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That's Just What Love's Like, Right?

Summary:

Assorted Bladecae ficlets. (Note: They are in no particular order.)

Edit: 6/10/24: Title was slightly changed/Minor edit to ending of Chapter 1
Edit: 6/11/24: Multiple chapters were partially deleted for some reason. They should be fixed.

Chapter 1: [NSFW] Promise

Notes:

I rewrote the ending of this chapter. It's nothing major, but I felt something was missing.

TW: Gore

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“... Haaah… Haaaaah…!!!” He thrashed in his restraints from instinct. Even if he had faced worse pains, all with worse intent, even now, this cursed body of his recognized mortal danger and struggled against it.

 

“... That’s a lot of blood…” He hadn’t seen that look on the Trailblazer in… Hell, Aeons, it seemed. A blank expression, soaked in blood… He wasn’t sure if it was a welcome memory, or a dreadful one. “I know you’ll survive, I’ve seen you heal from worse, but… Will you really?

 

“Tch…!” He did his best to take a deep breath, the freezing air against his exposed lungs making the action suffocating. “If the Aeons will finally show me mercy, I won’t…” Crimson-stained fingers, thin and delicate like spider lilies danced along his flesh, before grabbing onto bone. His blood ran cold, and despite consenting, no, offering for such vile treatment upon him, (admittedly on a bluff he did not expect to be taken ) Blade choked on his breath.

 

“I hope you do.”

 

Pain. Searing pain. No matter how many times it happened to him, he never quite got used to all sensations of it…

 

“K-kh…!” Tears that had long-since ceased kicked up full-force, their salty tang contrasting sweetly with the rich taste of copper. “Ah…!!” The hunk of ivory was held high for him to see, admired with a nonchalance that was unbecoming of the boy.

 

“Has anyone else ever seen you like this?” So quiet, yet such malice in his words… 

 

“... Haaaah…” Between all the grimacing and smiling, his face ached. “Most people aren’t freaks like you, lad...”

 

“... Do you want anyone else to see you like this?” He took a deep breath, an excuse to think about the answer.

 

“... No…” Those hands, so soft, so warm compared to his own, gently took his face. For the first time in hours, that idiotic smile was back on his face, eyes shining just as bright as the Stellaron within him.

 

Good boy…” His lips were slightly chapped, yet a welcome reprieve from the night’s activities. He would never reach the paradise he truly desired, but if this was the alternative… Then perhaps he could make peace with that.

 

Mid-thought, his heart suddenly stopped, but not of his own will.

 

“This is mine.”

 

He gasped for breath, yet it never came.

 

“If you ever break your promise to me…”

 

Calloused hands clenched tighter, his vision turning black.

 

“I will never, ever forgive you…”

 

His body acted before him, frantically nodding, and it was only then that the pressure was relieved.

 

“... Promise?” A pinky was held out to him, a childish action that made the immortal want to scoff… Instead, he found himself raising his own hand, his much larger pinkie hooking gently around the other’s.

 

“... Pro…mise…”

He was tired, exhausted, especially knowing that soon enough, his body would begin to mend itself like always, and it would seem as if nothing had ever happened between the two. Hell, it made him want to laugh, knowing if anything, prying eyes would be on him, assuming that he had made some attempt to hurt Caelus… 

 

“But in return…” Blade grabbed his hand, keeping them connected. Despite the damaged bone of his left hand, he held as tightly as he could, afraid of being abandoned by the only one who could love such a miserable wretch as he. “Don’t you dare show this side of you to anyone else… Especially… That Dan Feng…!

 

Caelus just smiled, and it was all the confirmation he needed as his heart was ripped out of his chest. His eyes fell shut. The boy said something to him, but it was already too distant. Even the soothing touch of his hands through his scalp felt disconnected from his being as the last thing he saw was the boy placing a sweet kiss onto the muscle, before dropping it back into his chest cavity.

 

Once again, he would approach the heavens, and in mere moments, he would be turned away from their doors… Alas, this time, when he awoke, and found his body mended back to health, he wouldn’t scream in vain, or stare at his hands in silent agony…

 

This time, he would find the one who sent him there, and return the favor in his own way… It was only fair, wasn’t it? And if it wasn't, well...



That's just what love's like, right?

Notes:

(This is not what I normally write, but it's what I happened to be in the mood to try...)