𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖞𝖆𝖗𝖉

[wixxcraft]

sunlight begins to dance along dark wood floorboards, up the silver and black threaded duvet, until it lights up ragnor’s golden halo. kit traces a fingertip up and down the mountain of his spine, a delicate touch, as if his lover is fragile, made of thousands of glass shards he’s had to put back together.

perhaps ragnor hill is a thousand of those shards. pieces of him broken, mended back together, forged by kit’s magic and his hands that would not give up on him. 

he still can’t—doesn’t think he will ever. 

he wraps his arms around ragnor and draws him closer to him, resting his cheek against the top of his head. after what felt like an eternity in darkness, fighting against a fragment of an actual goddess and winning, kit is just happy—thrilled—to still have ragnor in his arms, his soul intact and within his lover’s being. it had been a strange thing, possessing someone possessed. but his will—their love—had conquered darkness in the end.

maybe there is a reason for everything they’re going through, maybe they are growing in strength. he closes his eyes for a moment and feels his own power, his magic, thrum beneath his veins. something in him has changed, again. he can feel it more prominently than ever. he knows ragnor, too, has undergone some changes, though he’s not sure if those are for the better. 

but even in darkness, kit will be that light for ragnor hill, son of dionysus. he will be the torch that keeps the darkness at bay, the home in which he can return to. 

he presses a gentle kiss to the top of ragnor’s golden crown, inhaling the familiar scent of vineyards and grapes. 

“i love you.” he murmurs into his hair, a smile stretching across his lips as bright and endless as the skyline. 

@ragnorhill​

[wixxcraft]

to say that kit lawley was angry would be an understatement. the admission from ragnor that he still drinks outside of using his powers sinks like a stone in his stomach. he thought that he’d be enough for the other to put aside his immortal tendencies, to use them to better himself instead of feel somethng.

but he was wrong.

then, ragnor is outside his door. yanking on it to open it, knocking over and over and over. drunken slurs that seep into the dark wood of the cabin, begging—pleading—for kit to let him in. 

he almost does, more than once. if not to yell at him than to give him the cold shoulder. 

but then the words change, more frantic, more crazed. something about voices in his head, something about get it out, something about help me.

ragnor’s scream echoes through the camp, almost shatters the glass window of kit’s door. kit rushes outside, yanking the door open and collapsing to his knees. ragnor’s head is in his lap as he sees the others rushing toward his cabin. his heart is racing. he tries to wake ragnor but there’s nothing. 

no response. he starts to feel cold, starts to feel something. 

“i—stay with him!” kit yells at whoever is closest before he’s rushing toward agathys’ apothecary. his heart is a hummingbird between his ribs, wings beating against it fervently. 

“agathys! i need you! something happened with ragnor. he...he said something about voices, about wanting help, and then he screamed and collapsed. he won’t wake up. he’s, he feels cold. please.” he begs, tears running down his cheeks. “i’ll give you all the drachma i have, please just help me.”

@godspeednpc @hqgodspeed @ragnorhill

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mcgicalies‌:

“oh no i haven’t been sleeping all that much recently,” noah shrugged as he came forward, the bags under his eyes were gucci.he could tell what was on kit’s mind, his trial. the chance to get the coveted item that would give them a third worthy demigod. must be rough he thought, knowing that if they failed they would probably have to try all over again. so far no trial has been free of death as well.

“i got a reading from agathys, but i’ll pretend i don’t know what she meant to say to me,” he mused, not really here to talk about himself at all.

“do you feel closer to your mom at night?” noah suddenly asked the other man, wondering if it was truly the case for the son of magic. “know what’s funny, last time we were alone you almost went all carrie on me. hopefully you don’t try that again, i don’t have it me to dodge.”

“are you afraid of what the reading said?” kit questions, turning to look over at noah. the son of hephaestus looks tired, worn down by whatever it is weighing on his mind. the usual vibrancy he has seems dimmed, covered by a fog cloud. “pretending you didn’t hear isn’t the same as actually not knowing. what did she say?” 

he turns his head toward the sky once more, toward the blanket of stars and the crescent moon that smiles down on him. his eyes fall closed, basking in the moonlight that streaks down his face. “she’s a goddess of the moon. i’m stronger at night and feel closer to her. it feels like home, like i belong.” 

he cracks open an eye and looks at noah once more. “i wasn’t in a good place then. i’m sorry.”

[rob-pattinson]

[wixxcraft]

ragnorhill‌:

kit lawley was dead.

his body laid on the ground, curled and broken, helpless. starlight bore down on his lovely face, accentuating each feature perfectly – and for a moment, ragnor thought he wasn’t dead, he isn’t dead, he isn’t dead —

but, the blood that darkened ragnor’s hands said otherwise.

from behind, laughter came. he was in a field, alone, always alone. the night sky overhead slowly begun to teem with constellations he’d never seen; comets moved backwards on their fiery paths; streaks of starlight tore through the dark; planets spun in speeds unnatural and sinister.

then, everything came crashing down on his shoulders – 

every wayward star, every shard of sky, every piece of dark.

he woke up gasping in the cold norway night, cheeks already damp and icy with tears. the panic in his chest was a bowstring drawn taut and never released, never given that satisfaction to be free. “no, no, no—” ragnor buried his head in his palms and felt the first sob rack him, an invisible blade at his heart.

the sound of soft snores kept him from spiraling further. beside him, mouth agape in his sleep, was kit – very much alive. starlight rested on his features, accentuating them the same way it had during his dream. ragnor drew the other to him, buried his nose in the crook of his neck, inhaled his scent, let a sound escape him that was something between a heavy sigh of relief and a terrible howl of agony. 

“it didn’t take you,” he sobbed. “it didn’t take you. it didn’t take you. it didn’t take you —

i didn’t hurt you.”

@wixxcraft​

it starts the same as every night. 

kit curls his body around ragnor’s, one leg slipping between the blonde;s, arms wrapping around his waist to pull him closer to him. he spends time kissing his shoulders, his neck, his cheeks, his lips. he tells his boyfriend he loves him, rests his face in the crook of his neck, and holds him like the most precious teddy bear he’s ever had the privilege to win. 

the night doesn’t continue on like this, however. 

he’s torn from his dreams—filled with ascension and ragnor hill by his side—by a guttural howl that rattles his bones, chills his blood. then, ragnor’s arms are around him, his nose now buried into the crook of his neck. it serves as an anchor, he thiks, something to ground the other in the reality, in the present. 

ragnor’s words are a muffled sob, blending together against his skin. kit’s hands move up, cupping ragnor’s cheeks, before he pulls him away, looking into his tear streaming eyes. 

“babe, shhh, calm down, it’s okay.” he kisses his forehead, between his eyes. “i’m here. what happened? was it a nightmare?” he keeps his voice calm, his words a soft whisper.

one hand moves down ragnor’s back, fingers trailing down the mountain of his spine in a soothing, repetitive touch. 

“you’ll never hurt me. i know that.” he says the words like a promise, like it’s the one thing he’s the most sure about. 

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healedserpent‌:

Julian’s sleep schedule was tested in medschool, until it became a period of rest regardless of what time it was. Meeting Max and indulging him his secret did help, likewise his own concoction of herbs and teas. At the end of the day, swimming was what helped more than teas. But not as much as Max.  He looked over to the sitting figure, joining Kit in his wetsuit. He slowly sat down next to him.

“Not exactly,” he answered, blues meeting browns. Julian clasped his knee while his other arm supported him against the underlying bed of rocks. His head turned towards the lake, watching silver ripples grace its surface and stars illuminate overhead. The night was beautiful. Definitely something else with its near-primitive clarity that drove Chicago’s skyscrapers and towers to shame. 

“A lot of things. Namely dreams,” he gestured to the waters, hand open for the lake to take it. He returned his head back to face Kit, smiling, “But I’m sure there’s more on your mind. Congrats on getting that trial. We’ll be there for you every step of the way.”

kit looks over to meet the sky blue eyes of julian, son of asclepius. he wonders what dreams could be keeping the healer awake. with everything that’s happened, he knows there’s plenty of things that could be haunting him. 

“dreams or nightmares?” kit questions, looking away from julian and up toward the sky. his hands dig into the rock a bit, feeling the smaller ones press against the flesh of his palms as he leans back to look at the crescent moon even more. 

“thank you.” he says after a moment, biting at the inside of his cheek before he sits up, playing with the silver cross necklace that hangs alongside the dim pendant from agathys. “i’m nervous, if i’m honest. i don’t want to let her down, or any of you for that matter.” 

[wixxcraft]

blowmcakiss‌:

“is this the camp’s go-to spot when we can’t sleep?” iggy sighs out, bounding down the side of the bank until he was pretty close to the other person. he couldn’t tell that it was kit until he was nearly on top of the witch. and he couldn’t hide his sudden intake in breath. he was sure that he was the last person kit wanted to see or deal with, and if ignacio cardoso had been even the slightest bit less selfish, he would’ve turned and left the son of hecate to his thoughts.

but iggy wasn’t a good person, so he sat down next to him.

“your mind seems much more interesting than mine at the moment,” iggy admits, trying on a smile of his own, despite the stupid thoughts banging around up there.

“what’s not letting you sleep, handsome?” he doesn’t look over at kit, instead he watches the moonlight dance on the lake’s surface. he wasn’t even touching the other, in maybe an obvious attempt to not be flirting.

iggy is, perhaps, the last person that kit expects to see. he doesn’t look over at him once he recognizes the voice, doesn’t take his eyes off the moon as it hangs in the air as if floating by a string. 

“i don’t think it’s that fascinating, honestly.” kit shrugs his shoulders, finally looking over at the son of eros, the desire ridden demigod who likes to push buttons and get under people’s skin. “most people can’t really get inside of it, though, which is nice.” 

he stretches his legs out in front of him, feet dangling off the edge of the large rock, as his palms press against the cold surface. he closes his eyes, basking in the moon’s light. 

“my trial is next. just thinking about...what comes next, or after.” he answers honestly, his fingers press against the rock. “i have my mom back, now i just...have to ascend whatever that means.”

[wixxcraft]

the waxing crescent moon hangs like a lopsided smile against the purple tinted sky. stars twinkle as the remnants of winter begin to fade away, ushering in the spring time with a fresh breath, a sense of relief. kit sits on one of the large rocks that stand over the lake of lost souls, one of the first spots that he used to come to when he would cleanse himself under the moon’s light, when he would come here to think, to process. 

he finds himself doing the same thing, now. his arms are hooked around his knees as he stares up at the moon and then down to the silvery-purple hued surface. his trial is coming, his chance to prove himself worthy. his mother’s words still ring in his ears, the i love you and when you ascend repeat over and over like a mantra, an urge to do the impossible. 

nut maybe it isn’t as impossible as he makes it out to be. ari is worthy, jasper is worthy, zeke was worthy before he couldn’t bare it anymore. they’ve all accomplished the impossible—not alone, but together. he taps his fingers against his knees as he lets out a soft sigh, relaxed and contemplative. 

he turns his head when he hears footsteps against the rocks, a few of them jostling down into the water. he turns his gaze back toward the moon and lets his voice carry through the air. 

“couldn’t sleep either?” there’s a smile in his voice, written all over his face. “what’s on your mind?”

open starter

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arinowicki‌:

it’s been a few quiet days where ari spent most of his time reading in communion with his mother. it hadn’t been too action packed, wanting to spend the down time that they had focusing on the different side of his mother’s powers. it wasn’t until jericho had slammed into him with his driftwood that ari even peeked up and noticed it was late afternoon, an hour before the sunset and ari had a quick errand he wanted to run. “ oh shit. ” he muttered to himself, slipped on a jacket and walked over to the mess hall. he had called in a special favor, it took a bit of negotiating but he traded some time in the kitchen for a bag that he picked up before walking over to kit’s cabin. the son of athena knocked a few times, “ kit, you in there? ” he’d either be here or with ragnor, that much was for sure but for now, ari waited to see if the demigod’s whose trial they would be doing next was resting in his cabin. 

@wixxcraft​

nerves have been an intense, raucous thing since the news that hecate’s trial would be the next attempted. it feels like a war of butterflies in the depths of his stomach, clashing against his rib cage. there’s something else, too, a feeling of peace, like he knows that this is what he needs to do. to ascend. he thinks to himself, a smile on his face. the knock on the door breaks him from his reverie and he gets up from his bed, atlas and cross jumping down with him as he walks through the cabin. they happily trot beside him, tails wagging as he opens the door to ari. he smiles. “hey, yeah, come in.” he opens the door and immediately, cross recognizes him from greece and begins to run happy circles around the son of athena. 

[godspeednpc]

KIT goes and finds the little happy robot one more time, another bag of 1000 DRACHMA in his hands. "hello friend!" KIT says happily when he spots ARDBERT zooming around. "here you go. for your consistent hard work." he doesn't know what a robot might do with drachma but maybe he makes a bed out of it or something.

after seeing the familiar face pop up ardbert was excited to see that the man took the words out of his mouth. “friend! hello!” having kit say it first meant that he felt like it was actually real, if he could feel that was. at least he was able to buzz and beep with joy and have the other know that he actually meant it. 

setting the large chunk of drachmae down on his desk he buzzed lightly. “friend. help!” he gripped onto kit’s hand without knowing his own chest and pulled him over to the big board that looked more like conspiracy theories rather than anything else. ardbert pressed himself up against the man’s leg and the last beep was more prolonged.

it was almost like the robot was talking morse code or something for a major part of the time. yet, the demigod was able to discern that he was working on a major project. now, thanks to this last final step by kit, he was going to be able to finalize the next project and set it all off. it was going to be great! “yeah. friend. help.” 

[ KIT spent time with and donated to ARDBERT ]

[wixxcraft]

“that’s quite the little board you have.” kit says as he looks over the board that ardbert has going. he reaches out and traces his fingers along the different diagrams and pictures. it looks as if it’s been something he’s been working on for a while, probably even before kit was a demigod or part of the camp. 

“you really want my help with this? i’d be happy to. is there anyone else you need?” he questions, smiling as he pats the robot’s head. 

[wixxcraft]

stromxhold‌:

FORFEIT | CLOSED

@wixxcraft​ you’ve been honored;;

What Strom assumed was nothing more than an innocent spar became more intense and physical than he’d actually expected. He couldn’t keep hitting or hurting Kit like that so he surrendered. His weapon had been stilled for the exchange of a hug. He couldn’t inflict any more damage. Not in that sense. He cared too much for most of them to be the root of their pain- even if it were for a moment so he kept the son of Hecate close in an attempt to prove that his attacks had ceased. He sighs against the man’s neck before releasing the hold and sheathes the blade.

“We should get you to a healer. I’ll walk you.” Strom reassures and he gestures to the cleared path. “You pick. Julian or the Infirmary.” Strom knew Julian was great at his craft. He trusted those hands and that brilliant mind more than he ever did his own physician and that was probably because he didn’t have to fight alongside them. The infirmary was just as good but the recovery period might’ve been longer. But, this wasn’t his decision. He smiled at Kit. “I truly am sorry for hurting you like that. Forgive me please.” 

the warmth that radiates off strom is enough to sooth every ache and cut that litters his body. he knows that, tomorrow, he’ll feel like a bruise but he also knows that training—even this intensely—is something necessary for what’s to come. he rubs a calming hand down strom’s back, as he leans against him, a sturdy pillar he knows will be around for them all when needed. 

“i’ll be fine, strom.” kit reassures with a small smile on his face. even with the injuries, he can already feel himself starting to heal. not as quickly as ari or hudson, but fast enough to know that he’ll be alright by morning. “there’s nothing to forgive, i know you weren’t trying to kill me. it’s...training. a little more violent than usual, but we’ve got...a lot to deal with.” he moves from beside strom and sits down at one of the benches that frame the training grounds sparring courts. “let me just catch my breath, i’ll be good as new by tomorrow.”

[wixxcraft]

ragnorhill‌:

“i love you.” it was ludicrous to recall how hard it was for ragnor to say the exact words in the past because now it flowed richly from his tongue like spiced honey with no sliver of reluctance. “i am coming.” he panted into their kiss, letting his arms snake around kit’s neck and draw him even closer. “i—fuck!” a sudden thrust torn the words half-way and replaced them with a guttural cry. in between the heat that engulfed their writhing bodies and the divine way his cock was pressed against kit’s navel, he was fraying at the edges. 

“gods, i am close.” ragnor snarled through clenched teeth, burying his face in the other’s neck-crook. “harder,” he pleaded.

kit’s hands roam down the mountain of ragnor’s spine until they’re both gripping into the meat of his ass. he kneads them, desperately, as he moans into his mouth, pours his sinful cries of pleasure down his throat. he lifts ragnor up and seats himself back down on his thick cock as he thrusts skyward, nodding his head as he pants out the other’s name like a prayer. 

“f-fuck, babe.” he groans as his entire body shudders. his stomach clenches, his fingers dig into ragnor’s ass as he pulls at the globules of meat and his cock pulses—once, twice, thrice—before he’s crying out ragnor’s name to echo through his room, spilling into him. 

[wixxcraft]

tankiegonnatank‌:

Hudson looked downright miserable. All the fucking and drinking did nothing to boost his spirits or take his mind off the hollow ache that festered in his heart. In fact, it ended up doing the exact opposite. Leaving the newest demi-god feeling loniler and poorer than he’s ever felt before. “Kitty-titty-tit-tat.” The son of Ares cooed as he stumbled his way to the other demi-god, practically draping himself over Kit’s shoulder. “I’m so sad, Kit.” He drops his head into the crook of Kit’s neck, arms giving the lithe man’s body a gentle squeeze. “How do you guysss do it? How— how are you okay,” he made a vague hand guesture. “with it.”

kit’s arms instinctively move around hudson’s as the man wallows against his side. with one hand, he rubs gentle circles into his back, hoping it might comfort him. he looks at the son of ares before he looks up at the night sky, the stars that blanket the dark purple tinged sky. “with death?” he asks in return. “with all the craziness that happens in our lives now?” he shrugs his shoulders, unsure how to answer it. “i think everyone deals differently. parties like this, drinking, fucking. i have ragnor who helps make things okay. i have friends, too.” he gives his shoulders a squeeze, ensuring him that he, too, counts in that department. “i just...try to focus on the good we’re going to do. how we’re changing the world.” he pauses for a moment, scowling. “hopefully for the better.” 

[wixxcraft]

ragnorhill‌:

the burbles of laughter that left ragnor’s lips were laced through with innocence, a sound of love pure even amongst these acts deemed blasphemous. from kit, he learnt that he could be sacred and sinful all at once, to be the gold-haloed angel that had a devil’s grin plastered to their marble face. he kissed him again—and that was sinful, teeth against teeth, mouth intent to bruise.

then, his mouth fell open in soundless prayer. each bounce made ragnor’s muscles tremble and left him a man husked by pleasure, delirious from the feeling that burned within his bones. with his hand on kit’s navel serving as an anchor, ragnor let himself drift, rolling his globes of flesh in earnest, falling onto that thick cock only to spring back up and repeat until the sound of flesh against flesh resonated, until the bed rocked in unbroken rhythm with them.

when kit jabbed at a secret spot however, ragnor instantly halted and bent down, snarling a broken ‘f-fuck!’ into the crook of the other’s neck. every bone in him shuddered. after holding onto kit’s side, ragnor let his spine unbend itself, making the other sit upright once more. their bodies were slotted together, two matching fragments of a puzzle larger than them. “just like this,” he whispered as his legs rose to wrap around kit’s hips and he angled his body in perfect alignment with the other’s thrusts. “just like this.” he kissed him, tender.

the pleasured cry makes kit’s entire body shudder. his fingers curl into ragnor’s hair as the other whispers against the crook of his neck. when he moves, kit does as well. his arms wrap around him, holding him in place as they sit together, slotted like puzzle pieces. one hand moves to cup ragnor’s jaw as he brings him into a delicately deep kiss. it’s all lips and tongue, a passing of moans between open mouths. 

he rolls his hips upward, slowing his thrusts into his lover as he breathes him in. “you’re perfect. i love you.” he whisper moans against ragnor’s wine red lips. he rests their sweat stained foreheads together as he continues pushing his thick cock upward, burying it within the confines of ragnor’s ass. 

[wixxcraft]

ask kit anything.

[godspeednpc]

KIT, after spending a lot of time with agathys for so long, decides to, instead, pay a visit to someone he hadn't seen in a while. he finds the small robot zooming around, looking at the different light sources to make sure they're in working order. "hey ardbert." kit says, holding out a satchel of 1000 drachma. "you've been keeping busy, haven't you? i bet you miss zeke." he offers a comforting smile, looking down at the small robot.

“busy!” that was the robots first response as it zoomed around the small room and tried to connect different pieces together. there was a board that closely resembled that of a conspiracy theory board, trying to connect bits and pieces together for the next major project they were working on. 

then he heard it. the money didn’t really get him to stop, but zeke’s name did. “friend, gone.” instead of his normally beeping noise that sounded high pitched, resembling a smile from the creation, it was lower and drowned out. almost as if he was pouting to himself or getting ready to cry. 

but then ardbert was quick to kick themselves back into high gear. their lights went back on again, buzzing with life, as they sped their way over to kit. a robotic hand reached over to grab the demigod’s. “miss zeke, but new friend? good, okay!” it was actually a question, but one filled with hope even for something that was created.

[ KIT spent time with and donated to ARDBERT ]

[wixxcraft]

kit smiles as ardbert zooms around him. he squats down a little to hold out his hand when the little robot takes it. “of course i’ll be your friend.” kit responds as he reaches over and gives the robotic head a little pat. “wanna show me what you’re working on? maybe i can help you.” 

[wixxcraft]

ragnorhill‌:

underneath the lull of kit’s touches and kisses, he was hypnotized—the illusionist caught under the other’s spell. but, kit’s words shook him free from his little trance and arched his mouth up to a devilish grin. “needy?” he questioned with an incredulous brow, “i am fuckin’ starving for you.” ragnor pounced on him as a wild feline would, purring as their hot skins brushed. he spun the other around so that kit’s back was now laid upon the bedsheet and ragnor was atop of him, legs straddling the other’s sides, bronze hair sweat-matted. 

his broad chest heaved, becoming swollen with each intake of breath, pecs covered by a sheen of sweat. he leaned down to lay a kiss on the other’s mouth once more, before arching his back against kit’s shaft. using a hand, ragnor led it gently into his taut entrance with a gentle hiss. the fullness came in an instant, something that translated to a wild pleasure a second later. “fuck,” he tipped his head back when it was fully sheathed within him, brows creased together. then, with one hand pressed against kit’s navel to steady himself, ragnor let his frenzy of movements begin, rolling his hips back against the other’s cock in earnest. “touch me,” his words were mere breaths now, but his hands were feverish, bringing kit’s own to ragnor’s bouncing pecs. 

he would never allow ragnor hill to become this ravenous on anyone other than him. it’s a promise to himself, a final word in a spell that will forever seal them together. he laughs as they’re spun, roles reversed, and his hands rest on ragnor’s thighs, rubbing up and down the lean muscle. he stares up at his golden haired beauty, their eyes gazing deeply into each other, transfixed and longing. 

kit squeezes ragnor’s thighs as he lowers himself down onto his aching cock. his eyes fall shut, head rolling back as he arches skyward, pushing his cock until he’s completely sheathed within the other. he holds him there, eyes fluttering open as he looks at the portrait of perfection atop him. “feel so good.” he breathes out in a low moan.

and then ragnor hill rides him. his fingers grab the taut muscles of his pecs, massaging them as ragnor rolls back against his cock, bounces on him as if this is his favorite seat. he drags his nails across the sweat glistened skin before his hand moves up, hooking around ragnor’s neck to pull him down into a heated kiss as he meets ragnor’s bounce, thrusting up into him at a jagged angle, groaning fully into his lover’s mouth.