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atomic-taco-muffin · 3 years

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Hey there! Keep up the good work!

Can I ask for an another KH boys request? I seriously can't get enough(I probably need help😂). The reader is depressed and has been mentally drained for a long time. The reader later reveals about not feeling to live anymore because of depression(and maybe anxiety too, if you wanna add). I really need some comfort as I'm going through the same situation right now😔.

Awww, I’m sorry that you feel like that. I’ve been there. It sucks! I actually have a emotional support dog that helps me with my depression. I have other ways of helping, but my dog is the most helpful. Anyways, here ya go!

KH Boys Reacting To You Being Depressed

Warnings: angst, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, why aren’t they real?!

Sora:

You’ve been feeling depressed for over a month now and no one has shown any sympathy for you. They didn’t even know you were depressed. But Sora knew that you weren’t your usual self. He decided that he was going to make you a care package having your favorite foods, books that you’ve been dying to read, and a whole bunch of stuff. He headed to your place, making sure that he didn’t drop anything or forgot anything. He knocked on your door and waited for you to open it.

“Baby? You here? Hmm, their lights are on. And their doors unlocked. Where are they?” Sora asked. Sora looked around your house, trying to find you. He saw that the bathroom door was closed.

“Baby? You in here?” Sora asked. He opened the door and saw you sitting on the bathroom floor with your arms cut.

“Baby! What happened? Talk to me.” he said. You said nothing but looked at his necklace. Sora helped clean your arms and gently placed you on his lap while he stroke your hair. You soon told him that you’ve been feeling depressed and that you feel like you don’t deserve to be alive.

“Baby, you deserve to be alive. You have all these friends that care about you including me. If you died, I don’t know what I would do without you. You mean the world to me.” You started to cry and buried your face in his shirt. Sora gently shushed you and stayed with you until you calmed down. He then took you to bed and cuddled you while giving you your care package.

Riku:

Riku knew that you were depressed from the first symptom you had. He didn’t want to pressure you into telling him what was wrong but he needed to know why you’ve been feeling like this. He went to your house and saw how you were lying on the couch and staring into space.

“Hey, bunny. You okay?” he asked. You didn’t say anything. He walked closer and sat down next to you. He moved a piece of you hair (if you have short hair you can ignore that part) and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. You looked at him, your eyes showing no emotion.

“Bunny, what’s going on? You’ve been acting different lately and I want to make sure it’s nothing serious.” You told him that you’ve been feeling numb and how you wished that you went to bed and never wake up.

“Bunny. How long have you been feeling like this?”

“A couple of weeks.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought that you wouldn’t care.”

“Bunny I do care. I care a lot about you. We all do. I know what it feels like to feel depressed but you have your whole life ahead of you. You’ll get through this. I know you will.”

“Thanks, Riku.”

“Anything for my bunny.”

Vanitas:

why are all the good gifs on the tumblr app?

Vanitas was sort of pissed when he found out what’s been going on with you. But he wanted to hear from you. He stormed into your room and demanded to know what was wrong with you.

“Alright, you’ve been acting weird and I want to know. Do I have to kill somebody or what?” You told him that you’ve been feeling overwhelmed and it caused you to go into a state of depression. He gets it honestly. Being trapped in world of numbness, feeling like people don’t care about you.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, babe?”

“I thought that you wouldn’t care. That you would brush it off like you do with everything else.”

“Babe. I care. I care so fucking much. I know that I’m not the best boyfriend but I do love you. Why else would I come to figure out what was wrong?”

“Thanks Vani. I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.”

Terra:

It took a while for Terra to figure out that there was something going on with you. But once he did, he went to go do everything that he thought would make you feel better. When they didn’t work, his last hope was looking at the stars.

“What’s going on, babycakes? I know something’s up. You can tell me.” he said. You soon confessed about your depression and how you wanted it to all end.

“Baby, it’ll be okay. You got me, your friends, everyone. I know it seems hard right now, but you’ll get through this. I know you will. It’ll take some time though. But don’t worry, I’ll be right here to support you.”

“Thanks, Ters. You’re the best.”

“I try my best.” He pulled you close and gave you a kiss on the head.

Ventus:

why did i choose this one?😭

Ven knew something was off but he couldn’t figure out what. He decided that he was going to ask you nicely. He went up to your room and knocked gently on the door.

“Butterfly, can I come in?” You opened the door and looked at him with a very tired look.

“Butterfly? Are you okay?” You shook your head no and hugged him. he hugged you back and rubbed your back.

“Can you tell me what’s going on. I hate seeing you like this.” You told Ven how you’ve been feeling depressed lately and wished things would end.

“Aww, butterfly. That sucks! Is there anything I can do?”

“Can you hold me for right now?”

“Sure. Let’s go cuddle.”

Axel:

Axel returned home from a mission one day and saw you laying on the couch, not touching the food you made for yourself. He set his stuff down and sat next you.

“Hey firecracker. You okay?” You mumbled a yes and continued to play with your food.

“You sure? You’ve been playing with your food for a while now and I’m sure that it’s cold now.” You set your fork down and buried your face into a pillow. Axel heard you sniffling and knew that you were crying.

“Aww, firecracker. I didn’t mean to make you cry. C’mere.” Axel gently picked you up and held you close.

“What’s going on? I’m sure that I can help.” You told him that you wanted to end your existence because of how overwhelmed you feel.

“It’s gonna be okay. I know it seems overwhelming right now, but you’ll get through this. You have me to help you.”

“Thanks Axel.”

“Anytime. Wanna go take a bath with me?” You nodded and you two went to go take a bath.

Roxas:

Roxas was confused when he heard that you were depressed but he was willing to learn. He asked you what it meant to be depressed and you gave him an answer.

“I’m sorry that you feel like that. Is there anything I can do?”

“Can you just hold me, please?”

“Of course. Do you want something to eat as well?” You shook your head.

“Okay.” He laid down and wrapped his arms around you and you two took a nap together.

#kingdom hearts #kingdomhearts #kingdom hearts imagine #kingdom hearts x reader #kingdomhearts x reader #kingdomhearts imagines #kingdomhearts+imagines #kingdomhearts+x+reader #kingdom+hearts+x+reader #kingdom+hearts+imagines

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aliceslantern · 3 years

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Give/Take, a Kingdom Hearts fanfic, chapter 11

Ienzo has been too busy since the war to be overwhelmed by the past. But with little progress to be made in his work with Kairi, old nightmares start to invade.

Riku is a glorified housesitter. Lonely and faced with no choice but to wait for a way to find his friends, he eagerly accepts when Ienzo asks him to help do repairs around the castle. Before long, the two strike up an unlikely friendship, united by their dark pasts and their attempts to be better people.

But just as they begin to consider something more... Kairi wakes up.

Ienzoku (Ienzo/Riku), post-Melody of Memory, slow burn. Updates Thursdays until it's done.

Chapter summary: On their first night on the islands, Ienzo and Riku can't sleep. Some truths come to light.

Read it on FF.net/on AO3

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Ienzo only slept heavily for about an hour or two. He woke, disoriented, in the dark, because the texture of his bed was wrong and also in the wrong direction. He was also desperate to pee, which was definitely what had woken him up, and he cursed his decision to try to rehydrate immediately before sleeping.

The room wasn’t quite dark even at night, moonlight pouring through the curtains next to Riku’s bed. He made his way over to the bathroom as quietly as he could, took care of it, and inched his way back, wincing when the spring in the sofa creaked loudly.

He vainly hoped he would be able to fall asleep soon after, but that proved not to be the case. His body was still on Radiant Garden time, after all, and there it was probably early morning. The sofa was comfortable enough, but it was also foreign.

All of this was foreign.

Cars. TVs. The food, the etiquette, the homes.

The family.

He looked up at the ceiling. It was also hot in here, and even under the one sheet he was sweating. Seeing Riku’s family, his very normal, loving parents and his very normal, loving life--

Ienzo had not realized just how abnormal his own life was until that moment. He hadn’t internalized it. He could’ve had something like that, his own parents embarrassingly ribbing him about bringing home a new partner, and welcoming them with open arms. Instead, he’d had Ansem, loving but ultimately too busy to provide what he needed, and Even, who similarly showed his care through being strict and unyielding. And the others, who hadn’t sat him down and showed him right from wrong, who let him do those awful things because he was so “brilliant”.

He realized he was quite angry, and equally, quite sad. Who would I have been if I were normal? Was Ansem right, that not all of this was his fault?

His mind was spinning too hard to let him fall back to sleep, and it was too hot in here, and honestly he felt a little bit sick to his stomach. The food had all been delicious, but it was richer than what Ienzo was used to, and didn’t sit right. He was aware of time passing in that strange way it did when one was unable to sleep, and gradually, he became aware of Riku, also tossing and turning on his bed.

Possibly he was a bit jet-lagged as well.

Ienzo sat up slowly.

Riku blinked wearily. “Sorry, did I wake you?” he asked.

“No, I was up. It’s morning according to my body.” He offered a smile. “That, and I’m not very good at this “sleeping” thing.”

“Me either,” Riku said. “I never really was.”

“I didn’t know you had insomnia,” he said.

“Sometimes I can’t stop thinking, even if I’m so tired I’m sore.”

“Me either.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Normalcy.”

Riku sat up. He patted the bed next to him. “No point in us shouting at each other across the room if neither of us is going to sleep.”

“...Right.” Ienzo crossed the room and sat at the foot of the bed. The mattress was a bit firm. He pulled his legs up under him and hoped his scar wasn’t obvious in this light. “That, and it still feels quite warm to me.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Riku summoned some magic in his palms and threw a blizzard spell into the room, immediately making it ten times more comfortable. “That should last a few hours. I’m used to it here, I can’t tell if you’re overheating.”

“Better,” he said. “Thank you.”

“...You were talking about normalcy?”

“Ah. Right.” He swallowed. “I… didn’t grow up like you, in a house with parents who twitter over my every need. Perhaps to you it feels overbearing… but for the first time I’m thinking about what I might have missed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. No, I think these are thoughts I need to have,” he said. “For so long I was convinced that the things I had done were my fault and my fault alone. But if I had been allowed to grow up normally…”

“Would you have made those same decisions?” Riku asked softly. “Right.”

“So I think the change of scenery will be helpful. ...And your mother’s cooking will make me quite fat.”

He chuckled, but then his expression darkened. “I mean, I grew up normally, but I still did what I did.”

Ienzo bit his lip, cursing his lack of tact. “You also had a heart of darkness stoking you, though. If it had not encouraged you--”

“It’s okay, Ienzo. I accept I’ve made those mistakes. I’m… not okay with it, but I’m moving on.” He smiled.

“Seems I’m a few steps behind you.”

“It’s not a race.”

“I guess not.” There were a few beats of silence, but they were companionable.

“Have you ever thought about leaving Radiant Garden?” Riku asked. “Or even that castle?”

His eyebrows rose.

“You know, get a place of your own? Learn to be a person?”

“Well I… I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I still have to… figure out how to atone.”

“Maybe learning how to be your own person can help that more than just looking for busywork to do in the castle.”

Ienzo did not know how to process that thought.

“Sorry if that was overstepping.”

“It wasn’t,” he said, looking at his moonlight-stained hands. “It just… never occurred to me that was something I can do. That that would help. But… I think you’re right.”

“Maybe I am.”

Ienzo nodded slowly.

The conversation drifted from there, as Ienzo pondered that thought, to the things they might do tomorrow, the people they might see, once the hour was decent. Riku thought a simpler day of going around town might be better, as they were both jet-lagged and sure to be exhausted. Somehow, someway… the conversation became a hum, became nothing, and suddenly Ienzo was waking up.

In Riku’s bed. Curled up next to him, actually.

He jerked a little, scrambling to give him personal space, but the quick movement only woke him. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to--”

He blinked, fuzzy, some of his hair having pulled out of his braid in the night. “Were you--”

“I fell asleep. On top of you. I don’t remember how--” He hadn’t deliberately oriented himself that way.

“When you were half asleep I tried to get you to lay down. But I was also half asleep, so I didn’t realize I put you next to me,” he said. “I might’ve accidentally cuddled you in the night. I’m sorry. Did that cross a line?”

“No,” he said. Thinking about it, it was like some pain had eased in him, just slightly. He had to get used to being touched. “No, I… I think I liked it.”

He looked a bit sheepish. “To be fair, we’re both awake now. You can see if you actually do.”

Ienzo flushed. “You’re a softie, aren’t you?”

“...Maybe.”

Ienzo eased a little closer to him and Riku pulled him close. He rested his head against Riku’s neck, his heart beating fast. People did this all the time, he reminded himself. It took a beat too long for him to actually relax into the embrace, the gentle comfort of it. He wasn’t used to this, the contact, another body so close to his. Almost tentatively, Riku reached up to stroke his hair, and Ienzo shuddered.

“Is that too much?”

“It feels good,” he admitted, almost embarrassed. He let his eyes fall shut, and gradually the shaking stopped. He hoped Riku’s hand didn’t stray lower than his scalp, lest he accidentally touch the scar and realize. Ienzo knew it was only a matter of time, but aside from collared shirts he had no way of hiding it--chokers were an absolute no . Or if his hips pressed a little harder against Ienzo’s he’d also be able to guess at that situation. But as much as Ienzo tried to will himself to put distance between them, he couldn’t. He was so tired of holding everyone at arm’s length. Ienzo wrapped an arm around his waist.

They held each other for a long time, long enough for him to stop feeling anxious and to start feeling sleepy. Riku kissed the part of his hair. Slowly, Ienzo looked up. He wasn’t sure which of them moved first or if it mattered. They were kissing, gently, unhurriedly, flooding Ienzo with warmth. Riku’s grip on him tightened.

Oh.

This felt different, too, than the kisses they’d had in the past. It was a bit less timid, a bit hotter , and the attraction Ienzo felt for him, long compartmentalized, came bleeding out. He kissed Riku back harder, felt him respond equally, a small sound catching in his throat, a sound that gave Ienzo a totally new thrill. This was new, this was unexplored, but for once the sensation overwhelming him was a positive one. He felt electric, he felt--

Turned on?

As soon as his attention was drawn to that part of his body, Ienzo’s joy was dented by an unpleasant wave of dysphoria. It wouldn’t be fair, wouldn’t be right , to lead him on only to bait and switch what would be used --he pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” Riku asked. “Did I push you too far?”

Ienzo sat up and wrapped his arms around himself. He hated that he could still feel it, almost a throbbing -- “No,” he said. “No, I liked it.”

“So... what happened?”

He took a deep breath. “I have to tell you something.”

He frowned, his face tight with concern.

“I… I’m…” So much for eloquence. “Transgender?”

“Oh,” he said, utterly nonplussed. “Alright. Cool.”

“And…” He realized he was curled up, cupping his throat. “For the… for the most part medicine and magic made me comfortable with myself, but… this is uncharted territory, and the… transformation was… not complete in that sense, if you catch my drift, I was told it could be imperfect--” He was babbling, not at all the measured way he’d hoped to confess this.

He turned towards him. “I… think I do, yeah.”

“I didn’t realize feeling things would cause me discomfort.”

“Physically? Ienzo, we don’t have to get physical.” He cocked his head. “Like, it’s fine.”

“I know so little about how it actually feels,” he mumbled. “I… like this, I don’t want to stop, but I feel like… you should know.”

He took Ienzo’s hand. “Thank you,” he said. “It’s okay with me. It’s all okay.”

“You’re not…” He forced himself to spit out “disgusted.”

“No.” He furrowed his brows. “Why… why would I be?”

“Expecting one thing and getting another,” he said, his face on fire.

Riku blinked. “I can’t pretend I understand what your experience has been like,” he said. “But being with someone has been new to both of us. I want both of us to… feel good, and be comfortable. You being like this doesn’t change anything.”

“Oh,” Ienzo said, and he realized he was relieved more than anything. “Yes.”

“I mean, if the same were true for me, you wouldn’t think anything wrong with it, right?”

“That’s true.”

“Exactly.” He pulled his legs up under him. “Can I ask you a few questions?”

He tried to unfurl. “...Alright.”

“When did you know?”

“I was quite small. Before, even, I was adopted by Ansem. That name and pronouns just felt… wrong. Along with all the feminine stereotypes. Ansem let me transition, socially, legally, when I was just six years old. So for the most part the dysphoria stays fairly quiet.”

“You said something about it being… imperfect?”

The blush returned. “The recovery would’ve been grueling and there’s no guarantee there would be… full sensation.”

“ Oh." He also turned red. "Sorry if that was too personal.”

“No, it’s okay. You’re just curious.” He cleared his throat. “I have to admit it seems to be a fairly personal choice for all trans people.”

“Have you… met anyone else?”

Ienzo thought. “I can’t say I have,” he admitted. “Then again, quite literally, I do not know many people in general. You’re one of the only people my age I have a consistent relationship with.”

Riku was silent for a moment, then, reddening further, “I’m sorry, but that means it’s… is it possible for you to-- um… have a, have a baby?”

Ienzo blinked. He knew why Riku was asking him this. “Well, the odds are incredibly, incredibly slim. I’d say less than one percent.”

“Got it. Sorry.”

“No, it’s… it’s a good thing to know.” He lowered his hand from his throat at last. The morning sun was slowly getting brighter.

Riku laughed once, awkwardly, and Ienzo did too, the worst of the tension slowly fading. But then… he saw Riku starting at his throat, his head slightly cocked. “What’s--”

A stab of anxiety made it hard to breathe. Well, better to rip off the bandaid all at once. “A scar.” He leaned a little into the light, to let him see it. Nobody had seen this before.

“From--” His eyes widened. “Oh. Oh no. Oh.”

Ienzo swallowed, feeling a painful lump.

“He--” He took a shocked breath. “He did that to you?”

“Yes,” Ienzo said slowly.

“No wonder you were so scared. No wonder…”

“I’m alright now. More or less.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. Not at all.” Riku looked horrified. Ienzo knew what the scar looked like it implied. “It was the darkness that caused the scarring. Not… the act itself.”

He shook his head.

Ienzo cleared his throat. “Those are all the secrets I have for today.” He tried to smile.

Riku seemed to gather himself. “Of course yeah. Um. You hungry? You want… coffee?”

“Coffee sounds… very good.”

#give/take #ienzoku #ienzo/riku #ienzo #riku #ienzo is trans

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darkfromday · 4 years

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because Naminé deserved the chance to save more than just Terra, damn it.

This was written before I’d beaten any of Limit Cut, but now that the secret boss is slinging me into the walls and ceiling, can confirm that it’s March and I still want more agency for my artist witch.

(oh yeah, and happy first anniversary to Kingdom Hearts 3~!)

For a year, Naminé hasn't been able to draw.

It isn't for a lack of trying. She has carried her sketchbook around everywhere, felt it rub and chafe against her forearm consistently month after month; her favorite pencil dangles expectantly behind her ear. There are colored pencils and crayons littering the bottom of the checkered plaid bag that Isa and Lea bought for her, ready and waiting to serve her. She scrolls through the Gummiphone that Roxas gave her, lingering on photos of the one she wants to draw most. But inspiration doesn't strike her—not anywhere or at any time.

It's been this way since Sora disappeared.

Xion calls it art block. As a collector of seashells, she says she's had times since the battle against Master Xehanort where she doesn't go to the beach at all, because she's too sad to leave her bed, or because she just can't think of what she'd like to make with any shells she did collect. She's also said that being around any of her friends helps the feeling go away over time, but it's still the most terrifying thing Naminé has heard since she woke up in her new body.

All she is is her art, you see. She doesn't know what to do without it.

The drawings are also a link to Sora. When he first vanished from the islands, she had run to Radiant Garden and bought all the paper and pencils she could afford with what little munny she had, and sat up for hours and hours drawing the boy who had saved her life years before. Most of it ended up crumpled up, torn up, or snapped in half before the week was out, because it didn't show her anything at all. In her messy, dull sketches there was no sign of her friend—no sign that he was still alive.

Soon, she stopped being able to draw anything at all.

She denied it at first, but now she knows—so long as Sora remains missing, so too will her spark. And she must get it back, or none of them may ever get him back.

-kh-

Naminé falls into a routine.

She lives in Twilight Town, but spends very little of her time there beyond sleeping and waking. Every morning she gets up, dresses in something flowy and colorful, and hitches a ride on the nearest gummi ship to the Destiny Islands. It doesn't take long from there to sail from the islands where the Keyblade wielders gather to play to the larger isles where most of the citizens live. From there, she sneaks into Sora's old house and sits in his room, trying to trace him from the place he had lived for fourteen years.

When that doesn't bring her any inspiration, she returns to the other island and calls Ventus' Gummiphone to get an update on whether he, Aqua and Terra have found any signs of their friend in the Realm of Darkness.

When Ven tells her yet again that there is no sign of Sora yet, she thanks him politely and makes sure to hang up before screaming into the walls of the quiet shack she's crouched in.

And once the noise has died down, she sheepishly emerges from the shack and walks across the bridge to Riku's favorite island, where she will find him and Kairi cuddling for comfort on the wide palm tree.

The sight always inspires sympathy. Kairi and Riku have always been close, but it would be illogical not to acknowledge that Sora has been the bridge connecting them for a long time. The three of them together are a force of nature, and any sign of trouble coming for one member reliably inspires angry retribution from the other two. Now Sora has been cut away from them—so in desperation, in grief, the remaining two friends cling to each other.

"Hi," Naminé always says when she arrives, and once she has announced herself she is invited to join the quiet mourning party.

The past year has taught her that Riku's embrace is cool and Kairi's is very, very warm. She has sat on either side of them before, but sometimes they will sandwich her in, taking each of her hands and letting her pencils and sketchbooks tumble to the sand below. Sometimes Kairi strokes her hand, or Riku shares memories of the three of them as children from the island—the memories that Naminé had stolen and altered not so long ago. Inevitably one of them will ask her how the search is going, if anything new has come up, if she has been able to draw something that might shed a light on where Sora might be. Naminé responds with negatives every single day, but neither of them seem to hold it against her. In fact, Riku and Kairi insist that she's not to blame, that nothing is riding only on her, and that she's just part of a much greater effort that will find their friend someday.

That's actually the only time she feels safe succumbing to tears.

-kh-

The day that things change starts the same.

Mostly.

Naminé gets up, makes her bed, and hurries so she might catch the train to Yen Sid's tower. On the way, a boy she's never met offers her some sea-salt ice cream; she thinks of her friends and accepts it with a rare smile. When Ienzo drops her off on the Destiny Islands, a strange pull she's never felt before sends her towards the Secret Place Kairi showed her once, rather than to the bigger islands and back. When she makes it to the end of the stone path, Riku and Kairi are standing next to the door and waiting for her.

"There's always been something weird about this door," Riku says. "And even now that we know it leads to the Realm of Darkness, it's never stopped feeling mysterious. Like we haven't quite found all its secrets."

"It's always been a portal to the darkness?" Naminé asks, and tries not to sound nervous.

Kairi nods. "But now it feels like more. We thought... maybe touching it would help you."

There's no guarantee that Sora is in a place of Dark or Light or even the nothingness Naminé remembers from being a Nobody. But they still have no leads a year on, and no matter what anyone says she still feels a little responsible. She is supposed to be an all-powerful witch; she is supposed to have a connection to Sora that defies science and magic alike. More than that, they are friends.

If this will help... if this might help...

Naminé pulls her sketchbook out of her bag and dusts it off before striding forward. She keeps her shoulders straight, trying to project confidence she doesn't feel, and is buoyed by her friend's encouraging smiles as she passes them. Power radiates from the door the closer she gets, causing the pencil on her ear to hum and vibrate; she breathes in slowly so she won't shy away. With one side glance toward the paopu fruits Sora and Kairi once drew on the wall, Naminé reaches out and splays her left hand out wide where the handle should be on the smooth, featureless wood.

For seven painful seconds, she feels nothing.

Then, suddenly—

Light.

An explosion of images flash across her mind. A paved road with tall buildings, so tall they poke and prod at the sky; flickering orange and blue streetlamps, illuminating a wiry running figure; the stink of darkness, a swarm of Shadows, and the responding smell of ozone preceding a bolt of lightning; cloaked figures stepping out of portals; and through it all, a blur of red and black and the flash of a key-shaped blade.

"Naminé!"

"Naminé, wake up!"

She gasps, and her blue eyes fly open.

Kairi and Riku are on either side of her, looking anxious. Both of them have one arm wrapped around each of hers, like they had had to stop her from passing through the door. Considering the fact that the door now has a glowing blue and orange outline around the edges, that is perhaps not so far-fetched as she initially thought.

"Are you okay?"

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

"I saw..." she tries to say, then has to stop to take another deep breath. The things she saw robbed a lot of her air. "I, I saw..."

"What did you see?" they say together.

Naminé starts to tell them—but there is a warmth in her fingers, a spark that has long been missing. It's the work of a moment to free herself from their well-meaning arms and flip open her sketchbook, scribbling and sketching faster than she ever has—for she is finally able to see, to draw, for the first time in months and months! At last, she has a lead!

She traces and re-traces and even dumps her bag upside down, scrabbling for crayons to color everything appropriate. There's a good bit of time spent erasing and re-drawing details that aren't as sharp as they should be. Her friends both recognize the gravity of the moment, and let her finish.

When she does, she holds up the picture the door showed her proudly, with shining eyes.

In a hushed voice, she says, "I know where Sora is."

#Darkday writes fanfic #Kingdom Hearts #Kingdom Hearts 3 #Naminé #justice for Naminé #artist's block #fanfiction #my girl links to Sora. that's it that's the fic #written for KH3's first anniversary

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kenzichi · 5 years

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Title: Right, Right Before

Author’s Note: Another fic I wrote when I was in my pre-final-battle-Soriku-honeymoon phase. I wrote this one the same time as this one. There’s still two other soriku fics I haven’t posted yet lol.

Knock! Knock!

“Riku! Sora!” The voice calling their name was high pitched and squeaky. It was unmistakable. It was Donald. “It’s time to get up!”

“If you don’t there’ll be no breakfast left f’ya!” And that was their other friend Goofy. Riku groaned, turning in the bed slowly. He stretched his arms above his head, but when he tried to stretch further back his hands hit the headboard.

Today was the day, but he wished it wasn’t so. Traveling to a new world was always stressful, but exciting. But this trip wasn’t exciting at all. They were traveling to the Keyblade Graveyard today. The final frontier. Riku and his friends all went to Yen Sid’s for one final briefing and the Master insisted they stay the night. Riku knew it was obviously more responsible to rest, but who can relax at a time like this anyway?

Riku sat up slowly, trying to comb through his hair with his fingers. He sighed and looked over to his left. There lay his best friend sleeping soundly. He was sleeping on his side, his profile perfectly in view of him. His messy hair just barely hid his eyes and his breathing was soft and steady. The impending danger didn’t even seem to exist when he looked at that face. And of course Donald and Goofy’s calls didn’t seem to stir him.

But then again he might just be used to it.

Riku tried to sneak out of bed, but he felt a tug on his shirt. “Oh, they did wake you up.”

“I was already awake.” Sora replied flatly.

“How long?”

He shrugged, “All night… Pretty much.”

Riku sighed, understanding. He tried to leave the bed again, but Sora didn’t let go. “Wait. Just a few more minutes.” He didn’t even try to argue. Once again it was like the danger awaiting them was non existent when he looked at Sora. Why wouldn’t he want to live with that feeling a little longer? Riku rolled over and scooted close to him. He wrapped his arms around Sora’s waist and Sora used this to cuddle even closer. “I just want to be with you. Even if it’s just a few more minutes.”

“You’ve been unusually clingy you know.”

Sora rested his head on Riku’s chest. “Can you blame me?”

Riku paused, “How are you feeling… about today?”

Sora shrugged. “Pretty… confident. I know we’ll win. I just know it…”

“Hm.”

“But… The truth is I’m scared. Scared for everyone, but I do really believe everyone will make it out in the end. I can see everyone in my head. All the scenarios… But… The only one I can’t seem to see… the only one I’m not sure about… is me. Will I be okay? Will I…?” Sora started going off in a whisper.

“Hey.” Riku propped himself up on his elbows and looked at him now. Riku brushed Sora’s bangs to the side so he could see him clearly. “Don’t talk like that. We’re prepared. We’re ready. Your strength is your friends right? And you’re ours. We’ll be alright.”

Sora was surprised, it caught him a little off guard. And he felt fully exposed now with his hair out of the way. It made his cheeks warm up a little. “When did you get so optimistic, Riku?” Sora chuckled.

“That’s what happens when I’m around you.”

Sora’s smile faded and his expression was nothing, but serious. “Riku. Do you think I’ll be okay?” His eyebrows curled upwards. “I’ll believe it… if it’s coming from you. Riku.”

Should Sora really put all his faith in his words…? No. He wasn’t going to think like that. Because I’ll make sure nothing happens to him no matter what. "You will.“ He kissed him several times all over his face, making Sora giggle, "You will be. I promise.” He said it like he was reassuring himself too.

Sora smiled, “I believe you.”

Sora wrapped his arms around Riku’s neck and pulled him closer. He ran his fingers through Riku’s hair. He kept his eyes on him, not daring to move any closer. To see what his friend would do. Their bodies were touching, hearts connected and beating as one. They stared at each other for awhile. It was morning, they’re assuming, but Yen Sid’s world was so weird. The light from the moon was shining on their skin.

“What do you want me to do Sora?” he whispered.

“Anything.”

Sora closed his eyes before Riku even made a move and Riku used that as an invitation to kiss him. He kissed along his jawline, his neck and he liked the sound Sora made when he did. Sora tilted his head, inviting every kiss Riku made there. All of a sudden, Riku blew hard into his neck, making the loudest sound, and it totally stunned Sora. He bursted out laughing and Riku laughed too, nuzzling into his neck playfully. Riku rolled on top of his friend, his weight all on him.

“Riku! Really!?” He laughed. Sora brushed Riku’s hair back so that his forehead was now showing. “Let me see you.” Riku lifted his head, his blue eyes peering up at him. “You’re silly.”

“Got it from you.” He smirked.

“Riku I was being serious, but you killed the mood.”

“We’re already being irresponsible. We should be in the kitchen by now, y’know.”

“I didn’t say you had to do much. Just something!”

“That kiss was something.”

“Hmph. And I thought you changed. There’s the old Riku I remember.” He puckered his lips. “Nothing wrong with being a little irresponsible right?”

Riku kissed Sora’s pouting lips. “It’ll be something to look forward to after the final battle right?” Riku ran his right hand down Sora’s body. He immediately went for the hem of Sora’s boxers. Sora shuttered just at Riku sliding the tips of his fingers in. Riku chuckled at Sora’s reddened face before pulling away. “Just hold off until then won’t you?” Riku sat up on the bed now, stretching his arms.

Sora gasped, stars in his eyes. “Riku! I didn’t know you had that side to you!” He sat up, smirking. “I can’t believe you just did that! And then played it off like it was nothing…”

“Well I have to keep my reputation as the cool one of the group right?” Riku said, jokingly.

“No one calls you the cool one.” Sora replied smugly, “You’re the only one.”

Riku turned around and nudged him, laughing, “Just get ready you dork.”

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