Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
Indexed at kh-kinkmeme
and on delicious here
Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
I did not forget about this...it just took me a long time to write.
Chase the Morning
Zexion was annoyed, or would have been if he could feel that emotion, or any for that matter. This was supposed to be Xigbar’s and Xaldin’s job, but he had to go after this one. Number seven turned out to be a real handful and both were working with Vexen to keep the berserker from destroying their new castle. Lexaeus was guarding The Superior in his sleep, leaving Zexion to gather up number eight.
“Is this still the Realm of Light?” Zexion asked out loud as soon as he stepped through the portal. It was a dark world lit by bright neon lights. Thunder rumbled over head from clouds that would release toxic waste instead of water, and all around the scent of decomposition seemed to hang like a noxious cloud worst then the ones above. It was worse than the city at the base of the castle in the World That Never Was. Zexion covered his sensitive nose in disgust. This world was by far the worst smelling world that he had ever had the displeasure of coming to, if he could feel displeasure.
Zexion closed his eyes concentrating and slowly filtered out the smell of bodily waste as the body broke down, as he did so new smells assaulted his nose. GeneCo as the world was called was a very fragrant world and not in a good way. Zexion wondered how all these people seemed to live in this world, then he noticed the gas masks. Dark energy swirled around his hand which he brought up to his face, when he brought his hand down a gas mask had appeared.
As the master of illusions, Zexion could make very real illusions and his illusion of a gas mask was so real that it began filtering the various gases that made GeneCo the most horrifyingly world as far as stink goes. Taking a deep breath of fresher air, though now with that awful smell associated with hospitals, antiseptics, plastic, and the stench of sickness and disease. Zexion decided he needed to complete his mission as soon as possible, so he sat off in the direction that number eight was supposed to be, the Graveyard.
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Magdalene Defoe, better known as Blind Mag, often came to the graveyard at night. She was probably one of the few people who could get away with it. Several years ago she had sold her freedom to Rotti Largo, on the behest of her best friend Marni, to receive a new pair of eyes, allowing her to see her best friend for the first time. Of course, she hadn’t been able to see Marni for long as she had married Nathan Wallace and soon died while pregnant.
From the moment they buried Marni in a crypt near the city edge of the cemetery on wards, Mag regretted her decision. She would give her eyes for her best friend to be back. Once a week she would come and visit the tomb, in the dead of night, when she wasn’t singing. Normally there was no one in the cemetery except the burial wraiths and the guards. Tonight was different, as she turned from the grave of her long dead friend; she caught sight of a figure walking across the graveyard.
He was dressed all in black and had a mask, a grave robber? With a soft sigh she followed him.
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But the reason for Zexion’s pause was something strange. A pleasant smell came through his gas mask, teasing his brain and making his blood pulse in a way that made him think for a moment he had a heart. Turning around he noticed a woman who was following him.
“You should leave, graverobber,” she said in a musical voice.
“I am looking for someone,” he said.
“There’s no one worth looking for anymore, here,” she said.
“I do not concur, my lady,” Zexion said. “You are here, and you would be worth looking for.”
She didn’t know what to say, “If you are caught you will be killed.”
“Most cannot see me, I must ask, how can you see me?”
“My eyes are artificial, there isn’t much that escapes my gaze,” she said.
“You should forget you saw me at all. For someone as beautiful as you look and smell, I am someone that should be forgotten,” Zexion said. He disappeared from her view, much to her shock.
“I suppose you are not a graverobber, I wish I knew your name,” she said.
“It’s Zexion,” he said from a distance.
“I’m Mag,” she said to the wind as the sun began coming up over the sea of bodies, before being swallowed back up in the clouds.
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