AN: A couple of things I'd like to make clear before we get started:
1. I view Pit and Dark Pit to be young adults, not 13. They are not meant to be interpreted as minors in this or any of my fanfics.
2. I headcanon the both of them to be trans, which is how I wrote them here.

Also, please note that this is rated T for some talk and implications about sex, so if that makes you uncomfy then please don't read any further.

Now that all that's out of the way, have fun reading!


Having traveled to Skyworld on foot, Magnus walked through the halls of Palutena's temple in search of Pit. He quickly recognized the door that belonged to Pit's room, as the angel had decorated it with a heart-shaped pattern near its center using fake foliage. Magnus opened the door and peeked his head in, spotting Pit curled up on his bed with his back turned to the door.

"Pit?" Magnus called. However, the only response he received was a pained groan, causing his eyes to widen slightly. He rushed to Pit's side, gazing down at him with a look of concern. "Hey, you okay?"

Pit curled into a smaller ball, holding his stomach. "N... no..." he stammered. "O-oh my gosh, there's so much blood...!"

Magnus's mind began to race, wildly jumping to conclusions. Shit, he must've gotten hurt somehow... he thought, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder and looking down at him seriously. "Where's the wound?"

Pit shook his head. "I-I can't tell you..."

"What d'you mean you can't tell me?" Magnus asked, putting his hands on his hips.

"Because, it's embarrassing...!" the angel whined.

Magnus furrowed his brow at his reluctance. "Pit, you could literally tell me anything. Hell, you could tell me you peed in the hot spring and I wouldn't care that much."

Pit fell silent at this, then sighed. "Alright, fine..." He turned his head, gazing at Magnus with a pained expression. "I'm on my period."

The man blinked at him for a moment, then he laughed to himself. "That's it? God, you made it sound like it was something serious..."

Pit turned away and curled up again. "But it is serious!" he cried before suddenly clenching his teeth. "O-oh no, the pain's coming back...!"

"Alright alright, lemme take care of this," Magnus said softly, sliding his hands underneath his friend and lifting him up. Now holding Pit in his arms, Magnus walked out of the room and started heading down the halls.

The angel glanced up at Magnus and raised an eyebrow. "What're you doing?"

"You'll see in a second," he assured him, navigating through the intricate interior of the temple. After a couple of minutes, Magnus suddenly came to a halt when he approached a large, wide door. He then walked inside and set Pit down in front of the hot spring.

Instantly recognizing which room they were in, Pit ran into the spring and sat down, letting out a big sigh of relief before turning to his friend. "Thanks, Magnus."

"No problem," the man said as he walked over to the spring, only to hesitate near the edge. "Uh... should I be worried about blood, or...?"

Pit smiled at him brightly. "Nope! I'm wearing a tampon."

"Okay, good," Magnus commented with a nod. He then took his shirt and shoes off before heading into the hot spring and settling down beside the angel.

The two sat in silence, too caught up in the warmth of the water to bother talking—however, Magnus broke the silence when he chuckled to himself. "Y'know, that's not the first time a period's gotten in the way of hooking up."

This caught Pit's attention as he stared at Magnus intently.

"The same thing happened with me and Gaol," he explained, glancing away. "Only difference is that she wanted to get busy the moment the pain passed." As Pit's eyes widened, Magnus rubbed the back of his neck. "That was a huge mess..." he muttered under his breath.

"OH MY GOSH!" Pit yelped, blushing severely.

Magnus only shrugged. "Yeah, she's kinda wild sometimes."

Pit cupped his cheek and looked down at the water. "I... I never knew!"

"Yeah..." he responded, then smirked as he thought of something. "Hey, want me to bring her over?"

The angel looked up at him and awkwardly chuckled. "No thanks. I don't really feel like getting a noogie right now..."

Magnus turned away. "Fair enough," he said, then fell silent for a few moments before glancing back to him. "So, what do you wanna do?"

Pit gazed at nothing as he touched his finger to his chin thoughtfully. "Well... I should probably get back to my duties once the pain subsides."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly. "What, doesn't your goddess ever give you a break?"

Pit blinked at him. "Well, yeah, sometimes... but—"

"Then why don't you just ask her for a day or two off while you're on your period?" he questioned, idly gesturing his hand.

Pit glanced away as he thought it over, then looked up at Magnus uncertainly. "I mean, I guess I could give it a shot."

Magnus smirked. "Good."

The two then fell silent once again, focusing purely on the warmth of the hot spring.


Pit skipped into his bedroom, unable to hide the smile on his face. "Hey Magnus! Guess what?" he called out. However, as he glanced around the room, he realized that his friend was nowhere in sight.

"Magnus?" he repeated, cupping his hands over his mouth as he walked around. "Maaaaaaagnuuuuuus!"

He walked over to his closet and opened it up, peering inside. "Magnus?" He glanced away and put his hand to his chin. Where the heck did he go? he thought. Many different answers flooded his mind, but only one possibility made panic rise in his chest. W-wait... what if he wandered out and accidentally fell off the ledge and went plummeting to his death?! The moment those words crossed his mind, he vividly imagined Magnus's lifeless body, splattered against the Overworld. Before he knew it, his heart was pounding and he was running down the halls of the temple, screaming the man's name at the top of his lungs.

That's when he suddenly skidded to a halt and fell silent when he noticed a couple of people walking down the hall across from him—Magnus, who was holding something cylindrical in his hands, and Gaol.

"I'm right here, angel face," Magnus replied, plain-faced.

Gaol only blinked as Pit regained his breath. "Well, somebody's feeling clingy today."

Pit's face lit up at the sight of another familiar face. "Gaol!"

The woman chuckled. "Hey Pit!" she greeted, wrapping an arm around Pit's neck and grinding her knuckles against his head.

Pit pulled away from her, desperately trying to squeeze his head out of her grasp. "G-Gaol...!" he whined. She loosened her grip a bit, allowing Pit's head to pop out.

After the two laughed, Gaol turned to Magnus and grabbed the object he was holding, handing it to Pit. "Anyway, I got a little something for you."

"What?" he said, taking the object from her. He glanced down and gasped when he noticed the familiar design on the label. "Ice cream!"

"Yeah, Magnus told me about what you're going through..." Gaol began, letting out a small sigh before smiling. "I know how that feels, y'know? So I decided to help out."

The angel moved forward and wrapped his arms around her, embracing her in a hug. "You're the best."

Gaol laughed and hugged him back, only to be interrupted when Magnus stepped forward and handed Pit a bag.

"Here," the man said flatly.

Pit withdrew from Gaol and blinked. "Huh?" Grabbing the bag from the larger man, he peered inside, spotting a blanket and some flat, rectangular cloth with a cord attached to it.

Magnus only shrugged as Pit gazed up at him. "I figured you could use all the help you could get."

Pit smiled, unable to hold back the tears that formed in the corners of his eyes. "I love you..."

The man seemed a little surprised by this as his eyes widened, but he chuckled regardless. "You don't get gifts very often, do ya?"

"No no, Lady Palutena gets me presents all the time!" Pit insisted.

"Really?" Magnus questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Pit nodded. "Uh-huh! She'll give me new sandals when mine get scorched, or she'll give me a new chiton when my current one gets torn!"

Magnus stared at Pit, eyes half-lidded in an unamused fashion. "Don't you ever get any birthday or Christmas presents?"

"You mean those human rituals?" Pit asked, blinking. "No."

"Yeah, we definitely gotta celebrate your birthday and Christmas together," Gaol chimed in, putting her hands on her hips.

Pit's face brightened a bit. "Really?" As Magnus and Gaol both nodded, Pit clasped his hands together and smiled warmly. "Today's the best day ever!"

"You really need to get out and have fun more often," Magnus teased.

Pit glanced down at his feet. "I don't really have time for stuff like that..." he admitted before looking back up and smiling. "But guess what? Lady Palutena gave me two whole days off!" He paused for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. "...Unless there's an emergency, of course."

Magnus smirked slightly. "About time."

Gaol raised her hand towards Pit. "Sweet!"

"Yeah!" Pit exclaimed, giving her a high five.

"So what're you going to do with your spare time?" Gaol asked, gazing at Pit curiously.

The angel glanced away for a moment, then looked back to the both of them. "Well, I was sorta kinda thinking of a sleep over, maybe?"

"A sleep over?" Magnus repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Ain't that a bit childish?"

Gaol smiled at him mischievously. "If you can't even handle a little sleep over, that just makes you the only baby around here."

Magnus stared at her for a few moments, but when he realized it was an argument he couldn't win, he crossed his arms and let out a huff. "Alright alright, fine! But I'm not painting my nails."

"Agreed," Gaol replied with a nod, then leaned down toward Pit. "Big baby," she muttered under her breath.

As the two started snickering amongst themselves, Magnus rolled his eyes and started walking toward Pit's bedroom. "Let's just get a move on already."

Pit nodded. "Okay!"


Once everyone was inside, Pit closed the door, and everyone naturally gravitated toward the center of the room.

"So what're we doing in this sleep over?" Gaol asked.

Pit glanced up at nothing as he thought, then he perked up as he got an idea. "Ooh, I know! Let's have a pillow fight!"

Magnus looked unamused at the suggestion. "Do I look like someone who'd be in a pillow fight?"

The angel giggled as he grabbed a pillow from his bed and lightly hit it against Magnus's side. "Maybe."

Magnus stared at him in mild surprise, then grabbed a pillow for himself and swung it at Pit, making contact with his shoulder. Gaol decided to join in on the fun by grabbing a pillow as well, promptly smacking Magnus's back. The man retaliated by hitting her in return, only for Gaol to swing her pillow at Pit, who ducked and smacked her in the stomach. Pit and Gaol then focused their efforts solely on Magnus, hitting him from either side while giggling.

Magnus grit his teeth and let out a low growl, quickly becoming fed up with being double-teamed by his companions. He smacked Gaol in the arm with his pillow once again, but it was only as Gaol stumbled backwards that he realized just how much force he had put into that last swing. His eyes widened as he froze in place. "Uh... sorry 'bout that."

Briefly rubbing at the spot where the pillow had made contact, Gaol glared at Magnus before swinging her pillow and hitting the man equally as hard.

The two became unmoving as they silently glared at each other, causing Pit to glance from person to person worriedly. "Uh-oh," he murmured.

Before anyone knew what had happened, the pillow fight escalated into a full-blown pillow war, in which Magnus and Gaol were relentlessly smacking each other with their pillows as though they were out for blood.

Pit could only watch in horror as his friends fought, but he shook it off and waved his hands in an attempt to catch their attention. "W-wait! Please stop!" he begged, but the two completely ignored him. Having had enough, Pit grabbed the ends of their pillows and yanked them out of their hands, forcing them to stop. "Let's move onto the next activity!" he urged.

Magnus huffed and put his hands on his hips. "Alright."

Gaol crossed her arms and glared at the wall. "Fine."

Pit let out a sigh, then walked over to a cloud-shaped throw rug and pointed to it, looking at his friends expectantly. "Okay, let's sit down over here."

The two walked to either side of him, sitting down on opposite ends of the rug.

Pit quickly sat down and smiled. "Now it's time for truth or dare! Who should go first?"

Magnus only shrugged, but Gaol raised her hand. "May I go first?"

"Sure!" Pit responded with a nod.

Gaol turned to Magnus. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," he replied flatly.

The woman glanced away as she thought to herself, falling silent for a few moments. Suddenly she smirked, but she quickly shook her head. "No, I'm not that petty..." she muttered. Settling on something entirely different, she shrugged and looked back to Magnus. "I dare you to let Pit sit on your shoulders."

Having been taken off guard, Magnus blinked at her. "Uh, okay?" He then turned to Pit and bent down, allowing the angel to crawl onto his back and place his legs over Magnus's shoulders.

As the man slowly rose, Pit giggled in delight. "This is so cool! It's like I'm on top of the world—" He suddenly cut himself off as his head bumped into the ceiling above him. "Ow!"

"Shit," Magnus mumbled, kneeling down. "You okay there?"

Pit crawled off of him, rubbing his head and chuckling awkwardly. "Yeah, I'm fine..." He returned to his seat on the throw rug and looked up at Magnus. "Anyway, you go next."

"Okay," Magnus began, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought to himself. "Pit. Truth or dare?"

"Truth!" he responded.

The man crossed his arms. "Alright. Was our first time together your first time in general?"

Pit's eyes widened as a blush spread over his face. "O-oh my gosh, um..." He glanced away and paused. "N... no..."

Gaol's eyes widened as well. "Really?"

"Who was your first time, then?" Magnus asked, unfazed by his answer.

"Um..." Pit began, face turning a deeper shade of red. "W-well, me and Pittoo sometimes did stuff before you came around, and, uh..." he trailed off, then covered his face with his hands. "I'm sorry, I can't talk about this anymore."

"Alright then," Magnus said with a laugh. "So who should go next?"

Pit lowered his hands, still blushing as he stared at the floor. "Oh gosh, that's me." He cleared his throat and straightened his posture, putting on his bravest face as he turned to Gaol. "Gaol, truth or dare?"

"Dare," Gaol replied.

The angel paused for a moment, then smiled as he settled on something. "I dare you to give Magnus a kiss!"

Gaol shrugged, unaffected by the nature of the dare. "Okay." She scooted closer to Magnus and planted a quick kiss on his lips, to which he gave a quick peck in return. Gaol gazed into his eyes for a few moments, then cupped her hand over his cheek and gently pressed her lips into his. Picking up on what she was doing, Magnus slightly tilted his head to the side and slowly kissed her back. The two then wrapped their arms around each other, engaging in a much more passionate kiss than the one beforehand.

Pit stared at them with wide eyes as his whole face turned red. "W-wh—" He threw his hands out in front of him and began frantically waving them around. "O-OKAY, OKAY! THAT'S ENOUGH!"

As they withdrew, Magnus and Gaol snickered, leading Pit to believe they had planned the entire ordeal from the start.

Gaol turned to Pit as her laughter died down. "So... who goes next?"

Pit averted his eyes, unable to make eye contact with her. "U-um... you should."

The woman looked at Magnus. "Alright, Magnus. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," he replied.

"I dare you to kiss Pit," Gaol ordered with a smirk.

Having just witnessed their previous make-out session, Pit blushed harder and furiously shook his head. "NO NO NO!"

Magnus couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. "I guess we're done with truth or dare, then."

"Sorry..." Gaol apologized, chuckling.

Magnus crossed his arms. "So what should we do next?"

The room fell silent as everyone tried to think of ideas, until Gaol perked up and turned to Pit. "Hey Pit, are you up for scary stories?"

Pit lowered his hands and blinked at her for a moment, then smiled. "Heck yeah I am!"

"Alright, I'll go first," Gaol announced before smiling mischievously. "Long ago, when I was just a little kid, I was in my room all by myself. The room was dark, but illuminated by the moonlight outside."

Having piqued his interest, Pit stared at her intently, while Magnus just sat back and rested his eyes.

"My mom had told me to go to sleep earlier on, but I didn't want to listen. So as I played on my bed by myself, I heard something quickly scurry across the floor," she continued.

Pit began to look uneasy as he scooted a little closer to Magnus.

"Without leaving my bed, I looked around for the noise, but I couldn't find where the thing had gone. Then, I heard what was distinctly my mom's voice beckoning to me. She said, 'Gaol, come here!'"

Pit's eyes widened, placing both of his hands over his mouth.

"I looked around and called out to her, but the voice only repeated itself. While I raked my brain over the situation, I heard my mom's snoring from the next room over, and suddenly, I had this horrible feeling like I'd regret looking underneath my bed." Gaol paused for dramatic effect, then placed her hands on her hips and held her chin up high. "The end!"

At this point, Pit had both of his arms tightly wrapped around Magnus, shaking. "What?! That's how it ends?!"

"Yep," Gaol confirmed, smiling triumphantly.

Pit could only stare at her in horror before shoving his face into Magnus's arm. "Please sleep with me tonight..." he begged, voice muffled.

The man let out a sigh. "Alright," he agreed begrudgingly. He then glared at Gaol, which only made her snicker.


While Gaol slept comfortably on Pit's bed, Pit and Magnus were relegated to a large pile of pillows and blankets on the floor. However, Pit found himself unable to settle down, as his mind raced with questions. Now craving a conversation, Pit listened closely to Magnus's breaths, noting that they were short and quiet which indicated that he was still awake.

"Hey Magnus?" the angel whispered, gazing at his face.

Magnus didn't bother opening his eyes. "Hm?"

"I've been wondering. How'd you get that big ol' scar on your arm?" Pit asked, causing the man to pause and furrow his brow.

"I don't wanna talk about it," he responded.

Pit frowned and lightly nudged him. "Oh c'mon! Pleeeaaaase?"

Magnus fell silent, then huffed. "I don't know..."

"I'll do your laundry for a week!" Pit offered with a smile.

The man opened his eyes and gazed into Pit's for a few moments, then closed them and let out a defeated sigh. "Fine." He flipped over to obscure his face. "I got this scar when I was trying to save my kid," he admitted, voice wavering slightly.

Pit's eyes widened as he felt his heart drop. "Oh." He fell silent, unsure of what he should say before he finally placed a hand on Magnus's back. "I... I didn't know... I'm so sorry."

Magnus cleared his throat and shrugged. "Eh, don't be. You had nothin' to do with it."

Pit felt awful for making him reveal something so personal, and to make matters worse, he had no idea how to make him feel better. So he did the only thing he could think to do in that moment—he scooted closer to Magnus and wrapped his arm around him.

The man stiffened upon the sudden contact, but moments later he let out a sigh and began to relax against the embrace. Magnus placed his hand over Pit's, and as the two of them settled into their new positions, they found themselves drifting off into slumber.