
"I'm not that bad."
"You are not bad at all, My Love. But you care too deeply, and wear your feelings on your sleeve. Watching the Nobles manoeuvre against me would infuriate you. Possibly with disastrous consequence."
Izuku frowned, "That's the reason you're keeping me away, isn't it? That you think I'm a loose cannon?"
Ochaco looked briefly startled but her gaze broke contact with his, "My Love..."
"Be honest with me."
She looked at him before nodding. "In part. One of many, My Heart. The Nobles irritate me; what they would do to you, or to your newly Chosen werewolf...it could all too easily get out of hand."
"Itsuka's been calmer, these days."
She paused for a moment, as if trying to choose her words, "Mina is linked to you, and is far more protective of you than you give her credit for. A Chosen Itsuka would likely see any insult to me as a slight to you; if we are lucky, she would stop after just ripping the offender's limbs off."
"You make me sound like a thug," he chuckled.
"A well-mannered thug, or at least when it came to those he cared about. Mostly you are...we are what we need to be; a return to a more warlike time. But let me try to stabilise my Court without turning it into a warzone first. I know you will eventually bring down your might upon them. But let me make sure we aren't left more vulnerable when you decided to smite them."
"I wouldn't..."
"Perhaps. But why risk it? Do not worry so much, My Heart. I am something far beyond what they bargained for, and they are unaware of you or the Knights of the Lake. Time is on our side, not theirs."
"So what the hell do I do, while you risk yourself among traitors and ingrates?"
"Grow stronger, My Love. And learn to control your Power, if you can. There is a War coming, far greater than any unrest my wayward Nobles can think up." She then shook her head. "But enough politics, My Love. I came here hoping to forget about this, not to spend time revisiting it.:"
"Of course, I'm sorry, Ochaco."
She yawned, "I forgive you, My Love. As always. However I have had a long day and expect an ever longer tomorrow."
"Wanna sleep on my dorm room? Eri misses you."
"Yes, but I am too tired to walk back," she replied.
"I could carry you."
She put her hand on his face. "Thank you, My Love," she whispered and kissed him before standing up and dressing herself.
"Any time, Ochaco."
She spread her arms, and Izuku chuckled before taking her bridal style. She smiled, leaning against him, and closing her eyes. He grabbed his stuff, and they went downstairs.
With care and love, he carried his wife. She was his, and he was hers. No matter how far apart they were, the connection between their hearts would not break.
She was sleeping peacefully, and he couldn't resist kissing her cheek, causing her to smile.
Eventually, they made it there, and he opened the door to find the room dark and quiet except for Eri's soft breathing.
Izuku smiled before gently putting Ochaco on the bed near the side of the wall and covered them with a blanket. He lied down, with their daughter between them. He could see her faintly smiling, but knew she was asleep. 'Either a good dream or she felt both of us,' he thought.
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