THREE WEEKS FOR DREAMWIDTH: KINGDOM HEARTS COMMENTFIC* FEST.

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About!
A Kingdom Hearts-specific three_weeks_for_dw commentfic fest!
While the format is more or less kink-meme style, this fest is 100% fic friendly. By which I mean if you want to request/write G-rated gen fluff, that's perfectly fine! If you want to request/write dark non-con vore, that's also fine (and let's face it it's fandom, there's always someone into pretty much anything)! As long as it's properly labelled, GO FORTH AND FIC.


How to play!
1. If you want to read something, write a prompt! As long as you're not saying what you want step-by-step, it should be fine. [Edit]: I can't believe I even have to say this, but you can do as many prompts as you like. The more prompts there are there more will be written, after all!
2. If you want to write something, go look at the prompts! If something grabs you, write it! Doesn't matter if someone else has written something before, this is pretty much a free-for-all. You can also draw, if you like! Or do a combination of both, if you're really adventurous.
3. Rinse and repeat!

Rules:
1. If your fic is more than one comment long, please put the second comment as a reply to the first, just so they're not all replies to the prompt. Less clutter is good!
2. Don't be an asshat.
(This section. It will only be expanded if it needs to be. Let's try and keep it as it is, okay?)

ALSO. Please WARN FOR SPOILERS AT THE TOP OF POSTS. Definitely Birth By Sleep, but 358/2 - or, you know anything - is also appreciated. (This applies to both requests AND fills, just to be super-sure.)

*Commentfic: fic that fits in one or more comment-boxes. Can be as short as a drable or as long you like, as long as it goes in the comments.

THREE WEEKS FOR DREAMWIDTH ♥ KINGDOM HEARTS COMMENTFIC FEST

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Okay, I'll start!

[tyger]

I'd really like to see something about Cid, and learning to survive in Traverse Town.

Day to Day Living

[exitmouse]

F-FIRST FILL? I hope you enjoy!! :x

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It would go to figure that Cid would have been on his last cigarette in the pack when it all happened.

He didn't need it when they were still in an emergency state after the fall of Radiant Gardens, when the survivors and refugees had been thrust into the odds-and-ends world of Traverse Town. It's like they say - 'any idiot can face a crisis, it's this day to day living that wears you down'. Cid didn't really know who 'they' were, but sure as anything when the days were filled with combing the streets for any survivors and trying to organize who was there (few) and who wasn't (many), there just wasn't a lot of time to think about nicotine addiction.

It was when everything came to a lull, and everyone was beginning to figure out long-term survival that he began to feel the withdrawals.

He was a mechanic without a working ship to speak of (he hadn't landed so much as CRASHED), and no current way to fix it. It was damn tragic, and probably some kinda artistic except he hated irony in art.

"Hey! Old man! Hey! Hey!"

Cid cringed as he heard the voice of the girl that had decided to make herself part of some kind of 'defense force' for the town with a couple of other kids (who needed a damn defense force, anyway? It was simple enough - DON'T GO IN THE DARKNESS-INFESTED AREAS), all ones he had shoved in his ship during the escape from the falling world. Cid supposed he couldn't outright hate them for their trying to meddle in everything and keep him updated every chance they got.

He could still grumble and gripe about it, though.

"Whaddaya want?" he yelled back at Yuffie as she practically skipped up to where he was bent over a tarp with ship parts and other odds and ends they'd recovered, trying to make something that worked.

"Hey hey well a couple of us have been doing patrols-"

"You told me last week, and three days ago, and yesterday, I #$#*@!& know already!"

"-and we were wondering if you had anything that could help us out! You know, defensively, since you're like a genius mechanic right?"

The damn kid must have had grandparents, because she had a way of doing the doe-eyes-I-will-love-you-forever-if-you-help-me-out face.

Cid grunted, then slapped together a couple protect chains with the stuff he had on hand and passed them over to her.

"It isn't much, but it's better than nothing. Don't get yourselves killed." he grumbled, hoping she'd let him get back to his work on trying to repair his ship now.

No such luck.

"WOOOOW~!" Yuffie looked over the chains, twirled them around, generally did all the things ADD kids did when you gave them a new shiny. "These are awesome! You know, you should do this! Accessories! I bet a lot of people would like them, and it'd keep you busy while you tried to find ship parts! Anyway I gotta jet, ciao!"

And she was running off again, before Cid had a chance to yell at her again, like it was her idea to leave.

Cid snorted, prepared to dismiss everything she said as background noise. By the end of another frustrating, fruitless day, he was really starting to want that last cigarette and her words were nagging at his mind.

"An accessory shop, huh?" Cid grumbled aloud, casting a curious glance over to one of the empty buildings in first district. Easy to find, right in the middle there. If he was already getting hassled for this kind of thing...

Grabbing his last cigarette and lighting it up, Cid nodded to himself. An accessory shop. Just for now, just to keep him busy. It wasn't like he'd have to do it long-term or anything.

BbS Spoilers

[azremodehar]

... ... ...

Lea/Ven

Squishycute, and/or awkward first-tiems GO! Or. You know. Anything. <3?

Afternoon Tea

[tyger]

I don't have room form more BBS icons aargh.

Spoilers for Birth By Sleep

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        Ven's training in the large, multi-tiered garden, when he sees Lea again. Flat on his back on the ground, and not moving, and -
        He dashes over, feels his heart drop to his stomach; this area isn't safe, he's been fighting the unversed all morning, and. And. And Lea's so.
        "Lea?" he says, unable to keep his voice from shaking a bit. He's so still...
        "...huh?" says Lea, brows wrinkling before he opens an eye. "Hey, Ven, how's it going?" Lea grins him. Ven... really wants to sit down, for some reason. But that's stupid.
        "Hi," he says instead. "Are you okay?"
        "Huh?" asks Lea. "Yeah, nah, I'm fine." Then smirks, almost sly. "Why? You worried about me?"
        For some reason, Ven feels light-headed. Something. Something to do with Lea's smirk. Tone of voice. He's just not sure what. "It's dangerous out here," he says.
        "Hey, hey. I can take care of myself!" Lea sits up, looking kind of offended.
        Ven's... not so sure about that; the unversed are really kind of strong. So he just shrugs, a little.
        Lea scowls at him for another second or two, before flopping back on the ground.
        "Man, I'm so hungry."
        "Um." Ven thinks about it for a second. "Would you like some ice-cream?"
        Lea grins at him like it's Christmas. "You have ice-cream?"
        Ven can't help smiling back a bit, face kind of hot. "Yeah. Here." He's pretty sure Lea will like volcano curry.
        Lea smiles at him, and pulls him down to sit next to him.
        "Ahh, man, you're awesome. Thank you," he says, and then he takes a bite. And makes this noise, surprised and pleased, and Ven.
        Ven busies himself eating his double crunch, because he's pretty sure looking at Lea right now would be a bad idea. Not that he knows why, but he's feeling really weird, and he's sure that's because of Lea. And looking at Lea will probably make him feel more weird, and. And. That would probably be bad.
        Still. Still. He can't help but think that maybe. Maybe next time he goes back to Disney Town. He could get some more volcano curry, just for Lea.

[dorkpie]

Kairi/anyone, maid of honor

happy tears; Kairi/Sora, Sora/Riku

[rainfall]

My deepest apologies if this isn't what you had in mind. Th, that prompt just seemed sad to me!

It's perfect.

The colors, the flowers, everything right down to the place settings, and it looks effortless even though it wasn't, which is just the effect she was going for. A wedding on the sand, Sora suggested with his blue eyes bright, and that's what it is. A wedding on the beach, on the little play-island where they grew up together, right where they'd all built their raft -- oh, so many years ago.

Selphie thought maybe the dock, just a little ways further up the coast, and she pretended to consider it. But the dock, as beautiful as the sunset there would be right now, was all wrong. Here is better. Here is right.

She shifts, from one foot to the other, and when he looks at her, brimming over with excitement, she beams back at him. There is no sunset as beautiful as his wide-open smile, and she is so very, very happy for him. But then the music starts to play and Sora reaches for her hand, a quick warm calloused squeeze that makes her treacherous heart skip a beat. She's so glad she chose this place, even though Sora doesn't seem to quite recognize it. Selphie doesn't know what happened on the dock, what she asked for... or almost asked for.

This is the moment. Everyone is waiting. (It should have been a small ceremony, but there's no such thing as a private party on an island.) And then there he is, the one they're all waiting for: his face slightly pinched from discomfort because he still isn't that comfortable with people looking directly at him, and Riku never did do very well with crowds.

("This is stupid, we don't even know which one of us is supposed to walk down the aisle," he protested; Sora frowned for a moment, then said with a smirk, "Flip you for it?" but they both knew, even then, that Riku walking made the most sense. Hadn't Sora done enough chasing after him already?)

His suit is lovely, the pale silver setting off his eyes, and with Sora in subtle gold the two of them are finally a matching pair. Framed by their perfect blue sky, grounded by their perfect white sand, and all that's left is for her to take a few steps back, out of the picture.

Kairi takes a long breath, deep and shivering, and is proud of herself because she's still so happy that it hardly hurts at all.

[lunarwolfik]

Sora, Riku, Kairi

The trio plus cooking shenanigans. Bonus if it devolves into a food-fight and Sora gets pudding in his hair.

Overzealous

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This one fought me. Fought me hard. Sorry it took so long. ;;

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        Kairi's just coming back with the cocoanuts she'd found when she hears Sora's voice call Fire!, and that's when she knows just how not-good things are going to end up.
        She's not quite close enough to hear what Riku says, but she doesn't really need to be to guess, either.
        "What!?" says Sora, clearly confused by whatever disparaging remark Riku has made. Sora's voice carries well, even when he's not shouting. Kairi picks up the pace a little.
        Riku says something, chin raised in that way that always signalled the beginning of a duel, before.
        "It is TOO edible," shouts Sora, waving the blackened fish around.
        "Right," says Riku, and Kairi's close enough now to see that his eyebrow's raised, too. "It's charcoal, Sora."
        "There's nothing wrong with charcoal!" says Sora, face contorted in such a way Kairi really can't help laughing at him, just a little.
        "Kairi! There's nothing wrong with my fish, right?" Sora asks, and shoves the fish under her nose. She... can sort of see why Riku was teasing him.
        "Maybe... a little less fire, next time."

!! (possible) BBS spoilers!!

[exitmouse]

Aeleus+Ienzo, fluffy cuteness. [spoilers] Like, idk. Aeleus babysitting and taking Ienzo out for ice cream, or fretting over the lost kid that's not really speaking, IDK. [/spoilers]

[candyfloss]

Xion and Riku Replica. (I know it's kinda messed up timeline-wise but work with me? :D) Can be as angsty or as fluffy as you like.

[tyger]

*_______* *HEARTS*

Warnings: spoilers - 358/2 Days

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        It's strange, to be here, in these white shining walls, that she both remembers and doesn't. It is a little like the memories of dreams she has, but not exactly. She hadn't been asleep, after all, even if she hadn't exactly been awake, either.
        Anyway, it had really happened, whether it was like a dream or not.
        Here is where she first opened her eyes. The white walls here are shadowed, the bright light of the hearts, fake though they are, giving the darkness its strength.
        Here is where they gave her her name.
        Here is where once a boy had sat, like her but not like her. She wonders, a little, what had happened to him, where he had gone. If, perhaps, he is still existent. He had looked so much like...
        ...well. She knows better than anyone just how deceiving appearances can be.

[tyger]

Xion or Aqua, kicking ass and taking names. (Or both. If you can work out a semi-feasible way to get both the world might explode from awesome. But honestly, I adore them both! I would be happy with either! <3)

[leafyaki.livejournal.com]

Hi, could I clarify something? :D What does it mean by "taking names"?

[sincere]

*flails* I can't write any of these because I haven't finished BBS and I don't want to spoil it! MAKE MORE REQUESTS. ♥


How about... Marluxia/Larxene, "what we call romance".

[dorkpie]

I... have no idea what this is. It's more abstractly related to your prompt than you would have liked, perhaps. It's my first time writing Marluxia/Larxene, and the first since last year that I wrote KH fic, so be gentle with me? 8D;; Nevertheless, I hope you like it!


"What the hell is this?" she asks him, eying the flowers in his hand with apprehension.

He withholds a chuckle and a sarcastic response, says instead: "Roses, Larxene. Virtually harmless, if you beware the thorns." He extends the bouquet towards her, elegantly raising an eyebrow in challenge.

She doesn't take it, just folds her arms against her chest and glares. Only in the Organization, Marluxia thinks, more than a little amused, would a woman be afraid of roses. But he knows it's not the roses. Whatever is going on between them, Larxene would never lower herself to trust him so easily.

He could hold out his hand forever, it's not as if pain is something he's not accustomed to, but he withdraws it, settles the bouquet against his chest. He pretends it means something, when the roses liven at his proximity.

Now that the perceived threat is further away, the intensity in her eyes dim. She snorts uncouthly, at him or at herself Marluxia isn't sure. "What the fuck are they for?"

He hesitates, considering her. Though blonds are not his usual flavor, he has to admit that she's indeed beautiful. Deadly, and dangerous, all true, but beautiful. It hits him then how alike they are, the flowers in his hand and the woman before him. Maybe it's because of that realization that he extends the bouquet again, that he settles for a partial truth: "An apology of sorts," he says.

Now it's her turn to look amused. "What for?" she asks, and it's the tone in her voice, the way she stares at the roses with consideration, that he knows he has her. "Have you done something wrong?" She smirks, and her face has a brightness to it that he's seen before, though never in the daylight. Or what passes for daylight in this World That Never Was. It’s interesting, and he wonders what caused it this time.

"Not yet," he answers, as she finally reaches forward to take the flowers from his hand, and her smirk grows sharper, a match to the one blooming on his face.

[azremodehar]

Roxas/Demyx, in that order, nothing in particular, there JUST ISN'T ENOUGH. XD;

Barter System (1/???)

[exitmouse]

Only the first part because I gotta get to work soon BUT I SWEAR I'LL FINISH.

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When Roxas showed up at the clocktower with that certain mix of frustrated and annoyed on his face, Axel didn't really have to ask.

"Mission with Demyx." he said, holding out an ice cream to Roxas as the other sat next to him. Roxas didn't reply at first, eating the ice cream as though it had somehow personally offended him.

"...Yes. And I have another one tomorrow. He always makes me do his work and just runs off and- and-"

"And?"

"Ignores me." Roxas didn't understand why that was the part that bothered him the most, but from the look on Axel's face - the way his expression read of something clicking into place - he could assume the other Nobody understood exactly what Roxas meant. And that was okay. He was fine with Axel understanding things he didn't, as long as Axel told him what he needed to know.

"Tell ya what." Axel said with a grin, waving the half-eaten ice cream at Roxas that he as holding, "Next time he offers you something shiny to do his work, you look at him straight in the eye and tell him 'That's not good enough'. Don't accept whatever blackmarket item he wants to give you, eventually he'll offer you 'something better'. That's the deal you wanna take."

Roxas wasn't sure he understood, but he trusted Axel.

+ + + + + +

"Why Agrabah?" Demyx whined as soon as they arrived in the hot, dry world. If it was humid at least, he could take solace in that, but the blazing sun and desert sand seemed to soak up any and all mosture available. "I feel like a SLUG. A salted slug. I can't work like this! Roxas, if you go hunt my share of Heartless too I'll give you an Arial Tech Plus?"

He asked so sweetly, but it was like a kid saying 'please'. He wasn't actually requesting, he just expected to be given what he wanted if he asked nicely. Roxas turned to Demyx then, and it took him a couple seconds to make eye-contact with their hoods up, but he still looked Demyx in the eye and said "That's not good enough."

Demyx was taken aback for a moment at the refusal. Usually it was 'do your own work' or 'yes' from the kid, he didn't expect him to actually try barganing.

Then again, he did hang out with Axel.

"I'll throw in a Mythril." Demyx added, raising an eyebrow to see if Roxas was taking this where he thought he was.

"Not good enough." Roxas repeated.

Yeah, he definately talked to Axel.

"...Alright then. Hunt the Heartless for me, and I'll give you something really nice when we get back to the castle." Demyx's tone was entirely different when he spoke, all his attention on Roxas now, and... Roxas liked that. He drew in a breath that he tried to hide, then nodded.

"...Okay. It better be really really good." he added, in an attempt to maintain control of the situation, but something about Demyx's smile told him that was gonna be pretty much impossible.

"Whole nine yards." Demyx promised before blinking out, to hide in the shade of a building until Roxas was done.

[way2dawn]

Roxas/Riku/Sora, triangle or threesome is okay [but I'd prefer a threesome]

Prompt: this delicate balance


...I can't answer any because I'm avoiding BBS spoilers liek whoa.

[tyger]

Axel/Roxas, high places.

Watchers

[mystiri_1]

Axel likes to come here because it's the perfect place to catch the sun at the end of the day. He can feel it full on his face as it sets over Twilight, bright and warm, staining the sky in fiery shades. It makes perfect sense to him that he should be drawn to this - he is fire, after all.

At first he thought Roxas liked it for the same reason. Or close enough, anyway - when the sun reaches the right angle, the light looks like you could reach out and touch it, thick and golden, falling in long beams across world.

Maybe that's just another reason Axel likes it, though.

Because it's not just here that Roxas heads for the high places. He first came here because this is where Axel bought him, but Axel has just as often found him standing at the top of the tallest building in the City That Never Was, where it's cold and dark and the only lights are glaringly artificial, staring out and down. Looking for something. Just like he is now, between licks of the icecream Axel bought him.

Axel's not sure what it is that Roxas is looking for. He's not sure he wants to know. But he stares down at the people below - looking, just like Roxas is - and wonders what he'll do if he finds it first.

[mystiri_1]

Marluxia/Vexen, interruptions.

Pretenses

[snarechan]

I apologize if this wasn't quite what you were hoping for. D:

~+~+~+~+~

The door to Marluxia’s gardens was banged open loudly, announcing Vexen’s presence like ice shattering on a tile floor. Appropriate, of course, and unsurprising. Marluxia didn’t jump as his solitude was ruined or cease in his activities, the watering can he held poised steadily over a pot of thorny-looking flowers.

“Are they ready yet?” Vexen demanded to know, forgoing a greeting. He was all business and impatient to be out of there as fast as he could.

Marluxia set the tool aside on a table, hand hovering above the plants as he said, “Nearly.”

When he didn’t go into details, Vexen scoffed and resisted the urge to tap his foot.

“Well, how much longer? I can’t believe breeding a new species of flora can take this long!”

“Just as your experiments take time, so must my gardening,” he said, and although his tone remained neutral, the narrowing of both eyes in Vexen’s direction made clear his disgruntlement. “Here, if you’re in that much of a hurry.”

He plucked a stem right from the soil, the water he’d poured lingering in the form of dew drops, and managed to snap it perfectly from the roots. It was the only one in the plotted area with a bud on it, colored a deep purple that was borderline black at its tip. In contrast, the rest of it was a neon orange, leaves and all.

Holding it out to the other Nobody, Vexen reached to take it, gloved fingers brushing Marluxia’s. He flinched back with the flower, adjusting it so that the thorns no longer dug into his hand. Had blood still flowed through his veins, he’d be bleeding.

“Oops,” Marluxia crooned, not apologetic in the slightest, “better be careful. You never know just how sharp those can be.”

~+Fin+~

[candyfloss]

Riku, and his realisation Maleficent is still alive post-KH.

[tyger]

Drabble get!

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        Sometimes, he thinks it's strange that he didn't notice sooner. But the darkness has been with him so long now he barely even notices it, and if her scent is hardly friendly, it's familiar, and so it tends to go unnoticed, as he focuses on the not-scents he's trying to track.
        He's concerned, once he notices, of course. He knows what she can do. But he's flat-out, and Sora beat her once before. He just has to look out for Sora, make sure everything goes right for Sora.
        As long as Sora's okay, she'll never be an issue.

[tyger]

...I'm feeling a little self-indulgent tonight (and what the hell guys, moar prooompts~~), so.

Anyone, birthdays.

[azremodehar]

"Hey," Axel says, flopping down next to Roxas. It's the end of the day, and they're on the clock tower, just the three of them, and. Even if part of him thinks it'd be better if it were just him and Roxas, it's not bad that Xion's there, and hey, he brought enough ice-cream.

"Hey," Roxas replies, and smiles at him, as he passes the ice-cream over. And they chat, and eat their ice-cream together, like always. And then, when they're done, Axel passes over another ice-cream.

"Extra?" Xion asks.

"Yeah, why extra?" Roxas adds, although he's already taking a bite out of it. Axel just shrugs a little.

"Maybe today's special." And of course they're going to ask him why, but like usual, he's not gonna say. Not that this is something he can talk about anyway, but.

Today is Lea's birthday, and all he wants is ice-cream with his friends.

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...idek, it sucks, sorry. ._____.

[mystiri_1]

Any Org member/any Org member, elemental affinities

No title, because I suck

[azremodehar]

Demyx's touch stings, but then, it always does, with the steam that spills out where their bare skin touches, and with the opposition of their elemental natures. And when he opens his mouth to say something, Axel shuts him up with a biting, stinging kiss, calling sparks under his own skin, to push back the sensation of drowning.

It doesn't help as much as he wishes it would, and the way Demyx pushes him back, climbing on top of him, laughing softly-- That doesn't help either.

"You've been spending an awful lot of time with the new kid." Demyx's voice is suddenly flat, just like that, his eyes gone dark and unreadable. But his fingers are moving down Axel's chest, drawing lines of stinging steam, a wetness that lasts longer than it should. And longer still, when Demyx flattens his hand against the hollow place in Axel's chest, wet, and stinging, and still somehow good.

"Shut up," Axel replies, and he pushes back, hand hot and burning right in the middle of Demyx's chest, and his junior makes that noise, the one that. Makes Axel have to remind himself that.

He doesn't actually like Demyx at all.

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TBC, because I have school, but there will be moar, promise. <3

[exitmouse]

Actually inspired by Tyger's comment~

Saix+Roxas, pairing or gen, any rating.

Prompt: The moon has no light of it's own, it just reflects that of the sun.

[tyger]

Not entirely literal prompt-fill BUT HEY. I made them let me write fic about them. Counting this as a win~~

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        They call it training, so Roxas guesses it is, even though it seems kind of different, from what Larxene called training. Even when Lexaeus had taught him to use his limit-break, after it was over at least Roxas knew why he'd been beaten mostly to death (in a single blow, and Roxas wonders now if that he was just that weak back then, or Lexaeus simply that strong. It's not that he'll ever know, now, but he wonders).
        This training, though, this training isn't teaching, like the early training had been. It's more like a fight, against a big-type heartless. Except he's fighting other nobodies, so it's not like that at all.
        Roxas wins, mostly. Not always, and not a lot at first, but now he mostly wins. Fighting's the one thing he really understands.
        Of course, Demyx doesn't like fighting, Axel never fights him seriously, Luxord would rather be playing card games and Xigbar... well, Xigbar likes to tease him while kicking his ass at the same time, so he's not sure if that counts or not. But Xaldin fights him seriously. So does Xion.
        He hasn't fought Saïx before, but he's pretty sure Saïx won't go easy on him. Everyone actually seems pretty surprised Saïx is even here - not as surprised as they'd be if Xemnas walked in, he bets, but Luxord has put his cards down. Axel is frowning a bit, and the room is a lot more silent than it usually is.
        Saïx doesn't seem to notice, but then again everyone tends to quiet down near Saïx anyway. Saïx is the mission guy, after all, and if you piss him off he can send you to your own personal hell for days at a time. (Or at least that's what Demyx says. Demyx says that sort of thing a lot when they're on missions together. Roxas has no reason to not believe him.)
        Saïx just looks at Roxas, and it's not really a challenge. He just looks. Roxas looks back. Saïx is bigger than him, but that's not new. His weapon's new, though, huge and spiky and Roxas is pretty sure that getting hit with it will hurt. A lot. (It reminds him a bit of Lexaeus' weapon, what with the size. He remembers that lesson well.)
        And then, because it's usually worked pretty well for him, Roxas runs forward, keyblade in hand.
        Saïx is faster than he looks, but Roxas is still faster, manages to keep out of the way off all but the most glancing blows. He hits Saïx a lot more, but it doesn't really seem to do much other than annoy him. Which isn't so good.
        Roxas falls back a little, throws a few spell-items at Saïx. He's not as good with them as Xion is, but he doesn't miss. Saïx kind of scowls at him, and throws a blue-white ball back at him. Roxas tries to dodge, but it's faster than Axel with haste, and hits him dead-on even as he's dodge-rolling away.
        Hits him dead-on, and. Doesn't hurt, even a little. He feels fine, too, not statused.
        Finishes the dodge-roll, and shakes his head a little, because what. But no. No, he still feels fine.
        Saïx is scowling at him, though. Scowling at him a lot. Scowling at him and changing, somehow and shit-!
        Even if his magic seems to do nothing... Roxas isn't immune to Saïx's strength. And Roxas, well. Even though he wins mostly, he still loses sometimes, too.

[ex_macaroon845]

Seifer/Kairi, Struggle tournament. (I blame the manga for making me ship them.)

[tyger]

SEIFER'S DORKY CRUSH IS THE BEST THING THE MANGA EVER DID OH MY GOD. *HEARTS*

So, a drabble.

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        She's here. She's here. Right here, watching the struggle tournament. With Sora, yeah, he knows. He's not blind. But she's here. Watching.
        Seifer hasn't felt nervous in a long time, but he's nervous now, palms sweaty. Not that he lets anyone know that, he's not some lamer or nothing.
        But she's here, watching. Smiling. At Sora and that new kid with the silver hair, and Hayner and the rest of that trash, but that smile...
        And then he's up, and she's watching the match, she's watching him and smiling -
        Vivi's never quite sure how he managed to knock Seifer down.

[azremodehar]

Axel.

Endings.

... ... ...Yeah, yeah.

[requiems]

Not sure if this is what you had in mind, but.... I hope you like it, at least? ;;

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In retrospect, there were lots of endings.

First there had been the ending of his life, and his new birth into a nobody. But that ‘newness’, that shiny quality that came with all things new, eventually wore off, and he didn’t bother to metaphorically polish it again. It was old. It was another end, highlighted all the more by not being the last number anymore in the Organization.

So his days were filled with missions, filtered into specific types, and then, ones which were important. Which were none. None of them particularly stood out – everything blended into one. He was just relaxing – not like Demyx, who practically could be a piece of the castle decor for all the work he did – but he didn’t extend much effort. He went solo, he worked solo. He came back solo. But that was fine. It wasn’t desirable, but it was practical. Besides, he didn’t have anything to feel about it anymore.

Yet, that had ended too.

It ended the day when that spiky haired boy first appeared, staring at his shoes, or perhaps the grass, or perhaps at nothing at all. The superior had told him to watch over him – grudgingly, Axel had. But at the time, he hadn’t known that an ending was in sight, that there was a pinprick on the horizon that would make things change; that, he would be the one to cause it, by deciding to get more involved with number thirteen, by deciding that maybe, just maybe, he was amusing, and then, that he was a friend, and then—

His solo days were over.

But that was fine. Maybe the beginning that would follow would be better. And, as time passed, it was. It was the best beginning he had ever really had, something that couldn’t easily be replaced. Axel wasn’t stupid, though – he knew it too, would come to an end. His life always followed that pattern. The days he spent with Roxas, and then the days he spent with Roxas and Xion, Axel knew, that it would all be for nought, that one day they would part, and ultimately, it would end.

Still, Axel didn’t wallow in those thoughts.

He knew now it was best to make the most of things whilst they lasted.

[tyger]

Whatever happened to the moogle in 358/2, anyway?

[candyfloss]

*laughs* Thanks for the prompt. I had fun with it, if you couldn't tell!

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Leon burst through the door to Merlin's house with a typically Leon grim expression, gunblade in hand. It would have been impressive, if the effect wasn't ruined by the furiously squeaking and squirming mass of black leather and white fur he held in his other hand.

"Wow," Yuffie remarked, swivelling around from where she'd been messing with Cid's computer. (He now had a desktop wallpaper of fluffy kittens to greet him the next time he logged in.) "Did one of your jackets come alive?"

"Very funny. No, it's a--"

"Kupopopopo! Putmedownputmedownputmedown!"

Aerith walked over and peered into its face. "A moogle? Leon, you shouldn't manhandle -- ah, mooglehandle it like that."

"Take a good look at it," Leon deadpanned, holding it up by the hood of its coat. The little creature gave up struggling, and dangled from his hand forlornly. Even its pompom drooped like a wilted flower. "Does what it's wearing ring any bells with either of you?"

You could almost see the lightbulb ding above Yuffie's head. "Oh! Org-- Organiz--" she spluttered, giggled, tried again, "Organization XIII is recruiting moogles now? How desperate are they?!" She burst out laughing, almost falling off her chair. "Whatcha gonna do, kill us with cute?!"

Aerith frowned at the moogle, which by now was looking thoroughly sorry for itself. "Are you a Nobody?"

"No, kupo!"

Leon held it up to face height. "Then why are you wearing this?"

"I-It was a disguise!" the moogle squeaked, recoiling under the force of Leon's scarred glare. "My best customer was a member!"

Yuffie, while still stifling giggles, had sufficiently regained her composure enough to ask, "S-So-- Hehe-- So, what are you doing in Hollow Bastion?"

"Looking for new customers! The last was a real sucker -- uh, devoted customer, kupo -- but now he's gone."

Leon looked unconvinced, and Yuffie looked just about ready to dissolve into another laughing fit, but Aerith looked thoughtful. "You know, the Duck triplets and their great-uncle were looking for someone to help them set up their business here..."

"You're going to trust a moogle associated with Organization XIII?" Leon scowled at the moogle -- or, the empty moogle-sized coat he was still holding. He blinked at it in surprise.

The moogle, having wriggled its way out of its prison, peered out from behind Aerith timidly. "I'm a free moogle, kupo! I'm turning over a new leaf! I'll help whoever needs it!"

"See, Leon?" Aerith smiled. "He says he'll help. You wouldn't be a very good Restoration Committee leader if you said no."

Leon sighed and put his face in his hand. "...Fine. Whatever."

[mystiri_1]

Any org member/any Org member, proof of existence.

(And you can take that any way you want to.)

[tyger]

Not quite happy with the ending, but. Luxord/Xigbar subtext but you could take it as gen, so. Um. ^^;; Sorry if that's not shippy enough for you?

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        Something no one else knows about Luxord: he knows exactly how much time is left. His own time, of course, but also that of anyone he meets.
        He has trouble putting it into the tame, concrete 'time' that is used by most beings (time isn't really like that, seconds becoming minutes becoming hours becoming days, and so forth. That's a child's understanding of time, like saying the weather is warm because the sun is out. Not necessarily untrue, but ignoring the subtleties.), but he knows. He knows, when first he meets him, that Xemnas will live longer than he will. (Will live longer than any of the Organisation, but that doesn't surprise Luxord. It's the duty of vassals to die for their lord.) He knows he will live longer than Xigbar, and that Axel will live much longer than anyone else sent to Castle Oblivion. He has a time of self-doubt, when Axel is declared dead, but then he turns up again, the proverbial bad penny, and Luxord is not surprised.
        It makes fighting seem so very pointless. He knows it is not yet his time, and if it is for his opponent, then it is, and he might as well accept that. Fighting, in itself, proves nothing.
        And so he plays games, instead. They mean as much as anything else, to be perfectly honest, and though enjoyment is technically an emotion, technically something he does not feel, he also finds them intellectually stimulating, and that is close enough. Keeps meticulous records, of who played who, and when, and what the stakes were. How the luck was flowing. (Perhaps it is a statistical anomaly, neither of them have been around for even a full year yet, but both Roxas and Xion's luck seems very, very bad. If it continues, it will perhaps be an interesting avenue of study, though he expects it to even out sooner or later.)
        "Hey there," says Xigbar, looking over his shoulder from where Luxord is sitting on the couch, updating his records. Slightly too close to be casual, but such is Xigbar, around him. Luxord does not find it objectionable.
        "Would you like to play?" he asks.
        "Nah, got a mission in a few."
        "I see," says Luxord. "Perhaps when you return?"
        "Yeah, sure. Hey, why're you so obsessed with that book, anyway? You're getting as bad as Zexion."
        Luxord shrugs. It's true, he could hold it all in his head, not bother to write it down. His memory is good enough. However. "It will remain, after we have gone on." He's made plans to ensure it.

[exitmouse]

So, Cloud's got his clothing and his arm in the first game, but has switched to the Advent Children outfit by the second... and almost all of the rest of the cast is there... so that begs the question...

WHERE THE HECK IS VINCENT VALENTINE IN KINGDOM HEARTS?

Can be humorous (he's in Cid's bedroom) or serious (he was in Radiant Gardens but not one of the survivors), I just want a theory in fanfic form.

[nathanialroyale]

I have an idea for this but can it be something other then your two stated? I have always thought on one place he would have been during KH...

[tyger]

Minnie, defending the castle.

[requiems]

I hope this is alright! :)

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The sound of scuttling was everywhere.

She heard it most of all when she was alone; but, mostly particularly when she was in the long, empty, silent throne room after all her vassals disappeared and attended to their many various duties. It often started quietly, at first - like a trick of the light, but only with her hearing – yet that never lasted, as it grew louder, and louder, and louder, until upon it almost reaching its crescendo, Minnie left the room, unnerved, hoping it would leave her behind. But the pattern always repeated. And she always, always knew what it was. She hadn’t doubted it for a moment.

It was the Heartless, creeping in, trying to take her and the castle down. Harrying her every move; waiting for the moment to strike. Minnie didn’t know when it would happen, but she knew it would. She also knew she had to somehow protect those around her – her friends, her subjects which were like her family, and, above all else, the castle. That was without question. She had promised herself, and to Mickey, that she would reign whilst he was away, that nothing was going to happen to the kingdom and the people she so loved. The castle was the sign of that – if it was taken over, if she fell along with it, all would be lost once more.

One morning, Minnie was in Mickey’s study, attending to her queenly duties in paper and pen, and occasionally gazing up at Mickey’s portrait in fondness. She could do this work anywhere – she usually did it in the throne room – but being here, it felt almost like Mickey was with her, like he was close, not far away.

All was calm, until the next minute, the castle was in chaos.

The only thing that alerted her to the disturbance was the sounds. First of a crash, then some screams in the courtyard followed by the movement of many pairs of feet – she herself was stood up at once, flying to the door with speed, but upon reaching it, her lady in waiting, Daisy, suddenly rushed in, followed by a few guards, flinging the door shut behind her and bracing herself against it.

“Daisy, what’s happening?” Minnie said, alarmed, as the rumbling outside grew louder, and the assemble of guards too pushed themselves up against the door: whatever was on the other side seemed to growl in protest. Part of her felt like she already knew what the commotion was.

“It’s the Heartless, your majesty,” Daisy said, urgently, but as she opened her mouth again, there was another crash from outside, louder than the first, followed by shouts from all sides.

Minnie turned to the window, to see what was happening outside, but between her and it was a guard; she truly was fenced in, protected. She turned back to Daisy, who was saying, “They’ve been so quiet recently, but now they’re all riled—I don’t know what’s—“ she paused, as Minnie was walking towards her, no longer still. “Your majesty?”

“Please let me through,” she said, her face set in a line, determined – but with a hint of anger. Not at them; but at the fact she was the one being protected, whilst her kingdom faced those sounds beyond the door. And, whatever they were, they weren’t good.

Daisy’s mouth fell open, and she automatically seemed to meld more with the door, unmoving, refusing the Queen passage. “Your majesty!” she protested. “You have to stay here. You have to stay safe!”

“Daisy,” she said softly. “I can’t stay here. Is it right that I stay here? You know those Heartless are after me. After the castle that is in my charge. I can’t just let you all get hurt, and do nothing. I have to protect my kingdom.”

“But—your majesty—“ Daisy flailed around for a reason to why she should stay, but Minnie spoke once more.

“I’ll come back. I promise. I’m not going to let them win,” she said, looking particularly humble, but her stance was the same determined one. “I know what to do, Daisy. Please.”

Daisy visibly grimaced, shook her head, and then her face had the smallest of grins, before she stood upright, her voice saturated with authority, as she spoke to the guards around her. “You heard her majesty! You will accompany her through these doors! Now, let her through!”

At once, the guards all retreated from their position against the door, and Minnie swept through to face the oncoming danger, her hands already tracing spells in the air, her whole being absorbed into the light that came from her, in the peace she so wanted to bring – that she would grant to her people with her own power.

Whilst she was here, the castle would never fall.

[azremodehar]

Any FFVI character (in the KH 'verse, natch).

"It was the end of the world all over again."

[nathanialroyale]

Leon + Sora (Yaoi times ^^)

Prompt (Metaphorically/symbolically speaking not literally) - Brother.

[tyger]

...do you specifically want shipping?

[candyfloss]

DiZ, poor misguided fool.

Understanding [358/2 Days throw back]

[snarechan]

There's no direct spoilers for 358/2 Days, but it makes a bit more sense if the game has been played, because the last line of this story refers to some dialogue Riku uses. Thought I'd mention this, just to be safe!

~+~+~+~+~

“I think I pity him,” Naminé said, using a blue pencil to fill in some lines of the drawing she was creating. “Just a little.”

Riku instinctively looked in the direction of her voice, though the blindfold prevented him from physically seeing her. He knew whom she spoke of, DiZ having just left after hearing both of their reports on progress. The man had been harsh with his parting words, towards the girl in particular, calling her a witch and a fool.

At his silent request for elaboration, Naminé continued with, “His heart…it’s in the right place.”

“Right,” he said, acknowledging her words.

“I just…”

“It doesn’t matter what he says. So long as he does as he promised, then just keep doing what you’re doing. Our efforts will meet in the middle, somehow.”

She was quiet, contemplative, as she picked another pencil, this time using a light brown.

“You didn’t question my statement, like DiZ would have,” she pointed out, still looking at her work, still coloring.

“If a nobody like me can pity him, then so can you.”

~+Fin+~