The meeting
It happened all too quickly, and Izuku was left grappling with the aftermath.
All For One was flung directly away from Izuku due to an explosion being caused by One For All and this thing -a new quirk perhaps- he’d seemed to acquire, quarrelling for dominance.
It wasn’t another quirk from the holdings of One For All, that is for sure.
And it seemed that it was intent on winning. One For All seemed helpless in the face of whatever it was that had emerged from inside of Izuku.
But his quirk refused to spark out of existence, so now there were two thrums of warmth inside of him, one a bit brighter than the other.
They were falling through the air and Izuku was seconds from passing out; he was just exhausted.
A sudden rift in the fabric of reality tore open beside Izuku, and through the swirling portal emerged a mysterious figure. The air crackled with displaced energy as this enigmatic individual materialized, seemingly stepping through dimensions to fly up beside Midoriya.
Midoriya was internally geeking out because…. well the man was flying.
The edges of the portal shimmered with an otherworldly glow before sealing shut with an almost inaudible hum.
Cloaked in an aura of uncertainty, the newcomer bore an air of calculated confidence. The transition from the ethereal realm into the tangible world was seamless, and the figure seemed undaunted by the abrupt traversal between realities.
He latched onto Izuku almost instantaneously, catching him in his arms, and cradling him like he was precious- oh so precious.
The novel presence that had materialized before him was a tall man whose deep forest green hair seemed to sway with an enigmatic vitality. The strands carried a subtle greenish tinge, their hues shifting almost imperceptibly, akin to the play of sunlight filtering through leaves in a dense woodland.
The stranger’s stature exuded an air of quiet confidence, his presence a juxtaposition of strength and approachability. There was an almost regal grace to the way he carried himself, as if he had stepped out of a realm where nature and humanity harmonized seamlessly.
His eyes, a captivating shade of honey gold, held an uncommon warmth that washed over Izuku like a gentle embrace. This benevolence, reflected in the depths of those golden orbs, felt like a rarity, as if the world had just unveiled a kindness that Izuku hadn’t experienced in a long while.
It wasn’t just his physical appearance that caught Izuku’s attention. It was the intangible…. the way the stranger’s eyes held a genuine kindness—a warmth that felt unfamiliar to Midoriya, like a sunbeam breaking through dense clouds. Izuku had never been looked at that warmly before. Like he had nothing to prove, needed to do nothing to receive such unconditional affection and warmth and love.
As if to add to the enigma, the greenish tint in his hair seemed to dance, responding to unseen rhythms. It was a phenomenon Izuku couldn’t quite comprehend, as though the very essence of nature was intertwined with the man’s being. The shifting hues of his hair whispered of a connection to forces beyond the mundane, an ethereal quality that set him apart in the moment of their unexpected encounter.
Izuku gazed up at the towering figure before him, his bright emerald eyes aglow with obvious awe. It was as if the man possessed an otherworldly presence that momentarily eclipsed the harsh reality around them. The air of reverence lingered until the man gently lowered them both, enfolding Izuku in a tight, protective embrace that spoke of comfort and reassurance.
In that intimate moment, the man cradled Izuku tightly, as if seeking to shield him from the echoes of past wounds. The genuine concern etched across his features only deepened as he held Izuku close, a fusion of warmth and heartbreak in the depths of his honey gold eyes.
“Oh, my child. What did they do to you?” His words resonated with a sorrow that transcended spoken language, carrying the weight of empathy for the hardships Izuku had endured. The man’s heart seemed to ache in response to the visible toll etched upon Izuku’s being.
With a gentle resolve, the man raised a gentle hand and instantly a glowing golden heat was enveloping Izuku, weaving a tapestry of mystical energies. An ethereal glow emanated from the man’s hands, as if the very essence of restoration flowed through his fingertips.
As whatever the man was doing took effect, -was it a quirk?- a subtle radiance enveloped Izuku, washing away the traces of pain and weariness etched upon him.
“What-” Izuku’s voice croaked, his entire body trembling with a mixture of confusion and awe, “What are you doing?”
“Hush, child,” The man whispered, a soothing resonance underlying his words. With a fluid motion, he unfurled his wings, enveloping the two of them in a protective cocoon that seemed to shield them from the outside world. The ethereal glow of his wings cast a gentle radiance, creating an otherworldly sanctuary within their embrace.
The stranger extended a hand, delicately placing it on Izuku’s cheek. His touch, light yet profound, conveyed a sense of reassurance and compassion. “I am attempting to heal you. You have-” He purses his lips, a flicker of rage burning in his honey gold gaze. “You have suffered much,”
“S’ not, s’ not that bad,” Izuku gasps, attempting to downplay the extent of his pain. His words were feeble, caught between the lingering traces of agony and the burgeoning relief brought forth by the healing magic.
The man’s eyes bore into Midoriya’s, a gaze that seemed to see beyond the physical wounds, delving into the depths of the emotional scars that marked the young hero. The cocoon of wings surrounding them created a sanctuary where vulnerability was met with understanding, and pain was met with a genuine desire to mend.
As the healing magic worked its soothing wonders, a profound silence enveloped the sanctuary within the wings. The ethereal glow intensified, casting a gentle luminescence that played upon the features of both the healer and the healed. In the tranquil embrace, the man’s golden eyes reflected a depth of understanding and compassion, mirroring a parental love that transcended mere physical healing.
In a gesture as tender as the softest breeze, the man leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Izuku’s forehead. The touch was imbued with an overwhelming warmth—a love so vast and encompassing that it seemed to wash through Midoriya’s being, reaching the very core of his soul. The weight of the unspoken words carried by that kiss spoke of empathy, solace, and an unwavering commitment to healing.
“You need not suffer any longer,” He murmurs, his cheek pressed gently into Izuku’s forehead as he embraced him tightly. “I will never allow such a thing to happen again,”
The sheer magnitude of this parental affection struck Izuku with such force that he choked on a sob. The years of struggle, the burdens he had carried, and the battles he had fought all seemed to dissipate in that moment. It was as if the universe had conspired to offer him a reprieve, cradling him in the arms of a love that transcended time and space.
He’d always wanted someone to care like this for him.
Tears welled in Midoriya’s eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming flood of emotions that surged within him. The cocoon of wings embraced him, and within it, the healing worked its magic.
“It shouldn’t have been this bad, my child,” He was worried, oh so worried, and Izuku hated putting such an expression on his face.
“I-I’m fine,” Izuku manages to grit out, but he wasn’t hearing a lick of it.
“Inheritances aren’t meant to be as terrible as this,” He grumbles, trying to explain his worry to the young Dragel in front of him. “Initially, when the pain sets in, it can be overwhelming, but it subsides almost as swiftly as it arrives. The sensation should only last minutes.” His voice was so so pained.
He stood in the next second, lifting Izuku like he weighed nothing, his stunning wings unfurling in the sun.
There was a man who stood in front of them, his back to Izuku, and it made something in his chest leap at the sight.
“Hmm, yes.” The man looked displeased, “Your soulmate,” He grumbles, pulling Izuku higher up into his arms, so that Izuku’s face rested in the crevice of his neck. Izuku realized he was being held with one hand, and his face exploded in a haze of red.
“My what?” Izuku was stunned into silence, his jaw hanging lax.
“You were seconds from a full out soul-scream. I couldn’t stop the soul-cry, but I did manage to put a pause on the soul-scream,” The man mutters, a gentle hand coasting through Izuku’s thick curls.
“I don’t understand,” Izuku grumbles and two chuckles sound from the two men beside him.
“I’m your mentor, young one. My name is Heston Lark,”
Izuku’s gaze remained fixed on him in disbelief. “H-how did you even get here? A mentor for what?” He stammers, his green eyes darting around and squinting, trying to decipher the intricacies of the man’s quirk. “You were flying a second ago and then your healed me? What sort of quirk is that?” Izuku asks his apparent mentor.
His quivering hands tried to reach out to the man, but they still instantly, “I’m confused Mister Lark,” Izuku grumbles, but the man chuckles, holding Izuku impossibly closer.
“Oret,” The man interjects, maintaining an odd sort of rocking motion, and Izuku was struggling not to fall asleep. “You can call me Oret. As I am your mentor, it is the title I prefer to be referred by.” He instructs Izuku soundly.
“Oh,” Izuku mumbles, “Okay,” He murmurs, before his eyes flicker to the figure who was standing beside his mentor, unmoving, his eyes trained on Izuku.
The man smirks slowly, and Izuku’s heart thuds so loudly, he was sure they’d be able to hear it. His face bears the weight of his embarrassment.
Because holy shit.
That man was the epitome of beauty.
He was a formidable figure that embodied a striking fusion of strength and ethereal beauty. His wings, adorned with hues of auburn and orange, extend gracefully from his sturdy frame, creating a mesmerizing spectacle as they catch the light. The auburn and orange wings, reminiscent of a blazing sunset, grace the man’s powerful form, serving as a striking testament to the untamed energies that seemed to swirl around him. Those vibrant hues, woven into his scales, further accentuate this man’s supposed affinity for the element of fire. At least, that’s what Izuku thought. His quirk could be related to him being some sort of dragon mutant type.
Cascading down in vibrant waves, his hair takes on a captivating blue-green hue that adds an otherworldly touch to his appearance. The blue-green hair crowns him like a turbulent ocean, a stark contrast to the fiery landscape he held on his back. It’s a visual contradiction, a testament to the duality that resides within him—cool and collected, yet ablaze with the intensity of his elemental mastery.
The interplay of colors in his wings, scales, and hair creates a harmonious symphony, a palette of nature’s most enchanting tones.
The man’s physique is a testament to his physical prowess — muscular and imposing. His well-defined form exudes strength, hinting at a power that lies beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed when the need arises. The play of light and shadow over his toned muscles adds a dynamic quality to his presence.
The focal point of this captivating visage was his eyes- a regal shade of royal purple that Izuku seemed unable to look away from. His gaze was piercing and enigmatic.
Eyes of royal purple, like regal amethyst gems, grace the countenance of the beholder, in this case, Izuku. The striking hue, deep and captivating, commanded attention with its rich and intense presence. His royal purple eyes radiated an air of mystery, carrying within them a subtle blend of elegance and enigma.
The depths of his violet orbs seemed to hold a myriad of stories and secrets, reflecting a profound and contemplative nature. When bathed in light, they shimmered with a subtle luminosity, adding an otherworldly quality that enhances the captivating allure.
“Hello,” He smiles at Izuku and if this was what a heart attack felt like, Izuku could die happy.
“H-Hi,” He squeaks, hands clenching into his mentor’s shirt tighter.
“My name is Zandian Lepell, young one. You summoned me and so here I am,” Zandian murmurs and Izuku was going to combust because they were already on a first name basis?
“I’m Izuku Midoriya,” Izuku responds, eyes wide as he stared unabashed into the gaze of who was his actual soulmate. “H-How did I actually do that?” He asks, head turning from Zandian to his Oret, who were sharing a look.
“You recently came into your inheritance Izuku,” His Oret tells him, but Izuku was even more confused.
“Wha- What? Inheritance?” He squeaks, “What is that?”
Heston’s golden eyes gaze down at him softly, “You’re a Dragel, Izuku.”
Zandian’s hand comes out, almost involuntarily, fingers curling through the thick, fluffy locks on Izuku’s head.
“You’re a Dragel.” He repeats. “Which means you’re a very powerful elemental dragon hybrid.” His soulmate tells him. “You’re specifically a Submissive, which is how you were able to summon me,”
His Submissive’s eyes widen in shock, intelligent ramblings of his inner thoughts making its way past his lips.
It had been nearing the third quarter of the day. And Arielle be damned, Zandian had just wanted a coffee.
Already he’d had to deal with three temper tantrums from the Gheyos under his care and his intended King -once they found a Submissive they both liked of course… which wasn’t looking to be a problem now- was pissed at him for having to travel off realms.
All he’d done was make a single detour to one of his more favourite realms- one of the ones that had the best coffee.
He hadn’t even been there for an hour before the tugs of soul magic were demanding his presence and he’d been portalled directly to his Submissive’s side.
And damn it because Zandian’s heart was fluttering desperately in happiness as wide, wide adorable green eyes gazed up at him in awe.
His Submissive was so cute.
He didn’t think his heart could handle it.
Zandian couldn’t help his uncontrollable smile, nor did he even question or argue when Izuku’s head tilts a little, a questioning warble escaping his lips.
His heart clenches a little, eyes seeking his mentor’s gaze -Heston Lark, who would’ve thought- and the man scowls a little before sighing and handing Izuku over to him.
Zandian holds his Submissive with the utmost gentle care, because he was so so injured and the sight of his battered and broken sub made Zandian want to kill someone. Preferably, the bastard who’d harmed his soulmate.
“You’re okay,” He murmurs, raising Izuku a little in his hands such that the little sub could reach his neck. The Submissive bites down instantly, his instincts taking over in seconds and that was all it took for Zandian to place a similar claiming bite on Izuku’s own delicate neck.
Zandian releases his hold once the claim was made, the bond thrumming happily in-between the two soulmates. He physically felt Izuku slump into a relaxed state in his arms, allowing him a feed that Izuku desperately needed.
“What of that mongrel that hurt him?” Heston asks Zandian, who narrows his eyes a little.
“That thing isn’t human,” He responds in a whisper, his eyes taking in the various people who were eyeing the three of them warily.
It seemed that his soulmate was part of some sort of armed forces, one that enlisted children.
That would be something Zandian would need to discuss with his Izuku soon, preferably.
“But he won’t be a problem,” Zandian grumbles, “He won’t be able to touch a hair on his head again,” The Blood Title vows, “Besides, we can take those things on. Easily I dare say as well,” Zandian looks at the Gheyo Joker; the half-Fae, half-Dragel who raises an unimpressed brow.
“But of course. My student will be safe.”
“As shall my Submissive,”