"I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid."
― George R.R. Martin
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I Z U K U
For as long as Izuku can remember, the gods have always been at war.
Some say it started because Endeavor, the king of the gods, was overthrown by one of his sons. Others say that the royal gods managed to piss off the elusive God of War, who began to wreak havoc on both the immortal plane and the mortal.
How it happened doesn't really matter. It's the aftermath that's important.
Once the immortal infighting started, it set off a domino effect. Demons and lesser, power-hungry gods started terrorizing the mortal population. Everyone was at war now.
Growing up, Izuku was always told he was another victim of the war.
According to his adoptive parents, they found him deep in the woods on the outskirts of a destroyed village. Assuming that his biological family had perished, they took him in to raise as their own.
They already had a two-year-old daughter and were unable to have any more children. They considered Izuku a gift from the gods and raised him as their own.
Izuku and his family lived in a secluded inn on the outskirts of the forest they found him in. It became a safe haven for victims of the war who sought a place to rest and recover from their wounds.
Ochako, his older alpha sister, ran an apothecary to care for the injured. Unlike Izuku, she has powerful abilities.
Out of his family, Izuku is the only one without a quirk or any magical ability.
At least, that's what he thought.
On the night everything changed, a nearby village had been attacked by demon forces. A group of gods had appeared to fend them off, but that didn't stop the carnage. Many people lost their homes and family members to the fighting.
Their inn was packed to the brim with terrified villagers, all seeking a safe haven from the fighting. Some of them were human soldiers sent by the reigning monarch, but most of them were bystanders.
Izuku had been tending to the less-injured population when the unexpected happened.
The door to the inn slammed open and the air flooded with unfamiliar pheromones. They were heavy and rich with a hint of something he didn't recognize.
Ochako and an unfamiliar blonde burst through, carrying a large redhead who sported a multitude of arrows in his torso. And judging from the purple tinge on his skin, those arrows were poisoned.
"Izuku! Can you prep the private room?"
His sister looks stressed and slightly frazzled, setting off warning bells in Izuku's brain.
/This is serious./
The young man dropped what he was doing and lunged to his feet. "Got it!"
Izuku practically ran to the back room, which they kept for the worst injuries. On the way, he grabbed towels and a bucket of warm water he'd been heating over the fire.
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the hand that feeds {katsudeku}
Fanfiction/Kacchan./ Lord Denki places Izuku on the ground, holding the omega in place. He waves at the blond. "I told you I'm not lying, you ass!" The blond skids to a stop in front of them, towering over Izuku like some kind of giant. Thick caramel pheromon...
