Katsuki scowls at the doors in front of him, knowing what awaits...

"You're a prince," Sparky says, dusting off the dark green shirt before sliding a gold laurel behind his ear. "It's tradition."
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'Who's fault is that?' he thinks, and it's not HIS voice that growls after.
His alpha's been a dick ever since he told Izuku off.
Well, that's not true. Icyhot was aware of where he went.
But the bastard wouldn't tell Katsuki about his destination.
He bets he smells like a burning fire, blazing with his furious irritation over being shut out.
Apparently, Freckles set this up long before their fight.
Katsuki is gifted a stunning outfit made of expensive satin brocade and pants tailored to perfectly fit his body.
It matches his accessories. Rings. Bracelets. An emerald necklace and earring.
He's covered in green and gold. Trev's colors.
Izuku's, too.
Katsuki watches the omega put on a fancy yellow and black masquerade mask, covering the idiot's upper face.
A more modern tradition.
They leave their scent glands open, hoping to attract compatible alphas to ask them for courting dances.
"I'm not interested."
And he intends to tell that to his damn bunny, whenever he pops out from wherever he's been hiding all day.
"Introducing, Prince Katsuki of Sange."
The entire event is looking up at him, and he can hear the whispers as he slowly descends.
Katsuki's done the dog and pony show for King Fuckface; he knows how to walk like a pet for vultures to dissect with their eyes.
Some omega come once he's off to the side. He ices them out. He's not here for any shy omega, and keeps on his guard as the ball continues.
And his alpha REALLY grows restless when he sees a particular man who is supposed to be accompanying Freckles to the ball.
Icyhot looks right past them to focus on him. "Ah, Prince Katsuki. Hello."
He kind of wants to throw this guy out a window. "I said, where the FUCK is he?"
"I don't know anyone in Trev," he says, because he hasn't ventured outside the castle since arriving here.
"They're actually from Sange."
But it has been months, and the king's magic can be powerfully corrupt.
Snapping his head up to the opening doors, the anger and worry from before suddenly vanish from his mind.
And for a moment, Katsuki is sure he's dreaming.
The outfit isn't a traditional omegan gown, full of layers and extravagant jewels displaying wealth.
The top's neckline is quite deep, paring well with the delicate lacework of the sleeveless vest.
Katsuki's alpha growls at the open display of strength. Izuku should be proud of his sacrifices for Trev.
The way the gold belt shapes over his pelvis draws attention to his curved waist.
His soft green make-up highlights the roundness of his doe eyes.
And the omegan collar...
His little bunny doesn't need a crown on his head for all to bow at his feet. The only nod to his royalty is the gold laurel tucked behind his ear.
A matching half to Katsuki's.
These small details, ones Katsuki picks up on because he KNOWS Freckles now, tickle the back of his throat.
He wants to touch Izuku. To hold him, to HAVE him-
It's hard for Katsuki to tear his gaze away from Izuku until he hears it.
"And now introducing... Lady Eri."
He's never seen her with her hair done up, or wearing jewelry that makes her eyes sparkle like they are now.
Izuku's muscles flex as he picks the squirt up, uncaring of his own outfit when carrying her on his side off the staircase.
He doesn't care about tradition or what the sudden whispers are saying as he crosses the courting floor, not giving Izuku time to touch it before he's intercepting them.
Let them call him uncultured. He doesn't care.
He abandoned her in Sange, feeling guilty despite knowing he had no control. He she been scared? Lonely?
She somehow manages to still give him a teary smile, like he has no blood on his hands. "I'm so happy you're okay."
The feeling's mutual, but he has to rein it in. He looks away, to-
The apple blossom that wraps around him holds no anger. He hates admitting that something clicks inside him instantly at the aroma he's withheld from himself.
He doesn't speak, simply holds out a hand.
But he knows his eyes, unwavering from Izuku's, are saying something else.
'We need to talk.'
For a moment, Katsuki sees red. Out of all the ways to reject Katsuki's offer, to call the older alpha over without even answering him-
"Can you watch Lady Eri, please?"
And he ain't Half-and-Half's biggest fan, but... "He won't hurt you, Squirt."
But he doesn't show any displeasure as he leads her to the side, and Katsuki's attention falls back onto Izuku.
He doesn't answer, reaching out to grab one of Izuku's hands before leading him to the courting floor.
And he knows what this looks like. The Prince of Sange, courting the Queen of Trev.
"I didn't know who she was," Freckles whispers, letting Katsuki lead their dance as they're speaking.
Both are trained in the classic moves, sync up together with ease.
"But... she said she was here with her brother."
"Nobody's gonna tell a seven-year-old she's a bought tool who can't escape that asshole's control."
Even saying the truth burns his tongue.
He's gorgeous. The true emerald of the courting ball. Just the thought makes him tug Izuku back, gathering him close with an unspoken claim.
Because the cruel prince only let her from his sight when in the castle. Her magic is 'too special' to him.
"She said he was in the city for business."
"Fuck."
"I only brought her because she was terrified I'd... killed you."
THAT catches him off guard.
"Doing so will cause mass panic. That might be what they're betting on."
But with the masks, and the mixing smells, he can't tell is there's someone from Sange with a hidden agenda.
"We have to do something, or everyone here is in danger."
"I'm not leaving you alone," Katsuki growls, pressing their chests together.
“Fuck what I said," he cuts in, making Izuku's eyes widen. "Nothing matters more than keeping you safe. NOTHING, okay?”
“You said you trust me? Then trust this.” His fingers trace down the arm left bare for the world to judge. To wince and look away from, like so many had before him.
But Katsuki's not those alphas, too insecure to adore every scar and burn worn by the strong omega.
"Even if its just in words, I am yours." Eyes holding Izuku's, his next words are a vow. "So I will protect you as if you're mine, Freckles."
His whole body relaxes. Another wave of that beautiful aroma begs Katsuki's alpha to devour the kind queen in front of him.
"Okay." Izuku's voice shakes. "I... am in your care."
As soon as he's close enough, his little dragon squirms out of the older alpha's loose hold, Katsuki rushing forward to catch her. "Oi!"
Katsuki closes his eyes. Moments before, he willingly handed his chain to Izuku. But because of that gentle imprisonment, he has no power to rescue her from Sange.
"R-Really?" She asks, looking up at Izuku's smile like it's magical.
"You're asking for war," Katsuki says. Beakface will raise hell to get his 'tool' back from Trev.
He wonders if King Fuckface plans she'll run, knowing the result.
This is the queen Trev soldiers happily die for. The ruler who earns unwavering loyalty from his people.
One who carries every soul's pain on his shoulders.
Or smile. Laugh. Love and BE loved without his heavy crown.
"Kacchan?" The nerd's concern means something passes on his face. "Are you-"
Suddenly, Katsuki's world stops.
Because there's a hand on Izuku's nape.

This story will be switching between Izuku and Katsuki's POVs
Also a little heavier than my normal stories.
I wanna say this will be between 10-12 parts. Might be more.
There will be 🌶️in later parts.
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