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lunargrapejuice · 13 days

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LUNAAAAA ily 🤭 anyway i've read a bunch of your fics and i never thought i would like sephiroth until i read what you write so pls pls pls if you can write smth smutty and sweet of seph it would kill me (p.s. preferably after him and reader have their first baby and they've been so pent up after almost 2 years of not being able to do it)

hi babes!! ily too!🥰🩷 im so glad i could help bring you over to loving sephiroth heheh🤭 i did take this idea but i did change it a bit and then kinda ran away with it? i still hope you like it! thank you so much for reading and requesting something!

the sweetest of dark dreams

sephiroth x fem!reader | 6.3k + words

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, porn with plot, un named daughter, hurt/comfort, post ffvii story, violence and drugging (not by seph), he's not pre-nibelheim sane but not crazy seph either?, possessiveness, explicit sexual content, mating press, cream pie, implied multiple rounds, i think that it but please let me know i missed anything!

synopsis: the first thing you saw upon opening your eyes is sephiroth with your daughter smiling at his side and tugging at his sleeve but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered that maybe you never woke up in the first place and you’re still dreaming. is it a nightmare or a sweet dream? you wonder again and again as two days pass, questioning if any of this is even real because how could it possibly be real when your husband who should be dead is suddenly.. here, alive and breathing and making your daughter smile. you don’t know what to believe but all of this feels so unbelievably real it’s hard to tell your brain and your heart otherwise and he doesn't wait long to show you just how real this is.

you’ve yet to decide if this is a dream or a nightmare or which you would even want it to be if you knew.

it started off as a nightmare. no it was so much more than that when you lost sephiroth after the nibelheim mission and somehow even worse than that when you found out you were pregnant. pregnant and utterly alone. on the run from shinra, desperate to ensure your baby would never be known by them, would never have to come close to one of their labs or needles.

then your daughter was born. a mix of you and your soulmate and beyond perfect. the rays of light in her eyes, his eyes, helping guide you through the darkness that had clouded the path in front of you for those first nine months without him and thus nightmare began to turn into a bittersweet dream.

the sweetness of it was easier to take in the more she grew, with each successful day that you’re both free of shinra, but a day never passed that you didn’t think of sephiroth or feel the permanent ache in your chest that had been present since you were parted. and you were never blind to the threats that still lingered. the truth that your daughter shares sephiroths jenova cells and if shinra ever found her.. well you would be sure they never got to her so you would not have to find out and she would never have to know any of the pain her father was put through.

it's what sephiroth would have wanted too.

nearly six years of you and her, safe and sound, six years of giggles and smiles and you doing everything you can to protect her, a dream you live out for both you and your beloved and when you heard of the explosion of shinra, what sephiroth had done, you had hoped maybe the running could finally be over, but it only took one moment for it to turn into a horror you didn’t dare dream of, that you could hardly take and have relived every night since in your dreams.

“mommy?”

“yes baby?” you replied as calmly as you could and prayed that your daughter couldn’t feel the rapidness of your heart beat under her hands that cling around your neck but you couldn't suppress it no matter how hard you tried.

“is something wrong?”

she’s always been more aware than you know how to handle at times but how could you lie when at this moment everything seemed wrong, so very fucking wrong, like everything you did to try to keep her safe wasn’t enough and never would have been. you remembered crying about how you couldn’t do this without sephiroth during her birth and maybe you were right all along..

you heard he died along with many others that fateful day but there was no mistaking hojo when you spotted him in the city you visited for supplies near the place you had called home for the last half year and the devilish expression on his face when your eyes met let you know he had not mistaken you either.

that sickening smile had only grown when his gaze came to the small child holding your hand, her silver hair so similar to her fathers if her slitted pupils weren’t enough to give her away to him. though you honestly don’t know how much of a look he got of her because so quick you had your daughter in your arms and slipped back into the crowd that frequents this market street.

you didn’t look back but you felt him and others following you.

“whatever happens, just don’t let go of me, okay?” you asked of your daughter, hugging her closer to your body. you had dropped your groceries somewhere on the side of the road to help lighten the load and get you moving faster as she wordlessly buried herself into your chest, holding on like her life depended on it.

she held on just as tightly when she was ripped from your hold by a man dressed in a shinra infantry uniform only minutes outside of the city. like they had been waiting for you, they cornered you against an abandoned building and before you realized it, hojo was behind you and you felt the prick of a thick needle sinking into your side.

there were a dozen others that surrounded you, some pulling your weakening body away from your daughter as others tried to make her let go of you. you’ve never felt so helpless, so scared and even though you know it’s only a dream this time around, the emotions flood back like they had then.

“what did you do to me?!” you screamed at hojo in your fight to reach for her but no matter how much you tried to move you couldn’t get your body to do anything and the place where hojo had injected you burned like the heat of it was draining every ounce of your strength and consciousness.

you hardly heard his answer over the cries of your daughter and the adrenaline pumping through your veins with no way to release after whatever the hell hojo put inside of you. you screamed, unable to hold it back when your mouth felt like it's the only thing that could move or do anything at all. it made your lungs burn with dry heat, you thought they may even burst with how it rages inside of your chest but you could only hope in the explosion it would take hojo and these ass holes with you.

by some miracle it ignited your muscles and you tugged at the hands that held onto you, your strength surprising them and their hold slipped, allowing you a moment to tumble away towards your daughter, reaching out for her with bruised arms just as gunshots echo all around you.

a gust of wind, like the beat of a giant wing, swirled around you, sending hojos lackeys flying in every direction but you and your daughter remained steady, not a hair flying in the wind. before your hands can connect with her she’s being lifted into the air by gloved hands and when you follow them to the person picking her up, feeling your body succumbing to the serum hojo injected you with, you see sephiroth holding her on his hip, reaching down for you with his other arm, a dark black wing surrounding you like a shield before the entire world faded away.

you awake with the same jolt you had once the serum had run its course, body jolting and gasping for air but unlike then, you’re quick to realize where you are and that things are okay. a weird, uneasy definition of the word but your daughter is safe and hojo is dead and that is enough for you. at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

it had to be enough because right now nothing else aside from those two things make any sense to you and even the latter you’re only taking at the word of the familiar stranger currently asleep with your daughter in his arms on the plush chair in her bedroom.

it’s only been a few days since you woke up after being asleep for two weeks thanks to hojos concoction and the first thing you saw upon opening your eyes was sephiroth with your daughter smiling at his side and tugging at his sleeve but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered that maybe you never woke up in the first place and you’re still dreaming. is it a nightmare or a sweet dream? you wonder again and again as two days pass, questioning if any of this is even real.

how could it possibly be real when your husband who should be dead is suddenly.. here, alive and breathing and making your daughter smile and claiming hojo is no longer a threat because he personally saw to it and you’ll all be safe now. he’ll be sure of it. you honestly don’t know what to believe but all of this feels so unbelievably real it’s hard to tell your brain and your heart otherwise and regardless of whether it is or not, you need to continue to protect your daughter. so even in this foggy state between reality and a fucked up beautiful dream, you do what you’ve always done to keep her safe.

she may be a heavy sleeper but sephiroth never has been himself and you doubt that’s change in the years you’ve been apart so when you sneak out of the house, you hold your boots against your chest as you tiptoe out of the front door and hold your breath with every step until you’re on the edge of the small garden you keep, sitting on the wood plank of the garden box and lace up your boots before making your way back towards the city.

two weeks you’d been asleep. two weeks of not earning any gil and you don’t even know how sephiroth has paid for or gotten the food currently in your pantry. it’s just another worry on your shoulders that makes it hard to breath or think straight but it’s one you can do something about at least. you’d have made better care taking plans for your daughter in your absence had you not been asleep all this time and the fights you planned to join in the undercity for gil being only tonight until next month. you couldn’t wait that long and having joined them before, you know you’ll be fine. thank the goddess there were no lingering effects of the serum as far as you could tell.

that doesn’t stop how sickly on edge you feel the entire walk, like hojo or sephiroth might pop up from the shadows, like you’ve done a terrible thing by leaving your daughter with a man you aren’t sure is real. a stranger, you had called him earlier but you’re just as much of a stranger to him now too. so long without him, your only focus being keeping your daughter alive and safe at any cost and despite your heart with a wound that not even time could heal. you’re not the same person and if he really is the man you once called your husband, the same one who had tried to destroy the planet, he isn’t the same either.

he had been gentle with your daughter over the past two days of you carefully watching his every move though. she had hardly wanted to be away from him since you’ve awoken and he had seen to her care during the time you were drugged to sleep without as much as a scratch on her little body. she trusted him and though you aren’t sure that you did, you didn’t think he’d hurt her and you’d do your best to get back before either of them noticed you were gone.

your dream replays in your mind as you walk past the place where sephiroth had reappeared before you, right when you needed him. in the moonlight you’d never guess it was the place of a slaughter or the return of someone you never thought you’d see again. it looks almost peaceful in your slowed steps taking in the blades of grass that flatten under your footsteps but it does anything but bring you calmness.

on the brink of losing it, your mind running a million miles an hour with how to wake up from this dream, how to discern what’s real and what isn’t, you’re thankful the undercity is filled with more life than the actual city is thanks to more than just the townsfolk being here to watch the fights happening in an arena that sits in the center of it all. no one pays you any mind and the endless chatter along with the announcers echoing in the background nearly drowns out your anxious thoughts.

you’d need to figure them out at some point. you know you can’t avoid it forever but it would have to wait for tonight, until you could control just one thing and be sure there was enough gil for whatever your family might need in the coming weeks, until you could feel something that was undoubtedly real to knock you out of this sorry state if for no other reason but your daughter.

like always, you would need to push through for her even when you’re breaking in ways you don’t know where to begin to cover up or fix. then again, maybe you’re just unfixable to begin with.

having made your way through most of the crowd, you’re nearly at the carved out side entrance of the arena to look over the fight lists and sign up for one’s you know you’ll be able to win against other people and monsters but like he had been waiting for you to arrive, you see sephiroth leaning against the wall with his arms folded and his head down, silver locks covering most of his face just a curtain of starlight. he no longer wears his normal armor but there's no denying it’s him. in the busyness no one seems to notice him either but he’s all you can see.

in a blink, his attention is on you, as if he felt your presence, and you’re frozen in the street, unsure what it is that’s gluing your feet to the ground. fear? guilt? worry? you can’t begin to describe the feeling properly but it's like black tendrils root you in place and make your heart beat uncontrollably, uncomfortably.

unfolding his arms, he takes long strides towards you, his eyes never leaving yours, the expression on his face completely unreadable and as composed as ever. every conscious part of your body tells you to run as fast as you can in the opposite direction, all the while your heart whispers that he would never hurt you. run towards him. you push the urge down, remind yourself he isn’t your sephiroth, and when the nerves in your feet finally get the message and move, it’s away from him that they choose. he’s so close to you by then though and you know you only get away because he’s letting you.

you can’t get out the ‘excuse me’s and ‘i’m sorry’s that sit on the tip of your tongue as you hurry away from the arena and back towards the entrance you came from, accidentally knocking into patrons without looking back. you don’t even know why you’re running when you know there was no getting away from him. even if he’s letting you go now, he was faster. stronger. dangerous. and worst of all and more likely than anything else, maybe you’ll realize he’s just some twisted joke conjured by your subconscious or shinra in order to get whatever they want from you.

it’s just outside the dimly lit entrance to the undercity that sephiroth has had enough of chasing after you and before you can stop in your tracks, he’s standing in front of you, the lights of the undercity reflecting back on his handsome features, and he’s quickly changing your direction and backing you into metal wall of the normally closed off entrance with his steps only inches from yours. it’s only the two of you around with the arena growing louder, telling you the event is about to begin.

he doesn’t touch you, there’s not a place your bodies connect, no where you’ve dared to reach for in the two days you’ve been awake but you can feel the warmth of him at this distance, smell his familiar leather and flora scent, and it wraps around you like a blanket you had nearly forgotten the touch of but you hesitate to melt into its comfort. his strong arms cage you in, not letting you escape his intense gaze and towering height, and on bated breath you wait for him to make the first move, to say something, anything because for two days you’ve hardly had any words between you but it seems he was not going to let that continue any longer.

“what are you doing here?” he asks and you feel your heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice that wavers with what you swear is worry.

but it couldn’t have been, you tell yourself. he’s not real. this isn’t real. wake up - wake up!

“it looks to me like you already know,” your words are like venom on your own tongue. you hate the taste but you can’t stop it with the overwhelming feelings currently consuming you, that you don’t know where to begin to process. before he can say anything you continue, finally finding the strength to move and using it to shove him away from you with your hands planted firmly on his chest. it’s the first time you’ve touched him since waking up and you’re almost surprised that he feels solid. it steals the poison behind your words, makes you falter and they’re only defeated now. “you don’t get to judge my choices. i do what i have to for her. i always have and i always will.”

free from his caging, you don’t try to go back to the undercity. you know he wouldn’t let you and gods dammit your daughter is alone right now - your feet start to head back towards home at a quick pace, not waiting up for him or looking back to see if he is following you.

“that’s not the issue here,” his voice is close when he speaks again, as though he’s right on your heels.

you stop in your tracks, turning on the balls of your feet to meet his gaze. goddess how is he even before you..

“not the issue?” you can’t help but laugh. it feels horrible though, bitter and heavy and brings tears to your eyes. “then tell me, what exactly is the problem because i can think of so many bigger issues than earning gil to keep my daughter safe!” so quickly you’ve lost your cool, every word you speak brings you closer and closer to bursting into tears.

“you’ve done so much for her,” he says and despite the flinch of the words you used to claim your daughter without him, there’s a soft adoration in his tone that makes you think this really must be some kind of mirage meant to torture you further, to break you, and it’s working. he takes a step closer to you, reaching for you with his gloveless hand but his touch never connects. “but putting yourself in danger is no way of protecting her.”

your tears begin to shed without your permission, letting go with them the floodgates of your emotions. this was too much to take, too much to process when you don’t know what to believe or do when years of longing pain crashes to the surface in a suffocating wave. “what would you even know about it when you’ve been goddess knows where - what - trying to destory the fucking planet - while ive been in agony without you?! trying to get through every day-”

you take a step away from him, thankful there seems to be no one else around you to hear your loss of control, to see the way you run your hands over your face and hair and take in breaths that only seem to fuel the heat inside you that is cracking you with ever added degree.

“did you even come back for me after nibelheim? did you know i was pregnant or about our daughter?!” you’re sobbing uncontrollably, unsure if he can understand your words but you couldn’t stop them just as much as you couldn’t control your weeping eyes. you can’t meet his either when you continue, “i - i don’t even know if you’re real sephiroth! the only thing i know that's real is her and even if this, right now, is some kind of messed up dream hojo’s put me in, i have to take care of her in the chance it’s not and if it is then- then i have to wake up so i can save her. i have to do something! - anything - i -”

the touch of his hands on your face, cradling your jaw with gentle strength, stops you in your tracks before you can fully succumb to fear and grief and every little emotion firing off inside of you, before you drown in your own tears.

sephiroth says your name and though you can’t tell if it’s helping or making your tears worse, you don’t fight him. “you don’t think i’m real?” he asks, his voice deep and eerily tranquil but before you can protest or reply, his lips are on yours, pressing together in a deep, claiming kiss. one of his hands carding into your hair while the other grabs your trembling hands and brings them up to his chest.

you can feel his steady heartbeat under your palms, taste him on your lips with each kiss you return that’s coated in your tears and the way he handles you feels like a distant memory. you want to melt into it, let yourself be weak and handled by him like you had years ago but you can’t bring yourself to give in. it’s not real and it hurts that much worse because of it.

with unreserved strength, he presses you against him with a hand now at your back, splayed across you in a possessive grip, keeping you completely flush against his larger body, your feet nearly off the ground in your reach for him. you gasp against his lips at the sudden contact and when he takes in a deep breath, he affirms you as though he had read your mind, “this is real,” you feel the pressure of his forehead on yours and hiccup in your sobbing at the contact. “and you will never be without me again.”

“sephiroth..” you hold onto the shirt he wears, the fabric bunching in your fists as if he might disappear in the wind if you did not hold onto him. in this state you don’t know if you can believe him but so badly do you want it to be true and you think maybe for a moment you can give in, let yourself believe it for the sake of your heart that’s filled with a hope you worry might break you like you never before if it turns out to not be true.

you couldn’t bear to lose him again. even if neither of you are the same as before, there is no doubt in your mind that he is a part of your soul and heart just as you are a part of his. that you will always be tied to one another in a bond you can’t explain in words but that you’re certain transcends lifetimes and universes.

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the front door to the house creaks open slowly and for the first time since you gave in, you break from sephiroths lips, trying to catch your breath in quiet gasps thanks to the tears still flowing from your eyes. he’s carried you the entire way home, with your legs wrapped around his thin waist and his ever present strength helping him support you with minimal effort. he isn’t keen on letting you go now that you’re home either.

the house is quiet and in his walk to your bedroom at the end of the hallway, you both peek into your daughter's room to see her sleeping peacefully where sephiroth had tucked her in before following after you. you reach down and shut the door and in his next step, he captures your lips once more in a kiss that makes you light headed and dizzy.

he’s quick to press you against your bedroom door as the click of the lock fills the room and is quickly replaced by your whimpers. aside from when you slept here for those two long weeks, unmoving but with your heart still beating, he hasn’t stepped foot back in your room despite the fact it was torture to be so close and yet so far from you. he had wanted to devour you from the moment you first woke up and looked at him with those eyes that were so closed off but still so full of the love that changed him, that made him realize there was something he could not live without.

he wasn’t well without you by his side either and regardless of whether you believed him or not, he hadn’t known of your daughter but when he found out, all he had done was search for you until he heard the planet vibrate with your scream that shook his soul and brought him to you, never to be parted again.

“have you remained only mine angel?” he asks low against your lips, with an urgency that tells you he needs you to tell him. he gives you the chance, lifting up further up on his waist and stepping away from the door, latching his lips on the base of your neck, nibbling and sucking on your supple skin.

you’re quick to nod, your words following after he has you on the bed and is on top of you, not letting an inch between your bodies. “only ever yours,” you promise and you mean it whole heartily. there could never be anyone but him in your bed or in your heart.

“only mine,” he echoes, the words vibrating through his chest and then his teeth are sinking deeper into your flesh. you hold back a cry, feeling your body break out in goosebumps as you writhe underneath his broad frame, trying to keep quiet. he shifts and presses his hard, clothed cock over your sex, rolling his hips with a soothing lick over the marks of his teeth on your flesh. “all mine.”

the way he strips you of your clothes is such a stark contrast to how he handles your body. the fabric is carelessly ripped and torn in a ravenous fashion, the fibers easily giving way to his strength but when his fingers touch your skin that lay beneath, they’re acutely aware to your fragility compared to what had become of his own body and maps out every change in your own since sephiroth last saw you like this.

he remains completely clothed above you, his pupils the thinnest of slits underneath thick dark lashes that grow heavier with aching hunger the longer he stares at you. a piercing gaze that makes your entire body tremble and burn with heat. a predator gaze. the eyes of your other half that you only saw in your dreams for so long. but your dreams had never been this real. your heart had not beat like this in six years, not even your endless tears could begin to replicate the feelings coursing through you right now and you couldn’t control a single one of them but you didn’t need to when you surrender all of yourself to him.

the pressure of his body against yours once more grounds you, the warmth of his breath and lips on the skin below your ear, his hand that travels down your inner thigh towards where you want him the most making you whimper in a plea for more. at this point you aren’t sure you’ll be able to stop crying but your tears are slower now, your hands tugging at his clothes for purchase or to get them off of him or some mix of them both.

“i’ll show you how real i am darling,” he whispers against you, placing a kiss to the space below the lobe of your ear right as you feel his fingers on your cunt, slowly parting your folds from your entrance to your clit, groaning at the soft and wet feeling of you. “be a good girl for me.”

in all the time you’ve been apart you’ve never forgotten the feeling of him but have never been able to mimic it with your own hands and could not even dream of it with another, let alone follow through with it just to sate your needs. there’s nothing compared to the way he knows your body better than yourself, the intense adoration he shows it and how easily he finds the perfect pressure against your clit that has you clenching around nothing, arching into his chest, and soaking his fingers.

and when he finally sinks two of his digits into you, you have to bite your bottom lip to keep from screaming out. it feels so good, so right, so real. his body lifts from yours, spreading his legs and yours thighs on top of his follow, giving him the perfect view of your glistening cunt.

“‘s real,” you don’t mean for the words to be spoken out loud despite the fact they echo over and over again in your mind and you say them so quietly he might not have heard you had he not been so keenly aware of every inch of you.

his other hand comes up to your face, the pads of his thumb soothing below your bottom lip in a gentle caress that coaxes your jaw to slacken and hear the your sweet noises as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your tight hole, curling them when they’re buried knuckles deep inside of you.

“i’m real,” he confirms, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

your hands hold onto his muscular arms, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his skin with every lewd squelch from between your legs each time he pulls his fingers away and pushes back into you with skilled movements until you’re coming so quick, so hard, around his fingers. he massages that perfect spot inside of you that has you seeing stars behind your closed eyes, his thumb pressing against you clit in time with his movements and your orgasm rocks your body, adding to your tears that he begins wipes with his hand on your face as he watches you break around him, feeling himself growing impossibly harder behind the confines of his pants at how beautiful you are.

his chest is full of the anguish and relief of all these years without you, what he thought he had lost that only drove him to further madness but that was here before him now, that he would never be let out of his grasp again.

a whimper escapes your lips when he leaves you so very empty with the withdrawal of his fingers but you can’t bear to take your hands off of him. you need to feel more of him, all of him, and don’t stop your pitiful movements that pull at his clothes, shaking and needy. you can’t hold onto him tight enough but it doesn’t bother him, he doesn’t make you stop, and his much steadier hands help you take off all of his clothes, revealing every last bit of porcelain skin that you thought you would never see or touch again and the silken strands of hair that tickle your skin nearly everywhere your hands roam.

settling between your legs, he helps you stroke his cock in languid movements, his larger hand enveloping your own, mako filled eyes entirely focused on you, slitted pupils blown wide taking in the sweet divine bliss on the beautiful features of your face, the delicate curve of your breasts with every deep breath you try to take, the sticky slickness of your pussy that makes his hands on you tremble in held back strength and makes his mouth water.

“spread your legs for me,” he instructs, his free hand supporting your leg helping you move as he wishes. “spread them wider,” his voice falls deeper, your legs shake but not from the stretch. you do as he says and you let go of his big cock to reach your hands up around his neck to bring him down to your lips. his hair falls around you like streaks of moonlight, bringing you back to the place you always belonged and the softness of his lips on yours, the pressure of his leaking tip at your entrance, all reminding you how real this is. “just like that sweet girl.”

the thickness of him stretches you in a lovely ache that you only want more of and he takes it slow sinking into your tight walls until he’s buried to the hilt, all while kissing so passionately to muffle your shared moans, to feel and claim all of you that he could. his strong grip keeps you still, at the mercy of his movements. even when his hands travel from your hips to your legs while he begins to pull out of you just to sink back in with a powerful thrust, they have you at sephiroths will and you easily give it to him.

grabbing onto the fat of your thighs, relishing in the feeling of you in his hands once more, so pliant and desperate, he pushes your legs to your chest, spreading them wide, and sets a deep and brutal pace when he gives into everything he’s feeling that's only amplified by taking you like this.

at this angle he’s so deep, fucking you into the matress, and with how unchecked his power is, you don’t doubt you’ll have bruises where his hands hold you open for him but you want the proof that he’s yours again. that you won’t wake up to and he’ll be gone. you hold onto him with just as much fervor, your grip moves from his arms and bury in the thickness of his hair, tugging at the roots with every time you feel so full of him, so close to your release again already, and it only seems to spur him on more.

the bed posts move along the ground in time with his thrusts and when it’s somehow still not enough of you, his chest meets yours, his arms barely holding the majority of his weight over you that has you folded in half, whimpering underneath him with every jolt of his hips inside of you, the slap of his heavy balls against your ass joining your quieted cries of his name and his heavy breaths, his sweet praises.

“you’re taking me so well - ngh, fuck,” you clench around him, greedily sucking him back in when he’s pulling away from you. “my good girl.”

“‘m so close,” the words are breathless, barely there when they escape past your lips and the heat of them soaks into his own that can’t stop kissing you, delving his tongue into your mouth and tasting you again and again.

“i know,” his voice is octaves deeper, sensual in a way that only brings you that much closer. “don’t hold back. cum for me angel,” it feels like a gentle command, even with all the desperation and love behind his words. “need to feel you cum on my cock.”

“ah! s - seph-!” you can’t get out his name before the pressure between your legs bursts like it never has before and when you feel him throbbing inside of you, painting your walls with his seed, it only adds to the ethereal heat that washes over you and leaves you trembling in the drugging, hypnotizing atmosphere of him still hard inside of you, the feel of his body against you, the numbing tingle of your legs as he helps them unfold and settle comfortable around his hips.

he doesn’t stop there. your heart skips far too many beats at the loss of his chest on yours, not knowing where you began and he ended and your hands that try to pull him back to you are too weak to do anything but follow the way he moves you but he soothed you with his lithe fingers caressing your skin as they help you move onto your stomach.

you mewl at the sensation of his cock moving inside of you while he shifts you into this new position. the sticky mess between your legs drips onto the sheets below you but makes it easy to sheathe himself fully inside you with a gentle and small pull of your hips upwards.

most others would be terrified to be in such a vulnerable position with sephiroth but you’re nothing if not pliant and perfect when he plants his hands beside you, leaning down to kiss your neck as he bucks his hips into your sensitive pussy and whispers against your skin before sinking his teeth into your tender flesh again.

“i’m not done with you yet.”

bonus!!!

in the morning you wake up alone but the noise that erupted from somewhere else in the house and caused you to stir eases your heart before your mess of thoughts begins to come back to you. your daughter's giggles and though quiet compared to her own unrestrained shriek of laughter, you could still make out the deep chuckle of sephiroth.

slipping out of bed, you move slowly thanks to the ache in your muscles and between your legs, your steps a bit wobbly with each one you take to dress in something more decent and walk to the door. the more you move, the steadier you become and by the time you make it to the living area, stopping in your tracks to watch your beloved peel an orange for your daughter who talks to him animatedly, it’s a pleasurable hum throughout your body with every movement reminding you of the words he told you last night.

there’s still a lot to consider. a lot of questions to be answered. a lot of healing to be done. maybe you’ll never be back to normal or you'll be stronger than ever. you don’t have any answers, not for yourself or from him but for this morning, you can let yourself hope this will be the start of the dreams you shared with sephiroth since his days in soldier, whatever version of a normal life might be left for your little family.

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ganondoodle · 10 months

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since i cant stop thinking about things i care about and also i cant shut up ever im gonna say my bit about the "well of COURSE they destroyed everything shiekah after botw bc it nearly killed the entire country DUH do you not understand basic worldbuilding??" type of comment i had directed at me (mostly on twitter to no ones surprise and almost exactly worded like this)

--how would you even destroy it, the only thing you can actually damage with anything are guardians and nano-guardians, anything else cant even get scratched, hell you cant even climb the darn things, are you seriously trying to tell me they somehow completely pulverized not just the shrines but titans (divine beasts), the shrine of life and the pillars holding the guardians in storage around hyrule castle and the dome beneath it (whereever that went lol) when it was built to and DID last over 10 000 years ... and if you did somehow find a way to dismantle literally all of it why would you not ... use its parts for something else and also research it (lets be real here, purahs new towers are just the sheikah towers but more impractical and would by all means not need all of the material from all the missing stuff and the purahpad is just ... literally the shiekah stone but looking more like the switch and also worse bc its got almost none of the functions the shiekah stone had) they were so integrated into botws landscape removing them and their chambers would have been so much effort better spent in other places and just so unnecessary (think of the shrines at the twin mountains, removing all of that would be so dangerous and difficult to do), removing the pillars and the dome under the castle would endanger it collapsing no? there also would have needed to be a giant mechanism down there to make the pillars rise up, why would you go and try to destroy that instead of focusing on rebuilding the most important infrastrucutre

(on a sidenote, yes there are holes to the underground in the place of some shrines but its by far not all of them .. .even so there at the very least should be some rubble of them lying about at the bottom plus in most of their places its just plain earth, or sometimes even a cave locked by some puzzle which is.... so weird)

really the only explanation would be that it all just ... disappeared after zelda sealed ganon, which wouldnt only be hella unsatisfying as an answer but also again pose the problem that i would have caused the castle to collapse considering how shiekah tech was so integrated into it... unless it turned to earth somehow ... which would explain that but still be as satisfying of an explanation as 'it was all just a dream uwu' additionally, the zonau stuff under the castle wasnt even that far down so it must have intersected with the shiekah stuff, like the pillars or the dome?? but no its all just zonau ruins now wahoo

if literally all traces were gone and totk was a paralel to botw but with zonau instead of shiekah OK, they still called it a sequel tho, they still talk about the events of botw but in a way that sounds like it was just another lost legend, the tapestry exists as well, and there are a few old guardian parts on top of the hateno institute (still feels like an oversight considering how cleanly everything else was wiped off the map), plus purahs towers and the purahpad are clearly based off of it, so it cant really be some time fuckery either, some things still remain; it just doesnt add up and its frustrating as hell .. ... especially if you were like me completely thrilled and intrigued to learn more about the ancient shiekah, what WAS that dome under the castle for?? what WAS ancient energy really and why was it found in these specific places only?? did they know about ganondorf?? if they built stuff down there shouldnt they have inevitably come across the old tunnels?? the monks literally talk to link in botw why would they withhold that info, what reason could they have?

--by far my biggest annoyance with that excuse is that ... if you are so afraid of tech you dont fully understand being taken over by the bad guy again to the point you destroy not just the titans you basically worshipped as divine protectors but also immovable shrines that literally couldnt do shit to harm you even if they were pumped up to the brim with malice/miasma after they have already become non threatening/non functional anyway... HOW could you just go and fully trust and personally play around with new tech that LITERALLY rained from the sky out of nowhere, from a group of people no one knows shit about (like at least the shiekah were still existing and had a small part of recorded history) and never cared either until now that they are suddendly everywhere, even if it cant get corrupted somehow (kinda disproven by the spirit temple) how the hell would anyone know that?? if anything this would be a reason to be MORE afraid of it

even the ancient king that persecuted the shiekah bc he was afraid of their tech when they invented it didnt order them to destroy it, just bury it, despite them of all people knowing the best of how to completely destroy it??? and zelda doesnt seem like the type that would order old history and relics to be destroyed liek that??

it would have been such a golden opportunity to show that hey, the ancient shiekah based their tech on that of the zonau, they found the mines and tech and reasearched it to built their own from it, strucutres that show they were down here building the shrines from underground, titan prototypes, you cant do anything with it, its old and broken, but its there, environmental storytelling and all that

the shrine of life especially pisses me off bc thats like .. ok it was kinda not the best maybe but it still saved links goddamn life, even if it all became useless for some reason at least leave it there as a sign of respect, if there needs to be a cave have it be half collapsed after the cataclysm or something wheres the problem

(also idk if im the only one with that but in botws true ending when zelda says that vah ruta, i think, has stopped working it seemed like a good setup for more? and that she wanted to investigate that in the sense of ah shoot i want it to keep working tho and not in the sense of hell yeah lets smash it to pieces i know this is theory territory now but it seemed like it somewhat confirmed that the titans need a pilots strong spirit to work since they are not connected to the ancient energy network and the spirits of the champions passed on at the end ... the idea that ancient energy was spirit energy either gained from luminous stones or directly spirits is so neat, and i loved that idea of hey the reason why all of the energy went out all of the sudden is bc ganondorf is breaking free after having been kept in a stasis to use either his malice or his strong spirit to fuel it all has never left my mind since i first read about it bc its such a good setup for intrigue, like oh heck the ancient shiekah werent so coolio and 100% perfectly good either, maybe they knew about gans 'future' or history and hey why not trick him or sth into being sealed against his will so that problem is out the way and whoop hes pretty much an infinite source of energy nice lets use that for our research and not tell anyone oh no we created a monster (calamity gan) l guess we are gonna use the tech we fuel with his own life against him lol, OR you could have connceted it to the zonau maybe doing the sealing first and the shiekah discovering him later and being like oh neat an endlessly rich powersource we arent gonan tell anyone about weehoo

it would have tied into the ancient shiekah stuff, explained why it doesnt work well anymore, give a reason to explore the underground and discover it all, give a reason to why it was kept a secret bc no one wanted to admit yeah we made this monster ourselves whoops, give ganondorf a reason to be this angry and make it all more nuanced bc yeah ok maybe the zonau knew about gan and in their effort to prevent it caused it instead by sealing him before he became a problem and it all started a domino effect of disasters leading into all this mess that now poor zelda and link gotta solve

im not saiyng this is the better version or that i am better but again you can literally do so much with the setup for it all and what totk ended up doing with it feels so ... not even underused but straight up backwards treading you had it right on front of you INFINITE POTENTIAL AAARGH)

theres only so much fun gameplay and fantastic music can save and man can you imagine what could have been if the story got the same polish as the gameplay and music ;__;

#ganondoodles talks #ganondoodles opinions #zelda #totk #the best part of totk is the yiga clan and the music #fuck the music got me more emotional than the actual happenings #anyway compeltely random thought #but why was the gerudo temple light-mirror themed and the lead up to the spirit one lightning themed #what #again i LIKE this game #but i want to LOVE it #and yeah fun gameplay is important #a good story can save bad gameplay and great gamplay can save a bad story #but you know whats even better #good gameplay and good story #its not somethign that cant coexist #and yeah a bad story can diminish the fun im having with the gameplay #some people seriously argued -imagine playing video games for the story- to me and i ????? what #this all got way longer than i wanted again ...#longpost

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iprefertheterminsane · 3 months

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All this talk of a wedding and the perryshmirtz era revival (which im sure is at least 98% attributed by the boycott and queerbait again) is making me want to churn out a perryshmirtz wedding AU ficlet. So hear me out;

Perryshmirtz Fake Wedding AU

Not least inspired by @echoes-of-the-unknown 's fanart taking the cake for most reblogged recent post by the perryshmirtz tag featuring a confused Heinz; a panicking, blushing Perry; and the kids doing what they do best: inciting chaos.

It's hardly the first time human!Perry has had to juggle the discretion of his two halves; keeping Heinz and the consequent violence and political dangers of the agency and undergeound villainy AWAY from the already PRESENT continuous dangers of his boys' adventures. Despite Perry's white knuckled grip on control, the tri state area is TINY, and the damn things overlap whether he wants to or not. This isn't even the first time he's caught smack bang in the middle of it, but he's usually brighter than this.

The tight knit group of middle schoolers looks at him expectantly, covered in grease (likely attributed to their latest technical contraption of the day) and leaves (likely attributed that they are in middle of a pollen infested Danville Central Park in the middle of spring.) As fate would have it, he has Heinz in a headlock, which is not so unexplainable even if neither Phineas nor Ferb would have ever expected their mellow behaved Uncle could ever be brought to incite such violence on a stranger, much less had expected him to leave the house. The picnic blanket, flowers and food (it's thematically related to Heinz's scheme today, and a backstory related to his first high school date) is much less easily dismissed.

I'm-

-Think fast think fast think fast think fast-

On a date.

Isabella's eyebrow twitches up sharply. Perry barely holds in a wince as Phineas and Ferb shares an equal look of surprise, if perhaps kinder.

Heinz has gotten still in his arms, and it is a silent blessing. Perry readjusts so his grip looks like he's attempting to choke the life out of the man, much more like a white knuckled hug from behind.

"We didn't know you were dating, Uncle P," Phineas says, politely. Suspicious, but yes, polite, because Linda had raised him right, of course. "How did you meet? How long have you been together? Does mom and dad know?"

The idea of the kids getting this news back to Lawrence and Linda somehow, adults who are less likely to react unpredicatably and blow it somewhere out of his control sends a splash of ice water down his back, and he's practically sputtering without second thought.

You can't tell them, Perry signs urgently. Because-

The kids wait patiently, which makes things worse. Perry is stuttering through his signs as he attempts to make something on the spot.

You can't tell them because he's not my...boyfriend.

Their brows furrow in confusion, almost in sync.

He's my- Perry winces. -Fiance (?)

All at once shock overrides their expressions of doubt and confusion, the childish giddiness and appeal of marriage taking hold of their previous suspicions. Marriage was serious business, after all. One does not lie and dither about marriage. It's genius. He's doomed.

Baljeet's gasped and dropped his armful of sheepskin (where on earth would the boys have sourced these things-) for dramatic affect. Isabella has her hands over her mouth, her eyes taken a sheen of romantic yearning. Phineas is apologizing profusely, and Perry is begging to everh merciful Law and Deity listening Heinz does not decide to speak up right then.

Things are complicated on Heinz's side of the family, Perry explains, which is close enough to the truth that he doesn't feel guilty about lying to the boys any further. We're trying to arrange things a bit more carefully before we decide on anything full proof and explain things to your father.

The children clamor with further questions, save for Ferb, who continues to stare with an undicipherable look on his face. Baljeet's question rises above the rest in a brief moment of respite, and it is a simple, sweet enough request that he does not have the heart to refuse: "Can we help with the wedding planning?"

Sure. Perry says helplessly. Maybe once we decide we can follow through and I break the news to Phineas amd Ferb's parents, maybe-

The children are too busy cheering to listen to the rest of his words, their priorities sorted and greenlit as far as they are concerned. They promise to plan for a wedding to be remembered, the best wedding in the history of Danville, and are finally compliant enough to be shoo-ed away, discussing flower arrangements, officiants and-bizzarely, extraterrestrial port arrangements and guest lists.

Perry waits, at least, until they are out of earshot before he allows the weight of his impulsive actions to overcome him, but Heinz finally speaks before he could.

"So," the german-borne scientist cuts in in what Perry assumes he thinks of as a very casual manner. "Fiance, huh?"

Perry faceplants into his cupped hands, and Heinz chuckles where he still hadn't moved, tucked in between Perry's legs in a fascimile of a hug.

I'm really, really doomed

#perryshmirtz #choice of fic #perryshmirtz prophecy post #my brain is always a writer's refuge in a fever ridden haze

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Vox's hypnosis actually works on Alastor. The thing about it is that Vox's hypnosis works like real life hypnosis. (ie. It can only make someone do something they already want to do). Normally everyone wants to do what Vox says because hes Vox. Alastor is different, because he doesn't buy into basically anything that Vox is selling.

It gets a little more complicated when it comes to the two of them spending time around each other, though, because Alastor doesn't even know what he wants. Alastor doesn't realize that's how Vox's hypnosis works. He thinks it can just make you do anything, so there will be times where Vox will try something and it won't work, and there will be times where it does work. Alastor just thinks he's more able to resist Vox because he's an Overlord. This isn't true.

Hypnotization is one of the few ways Alastor can be made to say or do something genuine even when he's not exactly ready to, and not being in control of his own actions is one of his greatest fears. So, naturally, any time Vox successfully hypnotizes Alastor, Alastor ultimately comes out of it feeling gross and violated.

Which Vox doesn't care about, because what's the big deal? Alastor wouldn't have done it if he didn't really want to deep down. Whatever he told Alastor to do, it probably resulted in the two of them having a good time, so Alastor has nothing to be upset about. Plus, Alastor has never told Vox no. His behavior after the fact suggests he's unhappy, but he's never outright told Vox to stop because doing the nice thing even though he wasn't prepared to still conflicts him. What if he says no and then they never do the nice thing again because he can't suck it up enough to initiate anything without the hypnosis?

Alastor ends up using it as a crutch. If he doesn't want to admit to having liked something, he can just say "well I was forced to do it." The fact he would admit something like that is telling on its own, because it implies he's even more unnerved and humiliated by the thought of people knowing he enjoys intimacy than he is by the thought of people knowing Vox has power over him.

The other problem is that he can be especially deranged sometimes and pull a "haha well i was actually just pretending to be hypnotized. I did it because I wanted to, not because he made me." But sometimes, he doesn't actually know. Because he doesn't believe Vox's hypnosis only gets people to do things they already wanted to do, sometimes he psyches himself out and doesn't know what he actually wanted to do vs what he didn't actually want to do. He gets really frustrated about it. In the end he's only really hurting himself, unless he somehow finds a way to gaslight Vox by lying.

But Vox is just like. Lol this is a win for me i get to do awesome stuff with alastor no regrets im getting all the attention from him EVER this is awesome

Its a really dubious thing because Alastor is just made so uncomfortable by the hypnosis, but Vox won't stop, but Alastor won't tell him to stop because what if once he stops they never do anything nice together again? And admitting any of that stress and fear to Vox would undo him. It'd shatter him.

I have lots of scenarios about this in my brain it can fuck them up so bad. Vox using his hypnosis to make Alastor confront every single desire he thought he locked away in a box at the back of his mind. Vox being endeared by that vulnerabiltiy, so positively intoxicated by it that he doesn't see that instead of fixing Alastor, it's making him worse.

Or maybe he does, and maybe he prefers it that way just to see Alastor express something other than his facade, to know Alastor actually cares even if he won't say it, to command Alastor's attention in a way no one else can.

#on air #radiostatic #vox hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #to be clear one of the things vox cant get alastor to do is have sex with him #but hes definitely tried and alastor has definitely faked him out a few times #its not that alastor will never have sex with vox its just that theres a lot to unpack there even if he does secretly like being around vox #i have so mamy scenarios about this hypnosis thing in my brain btw #ask me about those teehee teehee

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beaulesbian · 2 years

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more mike gets vecna’d and will has powers theory, that i cant stop thinking about. long post ahead

(bear with me, its a bit chaotic, just like my thoughts)

first they thought it was about the place - the trailer park, but max mentions chrissy was crying in school. which means it wasnt fixed to the place. so even if mike is in cali, it could have already somehow work on him, and maybe will have more effect once he comes back to hawkins.

what he already has in common with the other victims - possible negative emotions.

ofc given the situation mike could have been just upset with what he saw that el did to angela, as well as being upset bc he found out from will that el has been lying to him. as well as will being upset with him too about the lack of communication between them (and mike back at him - they could have both dealt better with the calling/writing to each other throughout the year).

but also this:

and im not sure if its just a coincidence or finn doing this accidentally,

but given it was actually mike who saw this happen to max (when they both didnt know the cause or that its a much worse problem), im taking it as some kind of foreshadowing,

and another foreshadowing could be with the d&d game they play in 4x1, and mike’s character going down - they could be dead, OR could be just at 0 hit points, which mean... someone needs to save him/stabilize him still after defeating vecna

they will need someone to break the curse, defeat the wizard part of vecna.

and then maybe someone with healing powers, maybe a certain cleric (will) 👀

“ Clerics are powerful healers due to the large number of healing and curative magics available to them. With divinely-granted abilities over life or death, they are also able to repel or control undead creatures “

where if he does have some kind of powers, he could do something against the supposed undead army, thats been mentioned multiple time throughout the show.

imagine:

vecna attacks mike, they desperately try to rescue him, but what if his favorite song doesnt work, eleven fails trying to defeat vecna, but then will gets into upside down either through the connection he still has?

and he finds mike, and what vecna is trying to do to him, illusions and nightmares all around, its horrible, and he sees how much mike is scared and terrified.

and will does what he does best - he reassures, he offers a comfort that in that moment mike desperately needs, maybe in just a way of saying ‘im here, its gonna be okay, we are getting you out of here, just hold on.”

and he attacks vecna... with a fireball!

(bc although “he could have cast protection and play it safe”, “sometimes the bad guys are smart too”)

drawing fireballs with green instead of red, could mean its just the opposite color on the spectrum - or the upside down version of red.

i rest my case with:

LET WILL CAST FIREBALL ON VECNA!

#stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #mine #gif:byler #uff i just needed to write this whole thing down ive been thinking about it since i rewatched the whole show #long post #stranger things spoilers #spoilers #stranger things meta

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librarycards · 8 months

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*might be sending this to a bunch of people with great blogs who I really like and appreciate

saw a claim made that ocd "can never be cured, like thatevery person who has ocd will always deal with it, "have it" and that's because ocd is caused by a "chemical imbalance in the brain" and that it's been "proven by research". so they say you can't deal with ocd for only a few months or years, if you say you have than it wasn't actually ocd you're lying or exaggerating. which I find ridiculous and insulting, but than they say something worse "research has proven it's chemicals in the brain" which sounds even more ridiculou (im anti-psychiatry all the way. but what can I say to that?! any thoughts?? is this person referencing any real research? or just made up pro psychiatry nonsense??

I'm afraid I might not have a satisfying answer to this ask, mostly because I'm 1) agnostic (at my most generous) to the "chemical imbalance theory" of "mental illness" (as it were). there is nuance to this: i don't think that we are somehow entirely unaffected by our brains, in terms of structure and contents etc. Rather, I think that the construction of "mental disability" is relatedly only tangentially to what our brains actually "do." That is, the construction of mental disability preceded and continues to exceed what is capable of being known about the brain "itself," because mental disability is first and foremost a social, medical, legal, linguistic construction. Little more evidence of this is needed than the fact that I have never had my brain scanned, yet have been diagnosed with myriad mental disabilities and institutionalized against my will. The brain is to mental disability what "sex" is to gender –– a mythology of concreteness designed to (unsteadily) bolster the flimsiness of the diagnosis, the assignment.

While I am also uninterested in recovery as a paradigm, and in theorizing what it might look like to be "free" of a certain part of the way i move through the world (ocd included), I am interested in collective healing with and through self-determination and free association. What I know for sure, despite the murkiness of everything else, is that it is possible to substantially improve your quality of life in a wide variety of ways: some people find medications that help, some counselling (whether professional or informal). Others choose spirituality and meditation. Others self-direct using freely available therapeutic resources. Still more enlist the help of their friends and loved ones to keep track of types of behavior they'd like to avoid. And, of course, some don't do any of that, and it is their right to do so, so long as they are not endangering others, regardless of how shitty it feels (both for them and the people who care about them).

so: I'm giving you a non-answer. I don't believe in cure because I don't believe in disability-as-disease. I think people who are obsessed (haha) with figuring out the etiology of different diagnoses are at best naïve and at worst eugenicist. (Note: i am not upset with you, nor do I think you're a eugenicist or any other genre of bad person! Thinking about these things does not make you bad. Asking these questions in good faith does not make you bad, either.) I think that we will be much better positioned to talk about living and improving together when we forget chemical imbalances or medical decrees of terminality or unrecoverability or treatment resistance, and start thinking about things we can do in our lives now that help us create better futures.

#antipsychiatry #ask #anonymous #if you think that my reasurance is excessive #please remember that i am assuming anon has some ocd-labelled shit going on (as do i) and responding with that in mind

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A Twist on an Old Classic

Collar | Touch Aversion | "Leave me alone"

Mei's been having nightmares ever since MK revealed his true chaotic monkey form which she desperately tries to ignore as she and MK go out to a concert

(Harbinger and the Solider type fic, but not exactly ;) )

Ao3 Link

Mei was on fire.

No… no, scratch that, she was the fire.

Red and hot, destroying and aching and burning, she was a flame singeing the grass beneath her feet and crumbling the trees around her as tears evaporated off her cheek.

She could smell the burning flesh, hear the cries of animals, feel her own soul and light being slowly and achingly peeled away from her as she burned bright and crimson.

“MK?! Pigsy?! Mr. Tang?! R-red boy?! Where are you?!” She called, her voice cracking as tears sizzled faster against her face.

“Where is everyone?!” She tried calling out again, which only made her sides ache more as she continued looking around desperately.

She saw something move in a bush, and without thought she ran to it before it was cauterized in an instant, along with a little white rabbit.

“No– no, I’m so sorry– I-I didn’t mean to– I’m sorry!” She tried to scoop it up, but it was cremated by her mere gaze and its ashes were spread to the wind. Trying to grasp them was even more pointless, as it just caused them to disappear quicker.

“M-MK– MK where are you?! I didn’t mean to– I didn’t– I don’t wanna– MK, please!!!” Mei cried louder.

“Mei? Mei?!”

“MK!!!” Mei sprang to life, running with all her might to where the voice of her best friend originated.

“Mei?! Mei where are you? We gotta get you outta here!!!” MK called again.

“I hear you! I hear you! I’m almost there– j-just hold on!” Mei replied, heart pounding.

“Mei-! Mei!!! There you–”

Mei was going to run into his arms, but MK stumbled back in terror.

“M-MK? W-what's wrong?” Mei pleaded, stepping forward, but MK crawled backward.

“Y-you! You’re the one causing all of this-!” MK pointed.

“MK, I-i don’t mean to– make it stop, please!” Mei ran to his side, grabbing his hand before her friend cried in pain.

“GAH— What is wrong with you?!” MK kicked her away while trying to cool his hand, which was actively smoking.

“I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to– I didn’t want to– I-i–” Mei could barely talk, the words just bundling up in her throat.

To make matters worse, Pigsy and Tang showed up too, and instantly ran to their son to investigate his injuries, and when Pigsy noticed it was Mei’s fault his eyes turned to daggers.

“You did this to ‘im, didn’t you?!” He growled, pulling out his rake.

“I-i didn’t mean to Mr. Piggy, I promise– I’d never–”

“It’s Pigsy, you lyin’ bastard!” The chef growled and swung at her, which Mei barely avoided.

“I’m not lying-! P-please! I don’t want to be like this!” She wept as Pigsy tried to strike her again.

Pigsy kept fighting her and fighting her and fighting her as she ran further into the bright burning forest, her cries and apologies causing the flames to grow higher and higher in the wind, until MK was somehow in front of her with his staff in hand.

“This is for the greater good Mei– you know this,’” MK lifted his staff.

“MK– n-no– please,” Mei begged on her knees.

Right then a different voice called to her– a familiar, but long, long dead one.

“Xiaojiao!”

Ao Lie.

Mei shook her head, trying to get rid of the voice before she noticed her friend– her bestest and greatest friend in the whole wide world MK– just smirked in his shining monkey form, glitching yellow before he leapt into the air and struck her through her skull–

Mei suddenly gasped for air, shooting upright in her bed, and gripping her blankets so tight it hurt.

“It’s not real, Mei– it never is,” She whispered to herself, closing her eyes to try and ground herself but all she could see was the staff being hurled towards her while he had that awful, awful grin.

Instead of that, she brought her eyes to her window where the night sky was slowly but surely transforming into twilight. It was… sort of calming, though her chest still felt tight and hot– like a flame wrapped around and squeezing her heart.

Ever since the defeat of Azure Lion and MK unlocked his “full monkey powers”, Mei had been having dreams like that one.

Sometimes MK would kill her alone, sometimes it would be a group effort with the whole gang plus Monkey King, and sometimes she wouldn’t even get a warning– going from simply hanging out to him transforming in the blink of an eye and killing her.

But they were just dreams, nothing more and nothing less.

A dream.

Mei took a deep breath.

She was going to go out with MK today to a hole-in-the-wall concert a couple towns over and it was gonna be totally "off the chain", or whatever that flier had said. She had planned this thing out for months and it was good for MK to get out and get loose again– she was not going to chicken out after working so hard on getting MK to not chicken out.

Slowly Mei picked herself up and dragged herself to her bathroom, ignoring her glowing alarm clock shining 4:28 AM at her. As she flicked the light on and closed the door she immediately looked in the mirror, inspecting her sluggish state with a groan. She inspected eyebags and messy hair before realizing if she looked real close, she could almost see flashes of crimson in her eyes, making her jump back and knock over bottles of soap.

“Shit,” she cursed to herself, quickly picking them all up and sloppily putting them back into place before looking back in the mirror, seeing nothing but her usual dark brown irises.

As they should be. There was no green and there was certainly no crimson, because crimson was bad, crimson meant no control, crimson meant–

Mei took a deep breath, shutting the spiral before it got out of hand.

She was just tired. And excited. She had a long day ahead of her and she needed to get back to sleep.

Yeah… that was it– she’d be fine, this was fine.

Bad dreams. They were just bad dreams.

It didn’t matter if every time she woke there was a familiar burning in her chest, or sometimes when she tried to light a candle the flame would be red instead of green, it was just a bad dream.

MK would never hurt her, and she would never hurt MK.

.o0o.

Mei never did manage to go back to sleep, deciding to doom scroll her various social medias until the sun rose, and after that she proceeded to make a big cup of cold brew and headed out to meet her bestest, kindest, loyalest, never-would-purposely-hurt-her-est friend in the whole wide world.

Pigsy and Tang were happy to see her, as per usual, with the former noticing the bags under her eyes and deciding to comment on it, which made the latter laugh and the couple had some quick couple banter before MK ran down the stairs, backpack in arm.

“Hey Mei–! I know, I know, I’m late, but not too late! We should still get good parking,” MK apologized, not seeming to notice he was only three minutes behind since Mei had arrived so early.

“Don’t worry monkey man, I already bought the pass online, we should be good,” Mei grinned, when MK seemed to notice something about her.

“You get enough sleep last night?” He asked, and Mei sat a little straighter.

“Psh, you know me– I can pull three all nighters in a row playing Super Monkey Mashing Bros tournaments online, I’m fine,” Mei brushed off with ease.

Pigsy didn’t seem to like that answer, huffing a little. “Ya know that doesn’t make it any healthier.”

Mei’s face almost twitched to a frown but she brushed that off too. “Just because you’re a grumpy old man doesn’t mean I’m a grumpy old man, Piggy,” she grinned again.

Tang laughed as the demon rolled his eyes.

“MK, you make sure Mei doesn’t pass out in the humidity, will you?” Pigsy smirked a little, making Mei scowl dramatically.

“Oh! Sure! Though I wouldn’t worry about that; Mei’s got them dragon genes, she can handle a little heat,” MK grinned as his words made Mei shift uncomfortably– which of course Pigsy noticed.

“You feelin’ alright..?” The chef asked in a low tone, but of course the other occupants heard.

Mei shook her head and instantly brought back her characteristic chipperness. “I’m a-okay, Piggy– I’ll get a shirt from the band for you,” She finger gunned.

“I’ll add it to the pile,” Pigsy smiled a little too sympathetically for her liking.

“Alright, well, uh– we going then?” MK bounced on his heels and Mei nodded, grabbing her bag and standing as well.

“Lead the way, my liege,” She bowed and gestured to the door dramatically.

“Why of course, my good lady,” MK bowed too and they both laughed and exited before Pigsy could shout his usual “text me when you get there!” and before they knew it they were in the chef’s beat up car and on their way.

“So– I know I’m gonna sound like a jackass that doesn’t pay attention to things– but what’s the name of the band again?” MK asked, making a turn out of Pigsy’s parking lot.

“They’re named Monarch Ocean Small Minnow– they’re an indie punk rock band that I was obsessed with our first year of secondary school,” Mei told him, pulling up their instagram before realizing she shouldn’t show MK that because he was driving, but he caught a glimpse before she stopped.

“Oh right– I remember Lin used to talk about them constantly,” MK reminded the girl of her own punk rock indie band obsessed ex-girlfriend.

“Had to bring up Lin, didn’t you?” Mei snorted, raising an eyebrow.

“Had to,” MK laughed. “I don’t think you’ve gone through a worse breakup.”

“Sometimes I still find guitar picks under my mattress,” Mei laughed and looked out the window.

“After I made you purge them all? Wow, can’t believe you’d just lie to me like that,” MK shook his head.

Mei rolled her eyes. “It’s not lying if I genuinely didn’t know they were there– and at this point I want them to be gone, trust me.”

Her bestie laughed more, switching on the turn signal. “Well at least you two have very lucrative careers of your own now: her’s being a solid music career with 150,000 monthly listeners on Spotify, and yours being– oh yes, what is your job again?” He teased.

“Hey! Being an heiress is not easy– and if anything, my job is making sure your ass doesn’t–” Mei shook her head. “My job is keeping you out of too much trouble.”

MK noticed her pause and glanced at her before he had to turn right, and it seemed he just decided to drop it (thankfully).

There were bits and patches of small talk here and there while Mei continued scrolling social media and think about her dreams and her powers and if any of it meant anything and MK drove, until about 45 minutes in he realized he completely forgot to fill the car up yesterday and they had to pull into a gas station– which meant Mei paid for gas and MK took her card to run in and buy all the junk his heart desired while she watched the pump.

Once he was inside, Mei leaned against the car and sighed, combing fingers through her still slightly ratty hair, cursing to herself.

“You’re losing it, Long. Keep. It. Together. They’re just dreams, they're not real, they're not prophetic, they're just dreams. Just stupid, stupid dreams,” She muttered, continuing to watch the pump until it clicked.

When she dislodged it, a little bit of gas spilled out, causing her to jump and drop it, getting the gasoline on the car and the ground. As she went to pick it up her hand went ablaze with crimson fire, which rose dangerously high due to the contact with the gasoline, which Mei panicked to fix even more, trying everything Red Son had ever suggested, but it was all useless as it climbed and climbed and climbed and–

“Mei! They had a buy-one-get-two-free deal on peach rings so I bought six bags, so I hope you don’t mind and– are… you okay?” MK asked, arms full of snacks and hands busy with sodas as the flames vanished in the blink of an eye.

“I-i– you didn’t–” Mei looked around, then at her hands.

MK’s brow creased. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing-! Nothing…” Mei shook her head. “I– I guess I had a bad dream the other night and it left me a little… jumpy,” she half-lied.

“Oh,” MK’s face softened. “What was it about?”

Mei shook her head again. “Not important– and more importantly not your fault, so let’s just get out of here.”

“If… you say so,” MK tried to laugh and lighten the mood, which Mei copied, but the air still felt rather sour as they started driving away.

There was some light small talk here and there, but after about fifteen minutes back into the hour-and-a-half drive, Mei’s exhaustion started getting to her and she began to nod off, and MK, being the kind and loyal friend he was, let her drift to sleep without protest.

.o0o.

Calm… peace… birds were chirping…

Ah, yes Mei was back at the training grounds with Red Son, where she had first learned to control her powers.

This… this was a good thing. It was calm here, there was no damage done, and as she looked around she saw the familiar long red locks of her darling-est Red Son, whom she decided to sneak up from behind for a hug attack, as she usually did in pleasant dreams like these.

“Aha! Gotcha,” Mei pounced before nuzzling her face into his shoulder.

“Ah– hi, Mei,” Red Son acknowledged her briefly before he looked out into the horizon.

“What? What’s wrong?” Mei frowned but didn’t let go of her partner.

The demon bull prince sighed. “Mei… we can’t keep going like this.”

Mei stepped back. “What do you mean ‘like this’? Isn’t this– great? Getting away from it all for a bit?” She tried to smile but Red Son turned angrily.

“‘Away from it all?! Dragon Girl– you– you destroyed everything– My parents are dead because of you– I-i–”

“What?! I haven’t hurt anybody– I’d never hurt anybody– I–”

“Look around, Dragon Girl– the world is crumbling at your feet because you couldn’t master a simple breathing exercise– do you not realize what you’ve done?!’” Red Son exclaimed, shooting fire at her as he spoke and it was only then she noticed the flames surrounding her and the smoke burning her eyes.

“I-I didn’t mean to, Red Son– I-I never wanted to hurt anyone-!” She argued with the prince, the flames growing higher and higher.

Suddenly, she wasn’t standing before her partner but MK again. In his monkey form, again.

“You know, the scroll told me I was the predestined ‘Harbinger of Chaos’ in this little song and dance of ours, but I’m starting to think he might’ve had us mixed up,” MK grinned, his smile glowing with pure yellow light against the swirling reds around him.

“M-MK, I didn’t mean for this to happen! Any of this! You have to believe me!” Mei pleaded with him as the temple started to crumble around them.

“‘The Harbinger and the Soldier were like the Stars and the Sky’ – do you believe that, Mei?” MK laughed, stepping forward but Mei was glued to the ground.

“Y-you really believe that ‘history is doomed to repeat itself’ bullshit? H-ha!” Mei tried to laugh it off but her “friend” only drew nearer.

“Mei, look around– there are no stars and there is no sky– not anymore, thanks to you,” He pulled out his staff.

“Wait MK please– I can fix this-! Y-yeah! I just– I just gotta breathe a little, like Red Boy said–”

“Red Son is dead, Mei!” MK shouted, and Mei suddenly had her sword in her hands. “Because of you– ALL of this is because of you!”

Mei shook her head. “This isn’t real– it’s not real– it hasn’t been real– this is another bad dream– I’m fine, we aren’t fighting, we’re okay– MK, please, just stop this!” She cried before MK lunged at her, which she managed to block somehow with her sword.

“My dads are dead– Our partner is dead– All because you couldn’t control your powers!” MK had golden tears streaking down his cheeks, gold like honey. Or molten glass.

“MK, please– you know I'd never mean to! I love them! I’d never–!” Mei backed up right into a wall that crumbled behind her, knocking her down to the ground.

MK laughed and teleported right in front of her before grabbing her by her collar. “We were friends Mei– and then you went out and you did this– I hate you,” he spat.

“L-let me go! Please! I can fix this! I promise!” Mei tried everything to get him to let go but his grip was solid.

He proceeded to punch her in the stomach so hard she went flying into another part of the temple, which again crumbled around her before he picked her up and slammed her into the ground, knocking the wind out of her.

She barely had time to look up before she saw him strike a pose all too familiar.

“W-wait– MK– PLEASE–”

The monkey tossed his staff and Mei was jerked into darkness.

.o0o.

Mei gasped for air as though she’d been drowning for hours, immediately pulling against her seatbelt as her eyes dashed from one thing to another, all while her mind and heart raced.

“Mei-! H-hey! It’s okay, it’s okay–! We’re here! I just need your pass,” MK’s hands slowly lowered away from her shoulder.

“R-right! Right– I– right, of course,” Mei took deep breaths and fished around for her phone.

MK drummed his fingers against the steering wheel nervously. “Did you... have another nightmare?”

Mei bit her cheek and pondered lying to him, but she was self-aware enough to know that would be stupid.

“Yeah, but it was nothing, it’s all good, homie,” She flashed a smile as she found her phone by her feet.

“‘Homie’?” MK raised an eyebrow and Mei cringed because she never said ‘homie’ ever.

Home slice? For sure. Hombre? On occasion. Haircut? Only when he tried cutting his hair during primary school. But homie? Never. Not even once. Not even as a joke.

“Tried something new and it failed; sue me,” Mei lied again, opening her phone to the pass and handing it to MK, who showed it to the scanner and it let them in.

“It’s weird, you were totally sleeping like a rock, I never would’ve guessed if you didn’t jump like that,” MK tried once again to lighten the mood with a laugh.

“You know what they say about sleeping dragons,” Mei shrugged and MK gave a weak laugh as he pulled into their parking spot.

“So– they’re not gonna check our bags for snacks or drinks or anything, right?” MK asked, handing her her phone back.

“Nah, they’re only checking for weapons and stuff– it’s not a big venue that cares about things like that,” Mei quickly checked the email with their tickets.

“Cool! I’ll take the snacks then,” MK grinned and proceeded to shove what candies he hadn’t already eaten into his backpack while Mei got out and stretched a bit.

She could still smell the gasoline on the car, which was weird. She also felt exhausted still, and it looked like no amount of cold brew was going to change that.

No matter, she’d be fine. She was a pro at staying awake for days in a row– and this time she actually managed to get sleep in between, so she’d be fine. Just drink some water in between shots and green dragon cocktails. She’d be fine.

It didn’t matter if it was humid and it was making her feel hot and sweaty like how she often felt before using any of her flame powers– especially the Samadhi Fire– she had it under control! Mei was soooo fine. This was going to be a fun day. She had planned it to be.

“Alright, you ready to rock and roll?” MK finger gunned.

“Always,” Mei finger gunned back and they started walking to the venue.

Mei lingered just a bit behind MK, but not noticeably enough that he'd stop or slow down. She… didn't really know why she did it. She was keeping her guard up, which was ridiculous because MK would never hurt her, and she was fine and completely in control of herself.

When they arrived, Mei quickly showed the scanner guy their tickets and they were allowed into the way too crowded venue with no trouble at all.

“Geez, they got us packed like sardines,” MK laughed and looked around.

“Yeah, they’re more popular than I guessed,” Mei looked around nervously, wondering if this was a violation of the fire code or something. That if she slipped up it would kill everyone in this building. That there would be no escape.

“Oh! There’s the bar! Want me to get you anything?” MK nudged her arm and pointed.

“Oh thank god,” Mei sighed a breath of relief and headed over, leaving MK a bit confused until he followed.

“I was offering to pay for you, you know?” MK pointed out as they pushed through the crowd of drunk twenty somethings and teenagers– even though it was only 2pm.

“Oh please,” Mei rolled her eyes and finally got herself in line.

MK frowned. “You know I’m not completely broke, right? I do have money, and would like to– ya know… buy you things too.”

Mei clenched her fists in her pockets, keeping her eyes forward on the bar tenders. “Look, I just need something a little stronger today, alright?”

This didn’t do anything to lessen her friend’s control, as he tried grabbing her shoulder to get him to look at her, but she quickly jerked it away, startling both of them.

“Mei–”

“Sorry– I–... sorry,” She shook her head and the bartender finally made eye contact. “One Green Dragon and an orange blossom.”

The bartender nodded, taking her card, and headed off to work.

MK stood by her and gave her a side eye. “Are you sure you’re okay, Mei?”

“Yes! I’m fine! Stop asking, jeez,” She mumbled, again surprising herself and only making her feel worse.

“You lie worse than my dad,” MK pointed out with a bit of smugness.

“Just need a drink MK, I’ll be fine,” She tried to correct herself, but MK was still clearly unsatisfied.

“Then you should probably drink water– not a cocktail that’s 60% alcohol,” He pointed out.

“Who are you, my dad?” Mei rolled her eyes.

“Mei–”

“Your drinks, ma’am,” The bartender returned and handed them their cocktails and Mei’s card back.

“C’mon MK, lighten up; your dad’s just a worry-wart, I’m fine,” Mei instantly took a sip through the little straw and tried not to react to the strength of the gin MK warned about.

“Right…” MK eyed her and took his.

“C’mon– our table isn’t far,” Mei ignored his hesitation, assuring herself she was fine and he was fine and everything was so fantastically fine, before they found their standing stable where they could set their drinks down and… not much else until the band actually started playing.

Mei drank more.

“Woah, woah– pace yourself, seriously,” MK pulled the glass away from her when she started chugging.

“You really do sound like my dad,” Mei rolled her eyes. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not gonna be fine in five minutes if you keep that up,” MK snorted, pulling her glass close to him.

Mei eyed him. “When did you become all ‘Mr. Responsibility Kid’?”

“You almost end the world a couple times and you learn to get your shit together… sometimes,” MK snorted, finally taking a sip of his and Mei felt her stomach start to tie itself in a knot.

She eyed her hands which were teeming with so much hot and nervous energy they were almost sparking.

Her friend gave a long sigh and set down his drink. “Mei… you’re kinda freaking me out right now. What’s wrong? What’ve you been dreaming about?”

“MK, I… I really don’t want to talk about this right now, alright? We’re here to have fun– not to dissect my inner psychology,” She half-joked.

MK slowly nodded. “I… yeah, I guess that makes sense… so long as you promise to actually talk about it later.”

“I promise,” Mei lied with a soft smile, feeling the knot in her stomach tighten.

“Okay, good,” MK seemed like he believed her and she could relax.

Well. Relax as much as she could like this.

“Can I have my drink back then?” Mei batted her eyelashes.

“Promise not to chug?” MK raised an eyebrow.

“Promise,” Mei rolled her eyes with a laugh and he handed it over just as the announcer voice started up and band members started warming up.

Mei immediately whistled and cheered for the bass guitarist, along with a bunch of other probably sapphics as she winked and started playing the bass line to one of their more popular songs. Mei glanced at MK he rolled his eyes playfully, mouthing some comment about girls being gross and they both laughed. Which was good. They were getting into the spirit of things. They were fine. They were normal. This was normal and good and they were having a normal good time. Nothing to be nervous about.

Sure Mei still felt uncomfortable and hot despite hearing others complain about how cold it was, and that knot in her stomach was only twisting tighter by the second, but that was just anxiety and nothing a shot or two of limoncello probably couldn’t fix.

So once the band got playing Mei kept cheering them on, making sure MK was thoroughly distracted. She waited all the way until about their tenth song to say to had to go to the bathroom, but instead made her way to the bar.

She stood around for awhile, half dancing to the music when someone bumped into her–

Lin.

How… nice.

“Oh, sorry man, I– Oh my god,” Lin’s face turned bright red.

“Nice to see you,” Mei lied, the knot twisting itself to practically microscopic levels.

“What’re you doing here? You with someone?” Lin smiled with her stupid perfect teeth.

“Duh,” Mei waved her off. “What about you miss ‘perfect guitarist’?”

Lin laughed. “You’re still as cute as a button, you know that?”

Mei growled, feeling the heat within her rise. “I’m taken, so you can keep the flirting to yourself– though I guess that was never your strong suit.”

“And you’re still a firecracker too, I always liked that,” Lin tried touching her arm but Mei jerked it away as she had with MK, though with far less guilt.

“Two shots of limoncello,” The bartender returned and slid her shots to her, and Mei instantly chugged them down.

“Damn firecracker, you’re gonna blow this whole place down like that,” Lin laughed.

“Lin just– just– just shut the fuck up, m’kay?” Mei pointed at her sloppily and angrily.

“Can’t a friend watch another’s back?” Lin smiled all innocently.

Mei growled again, imagining how good it would feel to give her a flaming fist to the face.

“Woah– you feeling alright? Your eyes are all… yeesh,” Lin pointed out, taking a step back.

What? Wait– no– fuck–

Mei tried to act cool and find the bathroom as the band finished another song, but with everyone standing and clapping and cheering and those shots plus the green dragon starting to kick in, so she just took out her phone camera and tried using that as a mirror– though nearly dropped it when she saw the crimson had returned.

It was then she realized she felt burning hot– so hot she could swear she could smell her own shoes burning– she needed to get out of here, or at least just get back to MK–

Though MK would recognize the signs, right? He’d see she was losing control and then he’d tell the others and then he’d kill her, just like in her dreams–

No. This wasn’t a stupid dream. This was real and MK was her friend– she had to trust him.

Keeping her panic severely under wraps, Mei pushed her way through crowds once more back to their table where MK gave her a big grin which quickly fell.

“You feeling alright?” He asked.

“I’m fine! Sooo fine– we good,” Mei lied and started swaying as the band played their next song.

“I’m going to get you water after this number,” MK shook his head with a laugh.

“Bah,” Mei acted chill but was really desperate for him to shut the fuck up because she really was only feeling worse and worse– especially as the music just got louder and louder and started to swirl around her in a dizzying cacophony. She tried to just keep cheering and swaying, but as the bass kept ringing in her hollow chest the feelings got worse and worse until she fumbled back and–

.o0o.

When Mei caught herself, she wasn’t at the concert venue anymore, but some kind of weird and white liminal space, where a man with long white hair–

Ao Lie.

“Ah, Xiaojiao, there you are,” He smiled sweetly at her.

“A-Ao Lie– what are you doing here?” Mei looked around, startled to find she was dressed in completely white robes that were identical to her ancestor’s.

Her great x1000 grandfather sighed. “I’m here to… warn you, I suppose.”

“What? Warn me of what?” Mei stepped back.

Ao Lie suddenly looked at her coldly. “You aren’t stupid, Xiaojiao. You know you are losing control.”

Mei’s heart dropped. “I– am I dreaming? Because only MK really ever gets these kinds of dreams and you’re like– super dead so–”

Ao Lie suddenly turned into his dragon form, curling around her as his eyes glowed red and his mouth oozed and overflowed with blood.

“Long Xiaojiao, do not take the words of your ancestors lightly."

"Okay– I-I have to be dreaming– the real Ao Lie I met would never–"

"You know nothing of my rage, child– it burns just as yours." His voice thundered.

Mei tried stepping back again but was paralyzed.

The massive dragon coiled around her three times.

“You are a blight to this world, Xiaojiao. You’ll destroy them all because you lack control and discipline–”

“H-haha, you sound like my mother,” Mei laughed nervously but her ancestor growled, showing off stained teeth.

“I too dreamt of my death before it arrived, long and painfully. For centuries I lived in agony, but it will be nothing to the suffering you will bring to others.”

“Then teach me how to control it properly! Y-you understand it, right? Help me!” Mei demanded.

Ao Lie gazed upon her silently and coldly, keeping her trapped but not muttering a single word. For a second Mei thought she heard him laugh, but soon realized that wasn’t his laugh at all– too cruel, cold, or callous– it was–

It was hers.

The Lady Bone Demon.

“Now, now little dragon girl… Why would he want to help someone who’s just going to destroy the world?” She smiled, lifting her chin to look at her softly.

“You aren’t real, that’s for sure– me n’ MK totally kicked your ass and we’ll do it again,” Mei gnashed her teeth.

“Funny… but you and I both know your destiny goes far beyond my control,” She smiled sweetly, patting her head.

Mei shook her head. “I’m not destined for anything! I’m just– I’m just me!”

The Lady Bone Demon chuckled. “You sound so much like that little friend of yours.”

At the mention of MK he appeared behind her ancestor in his monkey form, eyes glowing blue and holding his staff, waiting for orders.

“You are the bearer of the Samadhi Fire, dragon girl, and this denial of yours will only lead you to your fate, like your dearest grandfather,” The Lady Bone Demon shook her head ‘sadly’ as Ao Lie’s eyes turned red and the dragon shrieked in pain– and it wasn’t long before Mei’s chest began to burn and she cried out too.

Mei fell to her knees in pain but felt hands start to grab at her– to which she desperately kicked and bit and flailed to get them away. However, as she successfully kicked one away she heard Tang yelp and she panicked as she realized it was her friends attacking her again.

“T-Tang! I'm so sorry, I–” She turned to apologize but Pigsy hit her with her rake and she fell to the floor, where Sandy grabbed her before leaping in the air and trying to slam her in the ground like a wrestler.

The move successfully knocked the wind out of her, and she remained pinned on the ground as she felt dozens upon dozens of hands crawl against her skin.

“Let me go! I-I can’t– please!” Mei clenched her eyes and begged, and from that a massive blast was formed, and all of her friends and family were moved off of her. However, this was no better, as because of her carelessness they were all crying in pain as the Samadhi Fire started burning them alive.

“W-w-wait! No! Pigsy! Sandy! Mr. Tang! Red Son! I-I-I can fix this– I-I– I have to fix this!” She started to sob, but again the tears merely evaporated. Still, she didn’t give up, running to each person one by one, trying every little technique Red Son had tried to teach.

It was all useless– so very, very useless, as she failed again and again and could only watch as their flesh rotted and burned, their cries ringing out in her ears.

“I-I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry–” Mei repeated, shaking as skeletal hands attempted to cling to her robe before they were reduced to nothing but ash and dust, leaving Mei all alone with the smoldering remnants of her friends and family.

“Poor little dragon… you held so much potential,” Lady Bone Demon got close again with MK.

“I-I don’t care about potential,” She turned again to Ao Lie, who was standing besides Lady Bone Demon in his human form. “Please… tell me how to stop this.”

Ao Lie shook his head solemnly as the demoness laughed

“I’m disappointed in you, Xiaojiao. I thought you were smart enough to know it’s already begun.” She grinned.

Hands were quick to seize every inch of Mei again, forcing her to look up and see MK again leap in the air. She tried screaming, she tried begging, she tried lighting herself on fire again, but nothing freed her and again MK hurled his staff through her skull.

.o0o.

When Mei opened her eyes again, she was sitting outside somewhere– and there was a hand on her shoulder that made her immediately stand up and almost fall over in dizziness as she tried to process where she was.

“Woah! Mei! Careful– you totally passed out there, take it easy,” MK tried touching her again, but Mei slapped his wrist and he recoiled in confusion.

“I-I’m burning up,” Mei realized, placing a hand on her chest. “He was right– I-I’m going to– I’m going to destroy everything,” She started to panic and started walking away, which was hard due to her legs tingling and still having a slight buzz in her head from the alcohol.

“What? Mei– Mei! Where are you going?!” MK realized she was leaving and quickly followed, again trying to grab her hand.

“Don’t touch me! I’ll burn you,” Mei started to cry as flashes of her dream flooded her mind. “I–... I need to get out of here before it’s too late,” Mei looked around the parking lot.

“‘Too late’ for what? Why on earth would you burn me? Mei, what is going on?!” MK pleaded with her, but it fell on deaf ears and Mei started sprinting.

“Wait! Mei, where are you going?!” MK chased after, but the dragon girl was fast.

“Leave me alone MK! I can’t– I won’t let it happen!” Mei shook her head, almost panicking further when she realized she felt a sizzle in her chest like she had… that day.

“Let what happen?! Mei– Mei, let me help you!” MK called as Mei crossed a busy street, narrowly avoiding a car and motorcycle, the former which honked at her.

“I-i can’t control it, MK– I-i’m losing it, I know I am, I-I– I can feel it. Soon enough I’m going to destroy everything– a-and you’ll be the celestial soldier sent to strike me down,” Mei’s tears were hot– too hot. They’d start evaporating soon, she knew it.

“Wait! Mei, slow down!” MK also narrowly avoided a motorcycle, but eventually did the smart thing and hopped onto his cloud and drove it right in front of her.

“Go away, MK– just go back to the concert,” Mei shook her head, instantly turning on her heel to go the other way, but again MK cut her off.

“Mei, what’s going on?! You’re being all vague on me– I want to help–”

“Then go away! I-I can call my parents, they’ll get a car for me– just leave me alone,” She cried more, and tried turning away again when MK grabbed her arm, which made her cry out at the deathly cold temperature.

“Mei–! I-I’m s– what’s going on?! What did you dream about?!” MK didn’t let go, despite clearly debating it.

“LET ME GO!” She snapped, jerking her arm away and to her surprise, MK did. Her force caused her to stumble a bit, her sneakers causing sparks against the concrete and more panic through her mind.

“No– no no no no no– I gotta get out of here– I-I’m sorry MK– some other time,” Mei didn’t even meet her friend’s eyes before running with all her might in the opposite direction, even going so far as to use her powers so MK couldn’t catch up.

Flames were licking at her feet again; she could feel the ball of fire starting to swarm around her again and she just wept and shook in fear as she could still feel MK following her– why was he always following her– she needed to get away before it was too late.

Mei managed to run/mostly fly her way out of the city and nearby the freeways when MK suddenly caught up with her and cut her off in his–

In his monkey form.

“MK, I don’t want trouble– just let me go,” Mei sank back.

“What’s wrong, Mei? Why are you so afraid of me? I– oh, right– I am in my monkey form,” MK cursed himself and it dissolved. “But seriously Mei, what is going on?”

Mei looked at him, still seeing glimpses of his monkey form in the shadows. When she looked at his eyes they were almost beaming gold. It could almost look like he was wearing his heavenly armor under his sweatshirt too– in fact the folds almost–

No. It wasn’t real. It was a dream, Mei, it was all a dream.

“It was a dream. I know it was– but– I-I– I can see it– I can feel it– I need to just get some space… please,” Mei felt the flames at her feet threaten to grow.

“Feel what? The Sama—” MK’s eyes widened a little. “The… Samadhi Fire..?”

The mention of it caused it to rise exponentially, and Mei quickly soared off, which MK stubbornly followed. “Mei! You’ve got nothing to be afraid of! Remember Red Son’s training?! He totally helped you master it!” MK tried to encourage but Mei shook her head.

“I-I can’t– it’s like– it’s destiny, and I just keep– and the images– they don’t stop!” Mei cried, the flames growing higher and higher.

“What? For how long?!” MK pressed as he continued flying beside her despite her best efforts.

“I-I don’t know– The scroll? Since I met Ao Lie? Since we saw those… ink things???” Mei tried wiping tears away but they were evaporating, which made her cry harder as she lost more control.

“Mei, slow down, please,” MK begged his best friend.

“No– I need to get as far away from you a-and everyone else as soon as possible– I have to– can’t you see it?!” Mei shouted and shook her head.

“Mei you aren’t making any sense! They’re just dreams–”

“Dreams in the dragon family don’t mean nothing, MK,” Mei suddenly stopped, surprising MK.

“What do you mean..?” He asked carefully. Mei sniffled, slowly sinking to the ground.

“They… Ao Lie, before he died, he– he kept getting dreams– dreams about– about how it’d happen,” Mei tried to laugh a little, but it just made her cry more.

“Mei… c’mon, you don’t really think–”

“Every single time it’s the same, MK,” Mei snapped and stood, the sizzle in her chest turning into a true burn, and she could see the grass singeing beneath her shoes. “Every night, I’ll swear I didn’t mean to, that I’d never hurt you or Mr. Tang, or Piggy or Sandy or Red Son, but you never– a-and I always cross some line– an unforgivable line– a-and then you just–” Mei hiccupped.

“Mei, I know you’d never do that on purpose, c’mon,” MK tried smiling and grabbing her arm, but Mei stepped back.

“Don’t touch me, I–” Mei held her arm, and flames started climbing around her fingers. “I’ll hurt you– I hurt you every time– I never mean to but I do– I-I–”

“Running away hurts me Mei! I want to help you!” MK protested, taking yet another step forward but she took two steps back.

Mei glanced at him.

MK’s face fell.

“You… you don’t believe me.”

“MK– MK wait–”

“Then talk to me!” MK argued. “If you want me to stay then stay!”

“No! Can’t you see it? I-it’s already starting!” Mei pointed out the rising flames but MK just looked at her with intense worry.

“Mei, there’s… no fire. You’re… seeing things.”

Mei’s stomach dropped. “N–no I know what’s real– you’re just–”

“Mei, look at me,” MK begged, but Mei couldn’t, she couldn’t– what she was feeling was real, right? It had to be.

Unless this was a dream. Unless she was still blacked out and all she had to do was wake up– yes! Yes, she just needed to wake up.

"Mei! It's not real! Let me help you-!" MK grabbed her arm, and Mei shrieked, fire shooting up and forming the all too familiar sphere around her, and burning MKs arm something fierce as he cried out in pain.

"MK!!!!" Mei froze, not knowing what to do as his jacket just kept burning and burning and burning and burning–

MK managed to take it off before it suddenly just turned to ash– but not before the grass started burning too.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry– I-I– I need to wake up! Yes– you’re right– this isn't real– I’m sorry– but it's not real, right?" Mei tried to laugh but the dread in her chest was undeniable.

"Mei, I’m okay, just breathe,” MK tried to assure her with a light laugh but Mei shook her head.

"No-! I need– I need to wake up!" a thought popped into her head, and she looked at her wounded friend with a mix of fear and determination.

"MK, you– you need to kill me."

"What?! Are you insane?!" MK refused.

"It's how I always wake up– I'll wake up if you just do it– a-and this time no one would even get hurt!" Mei said with a tearful laugh.

“Mei, you’re talking crazy– You need help,” MK pleaded with her, trying to grab her hand but she pulled it back to her chest, where the flames spread across her clothes as the overwhelming heat from within finally spread outside– the familiar crimson glow overtaking her skin and suddenly it was the Mystic Mountain all over again.

Mei summoned her sword. “M-MK I don’t want to have to do this…”

Her friend’s eyes widened. “Mei– Mei, please– just– just think about this! I don’t want to hurt you!”

Mei went into a fighting stance, and suddenly her sword too was ablaze in a maroon inferno. “MK, you have to– I’ll destroy everything,” She begged once again.

“Mei– you– this isn’t– please-!” MK too began to cry.

Mei swung her sword, and thankfully MK was well enough to listen to instinct, summoning his staff to block in time.

“Mei, this is insane! Can you please let me take you home?” He asked, pushing her away from him.

Mei shook her head. “I’ll just hurt them– don’t you get it? Do you want your dads to die?! How about Wukong? Or even Red Son?!”

“Mei, you wouldn’t hurt them– I know you wouldn’t,” MK denied, and again Mei went in for an attack and he blocked her.

“You don’t know anything– I-I– this power, MK– it’s–”

“It’s too much.. Right? You feel like at any moment you could just snap and suddenly the whole world would crumble at your feet?” MK again pushed her back.

Mei didn’t let it stop her, mustering her strength for three quick swipes at him, all which he managed to block, but only barely.

“You’re holding back, MK– just do it already! It’s okay– it’s not real!” Mei laughed a little, lunging to attempt a blow from the back, but MK was light on his feet, jumping high in the air and landing softly a safe distance away.

“Mei, please– I don’t want to hurt you,” He begged.

Mei was going to have to switch strategies, she was getting nowhere like this.

“Well, too bad– because I really, really want to hurt you,” She bared her fangs, raising her sword for a high slash, and it sparked against MK’s staff. She then attempted to sweep his leg, but he jumped in time, his monkey king training protecting him like she had hoped.

“Mei, stop, please– I know what it’s like to be overwhelmed with powers!” MK begged as she spun around, hitting his staff three times before attempting a side hit, and after MK blocked, he did his first offensive move of the night, kicking her to the ground.

“You don’t know anything,” She growled, the flames suddenly growing seven feet in height around them. “You’re ‘MK the Monkie Kid’ – a divine creature made of stone, blessed with the greatest, most powerful mentor alive, meant to fix everything that’s wrong with the universe!”

“Mei, that’s not true! You weren’t there! You have no idea what Lady Bone Demon or that scroll thing said– I’m a– a–”

“‘A Harbinger of Chaos’?” Mei teased a bit, laughing and summoning her dragon.

MK froze though– like a deer in headlights so Mei hesitated firing.

“H–how do you know that?” MK asked.

“Here’s the thing about prophecies, MK,” She sneered. “They’re vague. They’re confusing. And everyone always assumes it’s about the shiniest man in the room,” She had her dragon open its mouth to fire on her command.

MK’s eyes managed to widen more, and with a smirk, Mei got it to fire. He was just barely able to duck and roll out of the way, freaking out at the patch of flaming heath left behind.

“Mei–! You’re– you’re possessed! That’s– that’s gotta be it! You’d never– Mei, if you can hear me, I’m gonna get help!” MK summoned his cloud, which Mei absolutely couldn’t allow him to fly away on and so had her dragon blast that too, but MK summoned another one mid-air and flew off at supersonic speeds, which Mei struggled to copy.

It was hard keeping up, and even harder getting in front of him, but eventually Mei managed to get just enough ahead of him that she could strike him down to the ground with her sword, and she quickly followed him so he could kill her properly

“M-Mei– you’re scared, I-I get it– but why?” MK struggled to look her in the eyes as he recovered.

“MK, I don’t want to kill you or your dads or Red Son as much as you don’t want to kill me, but you have to decide if I’m really worth more than the world and everyone else you love– you have to,” Mei was honest, which surprised even her.

MK shook his head. “You aren’t asleep Mei, and you aren’t seeing the Samadhi Fire. It was your regular, green flames against my jacket. Something’s wrong, Mei. you need help, not for me to k–... to–... you know…”

Mei looked at him with a face of stone. She stepped to her friend, grabbing his arm and helping him to his feet. He smiled at her warmly until she took two steps back, and pointed her sword at her chest.

“W-wait– n-no, Mei– stop!” MK shouted, picking up his staff and successfully knocking her sword from her hands, but Mei ducked and picked it up again, going back to attacking him, to which he unsuccessfully tried repeating the de-arming her again and again. It certainly wasn’t easy for him– such tactics were dishonorable and so she knew Wukong wouldn’t have practiced it much.

Mei was fine though, all she needed was an opening. She got more aggressive– she kept swinging harder and harder so he’d have to block harder, try harder, swing harder, aim harder–

And he did it.

It happened so fast she could barely comprehend when she tossed her sword aside and threw herself in front of his staff, and like lightning, his staff pierced her stomach before exiting her, leaving a gaping hole in its wake.

It took MK a moment to realize what he’d done, and Mei watched as his face twisted from confusion, to horror, to agony as Mei’s legs gave out, and he just barely caught her before she hit the ground.

“Mei–! I’m so sorry– I’m so sorry– I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry–” He rocked her and kept repeating himself over and over and over again.

“I-it– it’s not going black, MK– I-I– I’m supposed to– MK, I’m– I’m not waking up, MK– I’m not waking up,” Mei blinked in desperation.

MK shook his head, burying his head in her chest as a new kind of tears formed in Mei’s eyes– tears that she barely had the strength to let go– her chest sweltering with heat and yet so very, very cold.

“M-MK– MK– n-no– no– nononono– I’m so sorry– I-I– ack–” a tingling sensation filled her body as she rapidly grew weak in his arms.

“I’m so sorry Mei– I-I– I should’ve said something else– I should’ve gotten Wukong or someone– I’m so sorry,” Her best friend in the whole wide world continued to weep.

Mei tried lifting her arm to stroke hair, but she could barely even twitch her fingers.

“I-i shouldn’t’ve dragged you i-in– I’m– ngh– sorry,” Mei grunted weakly. “I-i love you– I-I’m sorry…”

MK was beyond words now, holding her tight and weeping openly as Mei was slipping further and further away.

This… this wasn’t fair! None of this was fair. MK didn’t deserve this. This wasn’t right– this was cruel, and sadistic, and cold blooded, and unfeeling, and psychotic, and unfair, and–

…It was destiny, and there was no fighting against destiny.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #whumptober 2023 #chimera shipping #mk lmk #mei lmk #harbinger and the soldier #my fics #background freenoodles #background chimera shipping #nightmares #tw excessive drinking #poor coping mechanisms #hurt no comfort #major character death #teehee

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lannisterdaddyissues · 1 year

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I want to enable your BillRita screaming so for those ship asks...

How do they sleep?

What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

How are they with PDA?

What's their favorite thing to tease each other about?

What little things remind them of each other?

I would apologize for how many of these things I sent but we both know I'm not sorry...

OHHHHHHH HEATHER YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH YOU’VE ENABLED ME WITH THIS I’M FROTHING AT THE FUCKING MOUTHHHHHHH GRGSHGRHFJGHASRJGHASJFHSAGRJSFSGAS YOU KNOW I LOVE THEM!!! YOU KNOW I DO!!!!

IM SORRY THIS TOOK 84 YEARS BTW AND THERES A LOT OF TONAL DISSONANCE IN THIS BECAUSE I WAS BEING SILLY AT FIRST BUT THEN I GOT SO FUCKING SERIOUS ABOUT THIS YOU KNOW HOW I AM AHRESGAKJHJSGKHALSJGKHFASG ANYWAY-

im putting this under a cut because it is. so fucking long. im so sorry for my mental illness

3. What's their favorite thing to tease each other about? AHHHHHH i think we all know rita will bully bill over anything and everything because she's just. so mean to him 😭 but i think her favorite thing to make fun of him for is his accent, or really just his being american in general because i think he’d be the most stereotypical american guy lol. he has a silly, dumb american accent and he likes silly, dumb american sports and silly, dumb american food! rita pretends to find his Americanisms™ exasperating but privately she thinks they're funny lmao

as for bill, his favorite thing to tease rita about is how messy she is. i’ve already said it, but rita being a messy bitch and bill being a neat freak is one of my favorite headcanons about them sjdfhskjgffjs… you’d think being in the army would’ve taught rita how to put things away but no, bill finds her bras and stuff lying around all the time and it was awkward at first but he’s gotten used to it now, so he lets her have her little rebellion against army regulations and politely pretends that isn’t her. uh. underwear. wedged between the couch cushions next to him when he sits down to do Important Media Relations Major Stuff™ on his computer 😳

5. How do they sleep? they sleep back to back because it's a show of trust and vulnerability for both of them... blubbubbublbddlwwbwudfbfbldludubldublub;;,.,$$.,$,&.,., goodbye... i'm crying now...

of course, by the time the morning rolls around bill is normally lying half on top of rita and drooling a bit on her shirt, which isn’t super sexy but bill will be bill 🤷‍♀️

7. What's their most and least favorite thing about each other? AHHHHHH oh my god. i have to think long and hard about this and it sounds like a cop-out but i truly don't think bill really has a favorite thing about rita. if you ask him what it is, he will actually spontaneously combust from thinking too hard.

but the short answer is her smile!!! he works so fucking hard to make her smile—cracking jokes, doing nice things for her, earning her praise by proving his competence—and he swears it lights up the entire room whenever he can get her to do it!!! 😭 and if he can get her to laugh? he won’t be able to think about anything else but that sound for DAYS

on the other hand, his least favorite thing about her is…well, probably her optimism. she's not very good at it. in fact, most of the time it just makes him feel worse whenever she tells him he’ll just have to try harder next time! like gee, thanks rita! he was already doing that but he’ll take it into consideration… just like he did the last time… and the time before that… and before that…

when it comes to rita though, she would never, even on pain of death, say anything sappy like her “favorite thing” about bill where someone else can hear her, but i think her favorite thing about him is—surprisingly, since it’s his least favorite thing about her—his optimism.

for her, it’s just been so long since she was able to enjoy things without feeling guilt or some kind of loss, but bill somehow never lost that. which certainly isn’t to say he didn’t acquire his fair share of trauma or grief or loss along the way, but he remains steadily resilient in the face of adversity even in the very last iteration—“we’ve had worse :)”—and that strikes a chord with her, i think. then, slowly, being around someone so stubbornly happy despite carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders starts to not only impress her, but it heals her. with his help, she learns to enjoy things again: the delight of a good meal after years of carrying a bad aftertaste in her mouth, the comfort of a spacious hotel room and a soft bed after sleeping on the ground for god knows how long, the satisfaction of a healthy jog just around the block after spending years running at a sprint with no breaks. the all-consuming joy of someone knowing her the way she never dreamed anyone would ever know her again after before. the relief of not having to think about 'before' anymore because now she has an 'after' to look forward to instead.

ahem. sorry. i got carried away for a second.

that being said, her least favorite thing about bill is easy to pin down and that is his complete and utter lack of dignity LOL... rita can say for absolute certain she has never met a man with as little pride as bill cage, and although he is rather funny and makes for surprisingly good company on a quiet day, he is often ridiculously embarrassing to be around and can be very difficult when he doesn’t want to do something because he’s being a chicken about it🙄

14. What little things remind them of each other? ohhhhhhh 🥺🥺🥺 i apologize because u will get a LOT of sappiness for this but-

on bill's side, he is reminded of rita in everything, but mainly in their experiences together. he sees her in a young woman's loosely braided hair as she passes him on the street. he sees her in his coffee cup when the waitress taking his order asks if he wants sugar or cream. he sees her in the sun at 6:45pm exactly, when he and rita sat together on the fence outside the farmhouse and watched it disappear over the horizon. in his lifetime, he's experienced everything with her, and he probably has as many things to remember her by as there are stars in the cosmos.

of course, he's reminded of her in other ways as well. things she taught him. he thinks of her when he looks to the sun to check the time rather than turning over his wrist, just like she taught him. he thinks of her when he does his stretches at the gym, just like she taught him. he thinks of her when he checks all his exits every time he enters a room and someone closes the door, just like she taught him. everything he knows he learned from her and for her.

it's harder for rita though, because she doesn't have anything to remember him by, so she remembers the little things instead: his preferences and whatnot. she pretends not to care when he tells her where he's from or what his favorite color is, but she thinks of him when his favorite baseball team is shown on television, or when she goes for a walk in the park and it starts to rain even though it's sunny out because sunshowers make him smile the brightest :')

26. How are they with PDA? UGHRGRHREHGHUDRHGJSHRKHASG DONT MAKE ME THINK ABOUT ESTABLISHED BILLRITA AND PDA ILL EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

no but bill has ALWAYS been a pda guy that much is so obvious!! i think he was always chasing something real with his old girlfriends, and even if it never felt like much with them, it was better than nothing... and then he fell head over ass into the mimic war and the closest thing to PDA he got was a kick in the gut or the barrel a gun trained on his temple, so surely no one can fault him for craving comfort, reassurance, intimacy—anything to take him away from the reality he was living in for even 5 seconds.

...and this did not answer the question at all which is to say bill is SO fucking annoying (affectionate) about pda 😭 rita please hold his hand please kiss him on the forehead please cuddle him he wants to hold you he wants you to hold him PLEASE!!! he will actually die if you don't and then you'll be sad (he hopes) :'(

meanwhile rita is a fan of pda in the way cats are a fan of anything. she either wants all the fucking pda or none of it. if she's not the one initiating, bill is Not the one getting it 😔

#OKAY THATS IT THATS THE POST. I FINALLY FUCKING ANSWERED THIS AFTER 84 YEARS GOD BLESS #ask #reply #thethistlegirl #mutual #edge of tomorrow #bill cage #rita vrataski #billrita #headcanons

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margumis · 1 year

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Mars, I take ANY Kirishima Angst you are willing to give me.

-simpdox

a/n: GOD THIS WAS HARD. I adore Kiri and I hate the idea of him hurting he's so precious to me. I wasn't sure if you wanted angst with comfort so I just decided to purely hurt your feelings mwahaha @simpdox its kinda short im sorry

cw: major character death.

You and Kirishima weren't typically paired by your agency. A shield and a scout that's what you as a pair made. No sword. You both had offensive moves but they weren't your speciality. Your quirk wasn't that different from Jirou's, quirk: perception. All five senses were incredibly enhanced, you could touch a building and know exactly how many people were in there and what they were doing, and you had strengthened your quirk to be able to look at people and accurately predict a persons next move, 99% of the time.

99% was not enough to save you.

Your eyes had tracked your opponents movements, he was going to go from a hit from below, and reacted accordingly to your prediction, knowing which way to move and how to land a hit. You were allowing to take the villains attention so Kirishima could land blows on him.

But you were wrong. He hit from above, fist knocking you into the concrete beneath your feet. Slamming you further and further into that cold hard ground, until you weren't cold anymore as your warm blood pooled around you, seeping into every crevice, leaking from your mouth, concrete slabs broken beneath you from the weight he had put onto you. Piercing your lungs, piercing every inch of you, piercing your ears though was the sound of Kirishima Ejiro screaming.

It all flooded back to you as you grasped the memories overwhelmed you. Every night spent in the Class 1-A dorms, nights spent as you spilled your deepest secrets on the floor of that common room living room, building trust with your friends, the people that felt like family. The night you all had planned on pulling an all nighter to watch the sun rise on the beach, that same night everyone had fallen asleep, lost to their bodies pulling them into slumber. The night Eji fought his need for sleep because "it wouldn't be manly to make you go alone". It was worth it as you shared tired smiles and embraced after he asked you to be his. Rewatching him rise in the ranks of the pro hero world beside you. Rewatching the night he pulled a ruby embedded ring on that same beach and threaded his hands with yours as you both cried with joy consuming you.

At home sat a whole notebook full of wedding plans for three months from right now.

While lost replaying your life, watching it slip away, Kirishima managed to get other heroes on the scene and an ambulance because as you opened your eyes again you were met with a bright white light as ambulance riders were telling you hang tight, and as you turned your head you him. Grasping onto your arm so tightly yet so gently somehow. So strong and even kinder.

"I love you, Eji"

"I love you so much but please don't talk right now honey"

"I'm gonna be okay Eji"

"I know you will but you really have to stop talking."

You felt him touch your face, wiping across your bottom lip and his hand showed blood. Blood? Was that your own? Was talking making the bleeding worse? Is that why he was being so stern right now?

Were you lying when you said you would be okay?

You were tired. Maybe you could just sleep it off, that's what doctors always say right?

"Please don't close your eyes baby. Please keep looking at me. If I keep talking can you just keep your focus on me?"

You faced back to your fiancé, he knew you loved to hear him talk, he knew it made you feel safe. He knew everything about you. Every crack every wound, every thought that sat behind your eyes. You could've swore he was the one with the perception quirk.

"You know our wedding is only three months away now? So soon and you'll get to wear that pretty dress you picked out. We get to bind our lives together so soon" He closed his eyes as he spoke rambling an apology about how he had peeked at you in your dress. I guess that saying about it being bad luck to see the bride in her dress could be right.

His voice brought you the feeling of safety. Safety to fall asleep. It wasn't a feeling you could fight much. He was still apologizing though.

"I'm glad you got to see me in my dress Eji"

Your words were spoken a fleeting whisper. Did he hear you? Why couldn't you hear anything? You saw his mouth moving why weren't words coming out? That was something you could figure out at the hospital, maybe it was your quirk acting up.

There was only silence left as you were unable to fight that sleepy feeling any longer. The last time you'd close your eyes and the last time you'd see Kirishima.

He watched you close your eyes that one last time. Gripping your hand trying to pull you back to him, trying to pull you back to life as the ambulance technician announced your time of death and looked at him with sorry eyes and looked away.

He wept.

He mourned you.

He mourned what would never be, that he would have a book full of plans that would never make it beyond that page. If he had been stronger. If he hadn't let you go on the offensive to help him. If he could've resisted watching you try on your dress. Would this have all happened if he was more patient? Was he only meant to see you in your wedding gown once? Was that all he was allowed and now had to pay the dues? But what if this all happened anyway? Was he not meant to live out his life with you? Did he do something for the God's to rip your beautiful soul from him and leave him to sew a hole that couldn't be repaired?

#mha kirishima #kirishima ejirou #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima angst #my hero academia #bnha kirishima #im crying while writing this damn #im sorry

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knize-strachkvas · 7 months

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so my mum called me what is the last book I have from the lorien legacies series because im getting the books as a christmas present from her for about ten years now.

i thought it was just going to be the main series but then she gave me the lost files and I was like okayyyy that's nice (i looove the lost files stories. it's my favourite part of the whole franchise). and when I thought it was over, she somehow managed to find the lorien legacies reborn which i had no idea existed?!?!? (im getting them all in english bc they are not translated into my native language so I don't even know how was she able to get them bc their not easy to find)

so anyway, i read the whole original series and most of the lost files but i got stuck there. meanwhile, my mum gave me a few of the reborn books which are just lying on my bookshelve. generation one was on a scout camp with me twice but i didn't even start the book. and obviously im getting another one :))

to make it worse, i got curious after the call and i looked up how many books they published and WHAT THE HELL IS ASHFALL LEGACY?!??! CALM DOWN YOUR HORSES MY DUDES

#pittacus lore #lorien legacies #i am number four #is ashfall legacy part of the lorien lore?

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demonytekav · 11 months

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Title: Butt Kacchan! (Slight N/S\F/W)

This is it. This is his moment. His chance. And fuck you if you think Katsuki isn’t going to take it.

Earlier today when Katsuki stepped on to the plane after Izuku he hadn’t expected it would be the best day of his life. Honestly, he was fucking PISSED he had to get up at the ass crack of Dawn to fly to this shitty convention.

To make matters worse this plane was SMALL. Two seats on each side leaves very little room for two fully grown muscular pro Heros but they will have to make it work since PR, other Heros, and several other extras were joining the wonder duo on this trip.

The two pros have been commissioned to show up and give a speech or two and answer questions along with sign autographs and Katsuki wasn’t able to refuse Izukus big ass eyes filled with excitement over being able to do a meet and greet with hero fans. The “But Kacchan! We never got to do something like this when we were kids! Imagine how excited these people will be!! I know I would have fainted to be able to get all my favorite hero’s autographs in one place!” Pretty much sealed the deal for him because somehow at the prime age of 22 he’s unable to refuse anything Izuku wants. Fucking simp.

Sitting in the cramped uncomfortable seat has put Katsuki on the verge of exploding. First of all he hates being trapped in such a small space with shitty extras. Second Izuku stole the other arm rest that sits between them the little fuck. And finally their legs are pressing up against each other as well as their shoulders. Katsuki loves being in contact with Izuku but he’s not necessarily used to it outside of sparing or a playful nudge or something. Or if it the nerd falls asleep against him while they hang out but it’s whatever.

So he’s hyper aware of every movement the other man makes. Which brings him to Izuku finally needing to go to the bathroom. Which pisses him off because he’d told the shorter man to go BEFORE they took off or at least sit in the aisle seat because Katsuki wouldn’t need to go before they landed. And being stubborn Katsuki didn’t want to have to get up since he planned to take a nap until they arrived. And of course they argued about it with Izuku promising he’d be quiet and wouldn’t bother Katsuki nor have to go to the bathroom. Katsuki should have known he was lying through his teeth.

So when the other man nudged him awake and ignored the death glare Katsuki sent his way while asking for him to get up so Izuku can go to the bathroom, Katsuki flipped him off and said “Fuck you jackass. I told you to go before but no you didn’t want to.” Izuku frowned at him and Katsuki continued cutting him off from arguing. “So you can sit there like a big boy and hold it.” He slouches in his seat and spreads his knees wider to prove his ‘Im not getting the fuck up’ point.

If he’s honest with himself he’s just being a stubborn dick because he’s tired and he literally told Izuku before they sat down to go. Katsuki knows that when the nerd insists he will, resentfully, get up and let him out to take a piss.

He’s surprised then when instead of complaining Izuku gets up and begins to try to slide between the seats in front of them and Katsukis right knee. It’s quite comical to watch the nerd try to apologize to the people in front of them while also trying to shimmy past the blonde. Katsuki making it extra difficult by slouching a little more.

With a smirk red eyes glance down and watch as Izukus plump ass jiggles with each movement under his shorts. As the nerd finally makes his way past Katsuki’s knee the turbulence button flicks on and the plane begins to jolt.

Katsuki’s eyes are still glued to the bouncing globes now directly in front of him when the epiphany strikes.

This is his chance. As the plane jerks harder this time Izuku grips the seats in front of them and red eyes check to make sure the nerd isn’t look at him. Luckily he’s not. A smirk stretches wide across Katsukis face.

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Izuku grunts and holds on to the seat in front of him as the plane bounces a bit roughly again. He’s standing between Katsuki’s knees and he knows he’s probably irritating the already annoyed blonde. He wonders to himself if he should just go sit down when a very strong jolt rocks the plan roughly. His body slams into the seat he’s holding as something crashes right against his backside.

Quickly he turns halfway around and large hands grab his hips.

“Are you okay Kaccha-“ Izuku freezes as embarrassment floods his system. His mouth hangs open speechless as the blonde uses his hips as support to pull his face away slightly from Izukus butt.

‘Oh my god!!!’ Izuku thinks whipping his head back around as another rough round of turbulence suddenly rocks the plane and something, ‘KACCHANS FACE!!!’ His brain supplies, crashes into his cheeks again. Izukus cheeks flush and he knows he’s bright red as he clings to the seat against his front.

The way the plane rocks it forces Katsukis face to repeatedly smack into his literal ass. Izuku is mortified.

‘Oh my god oh my god oh my god’ rings over and over in his head because the person he has been crushing on his entire life has his face smashed between his butt cheeks. He feels a few small pinches against his left cheek before the plane settles a few moments later.

Embarrassed Izuku turns slightly around as once again the blonde uses his hips to push himself away, this time further. Izuku takes in the blondes flushed appearance and wide red eyes. Immediately apologies are at the top of his tongue when the plane jolts one more time.

Izuku catches himself again and then hears someone snickering. He glances at Katsuki and finds his hero partner smirking handsomely at him. Izuku stutters and scrambles over the blondes other leg. He races towards the bathroom with a pounding heart and heat splashed across his cheeks from embarrassment.

When the door is shut behind him Izuku slams his hands over his face and groans into them. He cannot believe that just happened! What is he supposed to do! He just had Kacchans whole face tucked repeatedly into his ass!!!

The plane rocks a little and Izuku squirms because he should NOT be turned on by this. He chides himself for thinking too hard about it. Katsukis gorgeous faces pressed against his cheeks. ‘Oh dear…’ he just can’t help it.

As the plane rocks gently again his butt cheek taps the counter and he frowns as he feels sore over that spot.

Izuku stands up from where he had been leaning against the door and rubs his hand over the sore spot on his left butt cheek.

“What the…?”

It’s wet. He looks at the counter and there’s no water to be seen. In fact it looks like no one has been in the restroom the hour or so they have been flying.

“Why is my butt WET?” Izuku frowns into the mirror as his mind starts tracking over this path to the bathroom and he undoes his shorts to check for a bruise.

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Katsuki should be ashamed of himself but honestly? He really isn’t.

He had one opportunity and damn if he didn’t take it.

Katsuki bites his lip and slouches wide in his seat again as he smiles remembering the feel of Izukus warm cushy cheeks pressed against his face. Fuck that was good shit. He’s going to be thinking about this for DAYS.

He’s sure the nerd will come out of the bathroom eventually and be all awkward before he apologizes for something he really doesn’t need to and Katsuki will shrug it off as no big deal. But god damn is it a big deal to him. Katsuki has been fantasizing over that ass for YEARS. And while he should feel guilty for ‘letting’ gravity do its thing….he really really can’t bring himself to feel bad. Not when he just had every wet dream come to life right against his face.

Footsteps grow close and Katsuki closes his eyes to pretend to be trying to sleep. He figures if he cracks his eyes a little while the nerd shimmies between the seat and his knees he can get a good view of that jiggling ass before it’s out of sight again.

He’s surprised when instead of being gentle and quiet the nerd shoves at his legs roughly. Then Katsuki sputters as Izukus ass slams quickly into his face as the nerd climbs clumsily over his legs.

Izuku seems to falter and Katsuki is again hit in the face with cheek. “Oh I’m so sorry Kacchan! I didn’t mean to fall.” Izuku apologizes as he finally slips by and takes his seat.

The blonde blinks as a flush washes over his face. ‘What the fuck…’ he thinks. “S’fine nerd don’t sweat it.”

He sees Izuku face him from the corner of his eye. “Are you sure Kacchan? My ass was kind of in your face.” His voice sounds worried.

“Yeah it’s cool don’t worry about it.” Katsuki replies thickly still a little out of it from having another face full of that amazing ass.

Izuku hums. “Oh good. I was a bit worried there. But that’s kinda silly right Kacchan?” Izuku sweetly says and Katsuki frowns a little at his syrupy tone.

“Yeah I guess…” he mumbles and adjusts in his seat to be a little more comfortable. He pauses though as the shorter man leans over to seemingly whisper something to him. Katsuki leans slightly in to him with curiosity.

“Kacchan are you hungry?” Izuku whispers against his ear.

Katsuki even more confused responds with “No. why?” In a matching whispered tone.

The blonde shivers as feels Izukus breath puff against his ear as the other man laughs a little. “You sure? You were helping yourself to my ass so I figured you might be hungry after the bite marks I found on it in the bathroom.”

Katsukis cheeks burn as his heart races at being caught. He swallows thickly and opens and closes his mouth before mumbling out an “I’m sorry…?” And winces because he really didn’t sound like he was. Heat burns his ears and neck as Izuku fucking giggles.

“Don’t be. If Kacchan is hungry he just has to ask. He can have a taste any time.” Izuku whispers teasingly against the blondes ear.

Katsuki about breaks his neck as he quickly turns his head only to come nose to nose with a red faced nerd. They stare at each other for a moment with pounding hearts. Heated but nervous green eyes bore into his and Katsuki feels his confidence begin to rise. The little nerd LIKED it.

He smirks and leans in a little closer before heatedly whispering back. “Yeah? What if I get hungry when we check in to the hotel? You gonna let me gorge myself?”

Izuku licks his lips and gives him a look he’s never seen before. A sultry look. It sends tingles of lust and anticipation through his body. “As long as you make sure to stuff me full too.”

Katsuki full body shivers and grins manically. Izuku smiles heatedly back.

Katsuki takes it back. This trip is the best thing that’s happened to him. Especially when it means he gets a face full of freckled cheeks whenever the fuck he wants.

END!

AN: link in comments to AO3 if you prefer it that way.

#bakudeku #bkdk #kav fics #I had so much fun writing this

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