saturday, august 12
day 6: Benji getting hurt on a mission because of something Ethan does (direct or in-direct); Benji having to assure Ethan he’s not blaming him (@benthan-week-forever)
They were on a mission. They were on a mission and Ethan made a mistake.
They were on a mission and Ethan made a mistake that caused Benji to get injured.
He blamed himself. Of course he did. He couldn't help but feel responsible for everything, despite knowing deep down that it wasn't entirely his fault; that he couldn't be in control 100% of the time. But that didn't stop him from feeling guilty.
It manifested in several ways (but it was always the same):
Guilt: He was consumed by it; blaming himself for the injury that befell Benji. He believed that he should have been more careful, more vigilant, and that his actions had directly led to Benji's harm. This guilt weighed heavily on him, causing him to question his abilities and judgment as an agent - as a partner.
Self-doubt: The incident shook his confidence in himself - in his decisions. He began to doubt his skills and capabilities, wondering if he was truly fit for the dangerous world they inhabited. He questioned whether he deserved to have someone like Benji in his life, fearing that he would only bring harm to those he cared about.
Emotional turmoil: His self-blame and guilt created a whirlwind of emotions within him. He felt a mix of anger, sadness, and frustration, directed mostly towards himself. The thought of losing Benji, the person he loved the most, intensified these emotions, making it difficult for him to find solace or peace of mind.
Overprotectiveness: In the aftermath of the incident, he became overly protective of Benji. He was afraid to let him out of his sight, fearing that any harm that might befall him would be his fault once again. It stemmed from his desire to shield his lover from any further danger and to make amends for what had happened.
But this was not about him. This was about Benji.
Benji - the love of his life - bleeding, bruising, hurting.
Ethan was patching him up, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. Benji looked up at the older one, his eyes filled with love and tenderness, sensing the brunette's inner struggle - the viciouis circle of Ethan blaming himself over what happened (because he always did; carrying the weight of this world on his shoulders).
"It's not your fault, Ethan," he said, his voice soft and reassuring.
"These things happen, and we can't always control them."
Ethan looked at the blonde, his heart filled with gratitude and love. He knew that Benji was right - in a way - but he just couldn't help feeling responsible for what had happened.
"I'm sorry, Benji," he said, his voice filled with regret.
"I should have been more careful. It's my fault that-"
Benji reached out and took Ethan's hand, squeezing it gently.
"You did everything you could, Ethan," he said, his voice filled with compassion.
"You're a great partner, and I wouldn't want anyone else by my side."
Ethan felt a wave of relief wash over him, knowing that Benji didn't blame him for what had happened (he never did). He leaned in closer, his hand still carefully holding Benji's bruised one.
"I love you, Benji," he whispered.
Benji smiled, his eyes sparkling with love.
"I love you too, Ethan," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness.
As they lay there, cuddled in bed together, their love giving them strength and comfort. They knew that they were meant to be together, and they were grateful for every moment they had.
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lowkey thinking of one of your friends sliding in the barstool right next to you and saying, "i wouldn't fuck him if i were you." she's not the envious type so it doesn't make sense. why not?
"i know his type. one night of stomach cramping fun and you're stuck with him like gum tangled in your hair. impossible to rid. just now, you'd given a friendly ㅤsmile to his pal on the right and his eyes had burned. that screams danger."
possessive, she'd said. obsessive, if he's crazy. (and he looks it, babes.)
you didn't think that riding him in the front seat of his truck would've led to you the way you are now, achy cunt, mottled neck, dinner plate sized hand soothing the tender skin of your thigh that he'd left raw because of the stubble on his jaw, the other palming at his erection.
again. as if your sore pussy can take any more of this assault. he hasn't left since he got here a week ago. on vacation, he'd muttered as he pushed a spit-slick finger into you, up to the knuckle.
should've listened to your elders :(
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The Ghost Prince does not, under any circumstances, answer a summoning after it was made aware he existed. None know why he doesn't, some are bitter and hateful of it while others are thankful that it's one less bloodthirsty manic to deal with.
The Ghost King meanwhile hasn't been seen in multiple eons, so the magical community who wanted to use his power just, stopped, trying to summon him for a long time.
Most magic users knew that the Ghost Prince never answered a summons, and that the Ghost King just dropped off the radar.
So could you really blame Constantine for not taking it that seriously when some wannabe hotshot cultists try to summon both of them in the middle of a city to wreak havoc?
He'll give them some credit though. Points for doing it in broad daylight and actually being somewhat of a threat with not relying on just summoning the Ghost royalty and figuring out what to do from there.
The area they were in was somewhat destroyed, then the cultists manage to complete the summoning circle to summon both of them and Constantine, well he just light up a smoke.
It isn't going to work anyways so what does it matter?
...
Is that a fucking Ice cream truck he hears? Who the fuck is driving an Ice cream truck while their city is being under attacked with cultists trying to summon eldritch ghost royalty?
He'll give them some points for dedication, though.
Then he looked at the cultists and nearly had a goddamn heart attack to see that the summoning circle is actually fucking lighting up and working.
The Bat is so gonna give him a headache over this.
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Danny Phantom, crown prince of the Infinite Realms. Does not answer summons.
For one, it is annoying as shit, whenever someone interrupts his day just to ask for infinite power (that he can't give), world domination (that he won't do) or infinite riches (which he also can't do).
It just got annoying being summoned all the time so. One day he just, well, no. And hey, it worked out well enough for him to not continue doing it.
Then he also learned that Pariah Dark is basically the same, after he got out the coffin and stopped trying to take over the world for whatever reason. He was actually a pretty swell guy!
He was just with him too, with him being not so swell at the time for making him go through lessons about Ghost etiquette, rules, stuff that's expected of him as the crown prince.
And don't even get him started on the engagement and marriage proposals.
Overall, he just wanted to find an excuse to leave. Then he felt the familiar suggestive pull of a summoning and, instead of rejection as he usually does in a second. He thought for a bit if he wanted to go with that or crown prince duties.
It was tempting, but dealing with cultists seemed worse than this so he was about to reject.
At least, before he heard an Ice cream truck playing in the background. He doesn't even know how the hell that popped up through the pull but by the gods has it been a while since he's had Ice cream.
So he answers and is gone with a pop.
Pariah Dark just stares for a good second or two, before breathing out and deciding to also answer. Fright Knight is just there, off to side, questioning what he should do now.
Danny wastes no time with the cultists on the other side and in fact, he pushes them out of the way and goes diving for that Ice cream truck he hears. Only to realize he doesn't, have any money on him.
Fuck.
Pariah Dark is less inclined to follow the rules imposed by humans like money, but he does know it can be important. Once in a while. Not that often, but it has its times.
So when he sees his adopted son being sad over being unable to pay for some kind of human delicacy, he digs around in his hair (yes, his hair.) and pulls out some money and puts it on the counter as payment.
The man inside the tiny vehicle had shrieked before getting what they wanted. Which is good. Fear is a good motivator, Pariah thinks.
Unknown to him, it wasn't out of fear (Well, mostly) but because the Ghost King placed down a coin made of pure, solid gold on his counter.
The two then go about their business in the human realm, completely forgetting about the fact that they were summoned here for something.
Constantine is both relieved and about to have an aneurysm at seeing Infinite Realm royalty only answering a summon because of Ice cream.
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