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[zenelly]

God guys, I'm sorry that I keep disappearing on you all. There's... I'd say that nothing's really happened in the last week or so, and that's true, but...

This September has been shit.

It was one of my favorite OCs self-chosen birthday last Friday, and I could barely celebrate it because I was too distracted with not just staying in bed and crying for no reason. Nothing happened to me. Nothing directly happened to me, but fuck, I'm tired. I'm just so tired, and I'm not the sort of person who just... gives up like that, or wants to give up like that.

I have spent the last week trying to not cry all the time, and nothing's happened. Everything's already over, and I just can't stop crying now.

I owe my professors so many apologies for my behavior in class. I've been distracted at best.

I'm sorry guys, I really am. I keep hoping that I'm going to break out of this slump, but nothing's really working. Can... Can I have a comment thread here where people request something for me to write? Just... short little things? Anything you want? Please.

Also feel-good fics that make you remember that the world can still be a good place. Fics that make you laugh.

Thanks, everyone. Hopefully the Seiner Maso fic will have a new chapter soon.

Comments

[key2thekingdom.livejournal.com]

Okay, um, I'm sorry you feel bad baby. I don't know what to say other than what I've said before/that you already know, but I'm gonna say it anyway. I love you. It'll get better. The fact that you want to get better is a good thing.

I'm not someone who gets depressed, even if it is in my family. I just...don't. I've always felt disconnected from tradgedy, and I guess I'm really lucky about that. So I can't say I know how you feel or how to deal with it.

I'm coming up blank on writing prompts, but I do have a suggesttion for fanfiction. It's been a while since I've read it, but from what I remember it's adorable and silly. Even the name makes you giggle: Fuzzbutts. It's AkuRoku kitties with human Destiny Island kids. And I vaugley remember Lux showing up with a Xigbar cat. Anyway, here's the link.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5594135/1/

Hope you feel better babe.

[zenelly.livejournal.com]

I empathize really easily, which is why this is all has been bothering me for so long. It's been 23 days. I just don't want to feel like this forever.

I'll make sure to read it! Thanks!

*hughughughug*

[xtorchlightx.livejournal.com]

*HUGHUGHUGHUGHUG*!!! Feel better, okay? That's an order, not a request. Make someone near you hug you three times for me, and make them good ones. Then think of Zemyx/Dexion babies until the cow comes home, which will probably be a while because how many people own cows these days?

I request a fic about Seifer and Hayner meeting in Pre-school. Kindergarten is looming just around the corner for Seifer, but for the time being they love playing in the sand building castles and sand-dragons that don't actually look like dragons.

[zenelly.livejournal.com]

Trying my hardest! I'm just wavering between days, it seems. I'll definitely collect on the hugs, though.

Give me a bit to write something!

[theplumtomato.livejournal.com]

ASDFJKL: *loves and loves and loves times a million*
FEEL BETTER. WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU AND IT MAKES US SAD WHEN YOU'RE SAD! (this isn't the royal 'we', i'm speaking for everyone who reads your fic at this point).

I love you so so much, darling, and I hope that things start looking up for you, because no one likes being in sad places :<

*hugs and hugs and all of the hugs*

Uhm, I request a fic of either Seiner or Zemyx, on their fourth anniversary. All cuddles and lovings and happy happy times (or in the case of Seiner, badly disguised sap XD)

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 *all of the love*

[lucridlucifel.livejournal.com]

The month of September has been waaaay hectic for everyone. I'm wondering if the planet's aligned or something to explain the odd occurances.

[zenelly.livejournal.com]

Seriously, September is chaos month. *shakes head*

[lucridlucifel.livejournal.com]

I honestly wonder what deity or universal force we all incurred for this to happen?

[zenelly.livejournal.com]

Loki. Definitely Loki.

[lucridlucifel.livejournal.com]

Loki is punishing us for being in the month of mothereffing bleep-bleep September.

Sandbox fic (1/2)

[zenelly.livejournal.com]

There was a boy in his sandbox.

Seifer didn't recognize him, which was weird, because Seifer knew every kid in preschool. He knew all of them, and their parents too. But not this one. And this one didn't know that it was Seifer's sandbox. The little blonde boy grinned widely, tongue pushing reflexively into his cheek.

Time for some fun.

He stomped over to his sandbox, knocked his shoes against the sides loudly right before he jumped and landed-

-right in the middle of whatever the other boy had been making.

"Hey! Tha's not nice!" the other boy protested, and he glared up at Seifer, pouting.

"I'm not very nice. Now get out of my sandbox." Seifer said, and proceeded to completely wreck the rest of the mound of sand.

The time out was completely worth it for the look on the other kid's face.

* * *

“My name’s Hayner.”

Seifer patted down the sand on the top of his wall, forming the raised sides so his soldiers could walk between them and be safe. He looked up at the boy, same one from yesterday, and frowned. “I don’t care. My sandbox. Leave.”

“Miz Aeris says we have to share,” the blonde said smugly, and he sat down across from Seifer and started patting at the sand. “So there.”

“I dun care what Miss Aeris says!” Seifer snapped, and he closed his hand, knocking down part of his wall. Pouting, he started reforming it, pudgy hands clumping sand into the crack. “Go away!”

Hayner grinned widely and just kept making a lump in the sand. Seifer ignored him and made a better castle. Little twerp couldn’t even build properly. Hayner’s castle didn’t get much higher before they were called back inside, and Seifer made sure to step on it on his way out.

* * *

Seifer figured out, about a week later, that Hayner wasn’t even trying to build a castle.

“That’s not a dragon!” he argued, gesturing at the lump of sand. “Where’s its teeth? And its wings? That doesn’t look like a dragon!”

Hayner flushed and kept patting at the sand. “’s a work in pro-pro…” He frowned, tilting his head. “It’s not done yet.”

Seifer sighed and sat down next to him, digging up more sand. “Legs go here, right?”

Hayner looked at him curiously, brown eyes dark in the midday light. “Why’re you helping?”

“Castle’s gotta have SOMETHING to defend against, right?” Seifer snorted and kept working. “Imaginary armies can’t knock it down.”

“Oh.” Hayner thought about it for a second before nodding. “Yeah. Dragons are better.”

* * *

Two weeks later, and they were running around the entire playground, flying and breathing fire at each other.

“I hit you! I hit you!”

“No you didn’t,” Seifer yelled back at Hayner, arms outstretched as he ran even faster. “I’m dodging it, see?”

“No fair! I’m breathin’ fire, Seifer! I totally hit you!” Hayner shouted, and he stopped running, stomping his foot on the ground. “You’re cheating!”

Seifer stopped too and walked back towards him. “Oh don’t be a crybaby, chickenwuss! ‘S just a game!”

Ignoring him, Hayner stomped all the way over to the sandbox and sat down on the wooden rim, kicking idly at the sand, pouting. “I don’t care. Not fair. You can’t dodge fire.”

“Come on, just build a dragon or somethin’ an’ leave it alone,” Seifer just snorted and sat down too, starting to build his castle again with careful hands.

Hayner growled and knocked over the beginnings of the castle and stomped off.

Seifer sat back and watched him leave, and rubbed at his tearing eyes, because Hayner was stupid and boys didn’t cry about things like this.

Sandbox fic (2/2)

[zenelly.livejournal.com]

* * *

The next day, Seifer saw Hayner’s shadow on the ground before he heard his voice, sullen and slightly upset and saying, “Hey, Seifer. ‘M sorry. For kicking your castle over.”

He rolled his eyes and turned around. “Don’t be so upset. I made a new one.”

“Okay.” Hayner scuffed his foot on the ground and smiled up at Seifer, brown eyes wide and happy. “Wanna play Dragons, then?”

Seifer tried to hide his smile, but it was useless because his mouth just stretched across his face and the small knot of unease that had burrowed into his chest was finally gone. “Sure.”

And they were off, arms wide and short legs pounding against the ground.

* * *

“You’re leaving?”

Seifer looked up from tying his own shoes (like a big boy, because he was good like that), meeting Hayner’s eyes. “…Yeah, I’m movin’ up to Kindergarten.”

“Oh,” Hayner said sadly as he sat down next to Seifer. He scuffed the toe of his shoe on the ground and looked up at Seifer through his eyelashes. “…who’s gonna play Dragons with me now?”

“I dunno.” Seifer twisted the fingers of his hands, refusing to look up at Hayner. “Pence? Olette?”

“Olette?” Seifer saw Hayner wrinkle his nose out of the corner of his eyes. “But Olette’s a girl.” And Seifer had to laugh, coughing into his hand as he did. “No really, who can I play with now? Everyone else just plays tag or sits on the swings.”

With a shrug, Seifer crossed his legs, looked for his mom and dad in the afternoon light. Hayner scooted a little closer to him.

A second later, warmth was pressed against Seifer’s side as Hayner lay against him, cheek resting on Seifer’s shoulder. “Gonna miss you,” he said in a small voice.

Seifer swallowed hard, leaned his cheek against Hayner’s hair for a moment before he sat up again. “Yeah, me too.” You were fun, he didn’t say. You made this place fun. I’m not used to having friends.

“But we can be dragons later, right?”

Seifer looked down at the top of Hayner’s head and patted a stubby hand through his friend’s blond hair. “Duh, chickenwuss.”

Hayner pouted up at him and stood, and Seifer hadn’t realized how much he had grown because Hayner used to have been the same height as he was. And now, he was at least half a head shorter. “Don’t call me that,” the shorter blond muttered, but he was smiling anyway.

“Seifer!”

Looking outside, Seifer could see his mom smiling at him and waving him forward. He nodded to himself and grabbed his backpack, hoisting it up onto his shoulders as he took the first step towards her. Warm arms wrapped around him from the side, and Seifer couldn’t move, Hayner’s body tucked close against him for a few seconds before Hayner stepped back, sniffling.

“Bye, Seifer…”

Seifer snorted at him and hugged him back with one arm. He let go after only a few moments and rushed outside to his mom.

(As she drove back home, Seifer pressed his face to the window, seeing Hayner watching him from the doorway, and he didn’t look away until he couldn’t see Hayner at all. He kept looking after that and wondered why he felt sad.)

* * *

(Years later, they met again on the Struggle field, because Seifer and Hayner had gone to different schools, and Seifer only had a brief moment of wondering why Hayner’s eyes looked familiar before Hayner opened his mouth and Seifer was overcome with urge to beat the idiocy out of him, because this guy had to be the stupidest guy he had ever met.)

(It took a while longer and his mom showing up to practice one day for him to connect the dots between this brat and the little boy who used to play Dragons with him in the sandbox.)

(Seifer still wasn’t very nice.)

(Hayner still didn’t know how to get out of Seifer’s sandbox.)

Re: Sandbox fic (2/2)

[xtorchlightx.livejournal.com]

TwT That was absolutely precious!!!
Thank so much. <3 Favorite part was when they said goodbye and Seifer couldn't move for a bit. Blarg- so cute. Just got this big grin on and it won't go away.
Did you get those hugs?

Re: Sandbox fic (2/2)

[zenelly.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much!

And yes, yes I did. They were very good hugs, too.

[zenelly.livejournal.com]

((CONGRATULATIONS, I HAVE NO IDEA WHY, BUT THIS TURNED INTO A SILENCE IS GOLDEN FOLLOW-UP FOR SOME STRANGE REASON. HAVE FLUFF))


Shivering against his skin, a cool breeze danced across Demyx’s arms and torso, raising goose-bumps as it winded its way through the tall stalks of grass, threading between trees and rocks. With a sigh, Demyx sat down on the ridge.

“Enjoying yourself, Demyx?”

Demyx grinned over his shoulder at Zexion and gestured the shorter man nearer. “Not much has changed in four years, has it, Zexion?”

“Four and a half since we’ve been here,” Zexion corrected, but he still sat behind Demyx and wrapped his arms around the blond’s shoulders, breath puffing warm against his ear. “No, not much has changed.”
They were silent for a bit, looking out over the forested hills and valleys in the fading light. Lights from the city flickered on like fireflies in the distance, vague gold lights outlined in the dark. The day’s lazy haze of heat was being dispelled by the stiff breeze, and Demyx leaned comfortably back into his boyfriend’s arms.

A slight pause, a hitch of anticipatory breath. Demyx waited for Zexion to speak, still conversant in the slate-haired man’s silences even years after the need was gone.

“…When I first met you, I wanted you to go away.” Demyx started to protest, but was stalled by a hand over his mouth. He subsided with a grumble. “You talked too much. And I just wanted to be left alone. My aunt and uncle were never comfortable around me, so I was glad to be gone from there. But you were in the room, talking to me, and I…. I figured out later that I was actually grateful for your company.”

Demyx laid his head back on Zexion’s shoulder, nosing into the curve of his jaw and listening to the still slightly raspy voice of his lover.

A slightly calloused hand stroked his cheek before Zexion continued. “I loved listening to you spill your mind to me. Loved that you could trust me that much.”

“Well duh,” Demyx added, rolling his eyes. “I was completely in love with you. Had been since the first month we were there.”

“Shut up, Dem,” Zexion said fondly. “You remember how I was. Not speaking, barely any sort of interaction with people, irritable when there was. But not with you.” He let out a breath that ruffled the hairs on Demyx’s forehead, tickling his skin. “I just… You know what the first word I said was?”

Demyx blinked, eyelashes dragging against Zexion’s neck. “You laughed at me.”

A shake of his head. “No. When we came here the first time, I… I couldn’t sleep, so I came into your room to listen to your breathing. And I said your name. The first word I spoke was your name.”

Demyx processed that fact for a bit, turning it over in his head and trying to find an angle that didn’t make him want to squirm in glee. “Really?” he asked, and if his voice was slightly breathless, he didn’t think Zexion was paying enough attention to notice.

“Yes.”

“Mmmm, that’s sappy as fuck, Zexion.” Demyx laughed though, pulled Zexion’s arms tighter around him, kissed the soft skin of Zexion’s neck. And Zexion turned his face down for a kiss.

The light around them was almost completely gone except for the city’s bobbing firefly lights and the wind was picking up, but the heat of the day was still radiating from the rocks underneath them, and they were warm, so warm, and the quiet between them was perfectly formed and beautiful.