#his pain tolerance isn't that good either

[blitzbuckz]

【𐂃】 ❝ HA! -- t' only thing he might outdo me is being a bigger babygirl. He couldn't wrangle a single hell hog! he made a total ass of himself, it was fuckin' hilarious. ❞ he had the video recording of it too, thanks to his hellhound daughter, but he digressed mentioning that. OR the time Moxxie almost botched up a mission when Blitz, temporarily, gave him permission to lead a hit. The smaller demon did have several skills ( especially with guns ) but -- he was mostly all brains && no brawn.

Having entertained the thought, the imp settled, sitting with crossed legs && tail swirling behind him. Seeming content around him for once. They were tossing topics he absolutely relished talking about -- so he couldn't help himself. to lower his defenses a tad bit.

❝ Really ? that's a shame. If y' were as bloodthirsty as I am -- y' would of loved workin' for I.M.P. We don't run a slaughterhouse, we help our clients obtain their vengeance -- their justice from whoever sent them to Hell in the first place. They make the hit, we carried it out, get paid 'n that's that. ❞ the assassin simply summarized, there was more to elaborate but -- for now, he made due with the rundown version.

" So you're saying there's more just like you around here somewhere, huh? And some that are even a better shot than you are, too? "

Childe wasn't sure he liked the idea of a 'business' whose sole goal was killing people off for a profit. He knew an operation like that wouldn't last a single day where he came from without some serious backlash, but his attention would still be piqued at the comment. Less so for the killing though and more at the prospect that there were more of Blitz's kind somewhere with even greater fighting skills than him!

If Blitz was already pushing the Harbinger to stay on his toes during their last confrontation, then how much more would this Moxxie challenge him in a one-on-one bawl?

" Now you've got me curious- " Childe would turn to face Blitz with less of an edge to his tone finally. " So, do you mind telling me more about this 'business' of yours then? You know I'm not asking so I can join your ranks or anything, but... "

" Just what does it take to get someone on the receiving end of your services? I doubt it's anything good, but you don't exactly remind me of someone who's out 'keeping the justice' or whatever. "

Though the real question he wanted answered was: how did he get a shot at taking on one of Blitz's best employees himself?

[tojistip]

The Doctor's Little Assistant.

ft. dottore !

sypnosis ; dottore rewards you for your hard efforts.

warnings ; top ! dottore , dottore is a warning himself , face fucking , power dynamics , boss n assistant relationships , degradation , slight praise , facials , light face slapping , lowkey rushed no bullying :'3

wc ; 1.6k. enjoy !!

Dottore's personal assistant. 

You're the only one allowed inside his lab, outside of his clones and his disgusting little lab-rats of course. You're one of the only ones he actually tolerates. You're always so good for him, tidying up his mess of an office when he doesn't ask and always bringing him extra coffee when you know he's running low on it.

He's almost certain he's not gonna kill you off like the others, he likes you.

He likes the way you immediately oblige like you even had a choice when he asks to experiment on you. "I'd be happy to, my lord." You say, giving him a smile and a nod. He knows that you're scared beneath your little act, he can just sense it, and he loves it. He gets off on your pain and fear, and he finds it amusing when you try to hold back your wails of pain. 

Dottore especially loves when you start to let tears run down your face because of how much it hurts. You're left trembling, sniffling every couple seconds as he unstraps you from the vivisection table, but you would be lying if you said there wasn't a part of you that secretly enjoys it. He's a sick and twisted sadist, and you like it.

He thinks you're so pretty with your tear stained face and ruined makeup. He just shakes his head when you complain about it as if you weren't the one crying.

Maybe if you had let him remove your tear glands and ducts it wouldn't be an issue.

Dottore brings you to the fatui meetings too, he knows it's not allowed but he could care less. when Pierro reminds him that, "Anyone who isn't apart of the ranks, is strictly not allowed into the meetings." Dottore ignores him, and he keeps you right by his side, and when he can see your legs getting tired, he orders you to sit on his lap. He doesn't care when you get embarrassed, and he certainly doesn't care that his co-workers look at you two either, his sadistic smile only grows larger.

"You've been a very obedient girl as of recent, haven't you." It was an observation, but you still nod your head as if he just asked you a question while you try to avoid looking at his face. "Stupid little thing. Look at me when I talk to you." Dottore growls. He grabs your jaw with a vice like grip to make you look up at him and even though you can't see his eyes, you can still feel them on you. It feels like all the air has been knocked out of your lungs and you're quick to mutter out an apology. "Of course, my lord.. 'm sorry." 

"Good girl." He praises as he pulls his gloved hand away from your jaw. "I'd say an award is in order, hm?" He says as he starts walking over to a swivel chair that's behind you. You want to follow him but in fear of being disobedient, you stay frozen in place. As he sits down, he calls out your name and you're quick to turn around to face him. 

"Crawl to me."

You stand there for a moment, processing his words, feeling the heat slowly creeping into your cheeks. "Yes, my lord," you manage to spit out. Despite the embarrassment, you comply, dropping to your knees and then shifting onto all fours, moving toward him as instructed. Each movement is deliberate, the anticipation building with every inch closer to him. Finally, you find yourself between his legs, facing him on your knees, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you settle between Dottore's legs, your heart begins to race due to anticipation. You can feel his gaze piercing through you and it sends shivers down your entire body as you wait for his next command.

Dottore smirks, relishing in the control he holds over you. "Always so good," he murmurs, his voice laced with dark amusement. "You know exactly how to please me." You lower your gaze, feeling the weight of his words like chains around your neck. "Thank you, my lord," you mumble obediently, your voice barely above a whisper.

His smirk only widens as he looks down at you, reveling in the power he holds. His gloved hand reaches out, fingers curling under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. The leather feels cold and unyielding against your skin. "You look good on your knees," he muses, his tone dripping with sadistic undertones. "Maybe I should make you my desk pet."

You whine and swallow hard at the suggestion, feeling a mix of fear and excitement coil in your belly. "Please," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly and truthfully you don't even know what you're asking for. The way he looks down upon you, like he knows you're inferior to him, sends shivers down your spine.

He releases your chin and leans back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly to give you more room. "You know what to do," he commands, his voice cold and demanding. "Show me how compliant you really are, love."

Oh fuck.

The pet name almost kills you and it makes your breath hitch. You nod anyway, reaching up with shaky hands to unbuckle his belt. You can feel Dottore watching you as you do so and you can feel your face burning with embarrassment. But you push through, determined to please him.

As you pull down his trousers, you're met with the sight of his cock straining against his boxers. it sends a jolt of arousal through you, and you can't let out a soft moan at the sight. Dottore's chuckle is low and menacing, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. "Come on," he urges, his voice low and almost taunting. "You know better than to keep me waiting."

You comply and pulling down his boxers, freeing his cock and you can't take your eyes off of it. You lean in, pressing a tentative kiss to the tip and licking a long stripe up the side. Dottore's grip on your hair tightens, and he lets out a breath of approval. "Good girl," he murmurs. "Now take me in your mouth,"

You comply almost instantly. You open your mouth, taking his cock in slowly with your tongue swirling around the tip. Him in general but especially the taste of him is intoxicating, and you can feel the heat between your legs growing with each passing second. You hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper, and his low groan of pleasure spurs you on.

Dottore's other hand joins the first, holding your head steady as you bob up and down. "Such a whore," he degrades, his voice laced with arousal. "You take me so well. You were made for this, weren't you?"

You moan around his cock, the vibrations making him hiss. His voice and his words a thrill through you, and you try taking him deeper into your mouth, wanting nothing more than to please him. Your pace quickens, your movements becoming more desperate as you lose yourself in the task.

Dottore's grip tightens painfully, and he thrusts his hips up, forcing himself deeper into your throat. "This is what you wanted, hm." He says, and though it was a statement, you still try to nod your head stupidly. In the process you gag, tears springing to your eyes, but you don't stop and neither does he. "That's right, gag on it." His groans grow louder, his breathing becoming more ragged. "You're so pathetic."

Your eyes water as you look up at him, the tears only serving to heighten his pleasure as he loves to see you cry. He smirks down at you, his thumb brushing away a tear that escapes down your cheek. "Pretty little thing.." He murmurs. "Take it, take it deeper."

He holds you there for a moment longer before finally releasing your head. You pull back, gasping for air, your lips swollen and wet with saliva. His chest is heaving up and down while you wrap your hands around the length of his cock. "I'm gonna cum," he groans, "Gonna paint your pretty face."

 Dottore pries your hands away from his cock and begins to stroke himself. You whine at the sight in front of you. "Please," you breathe out. He scoffs in amusement before slapping the tip of his cock on your cheek. "Open your mouth."

You instantly obey, looking up at him and sticking your tongue out. You're gross and messy right now but you know he likes seeing you ruined, especially if he's the cause. You're watching him stroke his cock from above you, pressing his thumb to the swollen and leaking tip. 

Your needy whines must've been just what Dottore needed to drive him over the edge. He groans as he reaches his climax and his free hand reaches for your jaw with a tight grip to hold you in place. Thick ropes of cum soon cover not only your chest, but your face and tongue as well. You keep your mouth open in an attempt and in hope to catch more of his cum on your tongue.

As soon as he comes down from his high, his hand comes down to slap your cheek and command you to swallow the bits that landed in your mouth. You oblige. He takes one more good look at you before tucking himself back into his boxers and pulling his pants up. "Clean yourself up." He spits coldly, and you nod. "Yes, my lord."

"When you're done, there's some paperwork I need you to get from The Regrator's office. Once you get it, bring it back here and I'll reward you once more."

[kiame-sama]

Just started my period and everything hurts! How do you think each Dorm Leader (Or Dorm Leaders of your choice) would handle a Reader who started her period and suffers agonizing cramps, migraines, back pain, very tender breasts and sudden mood swings

I unluckily suffer from PMDD and become an emotional hurricane, but I always feel a little better whenever I read any of your older or newer works

Warnings; different dorm leaders and their different upbringings, menstrual cycle, yandere behavior, manipulative behavior, hints to a potential poly relationship with Rook reader and Vil, some platonic yandere behavior,

- Riddle is not sure how to broach this subject in the slightest. He may have had his mother, but that doesn't mean she communicated her cycle or educated him on it. He will look to Trey for help on the matter when a simple invitation to tea results in an unusually tearful response from you. Trey- being the older brother he is- will be first to offer comfort food before pulling a confused and slightly offended Riddle to the side. Riddle turns red from something other than anger as Trey gives the vaguest of explanations as to your current state.

- Riddle chooses to let Trey field most of the focus, trying to learn from his friend on how to best handle the situation. He becomes increasingly concerned as he learns about your back pain and migraines, deciding that he needs to learn what he can about your apparent condition. This will lead to a sleepless night of research and pestering Trey for information.

- Come the next day, Riddle is doing everything in his power to make you feel comfortable, going as far as to invite you to stay in his room in Heartslabyul while you are feeling so pained. Don't worry, he will sleep on the couch. He is a gentleman after all. Riddle insists. While you are in Heartslabyul he will pamper you to no end with sweets and good food. Whatever pain meds you need, he's getting them for you and he will hear no talk of repaying him.

- He needs this first time to go well so he can get you back time and time again into his care. He needs you to need him and he will do what he can to create that reliance on his care.

- Leona knows before you do. He has a superior sense of smell and will know your hormones are off long before the physical impact actually hits. You're going to wake up that first morning to Ruggie tiredly shoving things into your arms, saying something about Leona insisting he do it that moment. The next few days will be a lot of the same, from various gifts to comforts and essentials. Poor Ruggie isn't the only one who will be dragged into this either. Jack will be showing his face a few times as well with more things from Leona, embarrassed as he shoves the items into your arms and promptly flees.

- If you do see Leona any time during this, he speaks gently to you and will check in on you. He's not going to push if you don't want to tell him, but he will increase the gifts if he thinks you are suffering in any way. He will be pulling you from class to nap with him, using himself like a heating pad for you, and he will tolerate any anger or sorrow you throw at him with little more than vague frustration. He's trying to help you, herbivore, stop fighting him on this already.

- You eat like a king, Leona ensures it. There is no room to argue with him or insist you don't need/want his gifts. You're getting them regardless and you will keep getting them. No arguing or complaining will move him on this matter. It is common courtesy in the Sunset Savana to take care of the female aligned in the kingdom as needed, which also means in times of hormonal imbalance. He sees it as a basic politeness which is why he can't understand if you argue with him over it.

- If you get weepy he will clam up a bit, not used to handling these things gracefully. You'll be able to coerce him into cuddling you if you ask him while in this upset state. He'll be a little stiff until he relaxes into it, making it clear to you that he's not going to let you suffer without at least trying to help you.

- Floyd smells the blood on you first, confused and frustrated when you snap at him for what was meant to be a lighthearted comment about sharks in the water. Jade is more intrigued by your change in temper and attitude as you typically put up with Floyd better than most. These reports back to Azul are concerning and he decides to bribe the little monster you insist on keeping with you Grim with tuna for answers.

- What he is greeted with is a slew of information he isn't entirely sure he wanted, but it did give insight into you and your behavior. He keeps Jade and Floyd on your case to garner what information he can about your well-being as he studies up on this odd affliction you endure.

- Azul being Azul decides to write up a contract for you that looked like a god-send on the outside. From ensured pain-medication, to comfort food, all the way to taking notes in class for you, it is promised for every cycle you endure. Naturally, the fine print emphasizes a reliance on Azul during these times and an agreement to only come to Azul for help. Not to mention the 'Boyfriend clause' that extends the contract indefinitely if it's use exceeds six months, automatically granting Azul status as your boyfriend as added collateral for him due to the continuation of the contract.

- No, he won't be disclosing all of this outright, you should read your contracts better. He will be encouraging you to sign rather eagerly, already ready to be your Achilles heel if he needs to be. Just sign and make him the happiest cephalopod ever. Please. You need to sign.

- He is confused and worried all at once because throwing parties is not fixing your tears fast enough! How is he supposed to smile and laugh if you look like you're in pain like that? You are in pain? Why didn't you say so earlier?!

- Kalim is falling over himself trying to get you everything you could possibly need and then everything you don't possibly need on top of it all. He knows you're a bit dubious about staying in Scarabia, but he wants you close so he can make sure you feel okay! What kind of friend would he be if he left you laying in agony and so unwell?

- Jamil is already anticipating cooking meals for both you and Kalim during these times, wanting to also aid you in some regard. Where it is a duty to serve Kalim, Jamil is fond of you and what you have done for him as a person in his own right. He doesn't like the idea of Kalim getting all of the credit as per usual, but he knows you appreciate his care as well.

- Kalim tries very hard to help, but it will ultimately be Jamil who is of greater use to you. Still, Kalim hopes his attempts at making you smile somewhat cheered you up! So long as you are okay, he is happy.

- Oh, is that all? Vil has worked with others who have menstrual cycles quite a bit in the industry and some bad critics have likely called him a pmsing priss anyway. He gets that it is not a fun time and he will be much more understanding of times you have an ill temper with him. He will also be the graceful comfort for when you can't hold back tears anymore.

- You will be doing spa days with him and he will try to keep you hydrated during your cycle, providing pain meds as needed. He will be so kind as to put Rook on retrieval duty for whatever you need during this time (though Rook volunteered to do it in the first place).

- Spending it alone in worn down Ramshackle? I think not! Vil will absolutely be moving you into his room for the duration of your cycle and he will hear no complaints on the matter. You will be expected to participate in the nightly skincare routine with him and he will graciously share his products with you (and you are going back to Ramshackle with products as well). He will share the bed with you- don't misunderstand him, he will not be taking advantage of your state in that way- because it is his bed and he is being so gracious as to impress you with the life he can provide to you give you comfort in your time of need, why should he take lower quality when he can share?

- Rook will beg you to allow him to be your faithful servant at these times, enamored with the sight of Vil so happy with you and the beauty of the two of you together so domestically. If only he too could join in on the picturesque moment of domestic bliss you so flawlessly portray with beautiful Vil at your side. He will be more than a little eager to get anything you need him to retrieve. He is your faithful huntsman and you are his beloved trickster

- Oh shit, like IRL? Damn, well, the best Idia can offer is a stint in his room, taking classes virtually and having all the comforts he can possibly offer. You won't have to go anywhere, you can play games with him and binge sweets.

- You need a heating pad? He's already got it for you. You need some kind of massage? He wants to offer to do it but unless you ask, he won't have it in him to speak up about it. A fanboy can dream, right? Besides, a good several days with him, gaming and relaxing away from all that triggering ass social nonsense.

- He will not know how to handle tears and will completely panic, calling on Ortho to try and help. He has limited social grace but he will try to comfort you. Throw him a bone and tell him if you need him to just hold you or get you pain meds. Whatever you want, he will try to get for you as soon as he can, and if he can't get it, Ortho can.

- He hopes you'll let him crash on the bed with you, but he can get a cot too if you don't want a firey haired wierdo like him in the bed with you. If you do let him in the bed, he can't guarantee that he won't cuddle you (and he hopes his dakimakura of you stays hidden beneath the bed no matter what).

- Malleus is confused as to why his sweet child of man is in such disarray as of late. Surely he can aid you in some way? Perhaps even gain something from you in return for the gifts and boons he would grant you.

- Your pain is of great concern to him so he will be consulting Lilia on how best to treat your condition and soothe your unrest. Thankfully Lilia knows more about humans than Malleus and will be able to aid in your care. This caretaking will result in Lilia being more of a father figure to you because he can't help but enter that role when presented with a new charge to foster. Malleus is content to aid Lilia and learn from the elder Fae.

- Malleus intends to take over the care at some point, but he will have to fight Lilia for that right as Lilia becomes more than a little parental over time. Still, he will do what he can and use his magic as he sees fit to soothe you and give you peace.

- Lilia ensures this is not a one time thing as he will arrive right on schedule with your cycle next month to pick right back up where he began. Having already retrieved things to aid in your care. Malleus will be frustrated Lilia beat him to the task of caretaking, but he will resign himself to a partial caretaker for Lilia's sake. He is indulgent of the elder Fae and who would he be to tell Lilia to not care for his beloved child of man?

[thesummerestsolstice]

Elrond was never really Noldor. That was a given. Earendil was half-human and half-Vanyar for all intents and purposes, and Elwing? Please. She barely tolerated the Gondolindrim as it was. And it's not like Elrond looked Noldor– no, his face might as well have been carved in likeness of Luthien. In any case, as the other Noldor were quick to stress, the Feanorians hardly counted as kin to them, anymore. The kinslayers had their own strange ways, and neither their culture nor their actions could be taken as truly Noldor.

Elrond wasn't really Sindar, either. Sindar didn't speak with that accent, or do their hair like that, or dress that way. There were things that Sindar grew up knowing; rites of passage, dances, history. And the longer Elrond spent around the Sindar, the more it became clear that he simply wasn't one of them. And if they sometimes looked nervous or uncomfortable around him, if they avoided his songs or cringed at his swordsmanship. Well. Who could blame them?

It doesn't help that he isn't like the elves; that he needs more sleep and more food, that he gets ill, has to shave. It doesn't help that Elros spends almost all his time with the humans, makes it clear he isn't one of the elves and doesn't care what they think of him. It doesn't help that some of the strange things Elrond does– things that no elf or man could– lead the Maiar to fawn over him, to teach him how to harness his power. He's happy for it until he realizes that it's started to make some of the elves scared of him.

Things only start to get better when he drops any pretense of being Sindar or Noldor, to having a claim to any particular heritage. To learn a new accent that reveals nothing, to cut his hair short enough that he can't do the braids he's put in all his life, to dress like the elves around him. To bend his form into something elvish. Something more familiar.

It doesn't feel good, or honest, and it doesn't really bring him acceptance either. It's still better than the alternative

(This is kind of the dark counterpart to another one of my Elrond posts. Normally I think the elves are less cruel and more curious about Elrond's general incomprehensibility, but this feels like a very real possibility. There's a lot of pain there.)

[lan90]

Hi Hi! I have 3 questions I wanted to ask if it was ok!

the first one was what would the scenario be if Benji and Rowan were to coincidentally fall in love with the same person?

Is Rowan a family person if so how much kids would he want?

and 3 would be what would happen if his S/o was a supernatural like a demon or a hybrid?

Hello hello anon, I shall answer them all ✧

tw: yandere, jealousy, baby trapping, word count: 662

What if Benji and Rowen were to fall in love with the same person? Well... God save their poor soul. Benji and Rowen are the polar opposites of each other. If they were to fall for the same person, I don't think it would be possible for them to exist as a three. Once they find out that not only are they in love with the same person but they're both lunatics, it's inevitable they would try to kill each other. Ironically, they both believe they're trying to save their darling from this deranged individual.

Benji is brutal. Violence is the only option in his eyes if he were to have a love rival. Doesn't matter who Rowen is to you or how long you've known him, he's going down. Why is that man getting in the way of your relationship? Who does he think he is? He dreams about bringing any rival's head to the table and proving his devotion. That's the beauty of love, how far someone will go for their dearest.

On the other hand, Rowen is a bit smarter and would not resort to violence straight away, he would try other means such as chipping away at Benji's finances somehow and bringing him down slowly. Would hide you away entirely too. Of course, if there's no other way, he isn't against getting his hands dirty but he just doesn't want to see you upset. He would manipulate you into limiting your time outside (he would never let you be alone with him) his level of anxiety means he'll always be stalking you from a distance.

In other words, they're like cats and dogs.

2.) Is Rowen a family person if so how much kids would he want?

Definitely! He thinks almost religiously about how good his darling would look with his children and how precious it is to have a mini you running around. So cute so cute. He gets this weird cuteness aggression just thinking about it! Your hair, his eyes or whatever combination. It really doesn't matter as long as it's his child. How many kids is really up to you, one or several he's delighted to assist however he can :) Rowen never got to be around children, his twin sister had moved away and he was never close with his family but he would try very hard to be a good father. It's special - he thinks it would deepen the relationship too.

Now if you didn't want kids but you had the ability to reproduce... you're unfortunately very likely getting baby trapped.

3.) What would happen if his S/o was a supernatural like a demon or a hybrid?

Rowen would be so fascinated. This feeds more into his belief that you're a higher being and would make him worship you all the more. Rowen is so devoted to you, he'll do anything you ask him to. Do you want any type of sacrifice? He'll bring you as many bodies as you want! Rowen would kiss your feet and would be happy with whatever you do to him. Would not be able to keep his hands off you either. His darling is so cute and special.

Benji, on the other hand, is very intrigued but a learned man. If his darling was something beyond human, he'd tie them up and make sure they could never leave. Another thing is - he will be very curious about how their body reacts compared to that of a normal human being. Whether it be pain or pleasure tolerance, he'll take things to the very extreme. How you react to the touch of his fingers or to straight up to a knife. Boundaries are limited but he wouldn't kill you. You'd just be his little plaything he cherishes and comes home to.

[konigsblog]

How do you think König reacts to spicy food? My spice tolerance isn’t that great, but I love eating it anyways. The pain is worth it 😭❤️

i can relate, anon – i'm not very good when it comes to spicy food... although, i think könig is similar to you, in that, he's not very good at handling spice but eats it regardless.

whenever he's eating something spicy – even like a snack, like takis – he'll have a gallon of milk beside him, his eyes watering, coughing, and his cheeks flushed. he'll deny it, of course... yes, he can absolutely handle spice, what are you talking about?! although, his teary eyes give it away, and his laboured breathing isn't helping either... 🤭

[cambion-companion]

First of all, hi! Hope you're having a good day/afternoon/night!

Ok, so, since ficlets requests are open, this is something that has been on my mind for a few days now and it's like Tav/Reader doing horn care to Raphael's horns like polishing them or just appreciating this man's horns because i...i love them (don't know if this makes sense but yeah)

FAM! I have been WANTING to write something like this for so long now, thank you for giving me an excuse hehehe you know how much I love his horns!

Horn Balm a balm for horniness

Raphael x gn!reader

Having a cambion between your thighs was certainly an item never on your bucket list. However, you couldn't complain.

The water, soft and warm as liquid silk, surrounded the both of you. The heat from Raphael's cherry skin soaking nicely into the muscles of your legs as he sat below you, his back turned so you were unable to see his bemused expression.

"Just sit still." You pressed your calves either side of his shoulders and scooted close, thrilling at his proximity. "I had to chase down the merchant for this, especially after describing who it was for."

"Did you now?" Raphael relaxed marginally, leaning back again until you had to maneuver your upper body so as to not get brained by one of his horns. "I do not recall requesting such a delightful service. Horn balm is a far cry from a crown after all., little mouse."

"It's a start." You muttered and squeezed your legs a little vindictively, earning yourself a low chuckle from the cambion. "You could just say thanks." You dipped your fingers into the tin and spread the oily substance between them experimentally.

Raphael's hand rose, dripping water along your leg as he traced a finger lazily up your skin causing you to shiver. "I could, but that would be quite unlike me. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Hmm." You were too busy beginning to tentative work of spreading the balm along the rough edges of his horns. "Stop moving."

Raphael had taken a quick inhale through his nose, the frown evident in his voice now. "What potent smell is that?"

"You're one to speak of potent smells, mister musk."

"I am beyond your reproach, my dear." Raphael moved his head again, causing you to curse as a sharp edge of his horn nicked your thumb.

Hearing your little gasp of pain, Raphael took your wrist and pulled the injured hand over his shoulder to inspect. "A rose would have done greater damage." He kissed the drop of blood off your skin and released you, keeping his head held still this time. "Continue."

"I thought the smell wasn't agreeable." You moved your feet languidly in the warm bathwater, enjoying the teasing banter, returning to your work of massaging the oil into Raphael's horns.

"It isn't. However, your presence here is. For the moment."

That softened you. Your fingers traced every curve and ridge until the slick balm soaked in. His horns proved far more porous than you'd initially thought they'd be.

You had often admired the shape of the cambion's horns, thinking in many ways they resembled a crown. A slight dusting of red pigment covered them, like fine powder left too long upon the otherwise dark surface. Quite like the man himself, his horns were beautiful and alluring yet dangerous to handle as had already been demonstrated.

"Enjoying yourself?" Raphael cut into your silent thought, drawing your attention back to the present.

"It's tolerable." You lied, quite unwilling to tell him the truth of your enjoyment. Though the prickle up your spine intuited he already knew.

Raphael chuckled then reached up to remove your hands from his horns, imperiously signaling for you to be done. "I deem that to be quite enough for the present."

You disentangled yourself and slid into the bathing pool next to him, sighing as the water enveloped you. Raphael conjured a mirror and admired your handiwork for a moment. He raised a brow. "I owe you my thanks." He stretched his arms and wings along the side of the bath, sinking a little lower. "You're so eager to please me. I normally do not allow such gestures of...service." His head tilted a little as those familiar hellfire eyes scanned you. "However, you inspire indulgence in unprecedented ways."

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Alrighty! @number-one-shadisper-shipper and I binged the Knuckles series today, so time for thoughts! SPOILER ALERT.

I'll admit the show wasn't perfect. I've seen the negative reviews, and I kinda get where they come from. BUT! I did enjoy this show greatly! And I'm not here to complain. Time for some happy thoughts, y'all! 💙🤩

I think you need to have a love, not just tolerance, for the SCU in order to properly enjoy this show. I do have such, so I had a lot of fun with it.

There were definitely scenes from every episode that had me either squealing, laughing, crying, or flipping out. But my favorite was likely the first episode, because come on, we saw the Wachowski family! Most of them, anyway! While I missed Tom's presence, I was grateful for that comment from Maddie about him being "out of town," so he wasn't just gone for no reason.

The SECOND it showed our three space babies hanging out together in their room?! I SCREAMED. THE BOYS!!!!

Tails sitting on his bed tinkering with one of his gizmos, Sonic rocking out to music with an air guitar, and Knuckles exercising from one of the ceiling planks. IT'S THEM!!! They're just hanging out, doing their thing, looking oh so much like brothers. And Sonic's narration at the beginning was GOLD. 🤣💙

Even though we didn't get enough of Maddie being a parent, we definitely got a nice chunk for it only lasting part of an episode. Maddie called Knuckles "one of our kids" (that had me SCREECHING). The angry mama vibes were GOLDEN. 🤣 The way she made breakfast for them, the "Boys, breakfast is ready!" I love the normalcy of it! Can't wait to see more in the future! (Her calling to them with "boys" is somehow just the sweetest thing and I'm melting.)

The poor mailman being like "I just wanna go home, man" 🤣

We were right, fellas, Knuckles had no idea what being grounded meant. 🤣 Although the way Sonic piped up with "Oh, I definitely know what it means," has me suspecting that Sonic himself has gotten grounded a decent amount before. 😂

Knuckles trying to talk back, and Maddie going, "ExCUSE ME?!" then just making those tiny, terrifying noises and Sonic being like "Bro don't mess with Mom when she's mad" (okay, he didn't say "mom" and that made me sad, but the mom vibes were 110% there so I'm here for it). 😂 And since Knuckles snuck out and later Wade said, several times, "Aren't you grounded?" seems to confirm that this entire show is basically what Knuckles does when he's grounded. 🤣 Although ... his comment about not being able to be grounded because he had no home made me very sad. 😭

I did not have an issue with so much Wade screentime! Sure, he isn't my favorite SCU character, but I love what this show did with him! I'd already seen his moments in the movies (like nearly shooting Robotnik in the face with an actual handgun). I like how they gave him actual family issues; a dad who abandoned him and his family, a realistic sister, a mom. Bad family memories. Awkward reunions. They could've made it a joke, but they didn't, and I greatly appreciate that. Especially since I've witnessed firsthand how painful family separations can be. 😔

All the emotional talks Wade and Knuckles had caught me off guard in the best way! The way they talked about their different family issues, the way they talked of betrayal from friends, and being left alone, hit way harder than I was prepared for. Especially that talk they had at the burger place in the middle of the night? Oof. Good talk right there.

Also, even though they took a "show don't tell" take with it, I loved how Knuckles relaxed more and more throughout the show. In the beginning, he couldn't rest, he couldn't sit back and have a genuine good time. But the more he hung out with Wade and his family, the more he learned. He learned about music and found "his jam" (that was literally amazing btw). He watched movies with Mrs. Whipple and ate snacks in the hotel room in Reno and watched more movies. He had his teenager moments of rolling his eyes and rebelling, but he was so well portrayed here, I loved it. I felt for him.

Despite the bizarre nature of the episode "Flames of Disaster," (we were cracking up so hard) I'm trying to glean bits of the truth of Knuckles's story from the crazy musical play that Pachacamac put on in Wade's dream. I mean, "Longclaw" and her tribe were there, and ... what the heck was that giant demon thing?! Iblis?! Does our Knuckles Wachowski have an actual history with freaking Iblis?!?! 😱🔥

I was deeply intrigued by the two main antagonists, especially at the implication that G.U.N. did seem to exist before the events of the first movie?! Did it exist, get disbanded after the Maria incident, then get reformed?! My brain is exploding. 🤯 I was even more shocked that they apparently died? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, the Wachowski kids don't seem to have much qualms about getting rid of the baddies for good as the game versions do. That was a terrifying phenomenon, what happened with the two rings. 🫣

And then the Buyer getting crushed by the giant glass ball 👀

Although in those last two episodes, I admit I was freaking out and legitimately near tears at Wade's seemingly having to "betray" Knuckles. Before the reveal that all was in good communication, all I could think was how relaxed Knuckles finally seemed, chilling in the hotel room, being excited about whatever Wade wanted to "show" him, questioning whether it was a song, him declaring that he was going to bring his favorite hat, 🥹 all I could think was of their previous discussions about betrayal from friends and family, and when Knuckles called Wade "my friend" right before the elevator doors closed, I just about sobbed. I was like "please, don't let him be betrayed, don't let him have come all this way and relaxed so much only to get 'betrayed' once again by someone he's come to consider a friend." 😭 We heaved a HUGE sigh of relief when it revealed he was aware of the trap the whole time. 😪

Maternal instincts went nuts when he got so badly hurt in that final battle 😭 I literally reached for the screen several times and was right back to almost weeping 🥲 And someone tell me I wasn't the only one noticing the parallel in that scene with Wade standing in front of his unconscious body the way Tom did with Sonic in the first movie. That, PLUS Knuckles's epic comeback, and his retrieval of his own power?!?! EPIC!!!!

The ending was abrupt, sure, but the pure joy on Knuckles's face after everything as he jumped up to high five Wade was just too sweet. 🥹

So yes, even though I would have loved just a little more, a return to Green Hills, a reunion with Maddie, Sonic, and Tails, I adored this show. It was a wild ride, full of laughs, tears, excited screeching, etc. 💙💛❤️ I don't care what anyone says, nothing will make me hate it.

[salty-an-disco]

My voices' abilities, mainly in my Heathens AU, but also something I usually give to them in general:

Hero: mild shapeshifting between his different routes forms (not smth he can control and intrisincally linked to his facets); some emotion manipulation abilities, usually manifesting as his own emotions being projected into the air around him (fear, anxiety, happiness, determination, etc)—also not very good at controlling it, it usually just kinda Happens

Contrarian: Surprisingly resilient, since the skin under his feathers is made of a rubbery material and his bones might as well not exist for how much they seem to affect him; additionally, body has some elastic properties—can contort themselves to all kinds of weird positions; changes saturation (and, more rarely, the colors themselves) based on mental state

Cheated: Regenerative abilities; her body is made out of a hard material that can easily be reattached if it breaks off (not without pain though); can still control any limb that gets cut off, and the phantom sensation they leave behind helps him find them if they get lost

Skeptic: incredible far-sight vision (not as good near-sighted); intuitively knows the purpose of almost any object he comes across and how to use it; photographic memory

Smitten: can he really affect what's about to happen through the sheer power of belief or is he just extremely fucking luck? who knows!! Can also conjure up almost any food at will as long as he knows how to do it and has the energy for it

Cold: High-tolerance for all kinds of pain as well as extreme temperatures (doesn't mean his body isn't affected by it); has a natural defense against mind-reading and mind-controlling magic, as well as most effect-based spells (this includes potions)

Paranoid: High-sensitivity for magical and others supernatural activities; similar intuition to Skeptic, but leans more towards magical/cursed objects; can see through invisibility, including that of spirits

Hunted: Heightened senses in general; can talk to and understand all kinds of animals and creatures; faster-healing when sleeping; if it considers someone part of its 'flock', it becomes able to sense exactly where that person is if they're in its general area

Opportunist: mild shapeshifting, mainly on his face (can also change voice); his scorpion tail stores a non-lethal venom he can seep from either the tail's stinger, his teeth, or claws—the venom will slow you down and fog your mind, and may even cause some hallucination

Stubborn: Incredible resilience and strenght, only held back by how easily he can tire out; gets a buff when protecting someone else

Broken: the opposite of Hero's emotion projection, where they'll absorb the emotions surrounding them (it usually leaves them feeling pretty overwhelmed and a bit numb); their singing has some healing and soothing effects, unless they're in a particularly bad mood, then the singing will cause anguish and pain

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I don't know if this has been asked before but skeletons try a period cramp simulator what level do they bail out on/do they make it to the last level or do they push through the pain to prove a point?

Undertale Sans - At the first level, he falls on his knees, faceplants on the floor, and refuses to move for three hours. Sorry, that's the best he can do, he's just a little man.

Undertale Papyrus - He keeps going with his day, simply grimacing or jumping slightly from time to time. He goes to level 7 out of 10 then it becomes too much to move and he just decides to curl up on the floor and pretends like he isn't dying right now. He can't go further than this. He understands better what you feel like now, however!

Underswap Sans - He asks you if it's the best you can do at 10 out of 10. Because he's still fine! Ok, he's crying, and can't stand straight anymore and he swears his whole pelvis will dust if he tries to sit up, but he's not giving up! He's a strong boy! He can resist! (He's still glad when he learns you can't increase the difficulty more though).

Underswap Papyrus - He plays it cool like he doesn't feel anything. You can tell it's a lie though because he's turning paler and paler. At 5, he collapses and passes out to protect himself from the pain lol.

Underfell Sans - You think he's scared of your tiny device? Nothing scares him! He taunts you on the five first level, before suddenly shutting up. He still asks you to go further, but you can tell he's just doing it for his ego. He's struggling hard to not break down in tears right now. He won't give you the satisfaction. He just won't. He can't walk straight after for a good hour though.

Underfell Papyrus - "WELL IT'S NOT WORSE THAN THAT TIME I GOT STABBED TWENTY TIMES IN A ROW." He just shrugs. It's not that impressive you know. That's when Undyne punches him in the face and then casually asks if it's hurting now. What. She's helping.

Horrortale Sans - He whimpers pitifully as the pain increases, looking at you with kicked puppy eyes. He stops at 4, because he doesn't like it and it's stressing him out. Well, when I mean stop, I mean he rips off the whole thing from his pelvis, growls, and throws it by the window of course.

Horrortale Papyrus - Wow, he guesses he developed a crazy resistance to pain with his back problem because that's actually not that terrible, even at max. He just shrugs at you. Sure, it's not nice but that's tolerable. You feel sad he thinks max level is his average level of pain in bad days :( That's for sure not cool.

Swapfell Sans - He's still sipping his tea but you can see his hands are shaking a little. He still tries all he can to not show how much it is affecting him actually. Though even him reaches his limit at some point. At 8, the cup of tea literally flies in the air as he has to curl up to ease the pain. He still holds on to 10 though. He knows he can take it.

Swapfell Papyrus - At 3, he's begging to stop, then says that he's fine after all. At five, he's curling up and whimpering, still pressuring you to go more intense. At 6, he's on the floor, holding his stomach with his two arms and crying like a baby. You got him. Now every time Rus is being bad, you threaten him to tie him back to the period cramp simulator and he calms down immediately.

Fellswap Gold Sans - A raised non-existing eyebrow is all you will get as a reaction from him. And a small "ouch." at nine. Wine is not expressive, at all. He's not especially in pain either. He went through so much Underground that it's actually not that painful on his scale of pain. Maybe a 3/10, even at the max level.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He goes to five, collapses, and asks for a five hours cuddle session to recover from that horrible, horrible traumatism you forced him to suffer. You suspect he planned this since the very beginning of that experience as his whimpers started at level 1. But level 1 on your machine is broken so you know he's lying.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Funfact! Spicy isn't actually a flavor, we don't taste spicy, capsaicin the chemical that causes it to be spicy, actually activates heat receptors so we don't taste spicy we feel it! If Stone Monkeys are the same then Yuebei must be a real dare devil as a little cub

Referencing some silliness in the notes here.

true! This also includes piperine (found in peppercorns) and allyl isothiocyanate (wasabi, radish & mustard). Your brain basically goes "tf? why is there a tiny fire in my mouth?". A similar sensation occurs in the opposite direction with menthol (mint) where your body is convinced that you just ate snow.

Wukong especially dislikes hot and/or spicy foods due to trauma from being fed molten metal under the mountain. No spicy foods in his house unless there's expressed warning.

Macaque doesn't get what the big deal is at first - it's just seasoning?? Until he accidentally grabs a handful of Mei's wasabi chips and regrets it as he tries quenching the fire with milk.

MK I feel like has a love/hate relationship with spicy food. It's SO GOOD under the perfect circumstances, but so painful! Powers through Red Son's cooking just to be a good guest. DBK walks in moments later with plain BBQ dishes for the monkeys wondering wtf is the little thief doing?

Little stone monkeys like Rumble & Savage, and Luzhen do not care for spicy food either. Little kids don't have that tolerance anyway. Minty things might get a pass if there's ice cream or sweets involved.

Stone Monkeys (along with most unaccustomed animals) in general do not seem to like these confusing sensations.

Except little Yuebei Xing; who deliberately seems to seek these flavours out. In the Slow Boiled au she even tries absorbing the Samadhi Fire but taps out cus it was too spicy. In multiple others she straight up absorbs/eats LBD's soul - very cold. Her parents are very confused, especially since her little brothers Jidu and Luohuo have very normal reactions to spicy things (disgust).

[heliads]

this city reeks of driving myself crazy

Jack Hughes misses his captain. Nico Hischier isn't acting like he misses Jack. Obviously, there are going to be problems.

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Nico is coming back from the mens’ world championships. Jack is trying not to act as if he has been waiting for this since the moment Nico left. 

The thought occurs to him halfway through physical therapy. Jack is in the middle of fifteen reps of some bullshit exercise involving resistance bands and a great deal of relief that no one can see him like this when he realizes that, soon, a plane will touch down and a man will get off, and that man will be Nico, and maybe everything will be okay again after all. 

Not everything, obviously. Nico coming back does not remove Jack’s shoulder surgery from this plane of existence, though, trusting his captain, it’ll probably make him feel a little better about it. Jack has already heard far too many whispers taking great delight in his absence— all it takes is one injury, and people are throwing words out there like career-ending and out for good. Nico would never say that. He would look at Jack thoughtfully, carefully, and tell him he expects to see Jack out on the ice again as soon as he can. Jack would do it, too. Anything if asked. He is a dog left at home too long, scratching at the door, waiting for the footsteps approaching down the hall to tell him he is not alone anymore. Someone will come for him, and then he will be alright. 

Jack will not tolerate the idea of a career-ending anything. The idea makes him sick to his stomach. He could never do anything but play. Being a spectator just might make Jack lose it once and for all. Imagining his team, his Devils, shooting back and forth across the ice, hearing the clash of the puck against their sticks, and then being separated from it all on the other side of the plastic dividers— it would drive him mad. Watching them win or lose and being unable to do a thing. Knowing he was no better than any of the other fans in the audience. He could wear a cheap copy of Nico’s jersey and jump up in his seat whenever the Devils scored and it would kill him more decisively than a gun to the head. 

So Jack does the stupid PT and he takes his pain meds and he goes to bed early, doesn’t drink, watches himself and his temper. And the door, mainly. Wondering if Nico will take him up on the offer he made a few days before the plane takes off:  Congrats man! U can come by my place to catch up if u want btw. 

He’d sent the text, bit back a scream, hurled his phone across the room to land on the sofa, immediately scurried over to check if Nico had responded (he had not), screamed for real this time, then taken more pills and stared at the ceiling for a while. All in a day’s work. 

And, when he checked back in the next morning, there was no return message. Nor the next day, either. It pisses Jack off to no end. Everyone’s always on their phones. There’s no way Nico hasn’t seen the text, so he simply isn’t responding because he doesn’t feel like it, which is just mean to such a good team player as Jack Hughes.

Stewing in his own self-righteous irritation, Jack intentionally ignores Nico’s text when it comes three days late. He glares at the notification bitterly, hoping that Nico can somehow sense it on the other end. Jack goes on Instagram in the hopes of distracting himself, but ends up seeing a post on how Nico’s plane has landed back in the States.

He’s back, then. Against his best intentions, Jack checks the text. Nico, 3 AM, Yeah, for sure. No date, no time for a meet-up. A pacifying answer that has absolutely no pacifying effect. Jack rages and rambles for two hours before he caves and texts back, was the flight good?

Twenty minutes later, the phone dings. Jack dives for it, immediately cursing his bad shoulder when it starts to twinge, and holds up the phone in trembling fingers only to register that Nico has replied with a thumbs up.

He’s going to slaughter the captain. He’s going to slaughter the captain and become the new captain and never do this to anyone ever again, ever. This is so stupid. Nico is capable of texting. Jack is capable of responding normally to a friendship disrupted by frequent flights and international games and only one of them having a fucked up shoulder. Right now, though, neither of them are acting like it.

He is proud of Nico, of course. Glad for him to have that opportunity and all that. But the ice seems extra cold when it’s quiet, and Jack hasn’t been able to feel his fingers in weeks, too many days below zero. He wants Nico back. Of course he does. He just hadn’t expected the wanting to take over him like this, wrapping brittle bones and surgery scars in a dense web of hurt that not even the painkillers can dull. 

Jack tries not to let the silence bother him, but, of course, it does. He goes to PT again. He calls his brothers one by one and hears them talk. He cleans up his apartment in case he gets a visitor, and maybe karma truly is real, because after several days of being a Good Person, Nico finally texts back and says, I can drop by Thurs evening if that’s cool?

Immediately, a jealous demon in his chest tells Jack that he should ignore Nico, just to get him back. Let Nico be the one waiting on the other line, wondering what he did to deserve the silence. Jack’s super good at being bitter if he wants it, and he feels mistreated enough to lash out.

Yeah. Sounds good.

He sends the text with his eyes closed, as if that makes it better. Like it isn’t Jack who caves but someone else, a doppelganger in Devils sweatpants slumped on the sofa in his apartment. Not his fault. Another thumbs up in response, which brings the anger back in force. Nico, of course, has the time to be casual in his responses. He’s the one who gets to swing by out of the blue. He can do anything he wants to, and Jack simply has to respect that.

When Thursday comes around, Jack finds himself mad enough to bite. It isn’t a good way to greet his captain. It isn’t a good way to meet with his friend. But Jack has been ignored for so long– calls unanswered, texts left on read– and he’s always devoured Nico’s attention far more greedily than anyone else. It’s not his fault that the crushing isolation left him sharp and smarting.

A knock on the door echoes around the problem, temporarily startling Jack out of the acidic monotony of his thoughts. He doesn’t need to check the door to know who it is. Only Nico would drop by like this, unannounced. Only Nico would assume Jack would be there to meet him with the bare minimum of text messages.

He could make Nico wait, and Jack certainly takes his time getting to the door, but then he’s hovering in front of the peephole and he can see a silhouette idling there for him, and it’s been so long since he saw Nico at all that Jack knows he doesn’t have it in him to keep Nico lingering any longer. Whatever happens, happens. But at least he’ll have a good face to look at in the meantime.

Jack’s hand jerks out, heavy on the knob, and then he swings the door open to reveal Nico standing there, hanging back from the threshold. His dark hair has crept out over his eyes, and it hides his face even more than the shadows of the poor high lighting. The contrast from the gasping fluorescents overhead paints dark hollows under his eyes, dramatic on his cheekbones. 

It reminds Jack of the Baroque portraits from the art museum the Devils had visited a while back. The PR agents wanted the players to seem more well-rounded or something. Bullshit. Jack had hated the trip, bored almost to tears with the slow pace of their guide, and he hates it now. Jack doesn’t want perfect art. He wants something real for the first time in months, and seeing his flawlessly posed captain makes him want to dirty that good bone structure with blood or his knuckles. Or both.

Nico raises his tragically beautiful eyes to Jack, waiting for something. Still brimming with bitterness, Jack says roughly, “Good to see you again,” and jerks his chin towards the inside of his apartment.

Nico takes the hint and slides past Jack, somehow able to go without touching him even though Jack had barely left him a few inches of room. Smooth on and off the ice. It’s so fucking unfair.

“Nice place,” Nico says, tugging off his coat and depositing it on a nearby kitchen chair.

“You’ve been here before,” Jack mutters.

Nico glances back towards him, arching a thick brow. “Does that mean I should say it looks like shit, then? It’s still nice even if this isn’t my first time seeing it.”

Jack laughs before he can choke it out. Although Nico hadn’t given any indication of being worried, his face relaxes microscopically. There’s no change Jack can name, nothing obvious like falling brows or slackening cheeks, but he knows the shift in feeling like it happened to himself.

“How’s the injury?” Nico asks, walking back to him.

“How do you think?” Jack spits, looking at the ground.

Nico tsks under his breath. “That bad, huh?”

“It’s fine,” Jack says out of impulse. “The guys at PT say I’ll be back on ice soon. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not just worried about what happens to you on the ice,” Nico says, voice low. “Off the ice matters too.”

Jack wants to laugh. He doesn’t, this time. Nothing’s funny. “You have some way of showing it.”

Nico does manage to look distinctly embarrassed this time. “I was busy,” he says simply.

It’s a bullshit excuse and Nico knows it too, so he covers for it by tugging impatiently at the thick material of Jack’s shirt. “Show me.”

“What?” Jack asks, tough demeanor seriously slipping for the first time all night.

“The shoulder,” Nico says, as if this is a normal thing to ask after being alone in Jack’s apartment with no one except Jack to ask what the fuck is going on. “Show me. I want to see how bad it looks.”

“It’s a shoulder,” Jack mumbles. “Imagine it.”

Nico fixes him with a look, one brow half cocked. Jack knows this look from practices, from games. It means, do you really want to fight me on this one? Jack usually does, but even this is too stupid a battle for him to pick, so he shuts up long enough to bat Nico’s hand off his shirt like a fleck of dust and do as told. He had meant to pull the top off in one smooth movement, but his shoulder disagrees midway through and the motion ends up being a little more awkward than he’d hoped.

Then he’s standing in front of Nico, shirt off, and under the overhead light of his kitchen, he feels far more on display than he likes. Jack has shown far more bruised and battered skin than this, of course, years’ worth of locker rooms have long since stripped him of any shame around teammates, but it’s different like this. Like this– with no other eyes than Nico’s, which swoop over him with such obvious care that hot embarrassment starts to churn deep in Jack’s stomach. He doesn’t like the feeling, but he doesn’t put the shirt back on, either. Or tell Nico to stop looking.

Nico’s hand darts out again, like he can’t stop himself. The fingers rise to Jack’s shoulder, ghosting over the skin. At first, Nico’s touch is gentle, and then he finds a slow-blossoming bruise and presses, not sharply enough to hurt but enough to make the dull ache bloom again in the precise shape of Nico’s thumb. Caught in the force of it, the air leaves Jack’s lungs in a low groan that seems to catch in his chest, deep in his throat.

He expects Nico to snatch his hand away and start making apologies like everyone else when they find out what a broken little thing he really is, but instead, Nico leans forward, into the sound. He doesn’t press any harder, but he looks like he wants to. And Jack– Jack might want that, too.

Nico’s tongue appears at the corner of his mouth, licking his lips before he continues. Jack watches with the hunger of a famine. “You should be careful,” Nico says huskily.

“Why?” Jack asks, fighting to keep his voice casual. “Going to bench me, cap?”

Nico’s hand spasms slightly, thumb curling further into the dark flower of the bruise before he stops himself. Jack can’t remember if he’s ever seen Nico react to the title like that, but Nico hasn’t had his hands on Jack like this before, either.

“I could do anything,” Nico whispers. Jack isn’t sure if they’re talking about hockey anymore. He isn’t sure that they ever were.

He snickers. “You can’t keep me off forever.”

Nico drags his gaze from the bruise to Jack’s eyes. “You always were the troublemaker, weren’t you? Not even Dawson’s as bad. Not even Luke. Always mouthing off.”

Something shifts indignantly in the pit of Jack’s stomach at the mention of his brother. He’d do anything to get Nico’s focus off Luke and back on him, where it belongs, so he says, “What’re you going to do? Shut me up?”

“Maybe,” Nico hesitates over the word, drawing out the syllables as he trails his hand away from the bruise and onto the thin, puckered line of a scar along Jack’s shoulder. He grazes his nails over the hardened skin, making Jack hiss, not from hurt but something else, something worse and better at the same time.

With Nico focused on the scar and not Jack anymore, he’s free to say something stupid again, no longer pinned under the weight of two dark eyes. So he grins, wide and bold and goddamn brainless, and says, “Make me.”

Nico’s eyes snap up to his again. There is an unwritten rule in hockey, practically a mandate, that the captain is the captain for a reason, and if anyone tries to fight that, it is the captain’s moral obligation to prove why he’s wearing the C and not anyone else. Even if the one causing trouble is an alternate. Even if it’s Jack.

Nico’s mouth is hot and assertive when it collides with Jack’s. Jack was ready for something but not for this, and he stumbles back from the force of the kiss. Nico’s arm whips behind him, catching Jack by the hip and bringing him back in, stopping him from a fall. Jack is reminded vividly of all the times they’re on the ice, one of them crashing into the other; the natural, instinctive urge to latch on and never let go. 

Nico’s eyes are closed and then Jack’s are, too. He lets the kiss swallow him whole, blocking out the shoulder and the games and everything else. Jack thinks he could stay there forever, hooked on Nico like his first drink, but then the older boy breaks away, even when Jack tries to chase his lips, needy as ever. Nico leans his forehead on Jack’s, both of them breathing hard like they’ve run a mile. 

“See? I like you quiet,” Nico says, breath gusting onto Jack’s face with every word.

“Shut up,” Jack says, and kisses him again, biting Nico’s lip petulantly to get him back.

Nico just chuckles, curling his free hand into the back of Jack’s head. Jack actually gasps when Nico tugs his hair, giving Nico more of his mouth, letting the kiss take him apart again and again. 

This time, Jack is the one to pull away first, and in the sliver of space between their lips Nico whispers, “I missed you.”

“You haven’t been acting like it,” Jack mutters, and squirms when Nico knots his fingers in Jack’s hair again.

“That’s what the attitude is about? I forgot to respond to a few texts and you get all stubborn?” Nico asks incredulously.

“It wasn’t just a few texts,” Jack pouts, “You keep ditching me. Thought you didn’t want to talk to me at all.”

Nico pulls away for real this time, leans back far enough that Jack can see his entire face instead of snatches of lips and eyes and red cheeks. The look on his face, it isn’t angry or annoyed– it’s fond. Satisfied. “I always want to talk to you, Jack. Don’t you know that?”

“I didn’t when you were ignoring me,” Jack murmurs.

The hand in his hair relaxes, combing gently through the locks instead of twisting them. “Alright,” Nico says, still painfully enamored, “That’s my mistake, then. Let me apologize.”

Jack lets him. Happily. The offseason is long. If he tries, he can drag this out for a long time, make Nico make it up to him for months. Jack isn’t ashamed to admit that he’ll do it as long as he can. Better yet, Nico will let him, and know what he’s up to the whole time anyway.

That’s the best part about them, Jack supposes. They know each other. On and off the ice. On and off each other. Maybe it’ll be a long summer, but God, it’s going to be a good one.

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[billlydear]

MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES - BILLY HARGROVE X READER (18+)

word count: 1965 // masterlist | inbox (please request ! ) | WIP list

summary: you're well accustomed to billy's smoking habits and his subsequent eating habits.

Contents/Warnings: afab!reader, smut (18+), cunnilingus, almost-somnophilia (discussed beforehand and consensual; basically she's given him permission beforehand to eat her out while she sleeps she just woke up before he could), weed smoking, accidental cigarette burns, mentions of being high

A/N: do you like how I got so busy with schoolwork that i had to drop off the face of this app and then when i finally came back i chose to write freehand instead of touching the requests in my inbox... me either <3 this is the start of my summer break, though, so i hope to get out a lot of content for you guys!!

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! your feedback motivates me to write more, so thank you for your support :-)

Billy's an experienced smoker. He's building up an impressive tolerance to the stuff, but he gets his fix, and it makes his hands a little uncoordinated as he pries at the button on your shorts.

You'd meant to change before falling asleep in his bed, but for every puff he took of his joint, your eyes drooped lower and lower, until you finally fell asleep slumped back against his pillows.

You wake to his frustrated grunt, as well as the sting of something hot at your thigh. You hiss, leg tensing as you peer through the dim room at him, "Billy? Can I help you?"

"Can't get your fucking shorts off," He grunts, and you watch as the lit end of his joint tilts to your flesh again, leaving a burning ring in its wake. The second time you jolt away from it he realizes what's going on, yanking the blunt away from your skin.

"Shit," He ducks his head down to kiss the ash-covered red mark on your thigh, "Sorry, babe."

"I was sleeping," You whine, voice still thick with the stuff, "Can't you eat a bag of chips or something?"

"No," Billy mocks your pitiful tone, burying his face into your thigh and dotting kisses to the skin there, "You taste better."

Finally his fingers manage to pry the button hole of your shorts over the metal circle, and he rips your zipper down with enthusiasm you're not sure how his weed-riddled body possesses.

"You can sleep if you want to," He offers, but with the press of his slightly stubbly cheeks against your soft, raw inner thighs, you know you won't be able to.

"Oh-" Your thighs tense as Billy's lips press in a prim kiss to your slit, "Just- just go, Billy, I- I don't wanna sleep anymore!"

"Knew it," He chuckles, eyes hazy as he parts his lips, licking a thin, wet stripe just along the slit of your cunt, "I'll make it worth your time, angel. Just relax."

You unclench your thighs, and he nestles more comfortably between them. His large hands are thrown over your hips now, splayed wide under your ass as he tucks your thighs beneath his arms, locking you in place.

He's just barely keeping his joint from igniting the blanket with the way it's tucked between his fingers, because now most of his attention is on the pliant, fleshy globes of your ass. You reach down to take it from him just in case, and he hums in approval, nestling his face into your slit so that the sound vibrates through you.

"Billy!" You gasp, hips attempting to jerk upwards even though they're stopped by his strong grip, "C'mon, please- please just do something!"

"You smell so fucking good," He groans, pointedly ignoring your pleas. He seems to be burrowing into you instead of indulging himself, and you're sure you're slick enough now to wet his nose if he keeps pressing it into your cunt.

"Billy," You pant, reaching down with the hand that isn't holding his blunt. You grab hold of his curls, tugging hard, "Do something!"

He bites you. He sinks his teeth into the oversensitive, thin skin that creases your thigh and your cunt, nipping roughly at it as a searing pain erupts from the bite. You cry out, hand falling from his hair and joint nearly slipping out of your grip.

"Ow!" You cry, but your stomach kicks back up with butterflies as he drags his tongue over the bite mark in a long, wet, thick, soothing stripe, "Ah, Billy, that- that hurt!"

"Don't order me around," He drawls, tongue back in his mouth as he presses his nose into the stinging bite mark, "I'll eat you out when I eat you out."

And, of course, eat you out he does. You should have known his dramatics were only that, the snap of his teeth were a show of authority, not of reluctance. He indulges in the wet smear of slick that's threatening to seep out from between the lips of your warm cunt, finally sticking his tongue out to slide between them in a stroke that only makes you wetter.

You're in the middle of taking a drag from his blunt when he finally makes his move, and you nearly bite the thing in half. You choke on the smoke, chest stuttering and lungs heaving to get oxygen back when it seems there's none left. Billy's hungry tonight, the more weed he smokes, the more intense his cravings are, and tonight he seems to be out of his mind.

Once he starts, he can't stop. He dives in, jaw nearly unhinged as he tries fitting it around your entire cunt. His tongue is messy and eager as it laps through your folds, licking up wetness that gushes out of you due to his ministrations. You can feel him trying to control himself, trying to drag his tongue through your cunt in methodical swirls, but eventually his rational brain loses out, and instinct takes over.

He laps at your cunt wet and messy, dragging his tongue in a slimy trail up from just above your ass to the hood of your clit. He pays special interest to the sensitive bud, lips sealing around it as he sucks and licks at you. His hands, still kneading greedily at your ass, change targets as he flicks his tongue over your clit one last time. He pries your thighs even further apart, like there's more of your cunt that you're hiding from him. He doesn't find any, of course, but he takes what he can get, groaning as he dives his tongue back into your pussy.

He's more than vocal, his hot breath coming in pants that signal he's getting out of breath. How he's managed to suffocate himself in your cunt, you have no clue, but you like how desperate it makes him.

He's making out with your pussy so well that you feel an orgasm already creeping up on you, brought on by the haziness of your former sleep and by how many grunts and groans he's pumping into you. He eats like he hasn't in years, like he doesn't get high and ravage you every night.

"Billy," You whimper, the bump of his nose against your clit ramping up the flow of pleasure below your stomach, "Billy I- I might- I think I'm gonna cum soon!"

"Do it," He pants, burrowing his face impossibly further into your cunt, practically sucking your orgasm out of you, "Go, baby, cum on my tongue. Give it to me, 'wanna- nngh," His voice tampers out into a gruff groan as your cunt begins to clench around his tongue, "Wanna taste you."

"Come on," He coaxes, purring into your cunt and egging on your impending release, "Come on, angel, lemme have it."

"I'm- I'm gonna cum!" You insist, reaching down with your free hand to lock them in his curls once more. This time, however, he doesn't reprimand you for your tugging, and you relish having something steady to hold on to as Billy licks your orgasm out of you.

The second you spasm around him, the moment your thighs start to shake and clench around Billy's head, he's letting a steady flow of moans seep into your pussy. It only makes things more intense, and as pleasure bleeds through your veins, Billy sucks it out of you.

"Fuck yeah," He groans, gruff and ragged into your cunt. He's panting, chest heaving as he devours you, "More, baby, c'mon, keep going."

His thick, rough thumb comes up to rub your clit, pressured circles around and around the bud that nearly make you black out. Billy's nothing if not an intense lover, and you think he may be trying to crawl inside of your cunt to suck you dry from the inside the way that he's mashing his face into you.

"Okay," You pant, heaving and shaky as you come down from your high. Billy's not easing up, tongue still laving through your pussy like there's more to take.

"Okay, Billy, okay!" You yelp, flinching in sensitive shock when he tries suckling desperately at your clit again. It's all too much, you're afraid you might pass out if he keeps going, not that you wouldn't have a good time.

"More," He groans, chasing you up the bed when you scramble into a sitting position and back against the headboard. He crawls onto the bed after you, already prying at your knees that you've bent together.

"Please, babe," He begs, voice thick with rasp, "Please, 'just want a little more, I- I'll go slow or something, I promise."

"I can't," You pant, gripping his cheeks and tugging him into a kiss instead. He's happy for the substitute, and you taste your own release on his tongue as he resumes licking sloppily into you.

"Here," You have to pry him away from your face, his lips chasing after yours, spit trailing down his glistening chin. You hand over his blunt, and he takes it from you eagerly to fill his lungs with smoke.

"More," He insists, keeping the joint held between his two fingers as he reaches for your face this time, leading another kiss. He steals the breath from your lungs, replacing it with thick smoke that makes your eyes water. He's too busy sucking your tongue to notice, his own trailing along its underside and sending shivers down your spine.

The squelching sound that accompanies his kiss is almost more filthy than how it had sounded when he was eating you out, and though your cunt is still on fire, you feel something building below your belly again.

He's making the same sounds into your mouth as he was into your cunt, grunting and groaning and huffing and panting as he devours you. It's only when he's nearly blue in the face does he let up, breaking away to pant open-mouthed against the corner of your lips. He knocks his forehead against your temple, lips mouthing lazily at your jaw while he catches his breath.

"Jesus, Billy." You breathe, lungs now empty of both smoke and oxygen as you heave, "You're- oh," He presses a wet kiss to your jaw, "You're really going tonight."

"I'm hungry," He drawls, voice lazy and gruff with both exhaustion and smoke, "But I'm-" He breaks off to yawn, nose scrunching, "-Tired, too."

"I can tell," You laugh weakly, no power in you to do so heartier, "Come on, baby, put out the light and let's go to sleep."

"Mhm," He groans, snuffing out his blunt and stashing it god knows where, too lazy to do anything with it, "You gotta- you gotta pee or something."

"Yeah,' I'll pee," You promise him, slightly touched that even smoked out of his mind, he's concerned for your post-orgasm hygiene. You excuse yourself while he wrestles with the blankets on the bed, and when you get back, he's snoring against his- no, your pillow.

"Billy," You scoff fondly, slipping a hand under his head to try and scoot it off of your pillow. He's limp now, and you're easily able to reroute him to his own side of the bed. When you slide in beside him the bed dips, and he rolls with the incline, body heavy with sleep as it presses against you.

"C'mere," You scoff, wiping away drool that's beading at the corner of his mouth as he snores, "Goodnight, Billy, love you."

You know he can't hear you, you know he won't say it back. But it feels wrong sleeping without saying it, so you nestle into him under the covers, and when you press a kiss to his throat, you feel his heart beat.

You know he loves you, too.

[5lut4ghouls]

hEDS/hypermobile phantom (and how the pack helps him) hcs :3

An/// the old ghouls are still around the ministry in this, as well as pretty much any other ghost thing i write :33

♡︎ He doesn't understand that it's not normal to be in damn near constant pain/discomfort, Thinks that it's something that comes with every human body, so he doesn't tell the rest of the pack

♡︎ No point in alerting them of something they’re already aware of, right?

♡︎ Eventually he does offhandedly mention it and the rest of them are so confused and a tad concerned

♡︎ They don't understand it either, nothing like this was something that happened in the pit

♡︎ They all got really protective of him for a bit, constantly around him, growling at anyone that they didn't trust to be in his vicinity

♡︎ Copia is pretty much the only human allowed around him

♡︎ The older ghouls all just think they're being a tad protective over the new summon, not sure why, but they don’t pay too much attention to it

♡︎ Eventually they figure out that it's because they think phantom is dying or something and the others, mainly zephyr, have to explain that no, this is just something that can come with human bodies. Not entirely normal, also not abnormal.

♡︎ None of them really eased up with the protectiveness, they cant help it though, its instinct to protect hurt pack mates

♡︎ Just like how the older ghoul get particularly protective when zeph is in a flare up

♡︎ Sodo is usually phantom's go-to when it's a particularly bad pain day, he has no problem with laying on top of the quint for hours without complaint, using his body heat to soothe the aches

♡︎ And he isn't as big as the other fire ghouls, so phant doesn't suffocate

♡︎ Alpha and ifrit will give massages to the achy parts, they can't comfortably act like a heating pad though, would end up hurting phantom more

♡︎ Aether and omega use their magic to make him sleepy when the pain makes it difficult to fall asleep naturally, they always stay with him after he falls asleep too

♡︎ The water ghouls, mainly rain, swim around in the lake with him, it burns energy and isn't too tough on his joints

♡︎ He likes to take really long warm baths, the ghoulettes and copia usually join him so he's not in there alone for hours

♡︎ Swiss makes sure that he doesn't have to get out of bed if he doesnt wanna, will run around and get him literally whatever he wants

♡︎ Mountain always makes sure phantom has a proper stash of weed, he knows it helps numb the aches. Always makes sure its the good stuff too

♡︎ Phant always goes to zephyr when he feels like he’s too much of an inconvenience for the others. They want to play, roughhouse, and generally do things that he can’t always do.

♡︎ So he often finds himself crawling into zeph’s bed, curling into their chest. The one person he knows for a fact isn’t bothered by his pain.

♡︎ He likes to let the others doodle on his ace bandages, makes them more tolerable to wear

♡︎ He puts himself in really weird positions when his joints don't feel right, heavily confuses the others

♡︎ Also really likes small spaces/being compact, copia had to get a little cabinet just for phantom to curl up in

[yuanology]

hey!! congrats on 100!! you've definitely become one of my favorite writers so it's cool to see you becoming more popular so quick - it's deserved. For the event, may I request "Is this okay?" or "I'll take care of you". With Blade? Just a soft scenario where it's his first time and he's a little nervous or unused to all the contact - can be either gender neutral or male reader, doesn't matter to me. :)

people like blade are not used to things that do not hurt him.

walking along the path of destruction, his own capabilities have the ability to rear its head back against him. his very existence is a double-edged sword, one without a good reason to exist. everything hurts but he has learned to tolerate the pain. it means that he is alive, it means that he is one step closer to death.

blade is not unfamiliar with the concept or sex, nor the idea of pain being played into pleasure. he isn't the type of man to indulge himself in such debauchery, but he isn't exactly opposed to it. he just finds no reason to linger in the process. sex is just another need, the base instincts of a living being.

blade is still—unfortunately—living and so he still needs to succumb to the baser pleasures sometimes. even so, he prefers quick, rough and occasionally painful tugs on his cock that will get him off as quickly as possible. he sees no point in extending the moment, not when sex is just another casualty, a side-effect of being alive.

"is this okay?" your words are so soft where they're murmured against his skin, as if you intend to brand him with your concern. your palms feel scalding where they press against the skin on his hips, your lips a licking flame as you press a kiss over his trembling pulse. "too much?"

"no." but his voice sounds ruined, fucked out. it's too much, but he's not willing to admit it. he just feels so—full of you, stuffed to the brim by the feeling of your cock buried to the hilt inside of him.

you let out a low hum, as if you understand what you mean. he doesn't doubt that to an extent, you do. "does it hurt?"

( yes, blade thinks. it hurts, it always hurts when he's with you. you're always so careful when it comes to him, as if he's something fragile and not a stellaron hunter craving death, as if he's something worth looking at so softly, so reverently. it hurts, your tenderness because people like him are not built for softness. )

"no," he answers. he snaps his hips, meeting yours in one sharp motion. a grunt escapes your lips and your hand grips his hips, keeping him in place. "what are you—"

"shh." you're so close to him, your breath tickling his neck. "i'll take care of you. relax, blade. i've got you."

blade stares up at the ceiling, feeling your lips against his throat once again, peppering gentle kisses as you let him ease into the feeling—of fullness, of contentedness.

"okay," he rasps out.

for the first time in a long time, blade lets his eyes slide shut and allows himself to just feel.

thank you so much for your request & for your support! i remember you being one of the first people to interact with my content lol. i do appreciate you a whole lot. thank you again <3 hope you continue to enjoy my stuff!

[asherthehimbo]

Burning in the Darkness

synopsis: The confrontation of love isn't always pretty, it's not always accepted either, live can hurt, it can burn hotter than any flame in Tartarus, Kai knows this well. or, a short story on how Felix and Kai came to be

word count: 3.2K

pairing: Lee Felix x Male Oc! (Kai)

notes! : HAPPY BIRTHDAY @kaisworlds I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OMW ID DIE FOR YOU I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, EVERYONE GO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM YAYAYAYAYAYA. Based on this Yunho fic! Here are characters parents!

It was a mistake, fuck it was such a mistake but god did he wish it wasnt. The pain, the searing heat of Felix’s touch is now forever engraved in Kai’s memory. There are tiny burn marks littering his skin, ones that could be mistaken for hickeys if not for the the pain on his flesh whenever he moves, his bones ache as fatigue consumes him. His eyes are still closed, trying to will away the rising sun and its offspring that lay next to him.

He’s scared, and that's a foreign feeling, at least in this sense. He’s developed his fathers lack of emotion overtime, the darkness being a part of his soul and not just something he could control, he’s scared to open his eyes because he doesn’t know what he'll see. He told his sister, he fucking told her he didn’t want to come to the party the kids where having at Felix’s dorm, he knew his mind wasn’t in the right space, that he’d end up doing something he couldn’t take back. He shouldn’t have listened to his sister, she just sounded so happy at the chance to actually hangout because Erin was out of town and he didn't have the heart to deny her.

Last night everything felt so right, the music was blaring, the alcohol left that delicious burn in the back of his throat after every shot, everyone was laughing and he had lost the reason he was worried in the first place, that is until a tipsy Felix sat next to him. God did he look good, blond locks growing out, now almost reaching his shoulders, glittered eyes and dark freckles on his cheeks, he looked absolutely delicious and Kai found himself wishing to taste Felix. He wanted the blond man’s taste to be the burning in the back of his throat, not the alcohol that now seemed tasteless in comparison to the flavor of Felix’s lips he’s concocted in his mind. 

He shouldn’t have, he knew he shouldn't have, he’s been to many parties, he's got a tolerance and he knows he can’t blame his next actions on the alcohol. It was just, he came to a point where he couldn’t resist Felix anymore, not when he was looking up at him with those big eyes, with the pout that made him seem so fucking kissable. The rest was a haze but Kai can remember every detail of Felix’s body beneath his, he doesn’t remember how it started, he just remembers Felix’s lips against his, he remembers ignoring the burning of the blond’s touch, rather liking the pain of the searing scratches on his back.

He lay in a bed he knows isn’t his own, feels the heat radiating off Felix in waves, he sighs for a moment, the sun’s starting to come up and if he’s caught here once Helios turns up to greet his son he’d turn to ash simply due to that fact that he isn’t meant to meet the sun, not ever, he is darkness after all. He opens his eyes, staring at the ceiling before turning his head and the image that greets him makes his heart sink to his stomach. Felix’s roots are black, the roots of his hair are black. The blond seems duller, not the bright newly bleached it was last night, it’s faded out and his roots are fucking black. 

He sits up, he can’t stay here, he’s hurting Felix, corrupting him. There’s a voice in his mind screaming to stay, to turn Felix to darkness, to rid him from the son and keep him in Kai’s shadow forever, he doesn’t listen to it. He tries to be as quiet as possible, but his own pounding headache and burning wounds make that effort fruitless. When he’s pulled his shirt that reeks of smoke- god does he need a cigarette right now- over his head he sees Felix staring at him, eyes wide and head tilted as he sits up. Fuck

“What are you doing? Where are you going?” Felix’s voice is still groggy from sleep as he rubs his eyes, it’s cute but Kai’s mind is a mess of voices and he can’t focus on that, he doesn’t want to answer, but his mouth speaks faster than his mind in the way it always does. “Home, last night was a mistake, i'm going home and sleeping it off” he says, voice monotone and the perfect parallel of his fathers which he hated as a child. He won't be going home, and he definitely won't be sleeping, his thoughts running too fast for that, but he needs to get out of here, he’s panicked and he hates being panicked. “What?” Felix asks, suddenly awake as he sits up fully, his voice cracks and Kai knows he just tore out Felix’s heart but he can’t fucking stop.

He has a tendency to hurt those around him, he doesn’t want to but his instincts perceive any unwanted feelings as danger and his mind will do anything to get him away from it, especially say things he doesn't mean, things he wishes would never have been uttered from his lips. “I said last night was a mistake, and I'm going home” He turns, he can’t look at Felix anymore, his eyes hurt, he doesn’t know if it's the tears he’s pushing back or the faint glow around the blond, but he needs out.  His feet carry him, but the fire that encompasses his wrist pulls him back as Felix stands before him, body littered with bruises that were brought on by pleasure, eye’s brimming with tears that look golden in the rising sun, as if his words made the demigod cry ichor. Such a holy substance, Kai thinks, he is undeserving of it. “What do you mean by mistake? I laid my heart bare for you and-” Felix is pleading, trying to convince himself that this is just a bad dream, that years of pining wasn’t for nothing, that last night, the night he’s dreamed of, it wasn’t for nothing.

Kai rips his wrist from Felix's hold, not because he wants to but because it burns, he’d imagine the flames of tartarus wouldn’t hurt as much as Felix's touch currently does. A demigod's power is heightened by emotion but Kai has repressed his own for so long that compared to the light before him, the light of his life, that he is weak. He can still feel last night's touches flaming against his skin, happy that he’s wearing something to cover the marks. Felix doesn’t need to know what he does to Kai, he won’t be able to live with that guilt and Kai knows that. “It was a mistake. We were both drunk and horny and that's all it was”  

A tear falls from Felix’s eye, it hits the ground with a sizzle, burning through the wood, he doesn’t notice, but Kai does. “You don’t mean that” his voice is wavering, eyes brimming with more tears and the room seems impossibly hotter. Kai doesn’t respond, he’s good at lying, but not good enough to say he does and show Felix he means it. He watches in silence as more tears fall from Felix’s face into the ground, burning through the wood like a cigarette bud to paper. “I hate you” Felix says, “You don’t” Kai responds immediately. 

“I hate that I don’t” Felix knows Kai’s right, but it hurts, it feels like a sword pierced his heart, the tears that fall from his eyes feel like their burning his own skin (because they are Felix, you’re hurting yourself), he can’t deny Kai’s words but he wishes he could. The room is filled with silence again, wishes that come from both of the demigods' hearts floating in the air yet not reaching the other, reality pulling them back. Miscommunication is a fucked trope, one Felix never liked, a shame he’s caught trapped in it now. Falling in love with a man who would die before telling Felix the truth, that he loves him, that he’s willing to die if it means Felix could touch him. But he doesn’t because he knows Felix would die before hurting him, and somehow in Kai’s twisted, dark veiled mind, pushing away the person who sees the good in him, pushing away Felix is his best option. He turns again and walks out the door, strangely missing the burn of Felix’s wrist on his skin as he walks.

It’s weird, he does not want to burn, yet he yearns for the pain when he doesn’t. His mind hates it, but his heart needs it to continue pumping in his chest, his soul can not stay whole without it. But ruining what’s good has always been something Kai’s done, he’s learned that from his father, creating a veil of darkness over his life is what he’s used to, Felix makes him wish he wasn’t.

“You” the door to Kai’s room slams open as his sister stands in the doorway, her finger pointed at him as she's hunched over and panting heavily as if she'd ran here, she supports herself on her knees as the finger that was previously pointing at him is now held up in a ‘give me a minute’ motion. 

“Me?” Kai asks from where he lays on his bed, cigarette in hand as he stares up at his ceiling, it's dark in his room, his curtains drawn and blocking out the setting sun, only light from his lamp. He sighs after a moment, sitting up and flicking some of his cigarettes ash into the ashtray he's holding as he looks at his sister. He knows why she's here, knows that out of the thousands of missed calls and messages on his phone she's at least half of them, but the device is left forgotten on the floor in a corner of his room and he doesn't have the willpower to get it. 

“You! How could you be so stupid I mean you-” Kyu already starts her ranting as she walks into the room, but stops once she sees the state of her brother, her former discontent now turning into worry as she stares at him, her open mouth closing as she seems to contemplate her next words. “You look like a fucking mess” she sighs, walking over and grabbing the cigarette from his lips, putting it out as she takes the ashtray from his hands and placing it on his desk ignoring his whining. 

“Come one I rarely smoke, you could've let me atleast finish it” he says and she simply gives him a look in response, he flops back onto his bed, “I'm guessing you talked to Felix?” his words are cautionary, almost as if he's afraid to say them. She repeats his sentence in a mocking tone, “of course I talked to Felix because the sun was fucking beaming so hard today I could barely walk outside- and when I did go to his room everythings burnt to ashes and his hair is fucking black and he's crying ichor and-” her ranting is cut of as Kai whips his head to her, “his hair was black?”

She stops her pacing as she looks at him, “yeah? he didn't seem like he realised till I pointed it out but I thought that was your doing?” she looks at his face now, the redness of his eyes, the split in his lips from how he's bitten them. He smells like sweat and cigarettes, like he always did when he was upset. He'd found his way of coping, even if that was ignoring everything in favor of working out till he couldn't anymore and then ruining his lungs, but he was coping nonetheless. 

“No when I left him only his roots were darker not his- fuck” Kai’s hands reach for his head, covering his face. Kyu sighs before she sits next to him, “tell me what happened, because right now I only know what Felix told me and that is not a good thing” she looks down at her brother sympathetically and he hates it. 

“We slept together” Kai shrugs, acting as if his words don't hold the weight that they do. “Kai, we both know it's more than that” the knowing tone of her voice reaches his ears and as much as he loves his sister he just wants to tell her to shut up. “I told him it was a mistake” he finally lets out with a sigh. There's silence, and he doesn't look at his sister's face, he can't, knowing her face will only reflect the disappointment he feels in himself. 

“why? I mean why- you've loved that boy since you met him why would you-” Kyu doesn't understand, she can never understand. Felix isn't made for him, he's made to hurt him. “His roots were black” Kai cuts her off, “what?” She looks confused, not understanding why a problem that could be fixed by a simple dye job is the reason for the sudden animosity between the two. 

“Kyu, I kissed him and gods if it wasn't the best thing i'd ever experienced -  He was everything i'd ever wanted and it felt almost sinful to touch him but I did because I just couldn't not anymore, he told me he loved me and for a moment, for a second I let myself believe that maybe even the darkest of Chthonic’s could have the light of love, but then I woke up.  I woke up and the roots of his hair were black, I'd corrupted him simply by touching him. I felt so ashamed, because I knew better, I should've known better and then when he touched me it burned. I mean sure he was always a little warm, and when it happened during sex I just thought he lost control of his powers but he tried to reach out to be and his touch burned and I just-” Kai takes a breath, not choking back a sob, he doesn't cry, has long since forgone the action, but sometimes he wishes he would, thinks it would be easier to let out his emotions that way. 

“Our powers react to our emotions, they act up in defense of us, he burned me, he was scared of me” Kai admits, he hates the words that roll off his tongue, like venom that he desperately needs to spit out before it infiltrates his veins and overtakes his mortal body. “Was he scared of you, or was he scared that you would leave?” Kyu asks after a moment of silence, when she'd taken in her brother's words, Kai’s mind stops. 

“He was scared” is all he says, like he's confirming the situation to himself, “I can't - I can't have him being scared because of me” he finishes, no matter why, he doesn't want to mix any negative feelings with Felix's positive ones, he would rather drown himself in the river styx. 

“Kai,“ his sister sighs, as if she's talking to a child her voice is gentle, yet not demeaning, it still doesn't make him feel better, “I promise you he wasn't scared of you, I know what being scared of someone you love looks like- and the Felix I saw before I came here was a mess of a man filled with loss. If he was scared of losing you- then that isn't a bad thing. Being scared to lose someone is what it is to be in love, you're scared and yet you still dive in anyway, because you'll be with them. Kai from what I saw, Felix isn't better off without you, not in the way you think he is.“

Kai lets her words sink in each sentence sitting heavier on his chest, “you want me to talk to him” Kai doesn't ask, his words are a statement, he knows his sister, and while she would never push him she was very persistent. Kai stands up, already accepting the fact that he needs to fix his mistake of calling what happened a mistake, but she stops him. “Don't go no, It's dark out, go in the morning, when the sun is bright, meet him in his domain, an olive branch of sorts. Show him you're willing to be vulnerable, it'll mean a lot more” she stands up, pushing him back softly as she moves to the door, only bidding him a smile goodbye as he nods in response, she knows she needs to leave, to let him

think about what he wants to say, what he needs to say. 

It's strange, he's not even in Felix's room and yet he can feel the heat radiating from it, the wood of the door charred, doorknob melted off, all he has to do is push, one simple push and he'll be able to see Felix. Such a simple action feels so difficult, his arm heavy as if lifting it up to open the door would be the most fatigue-inducing task he'd ever complete. 

There are no sounds coming from Felix's room, he didn't expect that, he'd expected screaming, crying even just heavy breathing and yet it's completely silent. The silence of the room is louder than his own heartbeat. His body leads when his mind is dull, walking through the door, it's second nature for his body, instinct to walk into Felix's room. Many nights spent laughing and talking with him, yet in his heart he knows it's different, that nothing will ever be the same despite the outcome of what will happen when he is in this room.

His eyes land on Felix, he's the only solid in the room, sitting atop a once white bed, his clothes burned, bedding black and ashfilled, gold tear tracks running down his face, eyes open and dead, unblinking and staring past Kai, through him. The room is dark, burned down despite the sun shining into it.  Kai mistakes the man before him for a child of the dead, he is unmoving, unblinking, no breath from his bleeding lips, no more tears from his golden rimmed eyes, his hair as dark as Kai’s own shadow. This isn't Felix, not the one he knows, not the one he fell in love with. 

Kai hears the whispers of Minho and I.N behind him, they're worried, rightfully so, but they shouldn't see Felix like this, no one should. Kai doesn't  want others to see what he's done to his light, lest they take it away from him forever. 

He closes the door, a newly formed resolve steeled in his blackened heart, he'll love Felix, even if he needs to burn, because he'd rather die in Felix's flames, than watch him succumb to his own. No one knows what was said that morning, what happened that day, it's a secret, a moment in time shared only between the two, a moment not even seen nor heard by the sun, one just for them. 

No one else was in the room where it happened, but that's a good thing, for the forced solitude of darkness and light brought forth a new beginning for the pair, one rocky, one painful and filled with heartache, but a beautiful path nonetheless. 

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