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so-sures-blog · 11 months ago

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Icebound

icebound definition: surrounded, obstructed, or covered by ice.

In which Zane uses his element against the Overlord to save the city and his friends. Because it wasn’t about numbers, it was about family.

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It is the end, and Zane knows it.

The Overlord is conquering Ninjago City, webs of gold stringing across buildings like Christmas lights and tying up his friends like flies. They struggle, but it is useless under the might of the Overlord.

Zane flips out of the way of a golden band reaching to ensnare him and lands on a roof. All of his friends are tied up, and only Zane is free. He knows what he has to do. He is the only one who can.

“Support me, friends. For one last time.”

He takes a running leap off the ledge, and Jay flips midair so his feet plant squarely on top of his. Then Cole, Lloyd, Kai, Sensei Garmadon, and Wu.

He soars, flying straight at the Overlord, and grabs onto his golden fangs.

Immediately, he feels its power, and its agony. Pain rips into every crevice of his body; his jolts rattle and shake and his wires spark under his skin.

“Let my friends go!” Zane shouts.

“Go where, Doomed Ninja?” The Overlord sneers. Its eyes, red and hateful, glare into him.

Zane writhes under the immense pain and power. His body cannot handle it, he knows, and he feels himself falling apart under it.

“The Golden Weapons are too powerful for you to behold. Your survival chance is low.”

But Zane isn’t trying to hold them. He’s trying to destroy them.

He thinks of his brothers. He thinks of PIXAL. He thinks of his father. He thinks of an old man with long white hair as pure as snow and ice blue eyes that visited him a long time ago, who had come and left as quickly as winter did and had breathed that power into him because he saw him worthy of it.

“This … isn’t about numbers … It's about family!”

The golden webs holding the Ninja fall and they escape. He can hear them screaming, telling him to let go, and he thanks them for that. Wu and Garmadon grab onto them and yank them back, away from the oncoming destruction.

His core — his heart — started reaching critical mass. Frost began creeping upon the Overlord’s fangs. Something blue and blinding in his heart freezes under his power, and Zane embraces it. It's his power. His choice.

“I am a Nindroid. And Ninja never quit. Go Ninja … go!”

He is the Master of Ice. He was built to protect those who cannot protect themselves. He stands for peace, freedom, and courage in the face of all who threaten Ninjago.

Frostbite burns his skin away; jolt and wires freeze under the cold; until he is left completely bare.

The last glimpse they get of Zane is him surrounded by a blizzard of his own making, bright and beautiful like a supernova. Burning blue and white with the terrible brilliance of his own determined choice.

Zane died; not as a machine, not as a human, not as a tool of anyone or anything — but as himself. Zane died to save the ones he loves.

And woke up as something completely different.

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PIXAL climbs her way up the steep cliff side, careful to place her foot in secure crevices in case she slipped and fell from the icy mountain. Heavy snow blinded her vision as the blizzard whipped around her, but she kept her pace steady and sure.

It had been months since she had left Ninjago City and began her search. Months since Zane’s death and memorial. PIXAL knew, logically, that she should be back there, properly mourning him. But she could not.

He had never given up on her, not when she was under the Overlord’s control or when she was struggling with the newness of emotions.

And that meant she could never give up on him.

When she had first met Zane, she became more than a machine meant to function. He was vital to her, and she was a part of him.

She carried half his heart, and against all logical explanations, she knew he was still alive.

She did not tell the Ninja of her suspicions: the immediate aftermath of Zane’s loss had been devastating. She’d watched as the team fractured, splitting at the seams as they all fled their separate ways, too heartsore and dizzy with grief to do much otherwise. She did not tell Cyrus Borg where she was going either, for she knew if he begged her to stay, she would.

If she had told them she had seen a snowy wraith emerge from the destruction of the frozen, apocalyptic atmosphere on the rooftop, she would have been told she had imagined it due to her grief.

And while she was grieving, she was not imagining it. She is a Nindroid, and she did not have an imagination. PIXAL was built to observe, to analyze, to collect data and gather information. She built theories and hypothesized, not assumed.

So she followed the signs. She kept track of all weather anomalies that happened across Ninjago — sudden snowstorms, cold drops in temperatures that swept through small villages and towns. It led her all across the country until it ended here, with her climbing up the frozen, snow-peaked mountain.

Finally, PIXAL arrived at her destination.

The Ice Temple.

Slowly, she makes her way towards it. Her sensors indicate the temperature dropping the closer she gets. For a normal human, they would have already gotten frostbite without the proper equipment and numb with it, but PIXAL was made of metal. The cold did not bother her.

She peers into the glacial architecture, but does not enter. Or more like, she is unable to. It feels as if there is some sort of force of winter that is keeping her at bay.

“Zane?” Hope finds its way into the desperation of her voice. Freezing winds whip her hair out of its ponytail and against the purple circuits on her cheeks, but she barely notices. “Is that you?”

There’s nothing except for the howling wind, then her eyes catch movement. Slowly, almost like a ghost, a figure starts to come closer, making a shape against the blizzard.

If PIXAL had lungs, all the air would have rushed out of them.

A being made of pure winter floated in front of her. Formed of ice and frost and molded by the wind, it stood there and looked at her. Opaque ice carved the face that has been imprinted in her memory drives, the one she had traveled across the entire world to see again.

It was frozen, and beautiful, and Zane.

Inside her neural drive, alarms were blaring into her system, flashing behind her eyes. Warning: Severe weather alert. Temperature reaching sub-zero levels. Retreat into a warmer climate —

PIXAL shut off the notifications.

“Hello,” she says. Zane does not move. She dares a step closer. “Do you recognize me?”

He says nothing, so PIXAL continues on. It feels like their roles were reversed when they first met: she, the one struck speechless by the other’s beauty. Him, stoic to it all.

“I’m PIXAL, the Primary Interactive X-ternal Assistant Lifeform. I’m a … friend. I came searching for you to bring you home. There are things about you that you don’t understand. That you have yet to discover. I am here to help you remember.”

Zane is quiet, but she senses that he is listening. Something glowing in her chest aches.

“It is alright if you don’t remember me,” PIXAL says. She cannot cry, but is she would she could. She is still new to emotions, and many are overwhelming her: joy and grief and something fierce and pure deep in her heart. “I remember you. And we are still compatible.”

Zane tilts his head and drifts closer. The snow slows its fall, the wind stopping altogether. Snowflakes gently coat her hair. Now that he is closer, she can see the differences that make him unlike the old Zane: he doesn’t have the one dimple on the right side of his cheek, or the small beauty mark on his collarbone, or the tiny scar on his index finger from his shuriken.

But he is still Zane, even as an icy spirit.

She held out a hand. “Your brothers miss you very much. Will you come back with me, Zane?”

He is silent, staring at her. Unlike before, it is impossible to know what he is thinking. She gazes up at him, imploring. His eyes have no irises or pupils, so she is simply staring up at pinpricks of pure blue light.

Slowly, his hand reaches out of her.

BANG!

A loud sound echoes across the ice, and out of nowhere chains of Vengestone come flying out and capture him.

Fear slams into her. “Zane!” PIXAL cries.

Ice races out from his body and across the chains as Zane struggles, but no matter what, he can’t break them.

PIXAL whips around to face the assailant.

A man in his thirties, wrapped in a thick parka to prevent the cold and wearing a red mask. He has shoulder-length brown hair and is wearing a dyed red straw hat, and under it she can see he is hiding an eyepatch.

“What are you doing?” PIXAL shouts. Anger — an emotion she rarely feels — burns through her.

The man lowers his gun and pulls out another one before she can even blink.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Just following orders.”

Before she can question what that means, he fires. A net tangles her limbs together and brings her down against the cold snow. Before she can fight against it, electricity courses through her.

And then everything went black.

#ninjago #ninjago fic #ninjago au #ninjago seabound #reboot au #ninjago pixane #zane julien #pixal borg #ninjago ronin #ninjago overlord #kai smith #jay walker #cole brookstone #lloyd garmadon #ninjago wu #ninjago garmadon

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vigilante24ish · 2 months ago

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🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1683

Chapter 36:

Lilia placed the card in the middle, at the space of the Traveler; the card representing her in this passage. "Impathetic, intuitive, inner voice to be trusted."

"Yes, you're a mensch, Lilia" Agatha commented, observing the sword filled ceiling that was still coming down; alas at a slower pace than before but it did not seem it would stop anytime soon. "

But let's say we place a card."

"No sword." You commented next, realizing that at least nothing was flying towards you; which never expected to count it as a relief in your prolonged life.

"If she got the card right, why doesn't the ceiling stop?" Jen questioned, her worry growing the closer the ceiling was coming down; the closer those swords were to her and the rest of you.

Lilia pulled the next card. "Three of Pentacles. Collaboration, Community, I needed you... my coven, " Immediately, she got a flash of the list she wrote for Agatha.

The names she had listed as the coven members Agatha needed.

Lilia Calderu

Jennifer Kale

Agatha Harkness

Alice Wu...

A black heart...

And no other name...

As she focused on the present, she came to realize that your name was never on the list. Before she could question it, before she could try to figure it out; her hand went for the next card.

"The Path Behind... The Knight of Wands. Full of fire. Fights bravely." She announced loudly as she placed the card down, getting momentarily flash of Alice's sacrifice in saving Agatha from the vengeful spirit of her evil mother.

Billy, the taller of the group and also the one with those huge black horns on his head; was the first who had to bend and try to avoid his impalement.

"We're running out of time." He exclaimed.

Lilia pulled the next card. "The Path Ahead...High Priestess. Immense spiritual power, unable or unwilling to use it." As she placed the card at its respective place on the spread, she got flames of her first meeting with Jen; the background of a banner the same as her card.

"Don't stop, Lilia!" Jen, the main subject of this momentarily memory, encouraged the older witch; with whom she had surprisingly bonded during their little time in the tunnels.

"Obstacles..." Lilia pulled the next card, but as she did, an extra card left the deck and slowly levitated towards the floor. She noticed, but her mind quickly focused on the card in her hands. "Three of Swords. Heartbreak, sorrow, grief." She remembered the moment Teen almost died; a devastated Agatha holding his head; three branches behind her crossing her the same way they crossed the card.

"Agatha!" You called and pulled her lower, forcing her to bend since, for a moment, had forgotten she had thay ridiculous pointy hat on top of her head.

Lilia heard the cries of worry but remained focused, close in finishing the spread. "The Windfall...Tower reversed. Disaster, destruction, sudden upheaval, but reversed, it means miraculous transformation." A quick flash of the Barmichva of Willliam and the shot of the tower reversed in her glass sphere. And with shaky hands, she pulled the last card. "And finally, the Destination..."

The sight of the card, so familiar and yet so haunting, made her gasp. She remembered the tunnels, the Ouija Board spelling a certain word... she remembered the summoning, she remembered the day she found her own maestro's body... and the figure standing behind it.

And she remembered the ways a certain Green Witch looked at you... the familiarity that seemed to exist... and the polarity represented.

"....death..." Lilia exclaimed and managed to place the card down, stopping the sword inches from harming her and her coven.

With the spread done, the ceiling started to go up again, and you could not help but chuckle faintly in relief; your hand holding Agatha's tightly for a moment longer.

"Lilia, you did it. You saved us." Jen exclaimed, almost feeling the need to hide the coocky old witch with troublesome powers.

However, it was you who had noticed that look on her face; one of shock and slight fear.

"What happened?" You asked, feeling she saw something that startled her enough and most likely concerned all of you as a group.

"Rio... she's Death." Lilia explained, still trying to process everything.

"She's what?" Jen questioned, ensuring she had heard right the first time.

"The original Green Witch."

You pressed your lips to form a thin line as the cat got out of the bag. Though in your and Rio's defence, no one ever denied that Rio was not death.

Simply, no one asked or made the connection; utill now that was.

"Is it true?" Billy asked next as everyone looked at Agatha.

"What can I say? I like the bad boys." She answered them without a moment of hesitation or shame, clearly not minding that she was romantically evolved with the Grimm Reaper.

At her words, you could not help but clear your throat and even pull your hand away from hers; clearly not liking her answer.

It was your turn to feel jealous, and you did not hide it from her or anyone. You had been very patient and understanding, but you were not going to stand around and be insulted like that.

You were before Rio. You were before anyone else...

Agatha frowned at your move, clearly not liking your response. However, she saw the way you crossed your arms halfway, fingers too close and pointing at your shoulder. She saw the look you were giving her; she could not help but roll her eyes at the unnecessary drama.

Honestly, you and Rio had that so much in common. It was becoming both tiresome and slightly worrisome.

"Fine, fine," she exclaimed. "I ike the bad boys and white witches with questionable parenthood backgrounds"

You parted our lips at her answer, clearly not approving of how openly she called you out. It definitely did not help as you could feel Jen's intense gaze on you, holding more suspicion than ever before.

Was this woman ever going to at least stop suspecting you would murder her in her sleep?

Before the topic could be changed to you and what Agatha said; Billy noticed something on the floor close to the table.

"Hey, Lilia; you missed a card," he pointed out and picked it up.

Lilia was reminded how that card was pulled along with the Three of Swords but had fallen to the side. Usually, in tarot, a card falling during shuffling was chosen, but during a spread... it depended.

She took the card from him and slowly lifted it up to her gaze, obscuring you from her vision from it.

"Two of swords..." Lilia recognised the upright card. "Stalemate, divided loyalty, caught in the middle... balance, equally matched..." she lowered the card slowly.

Exactly parallel to the figurine, you stood, and that act seemed to trigger one last memory flash to divination witch.

She remembered the meeting at Agatha's House, how you had your hands folded in a similar way as the crescent moon of a tapestry was in your background.

And here you stood now, in the exact same position. Your hands crossed, your clothes purely white, and that fancy headpiece threatening to fall forward and cover your eyes.

Lilia blinked as she recalled your name not existing on the list and your peculiar connection to both Rio and Agatha.

"Does this mean something? Flying off?" Billy asked.

Lilia kept staring at you in a way that made you feel as if she was looking through you; unfolding all of your locked secrets.

"It's a card that does and does not belong in the spread," she explained, finally adverting her gaze towards the boy. "It does and does not belong in the Obstacles, an unstable presence that can or can not affect the passage of the traveller"

"Helpful," Jen commented.

Suddenly, the grimm and spooky talk was interested by the familiar hissing sound that only Salem Seven could produce.

"We have to go, now!" You exclaimed, earning nods and huma from the others.

"Into the Iron Maiden, quickly!" Lilia instructed, only now making you realize that there were steps and a secret passage behind the now open iron Maiden.

One by one, Lilia ensured her coven went through.

First, if was Billy, and she gave him his little spellbook; which she had found in the tunnels.

Then it was Agatha, who seemed to understand why Lilia was waiting for them to enter. Yet despite everything, Lilia had one last piece of advice left; one that confused Agatha at that moment but would soon be the one thing saving her life.

You were third, Jen even pushing you to go ahead of her; something that surprised you. Jen had always been the first to leave, putting herself first and above all the others.

As you were about to enter, Lilia grabbed your hand; fingers wrapping tightly around the wrist with the moon brithmark.

"Stop holding back." she looked you dead in the eyes. "Face your fear."

Last was Jen, who got some wise words from Lilia as well; making her feel hopeful that her ending in this road would be better than her past the last 100 years.

Just like that, just like the Good Witch in the Wizard of Oz; Lilia played her part.

She gave the scarecrow the brains. She gave Dorothy advice to help finish. To the Lion, she reminded it of the bravery it always looked for... and for the tinman; she restored the missing heart.

A soft smile played on her lips, hands holding the two doors of the Iron Maiden. She looked at her coven, eyes getting misty with tears. "I loved being a witch."

And with those words, she closed the doors and locked them; leaving herself into the room, ready to face the Salem Seven and end them.

Ready to truly save her coven this time. Even at the cost of her own life. She was ready.

As the Ballad said...

I hold Death's hand in mine

Chapter 37

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #agatha spoilers #agatha fanfic #agatha x reader #agatha harkness x reader #marvel #moon phases fanfic #kathryn hahn #aubrey plaza #lilia calderu

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iliketangerines · 4 months ago

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I just saw a video of ermacs brutality where he shrinks his opponent to like the size of a Barbie doll and it got me thinking- imagine the Wu-shi academy boys- like Johnny Kenshi, Lao, raiden, and Lou, run into ermac and of course reader so also fighting alongside the boys but then ermac shrinks reader- and before they can get ermac to change her back he disappears so now they’re just stuck with tiny reader- I can just imagine like they all have to take turns helping tiny reader out.

a sizeable problem

a/n: what's up guys, did you miss me

pairing: kenshi takahashi x gn!reader

warnings: not proofread

you sit in the medical room, head in your hands and embarrassment creeping up the back of your neck as Liu Kang struggles to keep in his laughter

if you concentrate hard enough you can hear Johnny Cage laughing outside and then the slap of Kenshi’s hand across the back of the actor’s head to get him to stop laughing

Raiden and Kung Lao stand in the room next to Liu Kang, Kung Lao explaining the story with gusto and a sort of rushed pace and Raiden filling out the details of what had happened

while you and the others were in the Living Forest, you had run into Ermac, who shrunk you in size and then run off when they realized they had no chance against you and the other Earthrealm Defenders

it had ended with Raiden carrying you in his hands while Johnny struggled to contain his laughter

and now, you’re just plain embarrassed, wondering how you could even let something like this happen in the first place

you hadn’t even seen Ermac’s spell coming toward you, too focused on how your head spin with exhaustion as you tries to get up from one of his earlier attacks

Liu Kang furrows his eyebrows at you, hand moving forward as if to pat your shoulder before he remembers that you’re about the size of a rat now

instead, he uses his pointer finger to gentle tap your shoulder and try to reassure you that he will consult with Geras to help bring you back to size

for now, he tells you to accompany the others until he can fix your problem, and he turns to Raiden, who nods and holds out his palm for you to step into

you stand up from the medical cot and step into Raiden’s palm, and he holds you awkwardly in his palm as Liu Kang gives you a slight nod and then leaves, sliding open the doors to the medical room and revealing a concerned looking Kenshi and a slightly bruised Johnny

the both of them walk into the room and as Kenshi talks to Kung Lao about what the plan going forward was, Johnny walks up to you and holds out his own palm, saying that he wants to try something

scowling at him, you growl that you don’t want any part in his antics, but he just smiles at you and says that it’s just a harmless thing he wants to try out

you glance up at Raiden before looking back to Johnny and grimacing, stepping into the actor’s palm

he raises his palm up to his head, urging you to step onto his hair, and you hesitate for a moment before moving forward, kneeling down onto the soft bed of strands so that your butt fits snugly between your ankles

your hands grip onto his hair for balance, and you watch as Johnny pulls out his phone and tells you to smile as he takes a selfie

you do no such thing and instead scowl at the camera, still irritated with your entire situation, but the actor tells you to have a little fun as he starts to walk out of the medical cot, the others not too far behind as they witness the spectacle

it’s not the most comfortable of situations, but it could be much worse you suppose, the views were really grand up here and whatever product Johnny uses to wash his hair was actually quite nice to smell

Kenshi looks to you and asks if everything was okay, and you shout back that you were okay, that it was actually kind of nice

Johnny retorts saying that he knew it was a good idea, and you frown at him, tugging at a strand of his hair roughly and listening to him yelp

his hand reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, and he says that yeah, he deserved that

behind you, you can hear Raiden and Kung Lao following closely behind, and the slight snap of a camera, no doubt Kung Lao taking pictures for evidence or blackmail

you ignore the both of them and simply watch as Johnny turns around the corner to reveal the dining hall

he piles food onto his plate as do the others, and he sits down, reaching his palm up once more for you to step on, and he brings you down to the table

stretching your legs, Kenshi has taken an extra plate, the small salad one and has put on small amounts of whatever dinner the monks were serving today

Kung Lao brings over a cup of water, telling you to wash your hands, and you grimace at the thought of having to eat everything with your bare hands

but you supposed that they wouldn't have utensils for rats here at the Fire Temple

washing your hands in the cup, you shake off the water droplets and walk over to your food, sitting down cross-legged as you grab onto a few grains of rice and start to eat

dinner is no different other than that, the four of them laughing at each other, telling jokes and stories of their times in the real world

it’s a bit more difficult for you to chime in, your voice sounding more like squeaks rather than actual words, but dinner still managed to remain fun enough for you

you can feel your entire body relaxing as you eat, and you grimace when you realize how hungry you were, when was the last time you had eaten?

this morning was all about greeting Kenshi and the others to the Fire Temple and then training initiates all day, you hadn’t had the time to eat breakfast or lunch

when your plate empties of food, Kenshi silently plates some more in front of you from his plate, and you hope he can feel how grateful you are as you grab onto the handfuls of food in front of you

as Kung Lao finally polishes off the last of his food, Kenshi holds his palm out for you, telling you to sleep at his place tonight

Johnny protests, but Kenshi sighs and elbows him in the ribs, saying that he was the only one who even had fabric that could act as a blanket for you

the rest of them grumble but agree, and you step unto Kenshi’s awaiting hand, mumbling underneath your breath that you could handle a few bugs on your own

the swordsman only smiles at your words and holds you gentle in his palm, slightly curling his fingers for you to grab onto so that you don’t lose balance

Kenshi bids goodnight to the rest of them, and they all shout goodnight, no doubt Kung Lao about to rope them into something ridiculous before they all went to bed for the night

the walk back to his room is silent besides the buzzing in the air, but you don’t mind, simply enjoying the ride as Kenshi finally makes it to his room

it’s modestly decorated, the only sign of living being the slippers by the doorway

Kenshi toes off his shoes and puts on the slippers before walking over to the bedroom and telling you to behave as he grabs his sleepwear

you cross your arms and roll your eyes, of course you would behave, you weren’t Kung Lao nor Johnny for god’s sake

the bathroom door slides shut behind him, and you sigh and flop back onto the bed, closing your eyes and bemoaning to yourself about your bad luck

you almost miss the sound of buzzing, and you jolt up to your feet when you find a mosquito the size of your head barrelling towards you from across the room

your hands reach to the sides, drawing out your weapon, and slash at it, hoping to try and intimidate it away from you

it only buzzes maniacally, flying off to the side and just barely missing the tip of your blade as it charges back in

stepping backward, you grit your teeth and clash with the bug, irritated and annoyed that such a small problem had now been amplified by your small size

it charges toward you one more, like a bull on a mission, and you dart to the side, bring your weapon down and slashing off its wings, sending it smashing into the fabric of the bed

the bug squeals bloody murder at you as you walk up and cut off its head, and the slight amount of blood it had drinken before stains a small red dot onto Kenshi’s sheets

hopefully, he wouldn’t mind too much

right on time, the swordsman steps out of the bathroom, steam rolling out of the room as he dries his hair with a towel, wearing nothing but a loose shirt and some boxers

he asks if anything had happened, reaching the edge of the bed and holding out his palm, waiting for you to walk onto it so that he didn’t accidentally crush you with his size

you wipe your blade and sheath it, huffing and walking over, saying that a mosquito had given you a bit of trouble but that it had been handled

Kenshi hums and walks around the room, going to one of the drawers and feeling for the handle before pulling it open

his hand slowly glides through its contents until he finds what he’s looking for, a lighter, and he closes the drawer and walks over to the corner of the room

an incense burner sits there quietly, and Kenshi carefully lights it, placing the lighter on the nearby nightstand and mumbling that this should take care of any mosquitoes

you sigh and thank him, and he smiles and says no problem, placing you down on the nightstand with the lighter and opening up the drawer, revealing a plethora of blindfolds and grabbing a handful and placing them down gently onto the wooden surface you stand on

he tells you to make yourself comfortable, Cage had bought him too many anyway, and you nod in understanding, grabbing onto two at a time and forming yourself a makeshift bed

it’s a lot more comfortable than you would’ve thought, Johnny of course had spared no expense and had bought a ton of silk blindfolds for him

Kenshi tells you good night and gets underneath the covers of his bed, lying flat on his back and evening out his breathing

in the quiet of the night, buried underneath too many blindfolds, you stare at the ceiling, hands holding on tightly to the blindfolds

the murmur of Kenshi’s voice cuts through the silence as he asks if you can’t sleep as well, and you hum in agreement, saying that a lot of thoughts were just running through your mind right now

he chuckles and turns onto his side to face you, even if he couldn’t see you right now, and he asks what you’re thinking about

you’re quiet for a moment, turning around in your makeshift bed as well to face him, and you say that you just feel a bit powerless so small, and you hated feeling this way, hell you could barely handle a mosquito earlier and you can’t even do anything except wait until Liu Kang found a way to make you your regular size again

he frowns at your reasoning and says that you’re not powerless, that you’re the strongest out of all four of them

a slight bitter laugh escapes you as you say that you couldn't even get around earlier without riding on top of Johnny’s head

Kenshi sighs and tells you to come over to him, and you grimace before sliding off the silk blindfolds and walking over

he settles onto his back, patting at his chest for you climb onto, and you do so, sitting on the fabric of his shirt and moving with the rise and fall of his breath

his voice rumbles through you as he tells you sincerely, that right now, it’s okay to ask for help, that you were at a disadvantage and that there is no shame in having someone to aid you

he wishes he had learned the same lesson earlier, perhaps he wouldn’t have such a large rift with his family if he had simply asked them for help and explained his plan to dismantle the yakuza

Kenshi continues before you can protest, saying that you are one of the most powerful people that he knows, small or not, that most in this situation would not handle it so well

but you, you took it gracefully, albeit a bit annoyed, but gracefully, even adjusting to the sudden dangers of being so small

a more disoriented person wouldn’t have been able to fight off the mosquito, and besides, you had been working too hard lately, it was time to let Kenshi and the others do a little more work and let you relax

you had stayed at the Fire Temple to help aid Liu Kang, and it was obviously taking a toll on you

sighing at him, you know that he’s right, that the whole reason you had never seen Ermac’s spell coming was because you were exhausted, running around left and right, completing errands for Liu Kang and training the initiates from dawn to dusk

Kenshi quirks a brow at you, knowingly smirking at you, and you slap lightly at his chest, but it holds no malice

after a short moment of silence, you thank him, and he hums quietly, saying that he owed it to you, especially after you had helped him so much back when he was blinded by Mileena

you stand up to get back to your makeshift bed, but he tells you to stay, he was a pretty still sleeper, you wouldn’t fall off

and you hate to say it, but it was rather relaxing to lay on Kenshi’s chest, so you agree and laydown, staring at the ceiling

it’s warm, soft, and before you know it, your eyes have shut as you curl up on Kenshi’s chest

light hits your eyelids, and you groan, turning onto your side and burying your face into something warm and soft, gripping onto the fabric of Kenshi’s shirt to stay enveloped in his warmth

his arm wraps around your shoulder tighter, and you hum in content at the feeling before something clicks in your brain

weren’t you small right now?

you crack your eyelids open, finding your face buried into his chest, your legs tangled with his, and his arms wrapped around your body

warmth immediately flare in your body, setting your face on fire as you realize just how intimately close you were to the swordsman

at some point in the middle of the night, the spell had worn off

maybe you could sneak your way out of his arms, and that he hadn’t noticed yet, and you slowly try to pull yourself away from his damningly soft and warm chest

Kenshi asks if you’ve woken up yet, and you flinch at his words, cover blown, and he only laughs at your reaction, tugging you in a bit closer

he hums, saying to just stay in his arms for a few moments longer, and you don’t react for a moment, before sighing and scooting in a bit closer to him

you would have to thank Ermac the next time you see him

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curious

nico hischier x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, pure word porn, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), cum shot?, dirty talk, praising

“good, lovin, feel so, numb. ride me, till i’m, bout to, cum. i see, you are, bout to, clim-ax. so, oh girl, don’t be shy.”

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♪ - wus good/curious, partynextdoor

nico’s long fingers hook in the crotch of my panties, moving them to the side so that i’m easily accessible. they run up and down my folds, my wetness coating the pads of his fingertips. “oh god, you’re so wet for me.” he husks into my ear, his hot breath brushing past my neck making my hairs stand up.

his other hand grips my waist harshly, fingers pressing against my skin in a bruising way. soft whimpers release from my mouth before i bite down on my bottom lip, hushing myself. “only for you.” i say between my teeth.

nico hums, pressing a harsh kiss to my neck, sucking the spot he knows is most sensitive. my heart beats in my chest like a drum, body begging to be filled by nico. i feel like i'm about to crumble by his touch, his lips leaving marks down my neck down to my collarbone.

"please nico." i find myself begging, his thick fingers continuing to toy with my dripping folds. he smirks against my skin, raising himself up to look into my blown pupils. my cheeks don't hide the blood rising to my skin, a flush of embarrassment flooding my face.

nico starts to slowly slide his middle finger into my aching hole. my hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as his knuckles hit my skin. he moves his finger into a curl, hitting a spot not even i can reach. i have to fold onto his shoulder as he slides another finger in with the next pump, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

his hands stop moving, fingers staying still half inside me causing my hips to try to lower myself onto them. he moves his fingers out of me, leaving me completely empty. "you're going to have to look at me if you want it." he whispers down into my ear.

i let out a groan mixed with a moan as i straighten myself up, looking straight into nico's darkened eyes. he smirks, "good girl." he whispers, slowly sliding two fingers back into me, earning a harsh gasp to leave my lips. "wasn't so hard.. now was it?" he teases in my ear.

my hands grip nico’s shoulders harder as his fingers some how get deeper making me squeal. i never even knew these spots inside me existed, but god i love the way he’s hitting them. incoherent moans spill out of my mouth as my guts feel like their on fire.

as i feel a knot in my stomach tightening, nico removed his fingers once again, causes a whimper to leave my lips. “come on baby.” i whine to him, watching as he slips the two fingers into his mouth. sucking all of me off of his fingers, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time.

“be patient.” he husks, quickly manoeuvring us to be able to pull his boxers down his thighs just enough for his hard cock to spring out, hitting his abdomen before coming down to hit my clit. my hole clenches, waiting for the cock in front of me to bottom me out once again.

nico takes the base of his cock in his hand, running the pre-cum soaked tip along my wetness. finally pushing into me getting a stretched out moan from me.

he brings me up from my sitting position, hands firmly gripping my hips and helping me push down against his length. long groans mix through the room from both of our mouths. once i’m bottomed out on nico’s cock my walls squeeze around him, feeling every familiar vein, bump and curve of him.

i’m addicted to the way he stretches me out, when i’m all the way down him and his tip hitting unimaginable places. i can’t move for a moment, letting myself adjust to his impeccable size before i can even think about moving my hips in anyway.

once i finally feel ready to move, i start slow. grinding my hips back and forth, hitting all my sides perfectly. my limbs tighten, jaw clenching as i start to quicken my pace. nico’s hands start to control my hips, pushing and pulling me back and forth. curses push pass my lips mixing with the moans coming from deep in my chest.

i slow the pace on my hips, starting to pick them up instead of grind them. feeling nico’s length slowly slip out of me, my juices coating the base of his cock as it begs to be covered by my warmth again. i go up so much it feels like he could fall out of me anytime, before that can happen i slide back down him all the way to his base again.

nico bites his bottom lip, staring down at my pussy as if take all of him back inside of me. i roll my hips back slowly before going back up for a second time but faster. his fingers squeeze my full hips so hard that bruises will litter my skin tomorrow, but i don’t care, all i need is him.

his eyes flutter back up to mine, pupils blown out in pleasure and filled with lust. a smirk comes onto his face as he guides my hips back down harshly, our skin lightly slapping as my ass meets his thighs. the fast stretch of him coming back into me makes me squeal and throw my head back slowly.

he continues to take control, maneuvering me back up and down his almost painfully long cock quickly. "you look so pretty." nico whispers in my ear, softly nipping at my earlobe. "taking my cock so nicely." my moans double with his words, encouraging me to help him quicken my pace.

my hands run from his shoulders up the back of his neck, softly pulling at the short hairs. combing up to tug on his longer dark hair, forcing his head to look up at me. nico's hand drops down to my ass, kneading my flesh with the palm of his hand. he gives me a light smack at first, i whimper in enjoyment. "you like that?" he smirks, causing him to add another harsher one on the same cheek.

i mumble to answer his question, my mind too scrambled to give out words. “i’m going to need words baby.” he slows my hips, forcing me to stop half down on his cock. i can see that me not moving anymore is hurting nico too, all he wants is for me to keep riding him, but he keeps his act up.

i try to stand my ground, but it’s no use, finding myself begging for him to fill me up again. “it’s so good nico!” i yell out quickly, grinding my body back down his length.

he lets out a soft degrading chuckle at my begging, his ego slightly boosting as my insides beg for his shape. nico slams me back down him, causing me to scream out curses. i suck my lips into my mouth, sharply biting down to silence my loud moans.

“come on baby, scream for me.” he lands another harsh slap on my ass, red handprints starting to appear on my sensitive cheek. i let my lips unbuckle from my mouth, leaving my quick paced moans to rush out of my mouth.

every time i get slammed back on nico's cock, i roll my hips back and forth before moving back up again. i can feel my walls clench around him every time, memorizing every single curve of him inside me.

except for when my stomach tightens to an unbearable pressure where i can't even lift my hips up anymore. settling down on his lab and rolling my hips back and forth, feeling him start to twitch inside me. we both chase our orgasms, our chests rising in sync as we take in the oxygen our highs chase.

i get so hungry for my orgasm, moving my hips in unrhythmic and sloppy patterns. "oh, just like that." nico praises in my ear. my hands grip his hair harder, pulling at his roots as i can feel myself coming undone above him.

"i'm so, so close nico." i whimper. i can tell that he's close as well, his breaths and groans becoming deeper and closer together.

i can't take it anymore, my guts crave to undo as my orgasm crashes into me. "let it out baby. make a mess on my cock." he snarks out.

his words are all it takes for me to finish, letting myself unwind above nico. my back arching as my hips start to slow, nico gripping them to move them along again, letting him chase his own orgasm. it doesn't take him long, quickly pulling himself out of me, pumping himself a few more times. squeezing his tip softly as ropes of his cum start to spay over my stomach, running down my flesh to drip down to his thighs.

"you did so good baby." nico praises once again, letting me fall onto his shoulder to catch my breath. his cold hands rub up and down my hot skin making a deep breath fall from my chest.

nico lets me calm down, letting my nerves reset and breaths become even again. he then helps be off of his lap, laying me down on the mattress. "lets get you cleaned up." he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my temple before disappearing into the bathroom.

a few moments pass before he returns with a wet washcloth, resting between my thighs, guiding them apart so he could clean up our mess. "you look so pretty." his fingers brush my folds before replacing them with the cloth, wiping away the remains of my orgasm.

nico's fingers rush up to my stomach, swirling his fingers in his own cum that lays on my skin. quickly wiping it away to leave me clean. he throws the washcloth into the hamper, laying down beside me in the bed, pulling me into his warmth.

i rush to get the covers over us, protecting us from the harsh cold air that leaves goosebumps on my skin. my eyelids become heavy, sleep creeping up on me, and my body begs to be taken by it. he combs his fingers through my hair, letting my body become completely relaxed.

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