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Molon Labe

Summary:

In the aftermath of the Spartan invasion of Athens, the ancient city is in ruins and its people enslaved. This is where Alpha Katsuki Bakugo meets a sweet smelling Athenian Omega who has spent a lifetime only catching glimpses of the world from his window.

Now with cover art by Kyzu

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Hi guys! This is our first time writing together and snakemitten's first fic in the fandom! Teapot has had this idea for a while and we are both really excited to share it with the rest of you! We've tried our best to research Ancient Greece as much as possible but we know we've probably made mistakes.. So don't be too hard on us please <3

 

If I Had a Heart- Fever Ray

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Chapter 1: Blood and Fire

Chapter Text


art by Kyzu

As always, Izuku Midoriya gazed out the tiny window of his room in hopes to catch sight of a soldier. For as long as he could remember, he wanted to be someone brave, strong, and fearless. He wanted to be someone who could help others. However, as an Omega in Athens, he was doomed to a life in the home never to see the scene of a battle, much less the outdoors in general.

Still, he dreamed. Occasionally he’d watch soldiers train outside his windows and he would copy their movements in the privacy of his room where no one else could see him. He’d perform their routines in hopes to become stronger and put extra muscle into helping his mother clean the house. Toned muscles weren’t exactly a preferred trait for Athenian Omegas, but he could easily hide them under his chiton. They weren’t anything special, but he still tried.

It wasn’t like he was going to get married off anytime soon. He was a ‘late bloomer’ and didn’t get his first heat until he reached the age of seventeen. It took months for his parents to find someone interested in marrying him, and he was slowly running out of time until he’d get swept away to a new life.

His mother was calling for him, but he couldn’t stop staring out his window. He wanted to witness at least one new training sequence, or perhaps some swordplay. When he saw the slightest movement from around the corner, he sat up a little higher to get a better look. However, it was the dreaded ruby red color of the Spartans that caught his eye and he threw himself back away from the window.

“S-Spartans!” he gasped, almost in disbelief. When he did, the screams and shouts of enemy soldiers followed. Izuku raced out of his room to the main area of the home where his mother was calling him from, determined to tell her the news so they could hide or call for his father. When he reached the space, however, there were already two Spartans that had broken through their wooden door and grabbed her by the arm to haul her outside.

“Please, don’t!” she cried, grasping for anything she could. Her eyes widened when she saw Izuku and she started sobbing even more.

Suddenly, he was grabbed just like her. One of the soldiers stuck their nose into Izuku’s neck, taking a deep breath in. It had been the closest he’d ever been to an Alpha other than his own father and the gesture made him shiver in both disgust and fear.

“Unmarked, eligible for taking,” he reported gruffly to his partner, voice broken from the screams of war most like. The other one just nodded and proceeded to drag the two of them out from their house into the sun.

Izuku should have been paying more attention to the fact that Athens had indeed been invaded by Sparta. He should have spent all his energies worried about his mother and what sort of dim future awaited them. For one second, though, he was outside. He could feel the sun on his face and body. He could see the world beyond his window. The fascination with the outdoors faded quickly though when they pulled him and his mother into two different directions.

“Stop!” Izuku finally yelled out, jerking his way back toward his mother. His strength had to have taken the soldier off guard, because Izuku was able to pull out from his grasp and start running towards her. In no less than a second, his heavenly moment ended when that hand was back to grasping at his bicep. It wasn’t as gentle as last time, either, the grip was certain to bruise later.

She yelled out his name and reached for him, but there was no escaping the wrath of the Spartans. Izuku could clearly see them rushing through the streets with their swords and spears, stopping at nothing to get exactly what they wanted. Any unarmed Alpha or Beta that tried to stand in their way was slashed down immediately with no mercy. The Athenian soldiers put up a fight, but they were no match for the well-honed Spartan warriors.

As he was dragged to through the city, Izuku couldn’t help but cry. He cried for the soldiers that were bleeding on the streets. He cried as he watched families pulled apart. He cried for his mother. The tears covered up the bubbling anger in his gut that he felt for not being able to do anything at all. When they rounded another corner toward the centre of Athens, Izuku realized just how dire the situation had become.

Omegas, just like him, were lined up and pulled toward several makeshift cages constructed of wooden planks. One by one, they were pushed into captivity until the cage was full. Some Omegas were covered in blood, some were sobbing, and others stared stonily ahead. Time passed by in a blur as Izuku waited in the line with his captor still holding onto him so tightly that he wondered if his bones would break under pressure. He was shoved in between two Omegas covered in blood and he ended up getting smeared with it on either side. The scent of them all nearly made him choke as if a storm cloud of fear surrounded them all.

All he could do was look on as the terror persisted through his streets. People were killed, taken, and broken right in front of him while he could only stand and hold back even more tears. He felt weak, hopeless, and absolutely useless.

***

Weakness.

The concept weighed heavily on Katsuki’s mind and bitter on his tongue as he moved through the blood soaked streets of Athens. The Alpha was also covered in the sticky filth, splatters of red colouring most of his torso and streaming down his face. He paid it no mind.

Spartan warriors were meant to bathe in the blood of their enemies.

But this did not feel like a victory. No, it definitely was not the great battle he had envisioned when he was ordered to march to Athens along with the rest of the Spartan army. Instead, he was met with weakness as the rulers of Athens betrayed their people and threw open the doors to the supposed fortress, hoping their lives would be spared when faced with Spartan brutality.

They screamed as they died as loudly as any helot.

The Spartan army sacked the entire city in just one day, and now the soldiers celebrated, getting drunk on Athenian wine. But not Katsuki. He had been too filled with bloodlust to be around his fellow Spartans so he stalked the sconce lit streets and tried to work out his irritation.

As he walked, his scent was heightened with irritation and rage and weakness was all Katsuki could see. From the burning buildings to the bodies that littered the stone beneath his feet; the great city of Athens was crumbling right before him. It made him growl in disgust and pick up his speed until he had reached the centre of the city without even realizing it.

A great bonfire filled up the courtyard, fueled by ancient scripts and art and illuminating the crude wooden cages filled to the brim with people. More helots? he wondered as he stalked closer until the smell hit him like a shield to the face. Omegas; unbonded Omegas reeking of distress. It was enough to make Katsuki hiss, his instincts screaming at him to calm their upset but his mind reeling with rage that was reflected in his strong Alphan scent. He hated feeling like he needed to care for the weak, the spineless.

Katsuki snarled at the frightened Omegas, making then scramble back and whimper… Except one.

Izuku couldn’t help but glare at anyone who sauntered past the cages of Omegas. Usually, there was laughter or some sort of distasteful remark. When a strikingly blond Spartan walked by, though, he simply radiated with an overpowering scent that reminded Izuku of blood and violence. Even though the Spartan was terrifying and wore a much more grim expression than the others, Izuku still glared and stood up straight. He gripped at the wooden bars and held his tongue, itching to spit out some kind of curse. For the sake of the others though, he just stood as proudly and defitiantly as he could.

“Lower your eyes, Omega,” Katsuki spit as he took a step closer to glare down his nose at the green eyed Athenian. He wasn’t used to anyone staring at him so disrespectfully, especially not some pampered Athenian Omega. His scent heightened, filled with malice and the command to submit.

The proximity, tone, and scent made Izuku’s body ache with the need to obey. He had never felt so oddly controlled before in his lifetime. As he worked against the need to submit, he continued to pinch his trembling brows together and hold his ground. He was drenched in the blood of his own people and surrounded by shivering, fearful Omegas just like himself. Izuku knew he couldn’t miraculously turn everything around and save his city, but he could at least refuse to back down to such a cretin. “No,” he managed to get out. His voice was small, but strong and unwavering.

Haah?,” the Alpha hissed, his hands gripping the bars above the Omegas as he cocked his head sideways with eerie intimidation. “Your people fucking lost, Athenian. Your lords’ opened the door and let us in. Your only hope is that some low level soldier asshole will take an interest in you. If not, your pampered ass will become a pleasure slave,” he snarled, leaning down close enough their noses were almost brushing through the bars.

Katsuki’s chest was heaving, nose flaring as he picked out this particular Omega’s scent from the rest. Just the smell of the sweet pomegranate scent tinged with defiance and fear was enough to make his blood sing. “Athens is no more and you are some worthless Omega that doesn’t deserve to look a warrior in the eye.”

The harsh reality hit Izuku right in the face, but he used all the strength that he was worth to not look away. A hand from another Omega was grabbing at his arm, perhaps trying to coax him away from the altercation but Izuku had no plans of doing so. The inner fury living and growing within his gut pounded with rage. Perhaps the lords of Athens tried to save their own skins by letting the Spartans in. Perhaps Izuku would become nothing more than a slave. At that one moment, all he had was stupid bravery and his own wit and he didn’t intend on letting either of those things go. Through grit teeth, he whispered, “I see no warrior. Just a bloody beast.”

Katsuki was taken back for a moment, not expecting the Omega to be able to speak under the threat of his Alpha scent. It managed to impress the Alpha almost in spite of himself. But the sudden respect in his eyes was gone as soon as it came.

Katsuki’s frown stretched into a feral grin, his pointed incisors glinting in the light of the fires burning around them. “I am a Spartan warrior,” he snarled then leaned in to take the Omega’s mouth in a violent kiss just because he could. Just because he knew it would piss off the small green eyed boy. He pulled away leaving a string of spit to connect them, “A beast is what I was born to be.”

The Alpha ripped himself away from the bars, his movements filled with controlled aggression as he spun on his heel to storm away. Even in the firelight, his blood red cape was bright, billowing out behind him with his every step. Who knew some Athenian Omega would catch his interest? He licked his lips to taste the remaining flavour of pomegranate on his tongue and hummed to himself. Maybe he would enter the tournament the next day...

Before the Omega could shout every obscenity Izuku knew how to say back to the brute, he was shushed by another Omega who clearly wanted the entire situation to cease. Out of respect for them, he huffed and crossed his arms in a physical attempt to hold the words at his chest. The scent of the Spartan Alpha still lingered and spurred Izuku on like no tomorrow. It reminded him of all the burning buildings in his city, a scent of pure destruction. He let his bloody index finger dust over his lips where he had been absolutely violated by the beast, overly aware of the taste left on his lips and the saliva smeared across his mouth. It had been his first kiss, one he’d regretfully never forget.