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Good Enough to Eat 🍦 Mahito

Written for the JJK Foodies and Goodies event made by @tsukimefuku

OC/Mahito (M/F), NSFW 18+, 1.5k words

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Inappropriate use of Food and Cursed Techniques

Temperature Play

Fingering

Cunnilingus

Mahito

"I didn't think you'd be one for sweets," Hairi said, sitting beside Mahito on her couch and handing him a cone. Mint chocolate chip—her favorite and the only flavor she had on hand. He lounged in the corner of the couch, an arm draped over the back while he propped a leg up on the cushions. Hairi sat at the opposite end, keeping her distance.

There was music constantly playing in her home, set to a low volume to act as a soundtrack to her life. It was playing calm lo-fi as she went casually about her day, as per her routine, but it was now horribly out of place. Nothing about the situation matched the tune and it grated on her nerves.

"I'm not one for food in general, but I get curious," Mahito shrugged, holding the cone over his face as he leaned back, letting it drip onto his tongue. Hairi grimaced and looked away, hoping mint ice cream would clean easily out of linen.

Hairi watched him, tense. His presence was not a pleasant one. How he was able to get in without her noticing was unknown. Surely she should have sensed his arrival. But if he remained civil, she would. She wasn't equipped to fight a Special Grade on her own, but she could be hospitable at least.

"What do you want?" she asked, a bite in her tone. Mahito never visited without a catch, and they both knew it.

He ignored her for a while, watching the green soft serve slowly melt. After catching another drop, he looked down at her and grinned.

"Can't I just visit a friend?" he asked slyly.

"We'd have to be friends first," she grumbled.

Mahito's laughter echoed through the room, a sound that made Hairi's skin prickle. He sat upright and rested his arm on his knee.

"Touché," he said, licking another drip of ice cream. "But, you know, we're not so different. We could be friends."

Hairi raised an eyebrow. "Friends don't usually show up unannounced and uninvited."

"Isn't spontaneity the spice of life?" he leaned forward, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Besides, I think we both know there's more between us than just animosity."

She scoffed, taking a defiant bite of her own cone. "In your dreams."

"Actually... in yours," he purred, his gaze lingering on her lips.

That made her pause. She turned her gaze down to the floor. Maybe it was just some lucky guess, but the thought that he might actually know about her moment of weakness against her own mind made her fidget. She was alone that night... as far as she knew.

"You intrigue me, Hairi. Always so guarded, yet here you are, sharing your favorite ice cream with me," he hummed like some sort of gotcha.

"Only because you showed up out of nowhere," she retorted, shaking her thoughts off. "It's not like I had a choice."

"There's always a choice," Mahito said softly, his tone suddenly serious. "You could have turned me away, but you didn't. Why is that?"

Hairi hesitated, the question catching her off guard. She looked down at her cone, the mint green starting to blend with the chocolate in a messy swirl. She wasn't a strong sorcerer, but her ability could have gotten her away from him, she knew that. But she didn't flee. He appeared here and she didn't bother to leave or tell him off or anything. Her phone was in her pocket, she could have called Nanami. Fear was never the feeling inside her. Not once.

"Maybe I was curious too," she admitted in a small, nervous whisper.

Mahito's smile widened. "See? We're getting somewhere."

"Don't get your hopes up," Hairi warned, though the edge in her voice had softened. "This doesn't mean I trust you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Mahito replied, shifting closer. Hairi's breath hitched as he closed the distance between them. His presence was magnetic, a dangerous pull she couldn't entirely resist. She was already at the far end of the sofa, moving away pressed her more against the armrest and bent her backward.

"You're infuriating," she muttered, more to herself than to him.

"And you're delightful," he countered, his voice a low murmur. Hairi was too focused on the closing distance between them to notice the large mint glob dropping onto her shirt. She yelped at the sudden cold, grimacing at the mess.

"Good enough to eat, really," he snickered.

Before she could respond, Mahito's fingers brushed a stray lock of magenta hair from her face, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. His eyes locked onto hers, a challenge and a promise all at once.

His hand trailed from her face down to her shirt, dragging a finger through the cream mess and licking it off of his finger. He took her shirt off, leaning down to lick clean the remaining ice cream from between her breasts. Hairi shuddered, her face blooming red with blush.

Mahito allowed his treat to drip all over her, taking hers from her hand and smearing it along her neck. He created a second set of arms to undress her completely, leaving her bare beneath him to spill the cold mint cream on. Her breasts, her stomach, her legs, all covered in cold dapples that made her shiver and whine. Her nipples perked from the cold and goosebumps prickled her skin. He held her still, tongue exploring her flesh as his second set of arms caressed her, kneading her thighs.

Her noises were soft, a hesitant gasp at each warm press of his tongue on her skin. The mint and the cold making her tingle along side the echoes of his touch with every caress.

Gentle. Achingly so. Mahito was an enigma, certainly. Hairi could never predict what he'd do next. Though she did daydream once... or twice about an encounter like this, she always assumed she was being too hopeful imagining something soft and sweet. But here he was. Gently lapping at the mint cream he dappled on her pale skin.

A cold set of fingers suddenly pressed her clit, making her gasp and tense. They circled her, rubbing her slow before dipping into her moistening slit and returning to the circles. Hairi squirmed, unable to control the noises that escaped her as he pressed and kneaded her sensitive button. He pressed his palm into her, pushing a pair of fingers deep inside and thrusting them. Gradually, they warmed, the shudders and goosebumps falling away as she melted into his touch. She closed her eyes, grinding desperately into his hand.

The dapples of mint cream eventually came to an end. Mahito snaked around her to clean every last drop, not once faltering his pace. The second set of hands were put away and he ceased his caressing, his torso elongating to wrap around her and hold her in place. Hairi struggled slightly, unable to loosen his grasp.

"Aw, All gone," he hummed, slithering further down her body and pushing her thighs open. Hairi's leg dropped off the side of the couch and her struggles only made the snake more interested. "Looks like I'll have to start eating something else."

Mahito purrs, lulling his tongue out of his mouth and lapping at her wetness. She stifled her moans, focusing on trying to unravel him from around her.

"What are you-?"

She was stopped by a sudden and rough intrusion. His tongue pierced her, thickening and writhing deep inside. It pressed and massaged her walls, forcing itself all the way to her inner wall and making her cry out loudly. The writhing pressed all her buttons, his grip tightening on her until she could barely move more than bucking into his mouth. She couldn't keep quiet if he tried, moaning, whining, she felt hot all over. A coil wound itself in her core, tighter and tighter while he tongue fucked her roughly.

"You've always wanted this, haven't you? Fantasizing about me all night... touching yourself," he chuckled, gliding his teeth over her thigh as he teased her. "Did you imagine your little fantasies would come true so easily? I know you'll only crave more."

Mahito bore sharpened fangs, pressing his teeth dangerously against her skin until he was satisfied with her trembling. Not too far yet. Scaring her off so soon would ruin his fun.

Hairi yelped and whimpered as his tongue prodded her walls, bullying her sensitive spot until the coil finally snapped and she fell apart. Her pussy clenched on his tongue, her body tensing and arching as a shuddering gasp escaped her. He pulled away. Hairi was thankful for a chance to finally breathe in peace, but he refused to let her go even now.

Mahito pulled her underneath him, his hair falling around his face and making a bunched curtain of messy gray strands. There was an intensity in his eyes. Wild, feral, hungry.

"I can give you much more~" he held her face in his hands, licking her juices from his lips. "All you have to do is bind yourself to me."

I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE, YEESSS

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Mary Meets Miriam (Part 6/?)

Ice cream gone, dishes washed, dried, and put away; Miriam rejoined Mary on the couch. “Thank you for that,” Mary told Miriam before her gaze drifted to her lap… then back up to her. “...Do you mind if I ask you another question?” “Oh, uh, no. Go ahead.” She really hoped this question would be a bit easier… “You said earlier that no one is satisfied with themselves… but… when I look at you… I just can’t see why. I mean, look at you… you’re so beautiful… Not just normal… but gorgeous. And you’re funny and you’ve been so nice to me… Looks, personality, strength… What’s not to like about you?” “Oh, gosh,” Miriam scratched at her cheek and let out an awkward laugh. She had not been expecting the barrage of compliments. Her face flushed all the way from her cheeks to her ears, fogging her glasses and leaving it difficult to see. “Th-that’s not… I’m not...” “You’re not what?” Mary pressed. “I’m not that great. I mean… a lot of people don’t like me. I don’t like me.” “But how could that be?” Mary asked skeptically. Miriam sighed, removed her glasses, and wiped them with a cloth to clear the fog. “Depends on who you ask. But for me,” she placed her glasses back on. “I say it’s because I’m not really me.” “What do you mean?” Miriam let out a sigh as she looked down at her hands. “I don’t know how much of me… is me... I’ve spent so much of my life being forcefully sculpted by my mother… I hate admitting it. I hate her. But she’s such a huge part of me. So much of what she wanted me to be, I am… not enough for her, but too much for me.” And Mary thought she had issues… “Well, what parts of you do you think aren’t really you?” Another sigh. “Being able to act polite, having any degree of intelligence, knowing how to bake…” Mary cocked her head and looked at her incredulously. “So… having any positive traits that were instilled in you by your mother makes them bad?” “Well, no… But would I have been like this without her? Is this really who I am?” “I like to think being able to wipe my own ass is really me, even if my mother taught me how.” Miriam looked at Mary in pure bewilderment before… laughing. Quite loudly. Causing Mary to recoil from volume and mood whiplash. “I’m sorr-ee-hee-hee!” Miriam cackled from behind her hand. “That was just- ha ha ha! I was so serious right there, but- hee hee hee! Bam! You put an end to that real quick!” Mary let out a breath, something between a sigh and a laugh. “Glad I could be of service. So,” the blonde shifted back into a comfortable position, “it’s like you said earlier; that no one’s ever satisfied?” Miriam took a deep breath to settle herself and let it out in a long sigh. “Yeah, pretty much.”

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Friend, Please (Chapter 15)

Fandom: Kirby/Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Gen | Teen

Characters: Meta Knight, Dark Meta Knight, Velka | Arcta Knight (OC)

Summary: They should be used to desperate people making horrible decisions by now, but somehow it always goes too far before anyone does anything about it. A person fell prey to the empty promises of dark, powerful hearts to become Arcta Knight. As they make their mark on Dreamland, Meta Knight grows anxious about the encroaching danger and leaves suddenly to prepare for a duel like no other.

AO3 | SqWA | Quotev

Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Blood and Violence, Swordfighting, Original Villain Character, Gijinka Kirby Characters

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(Cover art done by Dean, edited together by me)

What Once Was

She had deep indigo eyes.

Pale as the moon and frail… Every time he spotted her in the training yard, he wondered how she made it through the first trial at all. Maybe Sir Arthur saw something in her and made an exception?

Meta often arrived at the yard just as she was finishing her training. She’d leave discouraged and exhausted, not even noticing him half the time and giving a half-hearted greeting the other half. Her presence was like a ghost, there but not truly seen, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.

This time, he arrived at the same time as she did. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the training yard. She stood at the entrance, her small frame dwarfed by the large wooden gates. She looked as though she hadn’t slept, carrying dark circles beneath her eyes.

Meta hesitated for a moment, watching her. She seemed lost in thought, staring at the practice dummies with a mixture of determination and dread. He took a deep breath and approached her, his boots crunching softly on the gravel.

She dropped a heavy bag beside her, filled with supplies and half secured. Meta cleared his throat so she would hear his approach.

“Good morning,” he said, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

She jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, turning to face him. Her expression was guarded, but there was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. “Oh… good morning,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Meta offered a small smile, hoping to put her at ease. “Sorry to startle you. I’m Meta, another squire. I’ve seen you training here often.”

She nodded, returning her attention to the dummy ahead of her. She took the basic sword off of her hip, bracing it in her hands. “I’m not very good at it… I’m Velka.”

Her name… I’m almost surprised I recalled it at all. I can barely recall my own name before I was Knighted.

Meta frowned slightly, sensing the depth of her self-doubt even through the mask she put up. He stepped aside, giving her room to practice. “Everyone starts somewhere. It’s about perseverance, not just skill.”

Velka looked up at him, her indigo eyes searching his for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, she gave a hesitant nod. “So I keep hearing. I’m doing everything I’m told but it never seems to work.”

“Do you want to train together today?” he offered. “Maybe we can help each other improve.”

She seemed taken aback by his suggestion, a mixture of surprise and suspicion flashing across her face. “You’d want to— ? But I don’t think I’d be able to teach you anything?”

Meta shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Why not? We’re all here to become Star Warriors, aren’t we? I would like to help either way.”

For the first time Meta had seen, a small smile tugged at the corners of Velka’s lips. “Alright then. Let’s give it a try.”

After that… It’s a blur of countless days where we were at the yard sparring and practicing various techniques. It’s hard to make out many details.

Meta noticed that while Velka’s movements were often hesitant and lacked confidence, she had a natural grace and agility that could be honed with practice. He offered gentle corrections and encouragement, doing his best to boost her morale.

Beyond that, I can’t grasp anything else there, I have to leave the training yard.

Through their training they had began to talk more. Despite her frail appearance and the doubts of those around her, Velka was determined to become a Star Warrior. She spoke of Sir Arthur with the fervor of someone meeting their greatest hero. He who had seen potential in her and had given her the chance to prove herself.

“I want to prove that I can do it,” she said quietly during a break. “I want to prove that I can be a Star Warrior too. But sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever be good enough.”

Meta placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “The most important part is your passion. The rest will come with time and effort.”

“It’s just difficult. I feel like I’m somehow incapable of grasping what they teach us. No matter what, it just… it rolls off me,” she shook her head and dropped it in her hands. Meta frowned, folding his hands on the table and flickering his eyes between her and her standard sword.

“We’ll find out what works for you…”

“Eventually… Well, what about you? Why did you want to be a Star Warrior?” Velka asked, moving the topic away from her for her comfort. Meta straightened his back and looked ahead with a stern and determined expression.

“I want to face the strongest Knight in the galaxy,” he nodded sharply.

Velka’s eyes were wide, blinking in surprise at him. “You want to fight Sir Arthur?”

“No, no. Sir Arthur leads the Star Warriors, but he’s not the strongest. That title belongs to a Knight from a long time ago. Back when there were still Ancients,” Meta’s tone was hushed, as if letting her in on a secret. He leaned in to keep their conversation covert. “He was called Galacta Knight.”

“Ooh…” Velka whispered in awe.

“I believe I’ll beat him one day… I believe we both will achieve our goals,” Meta said with conviction, his optimism infectious. A smile gradually grew on her face and she brightened, the determination to succeed blooming inside her.

She was always trying so hard. Where did it change? Why did she take this route?

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For a while, they were inseparable, finding comfort and strength in each other’s presence. They worked together on tasks and training, even taking some of their courses together when they had the chance. Meta was far more advanced than she was, but he was willing to hang back to help her.

However, as time passed, Meta’s focus grew sharper and more intense. His ambition to become the best drove him to train harder and longer, often losing track of time and everything around him. He became consumed by his desire to surpass even the greatest warriors of the past, and his relentless pursuit of perfection began to take its toll on their friendship.

Meta spent hours every day perfecting his techniques, losing sight of anything that wasn't in favor of his goal. Before this moment, he hadn't known how he could ever face Galacta Knight. He was content just being named the next strongest through his efforts.

That was until he learned of something grand. A place that was known to grant wishes and make dreams come true. A planet called Popstar. His goal became something far more tangible now and gradual achievement wouldn't cut it. He needed to push and progress more and more every day.

Velka joined him every morning, it had become their routine by now. Bt She was left there without warning whenever Meta finished with his work. She struggled to keep up and match his pace, pushing herself far beyond her limits. But no matter how hard she tried, Meta was far ahead of her. Lost in his own world of tunnel vision self improvement.

There was a point that Meta lost track of her entirely. Traversing the memories, he found little else of her. A pleading look, a practice sword clutched in hand. Increasing amounts of bruises and cuts.

A voice cut through his session, pulling him from his focus. He grumbled softly and lowered his weapon, turning to find Velka at the edge of the yard. She appeared in awe, though there was a wrinkle of concern in her brow.

“You've been training for hours. Don't you think it's time to take a break?” her voice was tinged with concern and desperation.

“No. I need to get this right,” he said, turning his back to her gripping his weapon in both hands.

He hadn't been so short with her before. But he had no time to dally. His training continued alone. Days turning into weeks. Meta’s obsession with improving only grew. Velka’s only companion in the program moved on without another word to her.

Without another word? No, there has to be something, I wouldn’t have left it there, would I?

Meta struggled to think. He could only find one more instance of interaction between them. He was leaving the yard, where else would he be? And as he left he was carrying an armful of broken practice swords.

“Meta,” a soft voice chimed as he passed. “Can we talk?”

He paused, finally turning to face her after so long. Though once he could disconnect from his tasks and relax, he was too distracted for warmth and companionship. He looked at her with a distant, determined fire.

“What is it?”

Velka hesitated, scanning his face for a moment. “I… I heard you were going to be in the next Knighting ceremony.”

Meta nodded. He continued past her, taking the broken pieces somewhere to be tossed. “I will be. I can’t get any better without a real battle. I’ve learned everything I could here.”

“Well… I admire all the progress you’ve made. I wanted to ask if you would… If you’d train with me one last time? Before you left?” Velka said. She didn’t appear very prepared. Meta didn’t give it any thought at the time, but now he was sure that she simply wanted to spend time with him after so long of being cast aside.

He dusted his hands off and looked aside. His expression softened for a moment, fighting with the determined fire that burned in his chest. “I really have to go.”

Velka stammered, struggling to find the words to explain what she really wanted. “B– Meta, please. I–”

“I’m sorry, Velka. You’ll get better eventually, you don’t need me,” he urged. 

“H-How about you visit sometime? I want to see you after you become a Knight, hopefully I’ll be one too? Please, just come back to visit. Once?” Velka begged, dropping her practice sword to clasp her hands together, stepping up to him. Her eyes started to sparkle with sorrow and desperation, tears threatening to slip. 

“Alright… I’ll try to return,” he sighed. It was the last thing he said to her, leaving her at the yard in the fading twilight. She watched him as he left, he could feel her eyes on his back.

As soon as he was Knighted, a war broke out. Meta was swiftly set out to battle against Nightmare’s forces for the first time. And not a thought of Velka ever crossed him again. He could make the excuse that he was young then and too ambitious for his own good. He could say the war changed so much at once… No matter the reason. He forgot her. 

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Shelter from the Storm (Nanami/GN Reader)

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! I am so happy to share this Xreader with everyone. Just some holding and a kiss <3 Also, I am certain this is GN. Please be kind when letting me know otherwise.

This fic is a gift for @madameredart I hope you like it <3

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You didn’t get a lot of time to yourself. Your job sapped a lot of energy, so on the few days you weren’t working you were normally recharging at home. Though, rarely, you would have energy left over to go out and enjoy yourself. Finally, one of those days had come.

You were walking along the streets of Tokyo with a bag in hand and music playing in one ear. You had visited a couple stores by now and you were sure you had the energy for a couple more before you called it a day. Treating yourself always felt pretty nice, though you knew it’d be much more enjoyable if you had a friend or someone to enjoy it with. Maybe to hold you back from your impulse purchasing a little too. You chuckled softly to yourself.

Poking around the stores and looking at all the different merchandise was enjoyable. Though, you were simply window shopping at this point. You didn’t have much room left to carry anything, let alone afford some of these things. Luckily, window shopping was just as nice.

As the day moved on, you noticed the sky growing darker. It was a bright, clear day when you started. Now the sky was sad and gray with cotton clouds and the increasing smell of petrichor. You frowned and started your trek home, searching for the nearest station. You knew you should have headed back once the clouds gathered.

You didn’t make it to the station in time. The clouds broke and rain poured down on you. You yelped as the cold water soaked your skin, holding your bags overhead to shield yourself. The downpour momentarily blinded you, making it hard to see where you should go for some shelter. Your floundering didn’t go unnoticed. A firm hand took hold of your arm and pulled you along until you were finally free of the weather. You tightly wrapped your arms around yourself and shivered, blinking away the last of the rain in your eyes and looking around for whoever aided you.

Beside you stood a tall gentleman in a tan suit. Though it appeared more brown from all of the rain that seeped into it. There was something familiar about him. His stern face, his stoic demeanor. You couldn’t name it, though. And the longer you looked in order to figure it out, the more you realized how much his wet clothes attempted to cling to him.

He pushed his blond hair out of his face and met your lingering gaze. When he raised his brow you realized that you had been staring too long. Heat reached your cheeks and you averted your gaze, picking your ear bud out of your ear and snapping it back into its charging case

“Thanks.” You said, keeping your eyes away.

He didn’t respond. Seemingly waiting for something. But you simply wrapped your arms around yourself and watched the rain. It fell in a misty curtain. The thick clouds growing darker still. Then a roll of thunder rumbled through the sky.

“Eeesh…”

“The storm won’t let up for at least a few hours.” The man stated simply. You sagged your shoulders.

“That figures…”

That voice sparked some recognition in you, looking him over once more and tilting your head.

“…Is your name Kento by any chance? Kento Nanami?”

“It is,” he nodded, “I was beginning to believe you had forgotten me.” You shook your head with a nervous laugh. You had forgotten. But only momentarily.

You had actually thought of Nanami more than a few times over the separation. Not only him, but your other classmates as well. Gojo was a little easier to keep contact with, you just followed his Instagram and he was always updating it. Ieiri would call you on occasion to catch up. But Nanami was hard to contact. You assumed he didn’t want to be found.

Yet now he was standing beside you after whisking you out of the storm. Even outside of high school, he never stopped being somber and formal, it seemed. A smile pricked at the corners of your mouth. You always liked that about him. 

The two of you stood sheltered from the relentless rain and a mix of emotions filled you. It had been years since you last saw Nanami. You couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for letting so much time pass without reaching out. Once you got your job, time became a melting blur that was difficult to decipher.

“Sorry I never reached out. I tried to, but I didn’t want to pester you.” You scratched the back of your head. Nanami’s expression was unreadable and he waved your apology off with a nonchalant hand.

“No need for apologies.”

“Well, then, how have you been?” You asked as you drifted your sight over the area. You had been walking for so long today, a moment off of your feet would be great. But there was nowhere to sit and leaning on the wall would barely help the growing ache in your legs at this point.

“Busy. As usual. I was on my way to meet with someone.” He said. 

“Ah. I’ve been busy too. Finally had a day to myself,” you lifted your bags to show him, “too bad the rain is keeping you from work. I know you hate distractions and such.”

Nanami went quiet for a moment, looking down at you as you searched for someplace to sit and wrapped your arms around yourself to brace against the cold that seeped into your bones. You held yourself and shivered. Your clothes clung to your curves, your deliciously full figure catching his eye and making it hard to look away.

“Some distractions are fine.” Nanami’s expression softened towards you. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and you nervously giggled. The rain showed no sign of letting up anytime soon, but a short hop away was a nice, warm, cozy looking coffee shop. A bit full since every one was avoiding the weather, but hopefully better than staying outside.

You pointed to it and hiked one of your bags up on your shoulder.

“Hey, want to get a coffee and catch up? We can make a quick sprint over there.”

“They seem a bit crowded,” he hummed, “but that sounds like a good idea. Maybe we could stop at my place instead, dry off, etc.”

“Wh— uh… don’t you have someone you needed to meet with?” You asked, fixing your hair and feeling the terrible heat burning your face.

“He can wait. I’ve wanted to see you for years.”

You blinked in surprise at him, tightening your hold on yourself. His eyes flickered down at your shivering body, lingering a moment before returning to your gaze.

"We should get going. You're shaking."

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The rain pattered on the windows as you sat on Nanami's couch, a thick blanket wrapped around you and Nanami away in the kitchen preparing coffee. You were thankful for the respite from the weather and standing. You hadn't realized how much your legs ached until you finally got to give them a break. You breathed a sigh and nestled into the couch. It was so comfortable, you were so close to falling asleep.

"You can turn something on if you're bored." Nanami chimed, startling you. You lifted your head and wondered if you should before laying back down and humming lazily.

"It's alright. If we get too comfortable you'll probably get reprimanded later."

"Don't worry about that," he sat beside you and set the mugs of coffee on the coffee table, "It's past 5. It will wait." He leaned back. At some point he changed into dry clothes. Simple slacks and a casual long sleeved shirt. He definitely wasn't planning on heading out again. You wiggled yourself out of the blanket and grabbed your mug, blowing over the drink and dispersing the steam rising in your vision.

"You're pretty hard to find, you know. If we hadn't run into each other, we might never have seen each other again." You said, looking at your reflection in the dark liquid.

"We always had a friend connecting us. I assumed one of them would give you my number." He said, folding his arms. You slanted your mouth and looked aside. Hindsight and all that. You probably should have asked one of them. You felt silly about it now.

"At least fate let us meet up." You laughed faintly. You pulled the blanket tighter around you, shivering slightly. You were almost jealous that he could change into dry clothes. You hated the way the fabric stuck to your skin. And you were beginning to feel bad that you were getting one of his blankets wet. But he offered it to you, so it couldn't be unexpected.

"Are you still cold?" He asked, breaking you from your thoughts. He must have noticed the discomfort on your face.

"Kind of. I wish I had something to change into." You watched the steam finally peter out and enjoyed the mild, nutty taste of the brew.

"I don't have anything to lend you." He stated. You nodded. You were a bit thicker than he was, it would be hard to use any of his clothes. But he had thought of something else. Once you were done with your drink momentarily, setting it back on the table, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. You squeaked with surprise, hiding your face in the blanket as you were settled into his warm embrace.

It was a nice and firm hold. Ensuring you sat comfortably, leaning against his chest. You were stiff, nervous. But the radiating warmth made it hard to remain still.

"You can relax." He said. You could hear the faintest notes of amusement in his voice.

"You sure? I'm not... too heavy or something?"

"Of course not." He shook his head. You pursed your lips and reluctantly rested your head on his shoulder. You slowly let yourself relax, turning slightly into him, one hand resting on his chest and the other tugging on the blanket.

The room was quiet. Just both of your breathing and the patter of rain on the window. You kind of regretted not turning on the TV. Not that the quiet and the calm wasn't nice. It just made you feel awkward.

"You know... I've thought about you holding me a lot in school." You muttered.

"Is that so?"

"What? Is that weird to admit?"

"I've thought of holding you a few times too." He admitted, his voice soft and low. You smiled and rubbed your arm nervously. He brought a hand up to caress your cheek, his touch ghosting your skin.

"Really?"

"Mhm... I'm glad we ran into each other. I don't want to miss this chance." His voice was a sweet hum that graced your ears. You shivered a little and he tightened the embrace. Your eyes flickered from his gaze to his lips and back again. You could feel your body warming up greatly.

"T-this chance?" You asked softly. He gently took your chin, lifting your face. His eyes half lidded and glittering with want as he leaned in close to you.

"May I kiss you?" He whispered. You swallowed. You weren't expecting him to be so close. Nor were you expecting him to ask that. You took a deep breath, not realizing that you were forgetting to breathe.

"Y... Yes."

Nanami pulled you in, pressing his lips against yours. There was a spark that ran through you once your lips touched. The feeling made you flinch and grip his shirt. Nanami hugged you tightly against him, pulling away slowly before going in with more force and fervor. His hand on your cheek trailing down the side of your neck and resting on your nape. You took his shirt in each hand, gripping him like you might float away. It took you both some effort to pull apart again.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't hoping to kiss him one day. For it to be so soon surprised you.

"That was nice." You smiled, a little awkward.

"It was," he chuckled, holding you by your back and your thigh, "it'll be a while before the storm passes."

"Then it's a good thing we'll be staying warm together." You smiled, relaxing into his shoulder once more. This was the best day to have a storm. It interrupted your plans, but what it led to was so much better. Safe inside with Nanami, wrapped in his embrace.

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Friend, Please (Chapter 12)

Fandom: Kirby/Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Gen | Teen

Characters: Meta Knight, Dark Meta Knight, Velka | Arcta Knight (OC)

Summary: They should be used to desperate people making horrible decisions by now, but somehow it always goes too far before anyone does anything about it. A person fell prey to the empty promises of dark, powerful hearts to become Arcta Knight. As they make their mark on Dreamland, Meta Knight grows anxious about the encroaching danger and leaves suddenly to prepare for a duel like no other.

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Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Blood and Violence, Swordfighting, Original Villain Character, Gijinka Kirby Characters

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(Cover art done by Dean, edited together by me)

Goodbyes

Meta Knight stood on the bridge of the Lor, his thoughts a tangled storm. He gazed out the large window into the vast, empty darkness of space, the stars glittering and the colorful dust of the galaxy swirling slowly. The silence of space was both a comfort and a reminder of the isolation they faced.

He had done all he could for the Halberd's repairs. There was no news, little progress on King Dedede and Kirby’s injuries. All he could do now was stay vigilant and wait.

The quiet was broken by hurried footsteps. Magolor raced up to the stoic knight, his eyes wide with urgency. He didn’t have the breath to speak and he didn’t need to.

Meta heard him approach and turned sharply, his cape billowing with the movement. "The headquarters? You found it?"

“I finally locked onto their signal,” he gestured for Meta to follow him back to the massive computer. Once there, he quickly brought up images of distant space on the monitor. “We were looking for a planet, but that was the wrong approach. It’s a space station. And, well… you’re not gonna like it.”

“What do you mean?”

Magolor’s ears drooped slightly as the screen revealed the space station and its surroundings. “It’s… surrounded,” he muttered, “and heavily guarded inside and out.”

Meta stood tense and silent, glaring at the screen. Destroyas, powerful starships built for destruction, littered the display. At the center sat the fortress itself. Even with everyone at their best, this would be a suicide mission. He couldn’t drag anyone else into this. Not again.

“We still have the Galactic Nova,” Magolor suggested.

“We can’t waste any time. Collecting the stars… we lost that chance when the Halberd was attacked,” Meta Knight replied, his tone firm.

“Th-then we’ll call in more allies. We can get Daroach and Gooey and Taranza! O-or Susie or Adeline—!”

“We already tried that, Magolor. We contacted everyone we could. No one else answered,” Meta Knight said, the solemnity in his voice causing Magolor to wilt. He typed and searched for something more that could be done. The more he looked, the smaller he made himself, unable to offer more.

Meta placed a hand on Magolor’s shoulder and shook his head.

“We’ll take care of it. Trust me,” he said in a softer tone than before.

“This is impossible, Meta Knight!” Magolor cried, whipping around to face him. His face was red with frustration as he grabbed Meta’s cape and pulled him down to his level. “I can trust you with every fiber of my being, but I can’t believe this will work! Two people can’t take down an entire fortress on their own.”

“Then collect the stars,” Meta said firmly. “We will keep their attention for as long as we live. And once we’re gone, you summon the Nova to wish for NME’s demise.”

“Don’t say that,” he hissed.

“You’d prefer we give up here?”

“We’re all escaping, right? Just come with us. Cappy Town can all make a new home in my dimension! Surely we can find some… parallel Popstar or something?”

Meta Knight’s eyes softened behind his mask. “It’s not that simple, Magolor. My world, my people… they need a fighting chance. And sometimes, sacrifices must be made.”

Magolor’s grip on Meta’s cape tightened. “Don’t you dare martyr yourself. Was this your plan the whole time? To just drag Dark out there with you to die?” Magolor’s frustration came to a head, his fists clenching on the cape until his gloves started to creak and shake. His ears were pinned back as flat as possible.

“Why would you tow us along if you were planning to kill yourself like this?!”

“This was not a light decision,” Meta gently pried Magolor’s fingers from his cape. “Last they saw, Kirby was defeated. If we go in alone, they will have no reason to hunt for you all. I know what I’m doing… I chose this path, my friend. And I will see it through to the end.”

A heavy silence fell between them, the gravity of the situation settling in. There was no talking him out of it, Magolor knew it was the best chance for Dreamland to be spared entirely with Meta Knight’s plan. There was no other way.

Magolor’s voice trembled as he spoke again. “Just… promise to try to live. They need you.”

Meta Knight nodded, a small but determined smile forming. “I promise.”

He turned and left, his cape fluttering behind him as he walked down the hall. It was time to separate from the pack. Meta’s hope of giving Kirby some parting words was slowly diminishing. This would be his last visit. Whether Kirby was awake or not, he’d have to bid him goodbye.

His walk to the infirmary was slower than ever before, lingering in the halls to postpone the inevitable farewell.

There was a small hum of conversation as he approached. Dark wasn’t one to make small talk, but Dedede was more than happy to listen to himself talk. After so long alone together Meta was honestly surprised they didn’t go at each other’s throats already. This hum was something else. Soft and patient chatter that was too low for him to make out until he reached the door.

Meta’s heart leaped in his chest at the sight. Dedede sat on the infirmary table, in his lap was the bright and wide eyed star child.

Kirby looked over at him and smiled brightly.

Meta had to fight the tears threatening to blind him, which left him unable to combat the burst of energy that made him scoop up Kirby and hug him close.

“You’re awake!” he cried, forcing himself to keep the hug loose so he didn’t hurt him.

“Meta Knight!” Kirby exclaimed in return, his small arms wrapping tightly around Meta’s neck.

Meta pulled back slightly to look at Kirby’s face, relief washing over him. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you awake again. I was so worried.”

Dark had resumed his demeanor, standing at the far wall with his arms folded as he leaned on the wall. He could pretend he wasn’t just as worried, but Meta and Dedede would know the truth and keep his secret. This time at least.

“He woke up a couple hours ago. We still gotta heal so we’re stickin’ around,” Dedede said as he stood and lightly stretched.

“I visited just in time then. This is actually…” Meta paused and cleared his throat. “Dark, meet me in the hall.”

Dark raised his head. He cocked a brow but said nothing, cape following him as he stepped outside.

“How are you feeling?” Meta asked.

“I’m fine! That monster was really strong,” Kirby said. He was as bubbly as ever. There wasn’t a hint of sadness dulling his bright eyes. Though he winced often at the many injuries scattered on him. “We hafta go get it!”

“Dedede dealt with it already. Don’t you worry,” Meta shook his head. Dedede chuckled and pumped a fist.

“It was no sweat,” he grinned. Kirby laughed and Meta looked aside. Fibbing aside, he was glad to see Dedede feeling better as well.

“Now you just have to get better, okay?” Meta returned his attention to his task at hand.

“But I’m fine,” Kirby pouted.

Meta Knight shook his head and set Kirby on the infirmary bed, earning a slighted look from Dedede. “You’re hurt. You need to rest.”

“But I can help!”

“No, I— It’s alright. Dark and I will take care of everything, okay?” Meta said, his voice softening.

Kirby’s pout deepened, but he nodded reluctantly. “Okay...”

Meta Knight took a deep breath, knowing this was his moment. He placed a hand on Kirby’s shoulder, his expression serious but tender. “Kirby, I need you to listen to me. You’ve always been the bravest, most capable little warrior I’ve known. But right now, the best way you can help is by getting better.”

Kirby’s brows furrowed and he folded his legs. “… really? But… what about NME?”

Meta struggled to keep his voice steady. “There are some battles that I must face without you. I need you to stay here, safe, and recover. Promise me you’ll do that.”

He searched Meta’s expressionless helmet. The eyes beyond were beginning to quiver. A small part of Kirby understood that this was important, but he couldn’t yet tell why. He nodded. “I promise.”

Meta Knight smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. King Dedede grimaced and stepped beside the bed. He searched the Knight for a moment before scratching at his neck.

“Am I hearin’ what I think I’m hearin’?” he asked in a somber voice. Meta night nodded slowly. Dedede nodded as well, gaze falling to the floor as he tightened his arms around his chest. The hold wasn’t enough to calm his fraying nerves.

All he had to say was a simple, “I see…”

“Remember, no matter what happens, you’re never alone. You have your friends and allies with you.”

With one last lingering glance, Meta Knight turned and walked towards the door, his heart heavy but resolute. As he reached the doorway, he paused and tensed his shoulders. “Goodbye, you two. Stay strong.”

Kirby watched as Meta left, a mix of emotions swirling within him. As the door closed, he muttered, “Bye...”

Dedede watched him go, breathing a soft, “be safe.”

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Friend, Please (Chapter 14)

Fandom: Kirby/Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Gen | Teen

Characters: Meta Knight, Dark Meta Knight, Velka | Arcta Knight (OC)

Summary: They should be used to desperate people making horrible decisions by now, but somehow it always goes too far before anyone does anything about it. A person fell prey to the empty promises of dark, powerful hearts to become Arcta Knight. As they make their mark on Dreamland, Meta Knight grows anxious about the encroaching danger and leaves suddenly to prepare for a duel like no other.

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Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Blood and Violence, Swordfighting, Original Villain Character, Gijinka Kirby Characters

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(Cover art done by Dean, edited together by me)

Standing in the Way

The space around NME’s headquarters was just as crowded and dangerous as Lor’s screen had shown. Destroyas filled the void, blocking out any stars and casting the area into an oppressive darkness. The Halberd sputtered, its engines struggling before finally dying, leaving the ship to drift the last hundred meters toward the starship.

As it approached, the tension aboard was palpable. The pair knew well the danger they were getting themselves into and they stood tall in the face of it. The Destroyas loomed closer, their menacing silhouettes an encroaching and impending danger.

The second the Halberd ventured too close, the Destroyas took aim. Several sights centered on the Halberd’s ragged frame. In a coordinated attack, they unleashed their fury. Beams of energy and missiles converged on the Halberd, engulfing it in a blinding explosion.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The ship was torn apart, the soundless vacuum of space amplifying the sheer devastation. The Halberd's once proud structure was obliterated, transformed into a cloud of smoldering debris. Shards of metal and tangled wires spun outwards, remnants of the vessel scattering into the void.

The Destroyas scoured the wreckage, their sensors sweeping for any sign of the Knights. The distraction granted Meta and Dark precious seconds to zip between cover, inching their way toward the primary ship. As individuals, they were far too small to be detected—an advantage that required flawless coordination and timing.

Something a duo of Knights could do.

Meta and Dark flew through the void of space on their own wings, hiding beneath the ships or wherever they could reach, searching the tall, sheer walls of the starship for an opening. They didn’t have a lot of time to go searching, whatever they found would have to do.

An engineer hatch hung open, conveniently unattended, the lights dim inside. Meta signaled to Dark and dove for it, the shadow following suit. Whether it was a stroke of luck or a deliberate trap was irrelevant—they were inside the ship.

The hatch shut shortly after, a timed mechanism. Meta grimaced and pulled his wings close, retracting them into his dimensional cape as he landed heavily on the metallic floor. Dark nearly blew past him, rolling to a stop and slinking back into the shadows.

“What is it?” Dark asked.

“Ahead,” Meta nodded towards the dark clearing at the end of the dimly lit hall. It was ominous, foreboding, and undoubtedly purposeful. “An ambush, surely.”

Dark studied the area and frowned. It was an obvious setup. Their adversaries must have thought little of the two Knights to prepare such a blatant trap. But there was no alternative route—the hall was narrow, and the hatch was sealed.

“We’ve got no other choice. We’re in their territory now. We’ll just have to work harder to get to the end,” Dark said with a heavy sigh.

Meta and Dark steeled their nerves and stepped towards the end of the hall, resolute as they continued forward to the center of the arena. Their heads held high, their hands on their swords, marching in tandem to the center.

Lights flared to life, momentarily blinding them. Tall windows surrounded the room gazing out into the vast space and its glittering, distant lights. Not a Destroya in sight. Scattered in their search possibly. There was no way for the Knights to know. Their eyes took time to adjust.

A single adversary stood at the other end: Arcta Knight.

She looked over the pair, her gaze fixed on Dark with an unsatisfied grumble. Her stare was unnervingly steady, piercing through him.

Dark unsheathed his blade and glared back, standing beside the motionless Meta Knight, a fire burning behind his eyes.

“I have a friend for you, so you won’t distract us,” Arcta said, her gaze still on Dark. She flicked her wrist, signaling the door behind her to open. Silence hung in the air for a moment before distorted, deep laughter echoed from the area. A long tongue lashed out at Dark.

Dark slashed at it, deflecting the attack as the creature cried out. The force of the blow sent a shudder through the narrow hall, the creature recoiling momentarily before preparing to strike again.

Meta stiffened, recognizing the sound. His eyes widened with urgency. “Don’t kill it, Dark. That’s one of our own!”

Dark hesitated, his grip tightening on his blade as he took a step back, assessing the situation. “What? But it’s hostile!” He glanced at Meta, confusion and frustration mingling in his expression.

The creature lunged again, its long tongue whipping towards Dark with fierce speed. Dark dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the strike, his blade ready to counter.

Meta’s voice was urgent, filled with a mix of command and desperation. “If you can, save him. Break th—!”

Before Meta could finish, the creature’s muscle wrapped around Dark, constricting him with a sudden, powerful yank. Dark struggled, his blade slashing at the coils, but the force was too strong. He was pulled into the other room, the door sealing shut just as he was taken away.

Meta clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. She was so adamant to face him alone. Fine. One on one was his preferred method of battle anyway. His eyes locked onto Arcta Knight, the memories of their past encounters, the wound sutured but stinging in his side fueling his resolve.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself as the weight of the confrontation settled in. Every fiber of his being was focused on this moment, on the opponent who had evaded him for so long. The air between them crackled with tension, the silence only broken by the distant echoes of the other battle in the ship.

Meta stepped forward, his voice unwavering. “I won’t let you escape me again, Arcta Knight.” With a swift, practiced motion, he drew Galaxia from his hip, the blade gleaming with a deadly promise. The sword felt reassuring in his hand, a familiar extension of his will.

“There’s nowhere to go now,” Arcta said, her tone solemn. She looked out the tall windows, the galaxies beyond their reach. For a moment, the cold, vast expanse of space seemed to reflect the emptiness inside her. She closed her eyes and took a breath, unsheathing her sword.

Meta tightened his grip on Galaxia, watching her closely. “No more tricks, no more running. This ends here.”

Arcta nodded, her voice low and resolute. “It will.”

Meta braced Galaxia in both hands, his eyes narrowed. There was a second of hesitation in Arcta before she snapped into action, lunging at him with a ferocity that caught him off guard. Her attacks were precise and vicious, each stab aimed at his vitals, each slash targeting his limbs. It was clear she wanted to ensure her attacks were lethal this time.

Meta deflected her blade, stepping back from each advancing move until he reached the edge of the arena. Their swords met, grinding against each other with a screeching of metal and a shower of sparks as they struggled to hold their ground.

Arcta’s movements were different, more intense, and her eyes seemed to burn with an unnatural fire. There was something almost otherworldly about her determination, as if driven by a force beyond her own will. Meta noticed this change, feeling a chill run down his spine. This wasn’t the Arcta he battled before. Her power, her speed, her resolve were all far stronger than their last encounter. It was an intensity that felt influenced.

He pushed her back with a powerful shove, his wings separating from his dimensional cape and lifting him into the air. Arcta followed suit, her own wings bursting forth in a flurry of feathers as she cast her cape aside. She launched after him, their swords clashing with loud metallic clangs, each strike echoing through the vast chamber.

They danced through the air in a deadly dance, each maneuver more desperate and forceful than the last. Meta’s eyes flickered with determination as he parried another fierce strike from Arcta. Her eyes showed an intensity that bordered on madness. The cold, calculating warrior he had encountered seemed overshadowed by something darker and more relentless.

Meta grunted, blocking another of her powerful blows. “What happened to you?”

Arcta’s eyes flashed with something unrecognizable, a mix of rage and sorrow. “You don’t understand, Meta. This is my fate.” She struck again, faster and harder, pushing him to his limits.

Meta gritted his teeth, feeling the strain in his arms as he countered her assault. He had to find a way to break through to her, to understand what had twisted her into this relentless force. But for now, survival was paramount.

He’d curse his need to understand, but he couldn’t handle another curse on his shoulders. Not until he had dealt with the first of her unknown identity.

With a sudden burst of speed, he darted to the side, narrowly avoiding a lethal thrust and retaliating with a sweeping slash. Their blades met again, sparks flying as they locked eyes, each determined to see their mission through to the end. The air around them crackled with tension.

Arcta pulled back to strike again and Meta used the motion as an opportunity to quickly slash at her mask. The mask cracked and the slash sent it flying until it landed heavily on the floor in two pieces. She cried out, holding her face and backing away.

“Show me who you are!” Meta barked.

Arcta looked at him through her fingers, she tensed and her hands flexed as she seemingly fought some need to come at him tooth and nail. The struggle resonated through her arms, making the hand gripping her sword tremble until she stopped hiding her face to steady it.

She had deep indigo eyes.

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Friend, Please (Chapter 13)

Fandom: Kirby/Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Gen | Teen

Characters: Meta Knight, Dark Meta Knight, Velka | Arcta Knight (OC)

Summary: They should be used to desperate people making horrible decisions by now, but somehow it always goes too far before anyone does anything about it. A person fell prey to the empty promises of dark, powerful hearts to become Arcta Knight. As they make their mark on Dreamland, Meta Knight grows anxious about the encroaching danger and leaves suddenly to prepare for a duel like no other.

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Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Blood and Violence, Swordfighting, Original Villain Character, Gijinka Kirby Characters

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(Cover art done by Dean, edited together by me)

Escape and Sacrifice

The hall felt emptier with the farewell given. A hollowness opened in his chest, one he couldn’t afford to dwell on—not yet. His shoulders slumped as he closed the door behind him, leaving Kirby and Dedede in the infirmary. A heavy sigh escaped him.

Dark leaned against the wall by the door, his cape pulled close around him. He gazed at the ceiling, avoiding direct eye contact with Meta.

“So, it’s happening, hm?” Dark asked, his tone indifferent.

“Yes. The time has arrived…” Meta replied solemnly. The Knights marched to the Halberd in silence, each step bringing them closer to certain doom. They knew the risks, yet they were determined to face them head-on.

They approached the helm, Magolor and Marx awaiting them to see them off. Magolor’s ears and shoulders drooped, his eyes silently pleading for them to reconsider. The decision was not made lightly and wouldn’t be wavered so easily.

“I sent the directions to Halberd’s computer,” Magolor said in a weak voice.

“Thank you. You’ve been a great help,” Meta said. He couldn’t blame Magolor for taking the parting hard. If Captain Vul were there, he’d ask Magolor to join them on their mission. More warriors would make their chances somewhat better. But no one else is able to fly the Starcutter.

Marx balanced on his colorful ball, seemingly unaware of the gravity hanging over the rest of the trio. That was fine. As long as he remained to help protect the Cappies, Meta didn’t ask anything more from him.

“Once we leave…” Magolor started, unable to finish his thought. Meta simply nodded, clapped his shoulder, and turned to leave. Dark gave them similar and followed behind him.

The doors sealed with a final, resonant thud, severing their connection. The faint hum of machinery indicated the ships were beginning to disengage. Metal groaned and shuddered as the vessels drifted apart, their once intertwined fates now diverging.

Meta watched from the observation deck, his eyes fixed on the Lor. A sense of profound finality washed over him. The oared starship hovered momentarily, its engines flaring to life. The shimmering portal of a star-shaped rift opened, its edges crackling with energy.

For a brief moment, the Lor hesitated at the threshold of the rift, as if saying its own silent goodbye. Meta's heart ached at the gesture. The unspoken words shared between them then and now were enough to break him, a shudder of sorrow rippling through him. He balled his fists to keep himself sturdy.

With a sudden burst of light, the Lor sailed into the rift, its form dissolving into a trail of luminescent particles. The portal closed behind it, leaving nothing but empty space in its wake. It vanished without a trace, taking with it the hopes and dreams of those aboard.

Meta stood there, the silence of the void pressing in on him. The enormity of their mission and the sacrifices yet to come loomed large in his mind. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the battles ahead.

Turning away from the windows, he walked towards the command center of the Halberd. It was just the two of them now. NME far outnumbered them. Their chances were solidified and there was no turning back. The Halberd shakily came to life and started for the journey ahead.

The closer they got, the tighter the knot wound in his stomach. Everything unanswered, all the people lost, he would regret everything he should have done better. He wasn’t as diligent as he should have been. If he had been smarter, faster, maybe his crew would have survived. Maybe the Cappies would never have needed to evacuate.

He didn’t do anything right…

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The trek was slow. The Halberd could only do so much in her condition, yet she carted them along diligently. Meta Knight brushed a hand over the top of her control panel. If she could hold out until they got closer to NME’s ship, they could manage the rest on their own.

It was a Knight’s duty to protect their kingdom through any means necessary… this sacrifice would not be in vain.

“We’re going to encounter Arcta Knight again,” Dark broke the silence, arms crossed over his chest. The name made Meta’s jaw tighten.

Meta took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing. “And this will be the last time. We are going to defeat her, I swear it,” he said, nodding sharply.

Dark agreed with a determined snort, his eyes reflecting the same resolve. “We’ve learned from our past encounters. This time, we’ll be ready.”

Meta’s gaze drifted to the star-filled void outside the viewport. Memories of his previous battles with Arcta Knight flashed through his mind. She had always been a formidable opponent, her icy demeanor and relentless attacks leaving a trail of devastation. He had long accepted that he’d never get his answers. He didn’t care about them now.

As long as she was dead, that was all he needed.

“We can’t afford any mistakes,” Meta continued, his voice steeled. “Every move must be precise. We’ve lost too much already.”

Dark uncrossed his arms and stepped closer, his voice low but firm. “Our strategy is sound. We’re prepared. We’ll strike her down and put an end to her destruction.”

Meta nodded, appreciating Dark’s unwavering confidence. “And once we’re through with her… we move on to Nightmare.”

His thoughts were heavy. Arcta Knight was more than just an enemy; she was a symbol of their greatest failures and their deepest fears. But this time, it would be different. This time, they would triumph. They had to. She wouldn’t have the chance to flee. If she struck him, she had better kill him. No more questions. No more wounds left behind.

His eyes flickered, tearing away from the stars and void, turning to his companion. “This day could be our last, Dark.”

“I know.”

Meta hesitated, searching for the right words. “Arcta isn’t your enemy. You don’t have to--”

“What? Trying to kick me out now? After all of this you think I’d run away now?” Dark’s expression hardened, his eyes meeting Meta’s with unwavering resolve. “If you die, there’s no point, right? I can’t get revenge on a corpse.”

Meta felt a mix of gratitude and concern. “I understand, but this battle is personal for me. You have no obligation to risk your life.”

Dark stepped closer, placing a firm hand on Meta’s shoulder. “We’re in this together. I’ve made my choice. We finish this fight side by side.”

Meta nodded, a sense of camaraderie and determination strengthening his resolve. “Then I’ll make sure we both come out of this alive.”

Dark smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. “Agreed. We’ll show Arcta the strength of a true Knight.”

The tension of the upcoming battle hung in the air, but the bond between Meta and Dark was unbreakable. As they prepared for the final confrontation, they knew that together, they could overcome any obstacle.

With a final look at the stars, Meta took a deep breath and hit the Halberd’s accelerator. The sooner they arrived, the sooner they could get the battle won.

They will win. They must.

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Friend, Please (Chapter 6)

Fandom: Kirby/Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Gen | Teen

Characters: Meta Knight, Dark Meta Knight, Velka | Arcta Knight (OC)

Summary: They should be used to desperate people making horrible decisions by now, but somehow it always goes too far before anyone does anything about it. A person fell prey to the empty promises of dark, powerful hearts to become Arcta Knight. As they make their mark on Dreamland, Meta Knight grows anxious about the encroaching danger and leaves suddenly to prepare for a duel like no other.

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Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Blood and Violence, Swordfighting, Original Villain Character, Gijinka Kirby Characters

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(Cover art done by Dean, edited together by me)

False Knight

Correspondence from the remaining former opponents came quickly after Dark’s video call. They would be arriving soon. Meta Knight was thankful they were so willing to meet with him, even if they wouldn’t be joining him on the journey itself. He had his reservations about Dark’s cooperation, but the danger that rogue posed was too great to let it worry him for too long.

His encounter with Arcta Knight played in his head again. Every moment of silence was plagued with her cutting tone and the smell of blood. Meta Knight tried to shake it off, but it wasn’t easy. There was too much he didn’t know and it stuck to him.

Who was she? And who did she work for? Getting rid of her was first in his mind, but the anxious pricking behind his temple couldn’t drop the concern of her employer. He wasn’t sure what was the higher priority. Surely something he could sort out once Magolor arrived. And, though he didn’t have much trust in Marx, he at least knew where they could find the Galactic Nova for another Knight to assist them.

He would have to await the Lor Starcutter before he could do anything off planet, assuming Arcta Knight wasn’t simply hiding out on Popstar. In the meantime, Meta would travel to the sky to free Dark from the Dimensional Mirror. It still rested in that odd, dreamlike place high above Dreamland. Left as an abandoned prison for the warrior that dared to challenge him in the name of a master long since defeated.

Meta Knight returned to the balcony, casting one last glance at the land ahead before turning his gaze to the pinkish cotton in the sky. His cape was, once more, replaced by his wings The wings of a Knight were powerful and agile. Capable in battle for both offense and defense.

He took off into the sky, barreling towards the Central Circle where the Dimensional Mirror stood. He flew fast, his wings tearing through the wind as he climbed high through the clouds. Finally, he burst through the ground and rose above the grand mirror, dropping down onto the platform before it.

Abandoned. Covered in the dust and damage of their scuffle from long ago with no one bothering to care for it. The Dimensional Mirror’s surface was empty despite the figure standing before it. Meta froze. How did she get here without his knowledge? So close to the castle and completely under his radar.

Arcta tilted her head at the empty glass. Without a word, she reached out to it and lightly touched her gloved fingertips to the surface. The glass shimmered, gradually reflecting her, Meta, and the heavenly surroundings.

“Strange… I don’t recognize you.” Arcta muttered. Meta Knight grimaced, his expression hidden to her. The lights behind her mask shifted, catching him in the mirror. Though his reflection was uncanny. De-saturated. She squinted at it, curious.

“Nor you.”

“How did you know about this place?” Meta narrowed his eyes. The mirror was merely a fable to the people of Popstar. Though those in Dreamland knew of it and the miracles it once could accomplish, surely someone outside wouldn’t know it’s existence. A part of Meta refused to believe a monster could come from his planet.

“It’s odd. Though I know it’s me, it’s hard to believe it.” She said, choosing to ignore his question. He studied her, carefully stepping forward. His wings remained exposed, folded behind him.

“Becoming a Knight is like warping a reflection… surely it’s you, but there’s something small. Something wrong. Do you ever notice it? How you’ve changed to be some… noble hero,” Arcta tilted her head ever so slightly, “do you ever recall the past you left behind? When we weren’t Knights?”

“You’re no Knight.”

A tense silence fell over them. Arcta’s hand never left the glass. She never turned to him. Meta kept his sword sheathed. It seemed she knew he’d never cut someone down while their back was turned.

A sharp crack broke the silence. Smaller, grittier clicks following close on the sound’s heels. A break split up the middle of the Dimensional Mirror from where Arcta’s hand pressed on the glass. She subtly increased the force in her touch making more gritty clicks, more cracks in the surface. The reflection of Meta Knight split between each of the, now separated, mirrors. But one of them was that off, uncanny ghost she kept her eyes on. He seemed panicked, but no voice escaped the glass.

Meta swiftly drew Galaxia and leaped over her to put himself between her and the mirror. Arcta simply stepped back from it, drawing her own blade in return.

“I’m not letting you escape this time.” Meta said. He slashed at her, catching her blade and putting all the force he could muster behind his push. Arcta’s arm shook, struggling to handle his attempt to subdue her.

He beat his wings, adding to his push. She never opened hers. That only solidified Meta’s assertion. A true Knight would have wings bestowed upon them once they finished their training and achieved the coveted title.

As if to show his own pair off, he beat them harder, casting wisps of clouds to whip up around them. Meta grit his teeth.

“Do you ever think about the past?” Arcta grunted, using both hands to face his force.

“Shut up!”

Arcta’s eyes glinted and she growled. The violet lights appeared to burn as her arms steadied. From her fur-lined cape spread a set of white, feathered wings. The force of their appearance knocked Meta off balance and she shoved him back.

Meta was stunned, blinking in incredulity at the feathers that floated down around them.

“Wh—“

“You seem surprised,” Arcta’s voice darkened, her wings shuddering as she rolled her shoulders. She unclasped her cape, tossing it aside and out of the way. Meta found that unusual. Wings, but they’re not related to her cape.

“Illegitimate. Just like your title.” Meta said, steadying himself.

“That’s all you care about.” She huffed. The frustration in her voice traveled down her arm and to her sword, gripped tight and sturdy. She launched at him, her wings pulled close to her body. He braced for her attack. Her wings snapped open and she leaped over him, aiming for the cracked glass.

Meta darted into the way. Their slashes glanced off of each other’s blades and sent sparks flying. Arcta flew up again to bring her weight crashing down on him. He followed her into the air, climbing high above the land of clouds.

Their wings beat in unison as they climbed. Arcta attempted to deter him with infrequent arctic attacks. Blocks and daggers of ice sent hurtling down at him as he followed her. He was agile, weaving and dodging the magic projectiles without breaking a sweat. She grimaced, bringing down her sword once he finally reached her.

Their swords met with every strike. No matter where Meta aimed, she was there to deflect him and for her the same. She was formidable. At any distance he attempted to put between them, she would send sharpened spears of ice after him and the mirror. Protecting both himself and the fragile glass was difficult.

Luckily, Meta had some magic of his own.

He sliced at her, keeping close to discourage her magic. She was quick to catch his blade. Closing his wings around himself, he vanished from her sight. Arcta blinked and searched for him with her wing beats becoming more frantic.

Meta appeared behind her, slamming the hilt of Galaxia into her and sending her careening for the ground below. She snapped her wings open, catching herself before she could crash and landing with some difficulty.

“Damn you.” She growled through grit teeth.

Meta glared at her from his position far above. The sun at his back blinded Arcta, forcing her to squint against the assault on her sense. She would have this ability herself, if she were worthy.

She straightened, her wings opening wide. Arcta raised her hand overhead, holding a palm out to Meta. The air chilled instantly, his breath coming out in white fog. His eyes widened and he turned just in time, breaking one large shard of ice before it could reach him. Two more formed from the freezing air and hurtled straight for him.

The ice exacerbated the light. She couldn’t aim as well as she had hoped. But the projectiles were large enough that they should manage fine a little off target. Close enough that his warp trick would take too long. While he was distracted with those, she approached the mirror.

The ice shattered high above, crashing into each other and scattering debris across the ground. Arcta Knight took her blade in both hands and drove her blade into the glass.

As the tip of the sword approached the cracked glass, the space warped in between her and the mirror. Meta materialized in the path of her strike, grabbing the base of the metal with his gauntlet, stopping the sword from progressing further.

The remaining length of her weapon found itself nestled into his torso where the armor was regretfully absent. A slight darkening in the cloth gave way to a welling of red blood that spilled over the sharpened edge.

Arcta paused.

They stood silently for a moment before she retrieved her sword and stepped away from him, staring at it. Her gaze flickered from the stain on her weapon to the wound in his body. There was a tremble in her wings as she retreated from him, gathering up her cape and stepping off of the clouds, vanishing beneath the heavenly ground.

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OC Creator Bingo - Idiots in Love

Next up on the OCX Bingo is "Idiots in Love"! This time, I'm gonna use this one to introduce BG3 Saph to my AO3 account. And I get to do some stuff with Gale <3

We only have 1 left! I hope I can get into the smut mood for the last one!

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Grace in Battle

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

OC Involved: Saphira Nightingale (BG3 Era)

Het, General Audiences, ~2.7k words

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Last Line Tag

Thanks for the tag @mikaharuka! I am working on my Kirby fanfic right now and I like how this part turned out so I'll share it.

“Strange… I don’t recognize you.” Arcta muttered. Meta Knight grimaced, his expression hidden to her. The lights behind her mask shifted, catching him in the mirror. Though his reflection was uncanny. De-saturated. She squinted at it, curious. “Nor you.” “How did you know about this place?” Meta narrowed his eyes. The mirror was merely a fable to the people of Popstar. Though those in Dreamland knew of it and the miracles it once could accomplish, surely someone outside wouldn’t know it’s existence. A part of Meta refused to believe a monster could come from his planet. “It’s odd. Though I know it’s me, it’s hard to believe it.” She said, choosing to ignore his question. He studied her, carefully stepping forward. His wings remained exposed, folded behind him. “Becoming a Knight is like warping a reflection… surely it’s you, but there’s something small. Something wrong. Do you ever notice it? How you’ve changed to be some… noble hero,” Arcta tilted her head ever so slightly, “do you ever recall the past you left behind? When we weren’t Knights?” “You’re no Knight.”

You tagged everyone I know but ey, I'll tag them again, lmao. No worries if you can't/don't wanna play.

@mrsmungus @axolotlsupremacyowo @tsunderesalty @sliebman10 @bees-and-sunshine @0nelittlebirdtoldme @oceangirl24 @danceswithdarkspawn

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Friend, Please (Chapter 11)

Fandom: Kirby/Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Gen | Teen

Characters: Meta Knight, Dark Meta Knight, Velka | Arcta Knight (OC)

Summary: They should be used to desperate people making horrible decisions by now, but somehow it always goes too far before anyone does anything about it. A person fell prey to the empty promises of dark, powerful hearts to become Arcta Knight. As they make their mark on Dreamland, Meta Knight grows anxious about the encroaching danger and leaves suddenly to prepare for a duel like no other.

AO3 | SqWA | Quotev

Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Blood and Violence, Swordfighting, Original Villain Character, Gijinka Kirby Characters

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(Cover art done by Dean, edited together by me)

Two Sides to Everyone

The Lor felt a little more alive with the survivors safely aboard. While Marx investigated the Halberd for any remaining monsters, Meta and Magolor tended to those in need of patching up. The civilians were more rattled than anything, but unfortunately, WolfWrath had finished what it started with the others.

Meta Knight supported King Dedede all the way to the infirmary. Dark met him halfway through the Halberd and took Kirby, following behind. The king’s rotund physique was difficult to keep upright, and his height made it even more challenging for the smaller Meta. But he did what he could, standing by while Dedede collapsed onto the infirmary table.

“How did those things get onto the Halberd?” Dark asked, leaning against the wall with Kirby still in his arms.

“They… I don’t know. They just showed up,” Dedede groaned, coughing and clutching his head.

"The castle had a teleporter for NME deliveries," Meta said, grimacing. "I can only assume they hacked into one of my systems and sent them aboard." He grabbed various bandages from around the infirmary, setting them out on the counter. Peeling the bloodied robe off the king, he began to wrap Dedede's wounds.

"They can't be that savvy. Escargoon and I hacked into their satellite pretty easily," Dedede said, shaking his head and pulling his hat down over his eyes. "Is that goon here?”

Meta and Dark thought for a moment before shaking their heads. "No… we haven't seen him."

Dedede remained silent. Without a body, they didn't want to assume he had passed, but there was little hope for any other outcome.

They were quiet as Meta cleaned and bandaged Dedede. His hands were practiced and diligent. No one wanted to push the topic further, the air tense with unspoken questions. Meta had a lingering accusation on his tongue but bit back as hard as he could.

Dark lacked the patience or tact to remain silent for long. "That thing—"

"Kirisakin," Meta corrected.

"Whatever. Did it take out Kirby?" Dark asked, his voice edged with anger.

Dedede gave an annoyed sigh and dropped his hand from his face. "I know what you're insinuating. I have my gripes with the kid, but I wouldn't turn on him now. Kirisakin went after him something fierce when he came back around," Dedede explained.

Meta glanced over at Kirby, unconscious in Dark's arms, before turning his attention back to Dedede. "What happened in there?"

Dedede groaned, shifting uncomfortably on the infirmary table. "It was chaos. The second those things showed up, they split us up. WolfWrath chased the survivors through the ship while Kirisakin locked onto me in the helm. It was relentless, like it had a personal vendetta." Dedede forced himself to sit upright and winced. Meta let him settle before continuing to dress his wounds. “Kirby followed after WolfWrath to save everyone and left me to deal with the big guy on my own. I could’ve handled myself if I were prepared!”

Dark tightened his grip on Kirby, his expression hardening. "So you couldn't stop it?"

"I tried," Dedede snapped, frustration evident in his voice. "I fought it off as best I could, but it was like nothing I'd ever faced. It had this unnatural speed and strength. I was nearly wiped out by the time Kirby came back. I thought he dealt with the thing, but maybe he lost it or something, I don’t know.”

“Well… maybe the crew urged him to help you. It looked like WolfWrath had its hands full with them,” Meta offered.

Dedede shrugged, unable to think of any other explanation. Not that it mattered at this point. "Kirby did most of the heavy lifting, but even he struggled. Eventually, it got the better of him. After Kirby went down, it came back to me. But by then, the damage was done. Then, well, ol’ Meta Knight got there by the time I finally beat it down."

The room fell silent, the weight of Dedede's words settling over them. Meta finished wrapping Dedede's wounds and moved on to Kirby, examining him while Dark supported his small, limp frame.

Kirby’s body bore the marks of a fierce battle. Deep gashes crisscrossed his flesh, marred with dark, dried blood. The edges of the cuts were jagged, evidence of Kirisakin's brutal claws. Bruises in varying shades of purple and blue covered his sides, and a particularly nasty burn scorched his left arm, the skin around it blistered and raw. That was a parting shot from WolfWrath he was certain.

Meta's eyes scanned the injuries, noting the shallow rise and fall of Kirby's chest. He was breathing, but each breath seemed labored, a faint wheeze escaping his lips. A trickle of blood seeped from a cut above his eye, matting the bubblegum pink hair that fell into his face. The sight was almost too much to bear.

Dark adjusted his hold, careful not to aggravate the wounds further. "He's tougher than he looks," he muttered, though his eyes betrayed his concern. Meta nodded, his face grim as he prepared to tend to Kirby's injuries, the weight of their situation pressing down on him.

"We have a minor change of plans," Meta said firmly. "No training, no Kirby or Dedede. Everyone is heading to the other dimension on the Lor. Immediately."

Dark nodded. He wanted to question how they were supposed to get to NME now, but he trusted Meta's foresight. A more contemplative silence fell on them, Dedede falling asleep from the fatigue of his battle. Dark and Meta had nothing more to discuss. It took a trial and a half to get on the same page, but a semblance of trust was built between them.

Once they patched Kirby up, Dark carried him to the room where the rest of Cappy Town was lodging. Meta Knight left the king to his nap and headed to meet Magolor.

As Meta entered the room, he saw Magolor looking up at the screen. He stepped beside him, following his gaze to the monitor.

"Man, I wasn't expecting it to be so bad… that Knight of yours is no joke," Magolor remarked.

"Mhm…" Meta hummed absently, his eyes fixed on the stars flickering on the monitor. He tried to ignore the Halberd's smoke and disrepair, but the sight eventually seeped back into his awareness. The pain of mourning lingered in his chest, intensifying as he thought of everyone they had lost.

“So… Kirby’s down, huh?” Magolor asked, his voice tinged with concern.

“Yes. He’s not gone yet, but he’ll be incapacitated for a long time,” Meta said softly. He finally tore his gaze from the screen, the flickering stars a painful reminder of their losses. He turned his back to it, closing his cape around him in a protective gesture. “Do you think we can still fly the Halberd?”

Magolor shrugged, trying to sound optimistic. "I mean, you’ve completely rebuilt her several times. I think you’ll be fine."

“No, I mean now. I can get her repairs done later, do you think we could use her now?” Meta clarified, his voice firm. Magolor’s ears drooped, and he looked aside, mulling over the thought.

“Well… you know your ship better than I do. But it’ll be a stretch… We don’t even know where NME is located right now,” Magolor said, cautious and careful not to promise more than he could. Meta knew it was a long shot. The engines were barely hanging on by a thread. But there had to be a chance.

“I’m hoping you’ll find it,” Meta replied, his gaze intense. “And once you do, we’ll part ways.”

“Really? How will we know you guys are safe?” Magolor asked, concern deepening.

“We’ll use NME’s systems to call you. I can’t guarantee it’ll reach another dimension, but if you pop into ours every so often, you’ll get it. I don’t know how long anything will take, and I don’t want to threaten Cappy Town again… you use your best judgment.”

Magolor hesitated, then nodded slowly. “You’re certain?”

“I trust you, Magolor. You’ll do what’s best for them,” Meta said with conviction, his eyes meeting Magolor’s. The weight of their responsibilities hung between them, but in that moment, a silent understanding passed.

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Meta Knight checked on the pair in the infirmary every time he returned from the Halberd. While Magolor was busy searching for NME’s headquarters, Meta investigated his ship’s remains for any lurking monsters and made what repairs he could.

The Halberd’s damage was substantial. Meta, skilled enough to steer the ship and handle minor repairs, felt the weight of his crew’s absence keenly. He wasn’t sure how he would manage the extensive damage alone. He decided to start by mending some of the crucial doors. There was enough scrap from the destroyed walls to patch up what was left of the helm door. The rest would have to remain as they were for now.

It would take several trips to get the ship in better condition, but Meta was determined. Magolor needed time to locate NME's headquarters, and Kirby needed time to recover. Meta hoped Kirby would wake up before they had to separate, but he refrained from getting his hopes up.

Meta Knight entered the infirmary once more, finished with the day’s repairs. He found Dedede resting uneasily on the bed, his wounds slowly healing, while Dark kept a vigilant watch over Kirby, who remained unconscious but stable.

Meta noticed the flicker of worry in Dark’s eyes as he gently adjusted Kirby’s position. “How’s he holding up?” Meta asked quietly, placing a reassuring hand on Dark’s shoulder.

Dark glanced up, his usual bravado replaced with genuine concern. “It was a really bad scrap. Kid has barely moved since we found him.”

Meta grimaced and moved his hand to Kirby’s head, gently testing his temperature and checking the bandages around his head. His eyes flickered over the small warrior, noticing some small twitching and response to the touch. Though small, it gave him some relief. At least Kirby was alive.

“How is the Halberd?” Dedede inquired, drawing the pair’s attention to him. Despite wincing from his wounds, he was powering through it better than Meta had seen before.

“It’s operational enough to get us to NME’s headquarters,” Meta Knight explained. “We don’t need it for more than that.” That was assuming it wasn’t too far from them now. If it was in another galaxy they’d need Lor’s help a while longer to close the distance. “For now, that’s my concern alone. You need to heal.”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to keep harping on it,” Dedede waved him off, laying down and turning his back to Meta.

“Yes, sir…” Meta sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy for the weary king. He turned his attention back to Dark and Kirby. “I appreciate the care you’ve shown,” he said, sincerely.

Dark, who was cradling the unconscious Kirby with an unexpected gentleness, shrugged. “We have bigger things to deal with… And I never had anything against the kid,” he replied, his voice remaining gruff despite the lack of edge. “It’s you I have issues with, but I’ll get to exact my revenge after all of this.”

“You’re still on that, hm?” Meta asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You think I’d forget?” Dark’s eyes flashed with determination. Yet, the way he adjusted Kirby’s position, ensuring the small hero was comfortable, hinted at a side of him that was rarely seen. It was a flicker of compassion, a reflection of Meta’s own nature, despite the animosity he harbored.

Meta observed Dark for a moment, noting the careful way he handled Kirby. It was a stark contrast to his usual demeanor, and in that moment, Meta saw a glimmer of himself that his mirror form still possessed deep down. Perhaps, beneath the layers of rivalry and hostility, there was more to Dark than met the eye.

“We’ll settle things when this is over,” Meta said, his voice softening.

Dark nodded, his grip on Kirby tightening slightly. “Don’t think for a second I’m letting you off easy because of all our working together.”

Meta chuckled quietly, appreciating the resolve in Dark’s voice. As he prepared to leave the infirmary, he paused, placing a hand on the door frame. “Thank you,” he said simply.

Dark scoffed, the noise baring a faint tone of amusement. No answer was necessary.

With that, Meta left the infirmary. Their conditions were improving; for now, that was all he could ask for. Though he hoped to bid Kirby goodbye before they left, he was beginning to realize he might not get the chance.

There were so many things he should say. Every moment that passed brought them closer to the final encounter with Arcta Knight. Until now, he had barely considered what they would do with the head of NME once they revealed their true colors—well, truer colors.

This could be the end. It pained him to imagine never seeing everyone again. As long as Kirby remained to train and grow, Dreamland would be safe. There was some solace in that. But the thought of leaving them all behind made his chest feel hollow. He steeled himself against the emptiness inside. It was his duty as a knight to protect them, no matter the cost.

He paused for a moment in the corridor, taking a deep breath and steadying himself. The weight of his responsibilities was heavy, but he carried it with pride. Turning his focus back to the mission, Meta resolved to see it through, no matter the outcome. For Dreamland, for Kirby, and for the future he hoped to secure.

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New Fanfic! (18+ x reader)

Okay, so this story is kinda OOC but I was lusting this dude so hard that I NEEDED to lay him and I didn't care if it was correct.

Have fun! 18+ obviously

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From this ask game, I'm going with Did you know Chuck E Cheese has delivery? and Friend, Please!

Also, hiya!!

Oooh both of them?? Let me see...

Did you know Chuck E Cheese has delivery? - Actually the scene I wanted to write never happened because I changed my mind half way through and made the whole fic about playing DDR at Chuck E. Cheese. Initially, they were gonna get in a scrap with Jogo and Mahito who were going to be bullies.

Friend, Please - There are a couple of scenes I wanted to make that I have to make a whole fic around, hahah. The first is Meta Knight and Arcta Knights battle. They're going to go head to head, fighting to the death. And I want it to be angsty as fuck dammit. The other scene is finally showing the audience the "history" Arcta keeps talking about.

The intro scene is also one of those, but it's one that's completed. It was very vivid to my mind (weirdly enough) so I just had to get it down. And intros are never my strong suit! To have one already pretty much done in my head was awesome. And I think that scene is pretty cool.

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OC Creator Bingo - Crackfic

Next up on the OCX Bingo is "Crackfic"! We're using Hairi here again. It was a lot harder than I thought it'd be to make a crackfic and I'm still not super happy with it but whateves.

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Did you know Chuck E Cheese has delivery?

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

OC Involved: Tokuma Hairi

Gen, General Audiences, ~1.5k words

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SOLDIER, Hero, Angel (CC:FF7) for the WIP asks? 😄

Ah! This one! This one is very new compared to a lot of the WIPs in the list.

I actually forgot about the song "Soldier, Poet, King" when I made the title. I was actually thinking of the ancient poem from the game's canon called LOVELESS. Within LOVELESS there are 3 friends who set out to find "the gift of the goddess". They took the roles of Hero, Traveler, and Prisoner. Heroes are really important to the game and the characters, so I thought leaving that one would be best.

In my notes it says that it was going to be a T rated story and that it would probably involve Saphira, but it seems I didn't have time to think of much else.

I don't yet have a playlist for it, nor have I had a chance to tinker with it yet, so these vague ideas are all I have to share.

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OC Creator Bingo - Coffee Shop AU

Heya! There's a new OC event going around where we fill out a bingo card with one shots for each prompt. The blog @occreatorexchange put this event together. Here, I've filled out my first box!

Here is a coffee shop AU one shot with Hairi and Nanami.

A Warm Place to Rest

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

OC involved: Hairi Tokuma

Het, Rated G, 850 words