They say gods bleed ichor— gilded blood. And gods can only be harmed by immortal weapons.
Arthur’s ears ring as he stares at the liquid gold weeping for Merlin’s stomach, it glows in the dim morning with its own light and trails down Excalibur’s blade like water.
He can’t feel his hands, they buzz and tremble. Arthur thinks his chest is heaving, maybe he’s crying, but all he can see is gold swimming behind his eyes and searing into his memories. Blue meets world-burning gold and all he can think of—
LMAO WILL AND NICO HAVING A SLEEPOVER EXCEPT WHEN ITS ACTUALLY TIME TO SLEEP WILL IS LIKE YOU DONT HAVE A NIGHT LIGHT?!?! AND NICO IS LIKE NO??? AND WILL RUNS ALL THE WAY TO THE APOLLO CABIN JUST TO GET HIS NIGHT LIGHT BECAUSE HES SO USED TO HAVING IT AND NOW HE CANT SLEEP WITH OUT IT AHJHGJHGSI 😭😭
The only 2 left intact frames of an 1923 French silent film titled "Mascarade des coupables" (English: Masquerade of the Guilty). Following the end of World War 2, all known tapes have been lost or too damaged/destroyed and the film is now considered lost media.
You know that trend of a person sending their partner something sexy and descriptive while they're just chilling at a party/family dinner?
Frank casually sexting Robby in the middle of the day and Robby experiencing "No way he just did that, what the fuck?" Seeking him across the room and Frank watches his reaction very closely, with an unsure yet playful smile. Robby's getting annoyed, mad ("Fucking Langdon"), trying to ignore it, telling Frank to never do it again cause it's no time, nor place for that, yet thinking about that text till their shift ends, where he can finally grab Frank, drag his ass home and devour him.
However, it's somewhat hateful, "You're driving me insane, do not fucking do it again, not while I'm working.", so Frank listens (like the good pup that he is, that will do anything for Robby's praise and approval).
Which makes it even more surprising when it's Robby who texts Langdon something filthy maybe a week or two after (as he had time to live with the feeling and think through it, feeling kind of into it), hooking Frank's thoughts. Frank is a grinning distracted disaster until he can FINALLY get his hands on Robby.
Worst case scenario (for the colleagues and HR lol): they take a breather when it's quiet and the breather is making out at the very least (that might turn into a quick hand job or something). Super unprofessional. Full of adrenaline. And Robby is SO into it, which makes it even more wild in his mind. Never have he thought he'd be making out with Langdon at work while he's officially in charge of him as an attending and an ED chief. Surely not this pretty married man with two kids? Surely not him that Robby wants so badly and can't help himself?
Your first ever ask, and it's an angel of the lord judging your LANGUAGE, Benny 👎
answered random ask; @qapsiel
"excuse the fuck outta me, wings? you telling me you came all the way down here from wherever the hell you're from to judge me for my LANGUAGE? not all the shit i've done.. but? my use of fuck's gained your attention? or.. what was the breakin' point? hold on.. let me guess. the nun did it, huh? i'm telling ya; that old bitch deserved to be called a crusty cobweb coochied cuntrag. doesn't matter if she was wearin' a habit or not. should'a kept that i'll pray for you business to herself and used it on whatever kid diddler's runnin' the church she scurried off to. a-fuckin'-men."
(this is what i do instead of my very important assignments.
Suggestive near the end, but not descriptive
title from 'sex' by eden)
Freelancer can practically see the steam rushing out of Gavin's ears.
His face is red and his eyes were glaring holes into them. If they didn't know any better, they'd say he was mad at them.
But they saw the way Gavin's lips fought a smile. The corners of them tugging up without his approval, entirely giving away his facade.
They've grown awfully fond of him, and it almost scared them. Almost. No one could really be scared of such beauty, in their humble (and very correct) opinion. And if that didn't convince them, Freelancer would take any and every opportunity explaining how wise, endearing and kind the man in front of them was.
"Are you even listening to me?"
That snapped Freelancer right out of the clouds. They paused for a second, before coming clean.
"Nope. Sorry, handsome."
If Freelancer said Gavin's face managed to get even more red, he would deny it.
"You-" he starts, putting his face in his hands, breathing in and out to calm himself, "I am going to kill you."
If Gavin meant that, he didn't show it. Perhaps one could argue the blushing, smiling and wide eyes filled with adoration were all a ruse to hide his murderous intent. If that was the case, Freelancer had definitely fallen for (him) it.
Unfortunately for Gavin, Freelancer had one last card up their sleeve.
"And what are you going to do, Gavin? Fuck me to death?"
What were they here for again? Magic history tutoring? A movie date? Finishing the leftover pizza and wings they ordered the last time Gavin was over?
It didn't matter anymore, because Gavin was forcing them out of their seat, grabbing their face and kissing them breathless. All while maneuvering the both of them into their bedroom.
When Freelancer took a breath, they were on top of Gavin, legs on either side of his waist, one hand pinning one of his arms down while the other was resting on his chest. They stared at him as they felt his chest falling and rising, his heart beating beneath their touch.
They remembered what that meant, when a demon took the time to form a heart beat with magic. Slowly, they leaned down to kiss his chest, right where a real heart would be if he was human.
They looked up at him, and in their brief eye contact, Freelancer thanked him. For his help with DAMN stuff, for trusting them enough to be this vulnerable with his emotions.
For being in their life.
If Freelancer was asked if they started to cry in that moment, hiding it from Gavin by meeting his lips with their own again, they'd say it was drool.
