Fic: Various Request Fics
Nov. 11th, 2011 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zenellyTitle: Change
Pairing: None, Sora and Kairi Gen!fic
Disclaimer: KH = NOT MINE.
Dedications: to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
punjab_banks and the prompt "catching up"
Rating: PG
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"I still can't believe you forgot about me!" Sora laughed as he walked down the sidewalk, sun warm on his skin. He crossed his arms behind his head (just like old times), and turned around to keep his friend in view.
Kairi shook her head, a smile playing about her lips. "Oh please, Sora. I remembered. And besides, everyone else forgot too, not just me!" She nudged him with her shoulder, laughter hidden in her voice. The wind picked up, blowing her hair around haphazardly, and she reached up to tuck the deep auburn strands behind her ear. Sora let his gaze linger on the familiar curve of her face, his laughing smile softening to something else.
"No, but really, Kairi," he said in a much quieter tone, turning back around and slowing down his strides. "How have you been?"
It took a while for the girl to answer, the sounds of the island filling in the empty spaces with the breathing rush of the surf. Sora took the moment to stare at the sunset and clouds, reflected in the water that stretched endlessly away. "Pretty good, actually. Not a lot has changed. I mean," she laughed again, a tinkling waterfall of noise. "You haven't changed at all!"
Sora glanced to the side, his expression slipping into something almost melancholy. "Well, you told me not to, remember?" And he smiled, wide and bright, but Kairi only looked at him, knowing and kind, and she reached out to hold his hand.
"Now, what's this about you saving Riku again, because really, you'd think he'd know better than to get himself in trouble now," Kairi diverted the topic to something else. Sora answered, heart clenching in gratitude.
Some things never did change.
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Title: Fort
Pairing: AkuRoku
Disclaimer: KH = NOT MINE.
Dedications: totyra_amria and the prompt "Blankets
Rating: PG
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“Oh no, Axel. What have you done?” Roxas eyed the living room of his shared apartment with dismay, scanning the carnage that covered the area.
And in the middle of it all sat Axel, a wide, shit-eating grin on his face, some strands of hair stuck to his face and others sticking up in ways that even the redhead’s normal hairstyle didn’t allow. “I made a blanket fort!” he announced, smug.
Roxas stared at all the blankets that crisscrossed the room, taking off his backpack and letting it hit the floor with a heavy thud. “You’re kidding me, right? I have studying to do, three projects to work on, a paper due by the end of the week-”
“And that’s why I did it,” Axel interrupted, standing up and walking over to grab Roxas’s shoulders with warm hands, shaking him slightly. “You need a bit of a break. So, I made this, and we’re going to sit inside and talk and drink hot chocolate and possibly watch a bad movie. Because you’re stressed. Okay? Okay, good. Get in.” He started gently pushing the blond towards the fort’s opening.
Trying vainly to get free, Roxas complained, “Oh come on, Axel, this isn’t a good idea!! Just let me go already!!!”
But it was no use. Roxas was shoved inside the fort and was almost immediately blocked from going out again by Axel’s lanky body. A mug was pushed insistently into his hands, and he was tugged into a pile of free pillows.
“Now,” Axel chided cheerfully, “don’t try and fight this. Just enjoy it. What do you want to start with, Aliens or Twilight Rifftrax?”
An hour later, Roxas was leaning against Axel’s warm body, mug empty and eyes heavy. Axel reached around to pull a blanket over the smaller boy, but was stopped by Roxas’s hands on his face.
“Thank you. I needed this,” the blond murmured sleepily, leaning up to kiss the corner of Axel’s mouth before slumping against Axel’s shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.
Axel only smiled, settling in for a good nap. “You’re welcome, love.”
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Title: Threads
Pairing: SoRiku
Disclaimer: KH = NOT MINE.
Dedications: tomishiru_shi and the prompt "Mickey's Magic"
Rating: PG
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The threads between them were as thick as a web, shining and glowing and never-ending. Brightly they shone, like strands of starlight and moonlight braided together. Mickey stared and wondered. Wondered how no one else could see it. It was apparent, bleeding and obvious, to him. They were bound together by ties that could not be easily severed, ties that were strong and everlasting.
He traced the lines to Sora, the tip of his nose twitching. The brunet boy sat, oblivious, on the sandy beach, swinging his feet idly into the surf. The sky and sea were reflected in his eyes, and the sound of his laughter swirled in the air like iridescent, shimmering music caught in the wind.
The other end of the line was firmly anchored in Riku's sternum, and the king watched as Sora's laughter lit up the threads that bound them. Riku's smile was easy as he joked with his friend, and his eyes were only for his light in the darkness, his sky, his Sora. It was remarkable, really, that they hadn't noticed. Blind of them, but remarkable.
Mickey stood to the side of them, not wanting to interfere with the web of connections the two had. He tilted his head, examining the colors and textures of the vibrant cords. So many. So many meanings were interwoven there.
There, the red meant that they had hurt each other.
There, the silver meant that they were someone the other depended on without question.
There, the blue meant they had saved each other's lives.
And there, the shade that was and wasn't a color.
Mickey had sucked in his breath when he had seen that for the first time, flickering and diving between all the other colors. Because that particular shade....
They were bound. They were meant to be in a way that just meant that they were always going to be together.
And so far, they hadn't noticed.
(Seeing these things had always been a talent of Mickey's. Who was to blame him if he made it stronger with his magic sometimes to understand people better?)
With a quiet tap of his Keyblade against the ground, and a softly whispered spell, Mickey turned around and began his long journey home. Hopefully now, they too would sense their connection. Hopefully, they would be braided together. Inseparable. Intertwined.
One and the same, whole and broken and complete.
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Title: Live a Little
Pairing: Zemyx
Disclaimer: KH = NOT MINE.
Dedications: tochocobo_cloud and the prompt "Summer is coming
Rating: PG
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"It's always 'Winter is coming, winter is coming' with those books you're reading, Zexy! Winter's always coming! Winter is just on the constant verge of orgasm, okay? Summer is coming right now! Put down the book and live a little!"
Zexion lowered his book slightly, slanting a stare at Demyx over the edge of his glasses. The blond practically vibrated where he was sitting, hands clenched eagerly on the edge of the chair. "Demyx, I know summer's coming. It's May, after all." He raised his book again and settled deeper into his chair, muttering almost self-consciously, "Besides, the next book in this series come out in July. I am well aware of what season it is."
Shaking his head fondly, Demyx sighed. "That's not my point, Zexion~! The sun is shining! The sky is clear! We live fifteen minutes from the beach! The beach, Zexy!" He threw his arms out like he was going to encompass the world.
"That would explain your outfit, then." Zexion set his book in his lap this time, holding place with one finger as he eyed his boyfriend. Demyx grinned at him, shirtless and gleaming softly with recently applied sunscreen. His favorite blue and white board shorts were slung low on his hips, accentuating the graceful curve of his spine, and his sandaled feet tapped out complicated rhythms in five-four time on the floor.
(Zexion really only knew that it was five-four because Demyx had told him so once, and he recognized the pattern.)
Standing with a grand flourish, Demyx strode over to their glass door, opening it to enjoy the sunlight. "Come on, Zexy, please? It wouldn't be that difficult…" he pleaded, tilting his head up to the rays shining on him like a flower.
"Please what?"
"Can you put down the book and go to the beach with me? For the whole afternoon? Play in the waves and enjoy the sunset and eat some ice cream and listen to me sing radio songs and come home eventually knowing that all of the sheets are going to get sand in them no matter how careful we are about not tracking sand in?"
Zexion looked at Demyx, glowing in the sunlight and still smiling at him.
And he sighed a little, bookmarking the page he was on. He tucked his glasses into his shirt and hoisted himself out of his comfortable chair. "I suppose I should get dressed appropriately," he murmured, smiling to himself when Demyx squealed like an excitable little girl and swarmed him with hugs and kisses. It wouldn't do to stay inside all summer.
After all, summer was coming.
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Pairing: None, Sora and Kairi Gen!fic
Disclaimer: KH = NOT MINE.
Dedications: to
punjab_banks and the prompt "catching up"Rating: PG
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"I still can't believe you forgot about me!" Sora laughed as he walked down the sidewalk, sun warm on his skin. He crossed his arms behind his head (just like old times), and turned around to keep his friend in view.
Kairi shook her head, a smile playing about her lips. "Oh please, Sora. I remembered. And besides, everyone else forgot too, not just me!" She nudged him with her shoulder, laughter hidden in her voice. The wind picked up, blowing her hair around haphazardly, and she reached up to tuck the deep auburn strands behind her ear. Sora let his gaze linger on the familiar curve of her face, his laughing smile softening to something else.
"No, but really, Kairi," he said in a much quieter tone, turning back around and slowing down his strides. "How have you been?"
It took a while for the girl to answer, the sounds of the island filling in the empty spaces with the breathing rush of the surf. Sora took the moment to stare at the sunset and clouds, reflected in the water that stretched endlessly away. "Pretty good, actually. Not a lot has changed. I mean," she laughed again, a tinkling waterfall of noise. "You haven't changed at all!"
Sora glanced to the side, his expression slipping into something almost melancholy. "Well, you told me not to, remember?" And he smiled, wide and bright, but Kairi only looked at him, knowing and kind, and she reached out to hold his hand.
"Now, what's this about you saving Riku again, because really, you'd think he'd know better than to get himself in trouble now," Kairi diverted the topic to something else. Sora answered, heart clenching in gratitude.
Some things never did change.
* * *
Title: Fort
Pairing: AkuRoku
Disclaimer: KH = NOT MINE.
Dedications: to
tyra_amria and the prompt "BlanketsRating: PG
* * *
“Oh no, Axel. What have you done?” Roxas eyed the living room of his shared apartment with dismay, scanning the carnage that covered the area.
And in the middle of it all sat Axel, a wide, shit-eating grin on his face, some strands of hair stuck to his face and others sticking up in ways that even the redhead’s normal hairstyle didn’t allow. “I made a blanket fort!” he announced, smug.
Roxas stared at all the blankets that crisscrossed the room, taking off his backpack and letting it hit the floor with a heavy thud. “You’re kidding me, right? I have studying to do, three projects to work on, a paper due by the end of the week-”
“And that’s why I did it,” Axel interrupted, standing up and walking over to grab Roxas’s shoulders with warm hands, shaking him slightly. “You need a bit of a break. So, I made this, and we’re going to sit inside and talk and drink hot chocolate and possibly watch a bad movie. Because you’re stressed. Okay? Okay, good. Get in.” He started gently pushing the blond towards the fort’s opening.
Trying vainly to get free, Roxas complained, “Oh come on, Axel, this isn’t a good idea!! Just let me go already!!!”
But it was no use. Roxas was shoved inside the fort and was almost immediately blocked from going out again by Axel’s lanky body. A mug was pushed insistently into his hands, and he was tugged into a pile of free pillows.
“Now,” Axel chided cheerfully, “don’t try and fight this. Just enjoy it. What do you want to start with, Aliens or Twilight Rifftrax?”
An hour later, Roxas was leaning against Axel’s warm body, mug empty and eyes heavy. Axel reached around to pull a blanket over the smaller boy, but was stopped by Roxas’s hands on his face.
“Thank you. I needed this,” the blond murmured sleepily, leaning up to kiss the corner of Axel’s mouth before slumping against Axel’s shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.
Axel only smiled, settling in for a good nap. “You’re welcome, love.”
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Title: Threads
Pairing: SoRiku
Disclaimer: KH = NOT MINE.
Dedications: to
mishiru_shi and the prompt "Mickey's Magic"Rating: PG
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The threads between them were as thick as a web, shining and glowing and never-ending. Brightly they shone, like strands of starlight and moonlight braided together. Mickey stared and wondered. Wondered how no one else could see it. It was apparent, bleeding and obvious, to him. They were bound together by ties that could not be easily severed, ties that were strong and everlasting.
He traced the lines to Sora, the tip of his nose twitching. The brunet boy sat, oblivious, on the sandy beach, swinging his feet idly into the surf. The sky and sea were reflected in his eyes, and the sound of his laughter swirled in the air like iridescent, shimmering music caught in the wind.
The other end of the line was firmly anchored in Riku's sternum, and the king watched as Sora's laughter lit up the threads that bound them. Riku's smile was easy as he joked with his friend, and his eyes were only for his light in the darkness, his sky, his Sora. It was remarkable, really, that they hadn't noticed. Blind of them, but remarkable.
Mickey stood to the side of them, not wanting to interfere with the web of connections the two had. He tilted his head, examining the colors and textures of the vibrant cords. So many. So many meanings were interwoven there.
There, the red meant that they had hurt each other.
There, the silver meant that they were someone the other depended on without question.
There, the blue meant they had saved each other's lives.
And there, the shade that was and wasn't a color.
Mickey had sucked in his breath when he had seen that for the first time, flickering and diving between all the other colors. Because that particular shade....
They were bound. They were meant to be in a way that just meant that they were always going to be together.
And so far, they hadn't noticed.
(Seeing these things had always been a talent of Mickey's. Who was to blame him if he made it stronger with his magic sometimes to understand people better?)
With a quiet tap of his Keyblade against the ground, and a softly whispered spell, Mickey turned around and began his long journey home. Hopefully now, they too would sense their connection. Hopefully, they would be braided together. Inseparable. Intertwined.
One and the same, whole and broken and complete.
* * *
Title: Live a Little
Pairing: Zemyx
Disclaimer: KH = NOT MINE.
Dedications: to
chocobo_cloud and the prompt "Summer is comingRating: PG
* * *
"It's always 'Winter is coming, winter is coming' with those books you're reading, Zexy! Winter's always coming! Winter is just on the constant verge of orgasm, okay? Summer is coming right now! Put down the book and live a little!"
Zexion lowered his book slightly, slanting a stare at Demyx over the edge of his glasses. The blond practically vibrated where he was sitting, hands clenched eagerly on the edge of the chair. "Demyx, I know summer's coming. It's May, after all." He raised his book again and settled deeper into his chair, muttering almost self-consciously, "Besides, the next book in this series come out in July. I am well aware of what season it is."
Shaking his head fondly, Demyx sighed. "That's not my point, Zexion~! The sun is shining! The sky is clear! We live fifteen minutes from the beach! The beach, Zexy!" He threw his arms out like he was going to encompass the world.
"That would explain your outfit, then." Zexion set his book in his lap this time, holding place with one finger as he eyed his boyfriend. Demyx grinned at him, shirtless and gleaming softly with recently applied sunscreen. His favorite blue and white board shorts were slung low on his hips, accentuating the graceful curve of his spine, and his sandaled feet tapped out complicated rhythms in five-four time on the floor.
(Zexion really only knew that it was five-four because Demyx had told him so once, and he recognized the pattern.)
Standing with a grand flourish, Demyx strode over to their glass door, opening it to enjoy the sunlight. "Come on, Zexy, please? It wouldn't be that difficult…" he pleaded, tilting his head up to the rays shining on him like a flower.
"Please what?"
"Can you put down the book and go to the beach with me? For the whole afternoon? Play in the waves and enjoy the sunset and eat some ice cream and listen to me sing radio songs and come home eventually knowing that all of the sheets are going to get sand in them no matter how careful we are about not tracking sand in?"
Zexion looked at Demyx, glowing in the sunlight and still smiling at him.
And he sighed a little, bookmarking the page he was on. He tucked his glasses into his shirt and hoisted himself out of his comfortable chair. "I suppose I should get dressed appropriately," he murmured, smiling to himself when Demyx squealed like an excitable little girl and swarmed him with hugs and kisses. It wouldn't do to stay inside all summer.
After all, summer was coming.
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Date: 2011-11-12 11:09 am (UTC)But, ugh, I love it. (Duh, normal.)
Especially the Roxas needing some form of relief and the ties with Sora and Riku. ;u; (or maybe I am biased...)
... Sadly though, these stories made me feel like I need to find myself a partner HAHAHAHA.
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Date: 2011-11-12 07:32 pm (UTC)*hearts* Roxas is the sort of person to stress out over everything and Sora and Riku are totally space-married.
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Date: 2011-11-12 08:18 pm (UTC)I specifically like winter's perpetual orgasm denial, poor season must have blue balls like woah.
And the blanket fort, because Axel would.
<3<3<3<3<3
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Date: 2011-11-12 08:22 pm (UTC)Axel would, and Demyx would, and I DON'T KNOW WHO DOESN'T LIKE BLANKET FORTS.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-13 06:50 pm (UTC)That I have to rewrite.
*siiiigh*
But thank you!