Published Date: 10-05-2025
This story was tucked away in hundreds of Discord messages last month, and I thought it'd be a cute HalXenon fic... So yeah, the story's cleaned up to be published here!
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Story Timeline: Sometime after Hal and Xenon are close enough to be talking like this. Xenon's already softened to Hal at this stage.
Scene Summary/Context:
- Xenon takes a notice of Hal's scars, and tries to heal them.
- For more context on Hal's scars, look into the gods' bodies/vessels. (TL;DR: scars can be a reflection of damages/trauma done to the gods' psyche)
- Xenon's main deal is them reversing or "fixing" the damages done to things throughout the Pantheon Realm.
Warning: Mentions of self-harming
Word Count: ~400w
May I...
Xenon reaches out to touch Hal's arm scars—only for Hal to grab their wrist, staring straight into their eyes.
No.
Xenon shudders.
I'd prefer if you don't fix me.
Hal has so much scars all over their body, from the scratches and cuts on their arms to their face. With how they always seem to be occupied with some mental turmoil, Xenon thought it might be good to heal—to lighten their burden...
W-why...?
Do you go around fixing other gods' scars too?
...No.
See?
Xenon looks a little down.
Look, I know you mean well, but really...
They're a part of me. A mark of my own hatred.
Yet you display those scars for others to see?
Yeah?
I'm not exactly proud of them. It's more of a reminder to myself, if anything.
Where did you think I get these scars from, anyway?
I assumed it was from other gods...
Oh, no. They're all mine. Others love to stab me in the body instead.
As Hal chuckles, like they've just made a joke—Xenon only looks at them worriedly.
It's alright~ I just shrug those off anyway.
Don't they sting?
Just a bit, then it eventually goes away... Nothing new to me.
I see...
How about you take a closer look?
Hal offers Xenon their hand.
Upon a closer look, the scars appear as if Hal has hapazardly scratched and cut through them. Some have already faded into something closer to lines on their hands, while some remain as large cuts, revealing their blood and flesh composed of their essence—a bright teal.
If they aren't allowed to heal them, then at least...
Xenon presses a kiss on their palm, and another kiss at the back of their hand.
What are you doing?!
Hal pulls their hand back.
I hope that lessens your pain.
Pain?
I haven't felt a sting from these scars for days!
Did you get any of my blood in your mouth? It must've been unpleasant...
Hal, visibly flustered by the gesture, wipes Xenon's lips.
...You don't have to even care about them.
They're a part of you, aren't they?
Allow me to remind you again: I do care about you, too.
Hal freezes, and Xenon can hear screams leaking through their telepathetic thoughts.
How come...
Hal slaps their face, as if they haven't known about Xenon's feelings towards them already.
Xenon chuckles to themself. How cute.