ugh why did this reach 3k damn
Will prolly commission someone to make an art of this stupid fluff fic, but if yall inspired go the fuck ahead
Also decided to just wing the whole mythology thing lol
Chapter 3: sorry not sorry dipshit
Bakugou Katsuki knew he was great the moment he came into existence.
He was a miracle, after all. He knew from the whispers and looks of awe he'd get when he walked past.
Katsuki resulted from an unlikely coupling, one that was deemed taboo before his existence proved every deity in existence fucking wrong.
When gods were born, they were born between those of the upper and mid world, their coupling celebrated across the heavens.
But Bakugou Masaru committed taboo by falling in love with a being of the underworld– a succubus. The gods of old then would have forgiven him, pushed his mistake aside, if it wasn't for an unexpected factor:
Mitsuki, one of the higher succubi and an army general of one of the Ten Courts, was with child.
Of course, this led to a scandal. The heavens split between those that stood by the minor Fire god and those that spat at his fall.
The debate died once Katsuki was born.
The first hybrid of divinity and demonic power– with power to grace mortals life energy and easily level lands with explosions of fire that left blood and ash.
So, yeah, Katsuki knew he was fucking great. He was the literal embodiment of a middle finger directed at the idiots who had their heads stuck up their asses.
This is why having a little (cute) minor Rain god bare his teeth and throw insults his way made his hackles rise.
No one, no fucking asshole, ever challenges him.
Okay, so maybe this little rivalry was fun.
Fuck you all, it wasn't his fault that being a god– no matter how all-powerful– ended up being boring after a couple millennia of observing the same cycle the stupid mortals went through.
Eat, fuck, love, hate, kill, die, live.
Not in that order, but whatever. The bottom line was: it was boring as balls.
It had been fun initially when he'd subject the stupid fragile humans to scorching heat that led the weak ones to death and droughts that starved them until they were just skin and bones.
Katsuki wasn't like other gods, after all, who shit rays of sunshine out of their asses and drooled over compliments from lesser beings.
(Take a wild fucking guess who he's referring to)
Eventually, though– and he was just a little impressed– the humans got used to the hardships. They came out strong (well, as strong as they could), hardened, and strangely– loyal as fuck to him.
Maybe it was him who pioneered the term 'masochist', but whatever.
Katsuki hated the attention of mortals, but he made an exception to his people. After all, they knew what he liked (the spicebush was now enchanted to last year-round).
So being slapped in the face by a minor (cute) Rain god by his maybe insecurities over his people made him snap.
The furious waves of energy he had gotten after sending a nasty drought to Green Valley filled him with glee.
And the back-and-forth never stopped after that, and Katsuki had no plans to.
Why?
It was fun as fuck.
Izuku glared holes into Katsuki's head, which was pretty much ineffective since the other wasn't even looking in his direction.
Katsuki was looking over the garden, frowning.
They were in deep shit.
After the asshole split-hair popsicle just dumped a goddamn threat, he up and left them to "sort out their differences". Fuck him; he's probably just going to cold as balls Hokkaido to knit with his sister again.
Katsuki scoffed at that then, summoning his powers to get out of the stuffy mansion.
He got nothing.
Ugh, of course, their shitty boss (fucker) barred their powers. Great. Fuuuckin' great.
And now he was stuck in IcyHot's insanely big-ass fuck mansion with an irritating (cute) god.
"Kacchan! Hey! Kaaachaaaaaan–"
"UGH, WHAT?!"
Izuku pursed his lips, and no, that was not cute at all and made him tempted to suck on them. Nope, not at all.
(Katsuki wants to beat up the succubus genes the old hag passed on to him, but he can't because that would be admitting a part of him was shitty)
"What are we going to do? You heard Shoto!" Katsuki bit back a growl at the familiarity the greennette showed with the half and half bastard. He didn't know why but he hated it.
"Of course I heard him, shitty Deku. I ain't deaf like your stupid ass."
The greennette bristled, and Katsuki devoured the sudden smell of rain and thunder rolling off in waves.
Gods, if only the stupid greennette wasn't so annoying and didn't open his mouth. Well, he's not entirely opposed to keeping that mouth open with that tongue wrapped around–
"Oh yeah? Then what's your plan, Mr. bigshot Fire god, huh?"
"Easy," Katsuki shrugged nonchalantly, trying to calm the fuck down from the images that flashed in his head.
"We stop fighting."
Izuku looked taken aback. "What?"
Then he narrowed his eyes, "You are Kacchan right? The same Kacchan that sent a tornado of fire to my land?"
Heh, that had been a fun time. At least until the shitty (cute) greennette sent a goddamn tsunami of dead fish back.
"Ha?! What the fuck's with that question?"
"You didn't answer my question."
"I don't fucking need to do anything, dickface."
"Ah, yup, there's the overly-inflated ego of my Kacchan."
"Bitch." Fuck, what the hell? Where'd the asshole get from calling Katsuki his?
Izuku rolled his eyes and splayed back on the floor, not noticing how crimson eyes raked across the exposed sliver of skin the ruffled yukata showed.
Katsuki was torn between beating the shit out of his shitty genes and pouncing on the delicious meal before him.
In the end, he chose to make a reminder to drop by his old man's place and scream at his old hag. He's also kind of proud of his self-restraint.
"Well, I just didn't expect you to be so," Izuku waved his hand, "easily pushed over, you know?"
Katsuki crushed the sliding panel, crimson eyes glowing into slits.
"What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Say?"
Izuku muffled a laugh, amusement swirling in green eyes. "Now who's the deaf one, huh, Kacchan?"
He growled, cracks appearing at his feet. Izuku got up from his sprawled position but only partially, still resting back on his arms. He lazily flashed a smile, teeth showing, but Katsuki wasn't fooled; he could literally smell the anticipation for a fight from the little shit.
Their show of arms lasted for a solid mortal minute before Izuku huffed, flopping back down. Katsuki puffed up a bit, proud for winning that round.
"I don't want to lose my people, Kacchan."
Izuku had never sounded weak whenever he exchanged blows with the fire god, so the change made the other focus on him.
"They're mine. Mine. They've remained so, so sweetly loyal. I don't want them to go to some fool who would lead them to their deaths," Izuku took a shuddering breath, steeled green eyes looking at crimson. "And I'm sure you feel the same for yours."
Katsuki gritted his teeth but couldn't refute. He hated how his first impulse when that stupid heterochromatic bastard gave his threat was to tear his throat out and rip out his insides and feed it to demons.
Yeah, being a hybrid demon-god made him a little violent, so what?
That was his first impulse before the rational part of his brain got a hold on him and put on the brakes with hey, hey hold on man, chill, think of your people.
"Why the fuck did you think I said we stop fighting, shitty Deku?" There was little bite in his words, and he plopped back against the screen divide.
A tense silence settled between them (which was awkward as fuck), which was so unlike their usual encounters filled with snarls, quips, and insults.
And Katsuki hated awkward.
So he got them out of that.
"Ow! Son of a– What the hell, Kacchan?!"
The best solution to an awkward situation tried and tested by Bakugous: throw the nearest shit at them so they'll end it by getting pissed off.
The fire god grinned, throwing another piece of the broken divider with pinpoint precision.
Izuku growled, hands as fast as lightning in catching the projectile, crushing it into dust.
Fuuck, why the hell did that make his throat dry? If it wasn't for his incredible self-control, he'd have whined– fucking whined!– at the display of strength.
Sheesh, he really needed to yell at his old hag.
"Ugh! Can't you stop acting like a kid for once, Kacchan?"
"I don't know, Deku. Can't you stop acting like a useless piece of shit?"
Well, not fighting seems to be working well.
When Izuku came back from one of his leisure strolls through Green Valley (unseen, duh), there was something slumped at the steps of his shrine.
Well, more like someone?
The someone was snoring like a tank, their shark-like teeth gleaming, distracting him from the vivid spiky red hair. Black sharp vine-like markings converged on their face, with the rest of the exposed body adorned with deep red– almost black– scales. Some flame-brands oozed familiar energy as they snaked across the mystery being's torso. The only material adornments on them were golden bangles on their wrists and a pair of orange hakama that hung loosely.
"Um... hello?"
The snoring continued.
Izuku sighed and stepped closer. He bit his lip, nervous, before placing his hand on the snorer's shoulder to wake them up.
Okay, so maybe he shouldn't have approached an unknown being (a demon, if he was guessing correctly) and touched it. After all, his mother literally gave him hour-long lectures about his stupid curiosity.
Whoops.
The demon's eyes snapped open, blazing red with emerald green cores. And Izuku would've lost a hand if he wasn't a god when those shark teeth snapped at him.
SLAP
"Wuh?"
"Oh crap, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" This was an all-time low. Wow. Izuku could literally hear his mother's disappointed stare burrowing into the back of his head ugh.
He gave a sheepish smile to the dazed demon who was rubbing their cheek.
"Uh, I'm sorry! Again! I was just surprised, you know? I mean, I get back to my shrine and there's an unknown demon on my steps, sleeping. And then I tried waking you up but you kept snoring so I was going to shake you awake but then your teeth–"
"Oh man! It's cool bro! 'S my bad!" The demon grinned at him. Ooh, Izuku liked this one.
The rain god returned a smile and winced at seeing the swollen cheek. He blushed in embarrassment and gestured at it.
"Uh, if you want, I can...?"
With a confused but trusting smile (oh no, this demon was adorable), the demon remained still as Izuku brushed his fingers against the inflamed area, cooling it until it was back to normal.
"Woah! Bro, that's awesome! Thanks, Midoriman!"
Izuku blinked owlishly. "You know me?"
"Yeah, bro!" The demon grinned, standing up. Izuku didn't notice it before, but it was tall– tall enough that he had to look up.
"Name's Kiri– uh," The demon grimaced at the almost slip, "Um... Kiri! Yeah! That's me!"
Ugh, where did this adorable demon come from? Izuku wants to adopt this puppy-like shark who almost, foolishly, revealed a point of weakness (not that he would take advantage!)
"Hm, okay then, Kiri!" The demon breathed a sigh of relief at the name, "Mind telling me what you're doing at my shrine and how you know me?"
It wasn't a threat. Well, Izuku didn't mean it to be. But his friends did tell him that sometimes his unnerving bright green eyes became scary as hell (their words, not his).
Kiri tensed but shrugged his flight instinct off. He had a mission, after all.
"Oh! Bakubro sent me to give you a gift."
"Baku– You mean, Kacchan? A gift?" Izuku narrowed his eyes, "And how do I know you're not lying?"
Kiri raised his hands placatingly, a broad, friendly grin still on his face (and maybe Izuku softened at that shut up).
"Woah, Midoribro, just chill man. He literally told me it's a gift that I should give before he explode my ass off to hell."
Izuku snorted. That sounded like the red-eyed annoying (delicious) fire god.
The two of them hadn't exchanged terrors at the other's towns in mortal months, and he was incredibly bored (and maybe slightly hurt that he was being ignored, perhaps).
"Well?" He showed his palm at Kiri, "Where is it then? God, I swear if this is another joke I–"
"Here he is!"
He?
Then a child stepped out from behind Kiri (where did he come from?), shaggy black hair obscuring almost half of his face. His hands were clenched at his heko-obi. Izuku would've thought the boy was human if it weren't for the pair of small stubbed horns sticking out from his hair.
"Kiri, what–"
"Well, job's done! Nice meeting you, man! You're more adorable than what Bakugou's been saying!"
"Hey, wait–"
Aaand there goes the puppy-like demon. Now he's just awkwardly standing in front of a child that was apparently Kacchan's present for him.
After assessing the boy, Izuku's brows shot upward.
Huh, he was a jidou. Wait, did Kacchan really send a shrine assistant to me? Really? I'm not dreaming one of those weird lucid dreams again, am I–
"Oi."
The child stepped forward, hands now clenched at the sides. Izuku was snapped out of his thoughts, and– still riding on the high of Kacchan's present– he smiled and held out a hand at the boy.
"Hi there! I'm Mido–"
CRUNCH
"Fuuu–" In moments, he was down, tears at the corner of his eyes, hands clutching at his family jewels.
The child– no, demon grinned evilly at him.
"Bakugou says 'peace', idiot."
Red eyes stared at unwavering brown ones.
They've been locked in a staring competition since Katsuki came back from one of his night patrols and was greeted by fucking Pink Cheeks.
So, around a couple hours at most.
(Fuck you, he's not getting teary-eyed. It's just windy tonight, assholes)
Speaking of wind...
"Oi, fucker. Stop that."
"Stop what?"
Katsuki's eye twitched when another pinpoint gust of air hit it.
"That, asshole."
Ochako grinned, "That what, Bakugou?"
He was about to singe off the goddess' stupid thick eyebrows just for the heck of it, but Pink Cheeks seemed to have better sense.
"Hey, hey, alright!" She held her hands up, eyes fucking finally blinking. "You win Bakugou. No need to twist your panties over it."
"WHAT– YOU SHITHEAD!"
Manicured fingers blew away the dark red, almost black, infernal flames that were dancing along his feet, racing to burn burn burn.
Katsuki gritted his teeth at the show of power, and his fangs threatened to pierce his lips.
All the while, the air goddess looked so fucking smug.
Uraraka Ochako was one of the shitty extras he'd been forced to acknowledge back when he stayed in his old man's district in Tokyo, and the goddess' family dropped by. She had taken none of his bullshit since day one and challenged him to a fight when he was terrorizing one too many mortals.
Of course, he fucking won. Who the hell do you fuckers think he was?
Still, she put up a good fight, and they begrudgingly (99% resistant on Katsuki's part) remained respected colleagues.
He hadn't seen her in a while, though.
(Katsuki throws to hell the voice that insisted he missed her because fuck no)
Pink Cheeks was garbed in a kimono of black, white, and pink colors that moved like a spring breeze. The design was a scene in itself; of sakura petals and flowers blooming and flying away, with black tendrils snatching them midair to disappear within the hems. There was a pinwheel tucked in her hair, enchanted to spin eternally, with a couple of furin hanging by her obijime.
Seeing those furin just ticked him off since the sounds reminded him of a particular asshole who loved making out with cold soba.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Round Face? Miss getting beaten on your ass?"
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Not everyone's a masochist like your people, Bakugou."
She ignored his protest that it ain't his fault the mortal fuckers grew to like pain, rummaging something from her kimono.
"Izu-kun asked me to give something to you, idiot."
Katsuki spluttered, mind slamming on brakes.
"Izu-kun? What the fuck? You close to Deku?" Ochako raised her brow at the aggressive (not possessive, dammit) tone before shrugging.
"Deku? Uh, if you mean Izuku, then yeah. We met a while back when his family dropped by Nagasaki and we kept in touch a couple times since then."
Katsuki was still processing the fact that fucking Pink Cheeks called the stupid (cute) rain god Izu-kun when she grinned.
"Ohhhh, oh my god this is rich."
"Ha? What the fuck are you sayin? Did those stupid windmills finally get your braincells?"
She didn't look perturbed by the insult, still sporting a knowing grin that Katsuki reaaally wanted to burn off.
"Hmmmm," Ochako grinned, manicured hands failing to cover her lips. "So it's UST, huh."
Now, Katsuki was fucking great. The genius of the goddamn millennia. He knew a lot of shit, and shit he didn't know; he learned in a blink.
So he's the greatest.
And he sure as fuck doesn't like it when Pink Cheeks, out of all the stupid extras, looked at him like she knew something he didn't and used words he had no idea what the fuck it was.
Like, what the hell was UST?
Now, son, just breathe, okay? In and out.
Haha, yeah, fuck no, old man.
His eyes turned into slits, fangs bared, and the ground was shaking with the heat of the earth threatening to burst forth to answer his call.
"YOU MAKING FUN OF ME, ASSHOLE?! YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN ME, FUCKFAC–"
Then the bitch chucked something at his face.
Thank fuck it was dead at night, and no one saw him fumble like an idiot with the something– wait, was this–
"A fireball? What the hell?"
"It's Izuku's gift, Bakugou. He took a really long time finding it for you."
Katsuki was supposed to listen to his instincts that screamed 'sus' at that, but it was drowned out by the sudden rapid beating of his heart and the flutter in his chest.
Oh shit, was this what those humans called a heart attack? What the hell, how'd that even work? He didn't even have a fucking heart.
Ochako snorted at the enamored look the fire god had as he cradled the gift in his hands like it was precious fallen stardust.
She shook her head and began walking away, the wind picking up until she was flying and out of sight.
Katsuki didn't even notice she left because the fireball was pretty as fuck. It was almost as big as his head and spluttered cutely (what the fuck why was he so sappy) with its orange-golden flames.
He felt smug at the gift and maybe– just a fucking maybe– guilty that he sent that little shit of a demon to terrorize Deku. Even he was terrorized by the nasty rain demon.
The fireball glowed, its flames rising, and Katsuki leaned in closer to inspect it–
"GWAAAAAAARGH!"
It was a head.
A fucking human head– an onryou who screamed bloody murder in his face.
In less than a second flat, he crushed it in his hands. For good measure, he stomped on it too until the fires were gone and the night was dark again.
Red eyes glowed with fury in the night.
"That motherfucker."
There were no more weird happenings in Green Valley and Red Lion.
No unprecedented rain showers in the dry land and no cloudless days in the valleys.
So the people went back to their relatively peaceful lives; some to stuffy cubicles from morning to night, some to classrooms and gyms, some riding bicycles to deliver all sorts of trinkets.
Relatively peaceful, anyway.
Because Green Valley could hear– their mortals ears unable to understand the words– all sorts of noises from their shrine. Some days it would be laughter, and some days it seemed like something angered their god.
They were confused. But so was Red Lion.
Even though they were used to their god's mood swings, it was out of character to hear noise from the ordinarily quiet shrine. Some thought, at first, that some robbers or orphans had raided it.
But when the caretakers came to inspect, not a single soul was there, save for the perpetual lighted candle in the shrine proper. And when they left, the sounds came back; growls, howling laughter, and angry hisses.
The people of Green Valley and Red Lion were at unease, some not able to sleep out of anxiety and fear.
So some prayed.
.
.
And their prayers were answered.
Just not in the way they expected.
Everyone's soft for kiri fight me. Fyi izuku's gift is something called Kechibi (けち火), which is literally a fireball with a human face inside
I'll maybe write some smut scenes in later chapters cuz of Bakugou's horny demon lineage. Maybe (most definitely, who am i kidding)
Characters:
Kirishima Eijirou - samebito 鮫人 (shark humanoid demon; right-hand of Katsuki)
Izumi Kota - amefurikozou 雨降小僧/雨降り小僧 (boy rain demon; shrine assistant)
Uraraka Ochako - Air Goddess (patron of Nagasaki)
Vocab:
Hakama 袴 - trousers but traditional Japanese ver
Jidou 侍童/児童 - a child employed by the nobility
Kimono きもの/着物 - national dress of jp
Furin 風鈴 - trad jp summer wind chimes
Obijime 帯締め - a decorative string/sash used to tie the obi
Onryou 怨霊 - a vengeful spirit/ghost