Mercuryshipping (Ishizu Ishtar/Kaiba Seto/Kisara)

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She woke up with her heart in her throat and a scream curling at the base of her tongue. Her heart hammered in her chest, her ears rang, she couldn't see, her hair was in her mouth and over her eyes, tangled around her arms—why hadn't she put it in a ponytail before bed? Oh gods she was dying, she was dying again, her heart hurt, it was swelling up in her chest and—

A soft hand ran through her hair, dragged it out of her eyes and tucking it around her ears. Another hand slid over her shoulder, fingers light and cool against her skin. Kisara gasped for breath, almost choking for a moment.

"Kisara?"

"Another bad dream?"

"It's all right...you're here. You're safe. You're alive."

She felt...warm. Not like the oppressive heat of the cloudless Kemet sky, sun beating down on a sandy landscape with heat rising in waves over her as she felt her limbs start to lose feeling, the blood warm on her chest. It was a...soft warmth. Cozy...enveloping...

Those soft fingers continued to stroke through her hair from behind, and she could feel the pressing up of bodies on either side of her, one hand curling into hers as the other sleepily ran through her hair.

Ishizu shifted her face into Kisara's hair, breathing softly against her neck. Her breath was cool like her fingers, and Kisara's nightmare image of the desert sky started to fade. In front of her, Seto's face lay across from hers, groggy blue eyes squinting through his eyelashes at her. His hand moved from hers up to her face, cupping her cheek in one hand and wiping away the tear in her eye with his thumb.

"Shh..." he whispered. "Shh. You're all right. You're okay."

Kisara sucked down greedy gulps of air, but she tried to slow them. She wriggled her arm free of tangled covers to put her hand on top of Seto's press it against her face.

It was still him. After all these thousands of years. His skin was now closer to the shade of hers, but his eyes were the same, the cut and color of his hair, the curve of his cheekbones. It was him, and he was lying next to her. She was alive.

And behind her, Ishizu sighed deeply, sliding one arm around Kisara's waist. Kisara closed her eyes, pressing back against the other woman, feeling her solidness against her back.

"Is this a dream?" she whispered, aware that this was not the first time she had woken up in the middle of the night and asked that question.

Ishizu nuzzled her face into Kisara's hair.

"No," she said. "It's not a dream."

"You found your way back to us," Seto whispered, pressing his forehead against hers, twining his hand into one of hers and tightening them against her chest. "I found you outside when you stumbled back into this world from the other dimensions..."

"Mm...remember, when you walked into the kitchen for the first time?" Ishizu whispered, stroking Kisara's hair between her fingers.

She did. She did remember now, the memories returning to her from their gentle murmurs. Lost, confused, dizzy, standing in the front of a gorgeous mansion, surrounded by trees. Barefoot on the driveway, the asphalt cutting into the soles of her feet. The car coming down the driveway, screeching to a stop. Seto stumbling out of the side door before his driver could even mumble a "wait," his eyes wide. Hands grabbing her shoulders, hugging her, the shock and tears in his eyes, the mumbling, stumbling over words—how, where, when—

Clinging to his hand, the only thing that was real in this whirlwind of uncertainty. Ishizu sitting at the table, her eyes flickering up under strands of black hair, eyes widening at the sight. Both of them talking to each other so fast that their words tumbled over each other, a waterfall of noise that Kisara couldn't understand. Seto's hand still curled into hers, and then Ishizu taking her other hand, gripping it tightly, drawing it up to her lips and closing her eyes as she pressed Kisara's hand against her, tears rolling out of her eyes. "Thank you," she kept whispering. "Thank you for taking care of him all this time. For protecting him all this time. You're finally home."

Kisara felt tears poking at her closed eyes and she closed them even tighter, just drinking in the sensation of being pressed between the two of them. Alive. Safe. Surrounded by two people that she loved more than anything in the world.

"I love you," she whispered to both of them. "I love you...so much."

"I love you too," Ishizu whispered.

Seto only curled his hand tighter into Kisara's his other sliding over her to grip Ishizu's. Kisara let her eyes close again, and her body snuggle deeper beneath the covers.

She was safe.

She was home.

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A/N: Had to add this one in cause it's my new OT3 and I named it, so it's going into the list even if it doesn't become an official name by the time this goes up (I sent in my reasoning, as of this writing have yet to hear of the results from the mods). This project is sooooo tiring, to keep myself going I had to at least give some attention to my newest ship that didn't exist before. Next is Mentorshipping (Jonouchi x Grandpa) as originally intended.