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Mokuba
Seeking,
finds himself
at the door
Of old ‘friends’
Discovers
they are
as they always were,
Open-hearted.
So much so,
They seek him out
Asking after
Him and his heart
Neither of which
Seemed safe
Since his brother
Took off
Chasing victory.
A crashing sound
Interrupts
Their mending
As silence settles
They venture out
Searching for
The source
Of such commotion
Only to find
His brother returned
And an unfamiliar
face in tow.
A young woman
Fair of face and hair
And eyes a fierce blue
Descends from
A metal ship
Into a world
That shows
On her face
As foreign.
A soothing voice
Reaches out
In the dark
“It’s okay”
Auburn hair
And green eyes
Shine
Stepping forward
“No harm will come to you.”
Eyes meeting
The foreigner too
Steps forward
Taking in
Those around her.
A blonde man,
Warm eyed
Stands beside
The auburn beauty
A man
Who resembles
Their pharaoh
And a woman
With blue eyes like her own
Are flanked by a man
With eyes as brown
as his hair
A young boy,
Dark haired
Stands close by
her travel companion
Of whom
all she knows is
“He’s not my Seto.”
Eyes widen
At her words.
Seto, yet not Seto,
Comes forward
“This wasn’t the plan.”
An angry scowl
Speaks to more
Yet all eyes return
To her.
With shaky starts
They discover
Her name,
Kisara
And she theirs.
It’s Shizuka again,
She learns,
Who steps closer
With a steadying hand
“You’re trembling.”
Then all
Are upon her
With offers of care
And clothing.
Anzu takes off
Promises of shirts and skirts
As Shizuka remains by her side.
They sit
In an opulent room
Not unlike the palace
Yet it’s filled with
Lights and sounds
Unfamiliar.
At the flip of a switch
Fire comes on
Water runs
And food is kept
In a cold box.
Kisara does not
Understand
But
What she does know
Is Shizuka’s soft voice soothes
As she places a bowl
Of something warm
Before Kisara.
The washroom
Is even stranger
Full of potions
And what appears
To be magic.
But the true magic
Kisara finds
Is in Shizuka’s hands.
They’re gentle
Upon hers
As they turn a faucet
Together
And comb
Through tangled hair.
If Kisara was not
A traveler
Across dimensions
She’d take this woman’s hand
And thank her.
All she can muster is
“Please stay?”
Thankfully
brown eyes
And fiercer blues
Do not object
Allowing
Auburn
And pale blue
To mix
As they lie
Together.
New days
Bring new fears
Eased by Shizuka.
In a world
Where her Priest
Is no more
Kisara's heart
Finds new purchase
Gentle yet strong.
Understanding
Dawning in greens
Brings a smile.
And in the light
At last
A look shared
Brings hands together
Not to ease
But to pleasure
Accompanied
By soft lips
Joining
Tentative at first
Growing stronger
As pleasure courses
Through shared skin
Here
In the arms
Of her savior
Kisara finds home
Foreign no longer.
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What if a fic where Eddie finds Steve so pretty and cute and at times downright adorable that he keeps wanting to bite him, but he can't because they're friends. Eddie isn't even out to Steve, doesn't want to risk it. So instead of biting, he ends up grinding his teeth a lot.
He starts getting a lot of really bad tension headaches, which brings Steve even closer into his orbit because Steve is very sympathetic (and secretly, selfishly, kind of likes having a headache buddy, because it sucks but at least they're not, like, alone). Which means Eddie grinds his teeth more and ends up with more frequent headaches.
But trying to avoid Steve results in Steve showing up outside his door with over the counter painkillers, tea, Gatorade, Pedialyte, hot and cold compresses, high quality sleep masks for cutting out light while he rests, essential oils, anything he knows that works for him when he gets a migraine. He offers scalp massages and times his compress use and refills his cup of whatever he's hydrating with and even guides Eddie to the bathroom when he doesn't want to crack an eye open to navigate the hallway.
I don't know how it ends, but at one point Steve asks Robin if migraines are contagious. She wants to grab him and shake him a little bit because what no, but he just looks so earnest and concerned and maybe a little guilty, it'd be like kicking a puppy.
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Pandora and Emmeline are an adorable couple. Their relationship is bickering and laughing and meaningful glances, it's searching for eachother in crowded rooms just to bicker about small things as their own way of saying "i love you". It's shopping for crystals and owning a black cat and sneak attack hugs. It's communicating with their eyes, and thinking the world of one another. It's covering eatchother with blankets when they fall asleep on the couch, and staring at the other in the middle of class when they really should be paying attention. It's divination, butterfly kisses, and competitive staring contests. It's being old and gray but still arguing as if to say "you're my everything". It's Pandora being the moon, and Emmeline being the flowers. It's an unspoken love, the kind of love where "fuck you" means "marry me".
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