Why would you ask the most stoic and cold pirate you knew to comfort you on your period? Because you knew he would listen and do what you say. You were his weak spot. Who would have ever thought that King the Wildfire would be laying down on bed with a human –a human who he thought was inferior in strength and power to him– and act as a body heater?

He remained silent as you curled up on his chest. His wings were splayed out beneath him. It was silent. A… A nice silence.

King grumbled.

“This means nothing.”