#biting down

[avonne-writes]

[bracketsoffear]

Body Terror Song (AJJ) "I'm so sorry that you have to have a body. I'm so sorry that you have to have a body, oh yeah. I'm very sorry that you have to have a body. One that will hurt you, and be the subject of so much of your fear. It will betray you, be used against you, then it'll fail on you my dear…"

Biting Down (Lorde) The electronics of your heart See how fast they fall apart (It feels better biting down)

Flesh Music Round 1 Bout 11

Body Terror Song (AJJ)

Biting Down (Lorde)

Voting ended onMar 31, 2025

[theresatreeofmanyone]

[ghostbeam]

500w, sfw, vampire!dabi, mentions of blood, thoughts of violence (ripping into reader’s neck), set during biting down

It’s always the same routine, the two of you making your way around Dabi’s large living space to turn on dim lamps and light candles. Before you, Dabi lived in the dark, and he never gave much thought to how he felt about it. It just was, and he decided he was okay with that.

And then Dabi met you, and he decided he liked the lights.

With one of his oddly shaped ceramic mugs in your hands, you make your way back to the living room, watching Dabi light the last candle. He stretches his arms above his head, scarred skin on display now that he’s shed his jacket. He groans as you watch him crawl onto the carpet and flop onto his back. It makes you giggle, and he finally notices you leaning against the wall.

He raises an eyebrow at you, eyeing you from underneath thick eyelashes, “what?”

“Are you comfortable down there?” You question, setting your mug down on the table to your left.

“Mhm. Very.” He says. He doesn’t tell you that he lays on the floor for a view of the string lights you helped him put up all those months ago, the pattern of the lines crossing over one another reminding him of the constellations he used to memorize.

You crawl over to him to lay beside him, flat on your back like he is with your eyes on the ceiling of stars. He looks over at you, how the light reflects in your eyes as you stare. “S’pretty.”

“Sure is.” He speaks softly. You turn to look at him, shifting your body so that you can lay your head on his chest, one leg thrown over his waist as he wraps one strong arm around you.

“Dabi?” You ask, voice soft and hesitant. He hums in reply, “Do you still have a heart?”

He lets out a breathy laugh before speaking, “Yeah, I think so. It doesn’t work anymore, but it’s still in there.”

“Hm.” You nod against him. “When I lay like this, it sounds like when you can hear the ocean in a seashell.”

“You know that’s just the blood pumping in your ears.” He tells you, running a thumb over your hip as he speaks. “It’s not actually the ocean. You can hear it with anything that’s hollow.”

You shush him, “you’re not hollow.”

But he is, Dabi thinks, he is hollow. He is hollow because he has no heart. He has no heart because you stole it.

He startles you, then, flipping you over so that you’re the one laying flat on your back. Dabi presses his ear to your chest this time to listen. It’s what he expected, your beating heart, your life.

“What does it sound like?” You ask him.

“Like blood.” He shrugs. “Just your blood.”

“Guess we hear the same thing, then.” You say.

Dabi relaxes against your chest, arms wrapping around your waist as your hands fall to his head. It should distract him more, the blood, your life, how he could rip into you at any moment and keep it all for himself. But it doesn’t.

“Guess so.”

[vizhi0nw]

Biting Down

Summary: Silco’s scar is causing some problems.

Silco/Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of chronic pain

Word count: 1.5k 

This is my first Arcane fic and my first fic that I’ve posted in a...while? Binged Arcane and now I’m obsessed because of course I am - this is just a short little idea that I thought of the other day, and slightly inspired by my own chronic pain (yay for nerve damage!) Also, I very rarely, if ever, writing in second person, so hopefully I didn’t do a poor job. This is basically just pure fluff. Anyway, enjoy!

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It always started as a slight tenderness, a soreness that didn’t seem to dissipate, even when Silco rolled over onto his back. The heaviness of sleep would keep the sensation at bay for a while, but it would always crawl back up to the surface like an ant. Unrelenting. Uncomfortable enough that he’d snap his good eye open and let out a shuddering breath, keeping it soft enough so not to wake the figure next to him. 

Tonight, you were sprawled across the bed with one arm thrown across Silco’s chest. He gingerly lifted the appendage, gently moving it to the side. The only response he received was a soft hum from you, and the noise brought a small smile to his lips - it was fleeting, for a moment later, raw pain seemed to erupt from every pore of his scarred facial tissue. His teeth clamped down on his pillow - an action he’d hammered into his psyche, as he’d once reflexively and unintentionally bitten a chunk out of his own tongue - and he felt his limbs tense. He had to just ride it out. The pain would go away. His injection wouldn’t help. This was only temporary -

A soft groan worked its way from the depths of his stomach and into the pillow, the sound muffled by the soft fabric. His fingers and toes flexed on their own accord, as if the movements would somehow distract his mind from the tortuous pinpricks of fire circling his wounded eye. It throbbed in tune with his heartbeat, drowning out the noise of the small portable fan you liked to keep in the corner of the room. It would go away. It had to go away. The pain had to go away.

Another sound was pulled from him, this time a strangled gasp. You stirred, but remained asleep. Silco’s jaw was aching from how hard his chipped teeth were latched around the pillow. Tears leaked from both eyes, dotting the sheets with damp pearls. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the pain began to ebb away. His muscles uncoiled, and he felt the tension seep from his body. Shoulders first, and then hands, feet, legs. He let the pillow fall from his lips and immediately began working his jaw. It would be sore tomorrow, he mused. 

Throughout the entire spasm, you’d remained asleep. Save for the rise and fall of your chest and the occasional moan, you looked ready for the crypt. Silco resisted the urge to reach out and touch you, instead opting to slide from the bed. He knew he looked monstrous without even having to check the mirror - drenched in sweat, shaking, pale - but he struggled into the bathroom anyway, thin fingers gripping the edge of the sink. He took a moment, his nerves still on overdrive. It wasn’t until he felt…stable, that he mustered the energy to crawl back into bed. He’d probably stay awake the rest of the night, his body on high alert for the possible return of a flare-up. Settling his mind would be an immense task that he really, really wasn’t up for. He prided himself on his mental fortitude, but it seemed like every time he fought against his own brain, he lost. 

In his absence, you’d rolled over and were facing his side of the bed. Your fist was loosely bunched up and resting in front of your face. Your eyes were active beneath closed lids. 

Whatever dream you were having, Silco hoped that it was a good one. 

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You swirled the last bit of coffee around in your decorated blue and pink mug - courtesy of Jinx - watching it slosh against the sides. You’d eaten breakfast, but your stomach felt hollow. Your eyes kept darting to the stairs leading to Silco’s office. His own coffee mug sat, full, on the bar. His movements had been almost zombie-like - he’d kissed you on the cheek (ignoring an audible and exaggerated ‘ew’ from Jinx) before completely forgetting his cup and walking, as if in a drunken stupor, up the stairs and into his office. 

“He’s not been sleeping,” You said. Jinx lifted her head from where she’d been resting it on the bar. “Did you see his expression? It was like…he was looking through us. Plus, he looks pale.”

“That’s just his face.” 

“Paler than usual,” You nudged Jinx with your foot. 

The teenager giggled, slipping from the barstool. She jabbed a finger in your direction and said, “You’re his partner. Plus, I don’t know how to deal with…lack of sleep, or whatever. I sleep just fine, when I’m not having nightmares.”

“Nightmares…” You glanced over at the abandoned coffee cup once more. It would get cold if he didn’t drink it soon, so you reached over and gripped it by the handle. “I’ll go talk to him.”

“Tell me how it goes!” Jinx said enthusiastically. The girl bounded from the room as you made your way slowly up the stairs, the wood creaking beneath the soles of your feet. You were careful, keeping one palm positioned in front of the steaming cup. You removed it only so you could knock lightly on the door to Silco’s office as a quick warning that you were about to enter. As you pushed the door forward, you caught a glimpse of him slipping his injector back into his desk drawer. A rivulet of sparkling purple was making its way from his tear duct. 

“Here,” you placed the coffee cup down on his desk before reaching out to wipe the liquid away with your sleeve. The scarring around his eye was unconcealed. It seemed to stand out even more than usual due to the fact that the untarnished half of his face was uncharacteristically washed out. He moved sluggishly, his good eye flickering up to your face.

“Thank you,” the words were short, clipped. You raised an eyebrow, reaching over to pull a chair around. He stared at you, waiting for you to speak. 

“Are you okay?”

Silco blinked, as if he hadn’t been expecting the question. After a long moment, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, resigning himself to expressing his exhaustion. It wasn’t like he could hide it from you, anyway. You slid closer, leaning against the arm of your own chair. 

“I’ll be alright,” Silco managed a half-smile. “There’s no need for you to worry.”

“You’re not sleeping. I can tell. Is it nightmares?” You spoke softly. 

To your surprise, Silco shook his head. He pointed to his mangled skin and eye. The gesture was enough - You clenched your teeth, saying, “Your infection is spreading?”

“Neuropathic pain,” Silco replied tiredly. “It’s decided to stick to a schedule, unfortunately. The injections are to stop the infection from claiming the last of my good flesh.”

“Oh, Silco,” You let out a breath. His head was tilted back, legs and arms slack. You feared that if he closed his eyes, he’d fall asleep right then and there in his office chair. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“It didn’t seem relevant. This isn’t something you can fix, and I didn’t wish to worry you.”

“I can talk to the doctor!” You exclaimed. “Singed and I are friendly! I…I’ll talk to him-”

“You don’t-”

“I’m talking to him. I’m sure he could make modifications to your medicine to help with the flare-ups.”

On any other day, Silco would have argued with you, but the fatigue won out. You were a fixer, and deep down, he knew you were right. His medication needed an upgrade. He reached out, long fingers curling over your own. His thumb stroked the tops of your knuckles, and he said sleepily, “You’re wonderful.”

“I just…I don’t like that you’re in pain. It bothers me,” You shifted in your seat. Silco rolled his chair closer, keeping a firm grip on your hand. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it softly. 

“I’m no stranger to pain. You know this.”

“That’s not reassuring,” You snorted. Silco’s fingers shifted to interlace with yours. “Maybe Singed can add in some sort of painkiller. I don’t know. He’ll figure it out.”

“Indeed he will. While I find him…unsettling, at times, the doctor does deliver,” Silco said. He slumped back in his chair, and you chose that moment to stand and place a hand on his shoulder. 

“You should sleep.”

“Impossible. Duty calls-”

“Even if it’s for thirty minutes, hop back into bed and sleep. Jinx is out doing her ‘chores’ and Sevika should be back from her patrol soon. She can cover while I go talk with Singed.”

Silco’s head lolled to the side. While his injured eye was wide, as always, his good eye was half-closed. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, and you giggled when you felt him smile against your mouth. When you pulled away, he gave a tired, yet content, sigh. 

“You take care of me. I hope you know…how much you’re appreciated,” Silco said softly. “How much I love you.”

You glanced down at him. He had a dreamy look in his eyes, as if he were already beginning to drift off to sleep. You hooked an arm under his and helped him stand. He leaned against you, and you felt him absently brush his lips across your temple. 

“Love you, too,” You smiled. “Let’s get you to bed.”

[bigbluebeautifulthings]

Lorde - Pure Heroine

pure heroine / melodrama / solar power / virgin

all artists

[avainblue]

all the pretty things that define girlhood are one shade of pink away from blood

[abalonetea]

Federal Agents Ellis Petrozza and Lovely Dane have been brought in to try and help the local officers catch a serial killer who is not only racking up the body count, but also seems to be growing increasingly elaborate with his kills. The problem, aside from the fact that it’s proving near impossible to find anything hinting towards his real persona, is that it’s getting more and more difficult to even keep the press on the man particularly bad; a vigilante in the eyes of at least half the papers, due to the fact that most of his kills are criminals that the justice system has already let go, or those that never made it to the court in the first place. Their main contact within the station is Officer Grant Delancy; charming, smooth talking, and with a knowledge of the city that’s going to prove more than just a little bit useful in their search for the killer. Except that after an unrelated altercation at the police station has them running short on staff, and with their own case having hit a solid stall, Petrozza and Lovely end up helping with some of the local shifts… And in turn, Petrozza ends up at Grant’s house, where he finds something that, while not incriminating, is just too suspicious for him to truly let go.

new story idea of mine <3