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angst-king · 7 months ago

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Love Beyond Mortality Chp 9

(Filthy Pride pt4) (warning this chp is all over the place lol, but its a chp nonetheless) Training with Katssuki wasn’t easy but Izuku learned to adapt quickly. He learned to change his sleeping schedule so he could get up even earlier to meet up with Katsuki at his temple. Combat training was brutal and he always came home with more bruises and cuts than his mother could bare to see on him but he was making it home on his own two feet. He always made sure to say hello to the sun on his way to the temple and when he would go to school. He was already staying up late to get his work done when he had trained for the tournament so it wasn’t much different and by some miracle, he was turning things in on time!

Despite the god’s rough exterior, Izuku could see the light behind his eyes any time he mentioned school. He knew Katsuki was curious about mortal life at times but he never asked about it much shutting down his own interest with arrogance. Of course, Izuku was curious about god life too, how different were they from mortals? Katsuki never spoke of his parents, was Allmight like his dad since he was a ‘fathering god’? He seemed to act like a father figure for him, even if the teen didn’t seem to like it.

“You paying attention, dumbass?” The words pulled Izuku from his thoughts, shit he must’ve zoned out!

“Yeah s-sorry” Katsuki rolled his eyes at this and repeated what he was saying.

“You’re coming to Olympus with me tomorrow, the old farts have to meet you.” Izuku looked wide-eyed choking on his spit at this.

“Olympus?!” “Yea yeah, old windbags say we have to bring our prime devotees with us to some dumb dinner. I’m sure you mortals have something similar to when you bring your partner to meet your parents.” Katsuki was right, they did have a similar approach to romantic relationships. Wait did he? No no no.

“Am i meeting your parents?” Asked Izuku, Katsuki shook his head slinging his sword over his shoulder.

“No you’re meeting the other gods, my parents aren’t around anymore.” He said the last part quietly but Izuku could still hear it, they weren’t around? Did they die? He knew gods could die in a sense, they could go dormant as well. That was usually caused by a lack of energy or serious injury that could not be healed through even divine magic!

“What happened to them?” Katsuki flashed him a look, Izuku knew he was treading into personal territory but he wanted to get to know Katsuki more besides his war and sun epithets.

“I don’t know….I hardly remember them, just that one day I was playing with my old man, and the next I was brought to my colosseum by AllMight and told he would take it from here or some shit.” Izuku felt his heartache for the god, it sounded like he was still young when this happened, and now he had lived for who knows how long not knowing what happened to those who created and loved him.

“It’s whatever, don’t look at me like that, I raised myself pretty damn well, didn’t need those two holding me back. If I’m going to be a part of the Olympians I gotta do this shit myself, nothing holding me down, no one to look down on me!” The energy radiating from the god was pure pride, bright and blinding like the light he created with his powers, outshining anything daring to get in his way.

“We’ll do it together” Izuku replied standing beside him.

School was still hard, when Izuku had been one of the only classmates who attended the tournament to come back alive many people weren’t happy about it. It was as if they wanted him to never come back or at most die! They wanted him gone! Now that it had been known the god chose him to be a prime devotee, his peers made sure their disdain for his very existence was clear. They amped up their cruelty, shoving him into lockers, beating his head into the wall, taking his books, slashing up his body and leaving notes on his desk and locker. Many told him he should have died instead of the others. That Katsuki would eventually see just how worthless he was, that he was not even worth dirt.

The only good thing that came from this was the rage he could stockpile and use for training. Training consisted of private combat with Katsuki as well as learning to be the lieutenant to an army beside Momo’s second in command. Those who trained under Izuku knew just how brutal and ruthless he could be and steered clear. Rumors had spread around and many adults who trained under him told others to not get on his bad side. Many didn’t believe the trainees until they pushed Izuku’s buttons. Izuku had self-control and would usually try and ignore or de-escalate things, but training under the war god gave him enough confidence to not let some things slide. This slowly started to bleed into his peers, some started to treat him like a wild animal while others didn’t care and would poke the bear due to Izuku’s lack of care to defend himself in front of his teachers. He had done so once and was put through the wringer for it. At least outside of school, the only consequence was being called names.

For once in his life he felt pride.

“Izuku, sweetheart wait!” Inko called out while putting her shoes on as Izuku prepared to leave for Olympus.

“Huh why?” “I’m coming with you” “Wait really?!” Izuku asked, Inko nodded. “Yagi told me there was something important for you and Katsuki and asked me to come along. Plus I didn’t want you to leave without your father’s belt charm,” She said while holding out the butterfly charm, Izuku smiled and let her attach it to his waist belt. She stood back with an adorning smile.

“My son’s all grown up, gods you look just like your father when he went to his meeting on Olympus. I remember when you were catching butterflies and sprites in the garden, and now you’re wearing the charm of the goddess he devoted himself to with a god of your own! You have your father’s smile….please don’t lose it, Izuku.” The woman replied fondly, Izuku nodded and took his mother by the hand ready to leave.

They went to Katsuki’s temple the Colosseum, and through the center walk through he brought her to his temple room. The sun illuminated the stadium’s darkest crevices almost in a golden glow as they stepped inside. Their footsteps echoed as Izuku led her to where Katsuki was waiting for them.

Olympus had been just how his mother had described it, a large fairy tale-looking castle. The pathways were bright and led in many different directions. They followed Katsuki to the castle where many of the gods resided for this get-together. Many of the divine recognized Inko and looked happy to see her. Grinning ear to ear, greeting her and her son warmly. When Yagi had been alerted of their arrival he came over.

“Oh good you’re here! Come sit, we can finally make the announcement!” They were brought to a large table where many had seated themselves. Inko had been invited too sit beside Yagi much to her surprise while Katsuki had Izuku seated beside him and Momo’s devotee Yo Shindo, they had started to become friends through their training as second in commands.

“Dude this is so cool, I never thought I’d make it” Grinned Yo, Izuku nodded in agreement.

“Same, I wonder what this announcement is?” “Miss Yaoyorozu said it had something to do with a coming-of-age quest, but she didn’t know the details.” The two whispered amongst themselves until Yagi decided it was time to speak.

“Alright everyone I’m sure most of you know why we are having this. So I will get on with it. We are going to be sending Katsuki, Momo, and their chosen devotees Izuku Midoriya and Yo Shindo on their first trial quest, or coming-of-age quest. This is their send-off party, their quest will take place at the end of the week. They will face many monsters, many dangers, and mini-trials to complete. This will push their relationship, bonds, and skills to the test, and if they are successful they be granted their next steps to becoming Olympians and heroes.” They raised their glass as a toast to their send-off.

Izuku had never been around this many divine entities but he seemed to do just fine while Yo struggled to ground himself, it was either that or his nerves about this trip were getting to him already. As many mingled about Izuku saw Yo fidgeting and slipped his hand under the table to nudge the other’s. Yo eyed him and saw Izuku gesture for him to take in deep breathes, letting him squeeze his hand to relax himself. He sent a small smile as a thanks. The two had grown close as stated earlier, almost as close as they were to their gods though, they considered themselves friends. While they never truly put a title to their relationship to their gods. Izuku surely didn’t know whether he had a crush on Katsuki or not. He adored him deeply and loved working with him. He loved to watch him use his power, or fend off monsters during demonstrations.

“So Katsuki how are you and izuku getting along, have you started sharing your powers yet?” Asked Kayama, Katsuki shook his head.

“Not there yet, though it should be soon, he’s finally getting enough muscle to where i know he wont turn to ashes but I’ve been told I had to focus on his physical strength before lending my power.” “I see, didn’t you say earlier you had something for him for that though~?” It sounded like she was hinting at something, Katsuki blushed and huffed and told Izuku to wait where he was before he got up from the table and left. Many of the goddesses giggled and whispered to themselves leaving Izuku curious. When Katsuki came back he beckoned for him to go back inside the castle. He could feel the god’s energy change even if his face looked annoyed his energy felt flustered and frustrated.

“K-Kaachan, what’s wrong?” Kaachan, a silly nickname only Izuku was allowed to call him. He started calling him that by accident and it just stuck. Katsuki never told Izuku off for it and would act like he never said it though truth be told, nicknames were a serious thing between a deity and their devotee. It was something that strengthened their bond towards one another. Izuku knew only a fraction of how much nicknames meant. He was still learning how to devote himself ad bond towards Katsuki since the god didn’t seem to be the most sentimental or soft. Katsuki let out a soft grumble and grabbed Izuku by the wrist and tugged him into a room with a large stain glass window. This piece of art held Katsuki’s symbol, the sun rising over a sword. The light brightened when they stepped inside casting its warmth.

“Ugh this is stupid” Katsuki growled under his breath as he clenched his fist and looked at Izuku.

“Come on Kaachan, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me” “I-I don’t need your help I just need to get this over with” His voice trailed lowly as their eyes met, a small soft patient smile curled at Izuku’s lips and Katsuki let out a sigh.

“Get on your knees” He commanded though not with anger, Izuku confusedly did as told. There was a soft clinking and rattling noise and then a shiny metal object gleaned in Katsuki’s hand. Katsuki stepped forward and placed it around his neck as he spoke quietly.

“You are my devotee now, mine, no one else. Officially I’m giving you my ability to call upon my power, to be a part of me. You are mine….My…My gladiator.” Once the chain had been clasped, Katsuki wrapped his hand around it and muttered a soft saying before the item on the end glowed a warm golden color then dimmed into its cold metal state. It was a necklace with a small sword on the end. From the energy radiating from it Izuku knew this was a sun blade. Then the realization hit him, he had been claimed. This nickname was Katsuki’s way of claiming him, and bonding.

“I will be your gladiator, my sunshine.”

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zhelin-thames · 22 days ago

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A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”