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Terraqua Week Day 6 (Free Day)
Summary: Terra and Aqua are getting marriedâand Ven is the Bridezilla. || Word Count: 9,058
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A/N: @terraquaweekâ I could have never written this without my dear friend @localcryptideliâ. We talked about this wedding years ago, and I promised to write it. Itâs here, three years later, blending their headcanons with mine and I couldnât be more proud of it. <3
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
the threads that tie hearts together
Terra never once considered in his entire life that his wedding preparations would include the perk of mice squeaking in his earâbut he here is, in the tailorâs studio, getting re-fitted for his tuxedo, with Princess Cinderellaâs team of seamstress mice on his shoulders, measuring the length of his arms. His muscles were too big for the previous suit.Â
Ven refuses to hire a proper tailor, and instead rents out the parlor so the mice could do their work in private.
Lea sits on a nearby bench by the shoe shelves, the top button of his shirt open, jabbing at his Gummiphone. Heâs quite popular today, pinged every two minutes. Isa and Roxas share a mirror, trying to get the mechanics of their bow ties right.Â
Terra is getting married.Â
The thought. Married. Soon. Yes. Damn. He canât cry right now.
Terra stands in front of a mirror and bends his elbows to see how the fabric moves. The mice are tiny, three of them in skirts. Theyâve developed an efficient obstacle course of threads all down his entire body, a network so the mice on the floor can deliver them suppliesâspools, sewing needles, thumbtacks, measuring tapeâin a jiffy.Â
Lea groans, squeezing his Gummiphone. âThis twerp is going to turn me into a serial killer.â He yawns, possibly for the fortieth time.
âNot an ill-fitting job, all things considered,â Isa says from across the room.
âI do appreciate your sarcasm.â
âWhoâs bothering you?â Terra asks, lifting his collar so the mouse on his left could thread through it with a sewing needle.
Lea snorts, slaps his knee and leans forward. âDid you not know your buddy is a monster?â
âVen?â
âOh, heâs a joy.â Lea holds his Gummiphone up as if heâs about to make a speech. âCome help me pick out Aquaâs flowers. Now. If you could.â He glances at Terra, then back at the phone. âHe writes that in all-caps.â
âIâm sure he doesnât mean to be so pushy.â
âThe other day, he called me to model the brideâs dress because Miss Aqua couldnât be bothered to come to the fitting herself.â
âMaster Aqua was away on a mission,â Isa explains.
âIsa took photos of me in itââ Lea scrolls through his phone, but stops. âOh, I canât show you before...â He clicks his tongue. âItâs very nice. Very bridal.â
Terra is sure thatâs true, but the image of Ven hanging his head so much on someone elseâs wedding is worrisome. Last night, he fell asleep at dinner. âI think Ven is taking on too much stress.â
âLea,â Roxas says, snorting a chuckle and giving up on his bow tie, âyou should show him the texts.âÂ
âGladly.â Lea stands to shove the Gummiphone into Terraâs face. Out of the history, a couple of messages stand out.
Ventus
I got 500 cake flavors come taste them with me
Ventus
Which cologne do you think terra should wear
COME SMELLÂ
i need a second opinion
Ventus
Do you have aquaâs flowers yet?
rememberÂ
we want orange roses and bluestars
Ventus
Aqua isnt here im freaking out
Youre closest to her body type
HELP
After all that, Terra feels as though heâs being watched by several microscopic eyes. One of the mice squeaks with urgency, and he straightens one of his arms. âI donât know what to say... Why doesnât he talk to me directly?â
Lea purses his lips as though this is a secret not worth sharing. Roxas is the one to step forward, a knowing grimace plastered on his face.
âHe told me that he doesnât want to bother you with anything.â
That doesnât sound entirely false but not true either.
âThatâs ridiculous.â Terra tests the bend of the elbow to fiddle with his bow tie. Itâs already done but something about it doesnât sit right. âHe could come to me for anything,â he says with a low voice, wondering if thereâs something heâs missing. Terra has also been a mess. Heâs getting married. Holy stars.Â
Isa huffs out of frustration, turning away from the mirror, his bow tie undone. He studies Terraâs suit. âI donât like it.â
His straightforwardness is well appreciated. Aqua would probably smirk at the sight of it and stare at his neck the entire ceremony. âI donât either,â Terra says.
âSmart man.â Isa smirks, and tugs Terraâs bow tie to undo it. âLetâs change it.â
Lea snorts. âYou might want to ask permission from he-who-shall-be-slapped.â
âItâs my wedding,â Terra says.
âSo you think.â
He-who-may-be-slapped enters the tailorâs parlor through the front entrance, announced by the bell of the ring. Heâs perfectly dressed in his ringbearerâs/best manâs/maid of honorâs suit, vest fitted, bow tie sublime, sleeves coiffed. He sees what Isa is doing. He gapes.
âHey guys,â Ven asks with a frustratingly shaky voice. âWhat are we doing?â
âThey are unbecoming,â Isa answers, wrapping a traditional tie around Terraâs neck.
âOh.âÂ
Sometimes, speaking to Isa is like getting clocked in the stomach. By the looks of Leaâs expression, chewing on the edge of his Gummiphone, itâs well deserved.
âOkay,â Ven says, with a tight smile. He takes the tie from Isaâs hands. âDo they match?â
âA hello would be less rude,â Terra says. âHi, Ven. Can we talk?â
Ven glances up. âLater. Thereâs lots to do.â
Lea inhales sharply. âHey, Ven. Hereâs an idea. Did you know you could tame cicadas to sing in harmony on command?â
Ven whips his head around. âYou can?â
Isa brings a hand up to hide a smirk and Lea passes him a subtle wink.
âPicture it.â Lea opens his arms. âFrom nine until eleven at night, they gather in the bushes. They mutter, a light dusting of atmosphere on a peaceful summer night.â
Venâs eyes grow wide with obsession.Â
Roxas comes near. âYou can also make them glow.â
âLike stars in the bushes,â Ven whispers to himself.
âCome on, guys,â Terra says, unimpressed. âLeave him alone. Weâve got better things to do.â
Ven snaps himself out of it, but not before pulling out a notepad and writing notes. He eyes Terra over, nudging him to open his arms and pinching the sides of the suit. Ven draws them in by the measure of a finger and pulls pins out of his pocket, like heâs been expecting to use them, and marks their places. âJaq Jaq,â he calls, âwhereâs Suzy? We need to make sure these ties look right. Oh, and we need two extrasâwe have to ship some to Riku and Sora.â
Some mouse squeaks in reply.
âI can help her carry things.â Ven gives a flash of a smile and then hurries off.
Out of earshot, Lea gives Terra a look. âAnyone able to talk to mice is a crazy person in my book.â
Terra glares back and quotes, ââYou could tame cicadas to sing on command?ââ
âHe needs something to obsess over. How else am I going to get peace?â
âThis is going to bite you in the ass,â Roxas says, wrapping his new tie over the neck and having a much easier time.
âVentus may very well task you with hunting and gathering the cicadas,â Isa says, a tie already in place, immaculate.Â
Lea groans and Terra feels itâs well deserved.Â
Well deserved⊠the suit may be. The future wife, maybe not. The suit is a glove for every finger with no excess. It makes him a good-looking groom, a nice addition to the closet for any special occasion. The bride is beautiful, no matter what she wears. She is loyal, patient, strong, intelligent, loving, funny when sheâs stern, too good for him, a divine gift he didnât earn and he still canât understand how she said yes.
âI hope youâre laughing at the face of my misery,â Lea says.
Terra knows thatâs sarcasm. Weddings are headaches, emotions are terrifying and Terra needs Aqua like a sip of medicinal tea to calm down.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The others squeal when they walk into Le Grand Bistro. Itâs sunset, the city lights already ignited and giving it the glow of evening fairies welcoming the moon. Theyâve just discussed dressesâXion requests a pantsuit instead, which looks stellarâand they can choose their own styles so long as they all wear the color of night. Simple, elegant. Thatâs the kind of effect Aqua prefers. Thank goodness theyâre almost done. Aqua couldnât handle more hands in her hair and she rejected the flower crown that would have come down on one side to compensate for the lack of length.Â
She fiddles with the ringâa thin, intricate design weaved around a small, blue stoneâas a waiter escorts them to the kitchen. On days when she doesnât have missions, she wears it.
Aqua is getting married. Some part of her wonders about the surreality of it, like itâs a dream or a picture she created in her mind when she was a child, at the altar with a faceless person next to her. Sometimes, it feels like she is already married. Terra has always been with her. Every day in class. Every day strolling through the woods. Every day sparring, sharing meals, bickering and laughing. Her best friend, her confidant, her rock.
There is something about nearly dying that challenges perspective. When they both thought theyâd never see each other again, it made them realize thereâs more to it and thereâs been more to it for years. The emotional intimacy that strengthened after the fact. The physicality of it, when he takes her to bed. They argue differently, they laugh the same. Terra has always been with her, so what is the difference between being with him and being married to him? A part of her is eager to find out. The other is already at peace, a kind of joy Aqua has always wanted.
Ven is in the kitchen, talking with Remy (responding to Remy, who is naturally unintelligible). Plates of cake pieces sprawl out on the table, eliciting oohs and aahs from the others, all patient like theyâre waiting for Aquaâs permission to take a small bite.
Aqua reads through the description of flavorsâstrawberry, fudge, angel food cake with blueberries, red velvet, even coffee. âThe one we requested isnât here.â
âYou meanâŠâ Ven pulls out his notepad and looks through his notes. Remy climbs onto Venâs head, squeaking and pointing to a bowl of flour and eggs, unmixed. âDark chocolate and rum?â
âThat would be correct.â
âA spicy cake? Are you insane?â At his shock and at Aquaâs denial, Kairi helps herself to a spoonful of vanilla. âThis is a wedding, not a club!â
âMy wedding, Ven.â Aqua isnât annoyed, but amused. Ven has such strong opinions about for some reason.Â
âTry this one.â He holds up a plate of a decorated piece that honestly looks delicious. âTriple chocolate, with the rarest berries found in the woods, matured at thirty-five degrees Celsius for a week.âÂ
âBurnt cake?â Kairi asks with a smirk.
âNot the cake, the berries.âÂ
âOh,â Xion gasps, with need in her eyes. It takes a nod from Aqua to grab a fork and have at it. She approaches each piece with so much excitementâ Aqua wonders if there are flavors here sheâs never tried before in her short life.Â
âWhat will the final cake look like?â NaminĂ© asks, the only one not to dive forward. Sheâs so gentle, so serene. When they were trying out dresses, everyone was saying what a beautiful bride sheâll be one day if she chooses.Â
âPerfect,â Ven says, like itâs the most obvious thing. âIt has to be perfect so it will look beautiful. Painted like a night sky, with stars everywhere. You got that, Remy?â
Remy glares at Ven.
âI want,â Aqua starts, and when Ven frowns, she smirks. Sometimes, for the sake of maintaining control, she has to play dirty. âRosewater and cardamom.âÂ
Ven sticks his tongue out in disgust.
âTerra needs something to enjoy,â Aqua insists. âThese are all too sweet for him.â
âTerra is the bane of my existence.â
âBy the way, I donât know if I want King Mickey and Queen Minnie to officiate.â
âYou are way more difficult to deal with.â
Aqua and Ven have a staring contest as the others talk about their favorite flavors. Ven, a glare, a challenge to outwit her. Aqua, a calm knowing that sheâs going to win. Ven relents.
âFine,â he stresses. âRemy, change of plans. Weâll need some damage control. Letâs add someââhe writes into his notepadââfruit pastries, sweet cheese with chocolateââ
âTriple chocolate,â Kairi adds.
âCustard and kiwi,â Xion says.
âAll good choices.â Ven writes them down.
âSea salt ice cream?â NaminĂ© says, lifting a shoulder. âEveryone else eats them, I hope to try some.â
âVen.â Kairi slams a hand on the table. âYou need to add marshmallows covered in hazelnut and chocolate.â
âWe need all the chocolate,â Ven agrees. âCall it revenge on this nasty cake.â
Kairi cackles, but itâs nothing malicious. Theyâre young and excited about the wedding, their suggestions a way of helping. Aqua takes it all in stride. The small details donât matter, only the intent, and letting friends have fun deciding makes the entire process easier. Whatâs bothering her is Ven. Heâs exhausted from taking it all too seriously. Aqua assumes the best intentions, but she doesnât get it.
âYou know what would be really cute?â Xion says. âLittle petit fours shaped in your symbols.â
Ven blinks. âWhat symbols?â
âOh, the Keyblade Master symbols.â NaminĂ© claps her hands. âThat would be so lovely.â
âIn different colors,â Xion says.
âEach a different flavor,â NaminĂ© adds. âMaybe the same colors as your Wayfinders?â
âYou two are geniuses.â Ven taps his notepad. âRemy, we gotta get to work.â
Remy stomps a paw and squeaks vigorously.
âNo worries. Youâll get paid.â Though it seems thatâs the last thing on Remyâs mind.
âVen,â Aqua says softly, pulling him aside as the others brainstorm ideas. âI donât think we can afford all this.â
âSure you can,â he says too confidently, though she and Terra were the ones to save up their munny. âDonât worry,â he stresses when sheâs not convinced, giving her a squeeze on the arm. âYou asked me to bookkeep your financesâÂ
âReminder that I did not ask you to take full responsibility. Remy canât do all of this alone, heâs going to need you.â
âIâve got plenty of time, and weâve got plenty of budget.â
Aqua does not know how that is possible. After the dresses, the refitting of Terraâs tux, the decorations⊠sure, since theyâre using the ballroom in the Land of Departure, they saved on not having to rent out a venue, but the original plan was to have a small, intimate wedding in the woods, something private with just the three of them, minimal decorations necessary, all plucked from nature.Â
All of this is out of their price range.
Ven goes back to the table, back to the stovetop and oven where he follows Remyâs instructions and mixes the flour in the bowl with some milk. He doesnât assuage her at all, like he knows something she doesnât.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Home should be a solace but not when itâs the wedding rehearsal.Â
Ven has ushered in movers from different worlds to carry in artifacts, all decorations, all star-themed. Terra has yet to see the ballroom, but the amount of people rushing through the hallways makes him nervous.Â
Ever since Terra called Riku in the dead of night (in a panic, needing someone to talk to, alone in the kitchen with a cracked mug of tea), blabbing about tripping on the way to the altar, or cutting the cake clean through the table, or stepping on linen and ripping the curtains, or dropping his plate of food, or looking like an idiot on the dance floor, or worseâforgetting his vowsâhe hasnât lived a moment of peace. Sora wonât let him.Â
Terra finds it hard to breathe. What if he chokes on his vows and accidentally offends everyone?
He stays far away from the workersâitâs for the best. No one needs a huge bull stampeding in a china shop, destroying everything.
Lea crosses the hallway on his sixth trip and enters one of two entrances to the ballroom, vases of flowers in his hands. Terra peeks. From the looks of it, Ven did a fantastic job.Â
The ballroom, once gold, now looks like the set of night. The ceiling is covered in blue with twinkling lights. The table linens are also dark, with napkins and silverware sets a solid gold. Glass windows that take up one entire side to the ballroom are bare of curtainsâthe wedding is planned for after sunset so theyâd be declaring their vows under the stars. Two navy blue carpets come in through both entrances of the ballroom, meeting in the middle and then straight to the altar at the far end. The point is for him and Aqua to enter together, like equals. With her in a bridal dress, sheâll look like a light in the darkness.
Through the doorway, Terra can see Riku and Sora, the latter making motions with his arms as if heâs flapping like a bird. Terra lets the door close so they donât notice him.Â
There are fears heâs never voiced.
What if she realizes she doesnât want to get married to him after all? At the altar no less?
Oh stars, what if he makes a terrible husband?Â
What if he neglects her?
What if, years down the road, she realizes after a slowly oncoming epiphany that she isnât happy and regrets it?
Tonight is the party, tomorrow is the wedding, and Terra still has no vows. He pinches his nose hard enough to distract him from crying. Heâs already cried five times in the arc of three hours.
Footstepsâlight, brisque, confident, hersâapproach him, and Terra embraces her in his arms, taking her in with a needy kiss. She smells like home, she lets him breathe again.Â
âYou look like youâre about to fall apart,â she says, stroking a thumb on his cheek.
âNot if youâre my glue.â
She snorts, smacking him on the bicep. âWhat did I say about the puns?â
âShower you with them.â
He kisses her before she can roll her eyesâ
âand gets interrupted the moment Ven peeks out of one door.Â
âWhatâs with the hold-up?â he says.
Terra breaks from the kiss, casually noticing how Aqua is patting his shoulder, as if to warn him. âWhatâs with your attitude?â
Ven pouts like heâs about to choke and slaps the notepad to his forehead. âNo one listens to me. I said baby blue and champagne on the napkins, all shaped to form the constellation of Juno⊠and they gave me yellow. I am gonna complain so much.â
âThere are worse things?â Terra says and Aqua shakes his shoulder as another warning.Â
Ven snaps his eyes open. âGet into position, weâre starting.â
Aqua stands behind one door and Terra goes to the other, waiting for the cue to enter. On the other side, Ven is speaking out loud, organizing people and where they should stand. Grooms and bridesmaids will enter the altar from behind and gather together, leaving the carpet only for the star couple (no pun intended). He interrupts himself, raising his voice about vases that match too much and Terra can imagine him pointing across the room.
âI have to tell you something,â Aqua loudly whispers from the other side of the hall.Â
Terra runs to her and wraps an arm around her waist. Touching her is a panacea. Despite knowing there is still a possibility sheâll rethink this entire relationship, it seems unreal, like a nightmare.
âItâs about Ven,â she continues, keeping her voice low even though theyâre the only ones in the hall.
âLea threatened to slap him.â
She frowns.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks.
âDonât you think itâs too expensive?â
âI donât know. Ven doesnât tell me how much anything costs.â
âItâs way more than we have saved up.â
Terra gapes. âThen howâ?â
Aqua stammers, fiddling with her fingers. âI looked into his books.â
Terra melts into a breath-heavy laugh, careful to keep his voice out of it. âReading peopleâs diaries? Aqua, I thought I knew you better.â
She blushes. âI didnât mean to, but I was worried.â Now Terra is worried. Her expression is too serious. âVen has been doing side-missions and hustles for months just to earn enough to hire the best chefs and tailors, to buy linens and all these flowers and carpetsââÂ
âHe wouldnât.â
âHe did.â
âWhy?âÂ
âI think itâs because he wants us to be happy.â
âWe are.â Terra doesnât appreciate how he doesnât sound confident, scared heâs assuming too much on her behalf. âHow could he justâŠâ
âWe were stuck in darkness for so long and he couldnât help us.â
âBut thatâs not his fault.â
âHe feels he is the weakest and wants to compensate.â Aqua grimaces and she blinks back tears.Â
âI feel so guilty.â
âI feel worse.â
âWhy?â
Aqua bites her lip. âIâm still attached to the idea of a small, intimate ceremony in the woods. Just the three of us. Does that make me a horrible person?â
âNo. Our wedding has become a spectacle. Maybe pointing that out makes me terrible, too.â
She groans. âI found a book. I left it in your room. Itâs very last minute, but there are some ancient rituals in there that I found so beautiful⊠the exchanging of rings is beautiful, too, but modern and there are some lost traditions from our Keyblade history that Iâd love to do instead... if you could take a look?âÂ
The way she smiles, stars. Ancient, modern, heâd do anything for her. âSure. Iâll read it tonight.â
Aqua winces. âHeâll be so angry with us.â
Terra squeezes her hand. âHe wants us to be happy. Think about that.â
One of the doors burst open, and Lea sticks his head out. âKindly stop being an ass and donât keep your guests waiting anymore?â
They start: Terra at one entrance, Aqua on the other, entering the ballroom at the same time, where guests will watch them approach one another, like the shadow of the moon to a star. They meet at the point where their lanes merge into one.Â
Terra offers his armâ
âNonono,â Ven warns, running up to them. âYou canât meet her like this. You must bow at a forty-degree angle.â Ven scans the room frantically. âHere, I have a ruler.â
After that hiccup, Aqua finally takes Terraâs arm, walking down the single aisle, where guests can ogle at them. Their groomsmen and bridesmaids take pictures with their Gummiphones for their arrival at a wall of flowers.Â
Sora has his hands behind his head and snickers when they reach the end. âI made sure the carpet is ironed out so she doesnât fall with you.â
âIâm going to kick you in the shins,â Terra says.
He snorts and wipes his nose. âIâll kick you back.â
At the altar, Ven is too excited to stop rambling. âWe have to make sure that you arrive here, at this spot, at exactly nine-thirty so we can finish the vows at ten because...â He frames the windows with his hands. âWeâve got a perfect spot for star sighting so we need to be on time.â
âDo you mean, right after the wedding ceremony?â Aqua asks.Â
âBefore the reception, yup. Weâre walking out to the balcony, weâll watch the meteor shower where a new world will be born, then weâll come back in for supper and dancing.â When he notices their stupefied faces, he continues, âI spent three weeks finding the right angulations so you can witness a unique astronomical event, and weâve got a miracle of a spot right here so we canât be late.â
âItâs a wonderful thought, Ven,â Aqua says, her voice shaky.
âOkay, now you get into position and face each other.â He points and they follow. âNext, Mickey and Minnie will talk some stuff, you know, all official, and then you say your vows.â
Terra freezes up. âOur vows.â
âYeah. Thatâs what I said. You ready?â
Terra hesitates and Aqua speaks for him. âWeâre keeping those a secret until tomorrow.â
Ven pauses, then shrugs. âFair enough.â
Aqua doesnât let Terra have another thought, leaning forward to kiss him in front of everyone (aahs and awws elicited), and ending the rehearsal.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
âHow do you get your skin so clear?â Kairi asks, though the warm glow of the fire makes for spectacular lighting.Â
Theyâre camping in the woods near the waterfall, equipped with warm blankets and pillows, a bowl of cookies, and toasted marshmallows on sticks; Aquaâs vision of a bachelorette party. No gifts necessary.
âMountain spring water does wonders for you,â Aqua says.
âIâve read in a magazine,â Xion says, crawling out of her sleeping bag, âthat some people like to put mud on their faces to get clean skin.â
âWhy?â NaminĂ© asks, chewing on a marshmallow.
âSomething about the properties. Lots of good minerals.â She walks over to the creek, digging her hands into the dirt and smashing it into her face against the shocks and cries of the other girls. âIf mountain water is good for you, then that must mean this mud is magical.âÂ
âIs that true?â Kairi says, though sheâs asking no one. She hurries over and joins in on the mud-mashing, running fingers over Xionâs face in places sheâs missed.
With globs of mud in their hands, they bring over the excess to the camp.Â
Xion offers it to Aqua. âFor beautiful skin on your special day?â
âItâs our job to pamper,â Kairi says with her hands out so that NaminĂ© can scoop up the mud on her own.Â
Aqua tries not to chuckle too loudly. Itâs adorable. âOkay,â she says, and Xion gets to work, massaging it into her skin. It smells unpleasant, earthy and mukky. She closes her eyes and tries to relax regardless.
âI think weâre supposed to keep it on our faces for at least a half hour,â Xion says, rubbing more on Aquaâs nose.Â
âThis will make us prettier?â NaminĂ© asks.
âCleaner,â Kairi says.Â
NaminĂ© blinks, already covered in the mud and hesitating to put on more. âBut we look dirty,â she says quietly.
âCan I request something, Miss Aqua?â Xion says, patting her fingers onto Aquaâs forehead.
âCertainly.â
âCan you tell us the story of how Terra proposed?â
Kairi jumps and squeals, and NaminĂ© claps her hands, both of them chattering please, please, weâre dying to know.
âWeâre around a fire,â Kairi says, as if thatâs a convincing argument. âWeâre supposed to tell stories.âÂ
âI feel bad for asking,â NaminĂ© says. âYouâre very private, and I donât want to intrudeâŠâ
Aqua reads her face. âBut youâre curious.â
NaminĂ© pouts. Xionâs eyes go wide, and Kairi nods excitedly. Everyone is guilty as charged.
âItâs a simple story, I guess,â Aqua says, crossing her legs and watching the fire. Itâs not often that she talks so openly about the details of her relationship. The two of them together is something people know, but never knowing where they come from and why, except for Venâeven then, thereâs so much he never pries to. Watching their reactions is a little overwhelming. She rubs the stone on her ring. âTerra made the engagement ring with his own hands, but he took months to propose.â
âI remember that,â Xion says, sitting on her chair and smiling. âIt annoyed Lea so much that he offered to set you both up just to get it over with.â
Aqua laughs. âIâm grateful we had it to ourselves.â
âWas it romantic?â Kairi asks.
âNot at all. I⊠knew he was up to something. I know him.â She lifts a shoulder. âHe was burning breakfast too often, he couldnât look me directly in the eye, and he left on his own to do more missions than usual. I took that as though he had done something wrong. The last time he was that clumsy and avoidant, it was because he accidentally cast Firaga in the library and was trying to hide it. Or when he broke the oven. Or when he offered to do my laundry but didnât know how to treat my fabric and ruined my clothes.â
âHe sounds like a clumsy oaf,â Kairi says.
That makes Aqua smile. She loves that oaf. âHe is. The general rule of thumb is that a clumsy, avoidant Terra is usually hiding something.â
âSo how did the proposal happen?â NaminĂ© asks.
âI cornered himââ
Kairi snorts.
ââand he blurted it out.â
They giggle, Kairi acting out how that may have looked and NaminĂ© holding her hands over her heart in a show of genuine affection.Â
Aqua smiles to herself, a finger to her lips. It might be her favorite memory, her standing her ground and demanding to know what was going on.Â
Terra, looking all around the terrace except for her face, guilty, guilty, guilty, pulling a box out of his pocket and stammering for a cohesive sentence. Well, I donât know what to say, he had said, like a child getting grounded. I-Iâm sorry. Iâm dumb, Iâm a big lump of a human being. He paused, his cheeks rounding up like he was about to vomit. WillâŠwill you marry me, anyway?
It felt like racing in a train and pulling all the stops, crashing. He got red in the face, tears welling in his eyes and she realized he took her silence as rejection. Aqua had to hold his forearms, and all she could utter was a soft, I genuinely thought you burned down a building.
Terraâs eyes went wide. Do you mean youâre not mad?
Of course not. Why would I be?
So⊠He licked his lips, reaching for her but not touching her, forgetting that he had the box with the ring inside. What do you say? I mean, you donât have to give me an answer straight away. I mean, I just thought you would⊠you know⊠because⊠He sighed. Yeah.
Aqua finally laughed, and kissed him on the cheek. Of course I will marry you, you beautiful dork.
The laughter quiets around the fire. Theyâre waiting for Aqua to continue her story.
âThen he drops the ring.â
They howl, melting into a blissful exchange of cheers and gossip, a vibrant hearth brighter than the one keeping them warm.Â
âI had hoped to propose first, actually,â Aqua continues. She shrugs. âThe end.â
âThat was beautiful,â NaminĂ© says, wiping her eyes.
âIf Sora hears about this, heâll never leave Terra alone,â Kairi says, grinning something mischievous.Â
âI donât know what love is supposed to look like,â Xion says thoughtfully, gazing at the sky. âBut it sounds sweet.â
In Aquaâs opinion, the proposal was perfect, him scattered on the ground frantically searching for the ring, her on her knees helping him. How he slipped it on her finger, how they kissed for an hour in the dirt, unaware that they were dusty, unaware that anyone else existed in the world.Â
Aqua nods, mostly to herself. It aches to be away from Terra tonight but it burns her insides to see him tomorrow and finally do this. Aqua wants to sleep and get this night over with but she doesnât want to sleep so she could see the sunrise, knowing heâd be up early watching the same thing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bachelor parties arenât fun.
Sora is whooping about a cannonball, the water splashing when he makes contact. Ven and Roxas race to the lake, testing who will be the first to dive, the first to swim across and come back. Considering the expanse of the surface area, theyâll be gone for a while and the barbecue will get cold, but maybe itâs for the best. Itâs not the right time to talk to Ven right now, not when all of them have a moment of fun (except for Terra, the only one here thinking about tomorrow). Lea and Isa prefer to relax, sipping drinks on their chairs by the lanterns erected onto the sand, speaking quietly about memories, about chores, about home and what ifs.Â
Terra sits by himself, the thin booklet Aqua gave him on his lap, tucked under layers of parchment. Itâs titled The Way, no author. She was right: old Keyblade rituals are interesting, almost possessive, their focus on the literal binding of hearts. Theyâre from the Age of Fairytales, and Terra realizes as he reads through it that ancient Keyblade wielders were for some reason obsessed with the loss of memory and the prevention of it. The rituals sound painful, tooâmaybe Aqua has developed a mild taste of macabre from her time in the Realm of Darkness.Â
All Terra has left to do are his vows. His stupid, dorky-sounding vows. He should have accepted the simple, âI do.â He shouldnât have waited until the last minute.
Heâs tried dramatic.
You are my other half, my heart, my breath of life, my sky, my angel, can we keep our souls together?Â
Heâs tried poetic.
The mountain will thirst if not for the waterâÂ
Heâs tried being honest.
I donât know why you love me, but Iâll do my best to make it up to you.
All dumb.
Terra groans into his hands, eyes wide in existential blunder.Â
âKeep doing that,â Riku says, setting a chair next to him and sitting down, âand you wonât be able to blink again.â
âIâm not finished.â
âBut if you donât sleep, then youâre more likely to have accidents.â
Terra gapes and almost whacks Riku on the side of the head from the sight of his constricted smirk. âYouâre so mean. I called you one time.â
âIn a huge panic talking about causing mass destruction of a wedding the worlds have never seen.â Riku shrugs nonchalantly. Thatâs his state of beingâtoo cool for anything, too sensitive for everything. Itâs refreshing. âIt was the funniest phone conversation Iâve ever had.â
âIâll never call you again.â
âNot in the middle of the night, please no.â Riku bites a forkful of steak. âIs it clichĂ© to tell you to speak from the heart?â
âThis entire conversation is clichĂ©, but here I am, living it out.â Terra stares at his messy pages, where he pressed the pen so hard that it left ink blots.
âYou could do the very committal thing and tell her you love her fifty times.â
âAll the guests would leave by the time I reach twenty-five.â
âMore like fifteen.â
âTen.â
âDisaster.â
Terra grimaces, not entirely comforted, but not entirely anxious anymore, either. âI donât know what Iâm supposed to do.â
âIt is a big deal, Iâll give you that,â Riku says, more serious. âI donât have any advice.â
âNone of it makes sense. Be honest, but not too honest. Be loving, but donât make it cheesy. Express yourself, but hold back on certain things. Do make it personal. Donât expose personal details. How am I supposed to know how to do it right?âÂ
It would be easier if there are no witnesses. If itâs just Ven, if Aqua is the only person heâs talking to, if he could simply say, Youâve been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I know Iâve fucked up. For as long as I live, Iâll never do that again. I will never take your forgiveness for granted.
And if she doesnât want to be with him anymore, thereâd be nothing he could say to make her stay.
âI think if Aqua was the kind of person who expected you to do it right,â Riku says, looking out to the lake where Ven and Roxas are swimming back to their shore, âyou wouldnât be marrying her.â
Terra bends the pages, exposing the cover of the thin, leather bound booklet. There are no vows he could use in there, except for the officiator declaring their hearts intertwined. âThank you,â he mumbles.
âSorry I canât be of more help.âÂ
Riku pats him on the shoulder and leaves him alone to take a walk, Sora begging him to enter the water. Terra flips to a page where heâs repeated I love you, I love you all over, each in different calligraphy, like doodling, like losing his mind and procrastinating the night away, hoping that any moment, inspiration would drop bricks on him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Itâs time.
The strangest part of the day is waiting it out in her bedroom until itâs her turn to show herself. Over the years, her bedroom has been a reflection of her personality. The cleanliness, the artifacts from her home world long ago, the size of the bed, the furnitureâthey all stayed the same. Whatâs come and gone were the paint colors, the bedsheets, the art on the wall, the smaller vanity mirror. Her bedroom is her old life, and she sits in front of the mirror in her brideâs dress, about to start a new one. For now, they both collide, as though her childhood doesnât know her.
The cape dress is simple, plain white with the neck scooped across the collarbone. The sleeves slit at the shoulders, draping over to the floor with the rest of the train. Aqua couldnât have asked for something better. She completes the look with the ring, a jeweled hair pin on one side, and an armored choker. Makeup is minimal.Â
Aqua is surprisingly calm and the sun is going down.Â
Her Gummiphone buzzes with a text message.
Terra
Letâs do it
Aqua sighs, not texting back immediately.
Aqua
I donât want to break Venâs heart
Terra
Iâll talk to him
We can both get what we want
I already stole some flowers from the wall
Donât think he notices
She chuckles, moving a hair strand behind her ear. She hasnât noticed that her stomach has been a knot, from excitement, from nerves, from anticipation. The sun takes so long to set. Terra is the warmth of a tight blanket.
Aqua
Will this label me as a runaway bride?
Terra takes a long time to answer, giving her the impression that he must have been distracted and forgot to reply.Â
It buzzes.
Terra
The shame
Aqua
What will they think when they find out the groom seduced her to it
Terra
The scandalÂ
when they hear how she met him secretly at the creekÂ
an hour before the ceremony
It sounds like an action plan. Aqua picks up her bouquet of orange roses and bluestars from her vanity table, heading out the door.
Aqua
I want Ven there
Terra
Definitely
I love you
Aqua
I love you too
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Terra finds Ven in the dining room, taking inventory of an indulgement of sweets and a feast of meats, fritters, and rice. The wedding cake is as tall as his body, a dark blue with smacks of gold glitter in the shapes of galaxies, large stars framing each layer, and topped with two halos. Ven is mostly dressed in his vest and tie, the suit missing. By comparison, Terra is overdressed, a groom ready for his encore.
Ven sighs when he sneaks a cookie the shape of the Keyblade Master symbol into his mouth, as though Terraâs presence reminds him of disappointment.Â
âI couldnât tame the cicadas,â he says morosely, like heâs apologizing, and for a moment Terra second-guesses what heâs about to do. Ven eyes the white rope curled around Terraâs shoulder. âWhatâs that for?â
âThis may either cheer you up or piss you off,â Terra says, dropping The Way on the counter.
âI donât like how you said that.â As Ven flips through pages, he frowns, chewing on the side of his lip. âAre you... not happy with the wedding preparations?â
Terra inhales, caught off guard. âOf course I am. Happy, I mean. Itâs⊠huge. Itâs a giant ordeal.â
âAnd you donât like that,â Ven says quietly, stroking one of the pages with his thumb.
âI think there are things weâve always wanted to have privately.â Terra sits on a stool, but Ven wonât look him in the eye. âAnd we want you to be there. We can do it now. Weâll be back in time for our guests.â
The booklet shakes in his hands. âI messed up.â
âFrom my point of view, Iâll be eating very well tonight. Thereâs nothing to compensate for.â
Ven closes the book. âI just wanted to do a good job.â
âIf you allow Lea to slap you, heâll forgive you.â Terra smiles, but Ven doesnât join him. âWeâre still doing your grand ceremonyâthat, we could never pull off on our own. But we also want something tiny and ours, and we wonât do this without you.â Terra takes Venâs hand and squeezes it, before glancing at the cake. âI hope itâs delicious.â
âItâs disgusting so youâll definitely like it.â
âSee, I can always count on you.â Terra stands up. âNow come on. You wouldnât want us to be late for the bride.â
Terra takes him to the creek, not far from where Aqua hosted her bachelorette camp, where the sound of rushing water is gentle and the creek splits into two directions, one that would drip off the side of a cliff and one that would join a massive river downstream. The trees huddle close in the clearing, a soft shadow from the fierceness of the setting sun, like a pocket of protective magic in the middle of the forest.Â
Ven gasps. âYou stole my flowers.â
âPlease, you didnât even notice.â Terra had built an easy wooden arbor before the crack of dawn that morning, an arch weaved with orange and blue flowers, spotted every so often with green lilies. He showered right after so no one would suspect.
âLetâs take it over there.â Ven points to a short boulder against a tree nearby, a good photo op. They pluck the arbor up from both sides and plant it in front of the boulder. Ven takes stock of the sight. âNot bad.â
âThanks!â
âI take credit for the choice of flowers.â Ven rolls the rope into a tight circle, layering it on the boulder with each loop in equal circumference. He splays the book open and studies. âItâs kinda creepy,â he says though he gets no response and he doesnât ask for one.
Terra shoves his hands into the pockets of his tuxedo and waits. Aqua isnât here yet. The vest constricts his breathing, the thicket suddenly feels humid, and Terra wipes his cheek, realizing that his heart is beating fast. Time sped up to this moment and dropped him here without warning. Now itâs slowing down out of pure, unjustifiable spite to torture him in the final hour.Â
âYou okay, dude?â Ven asks.
Terra lifts his face to the sky to keep the tears in his eyes. âIf I cry now, I think Iâll cry for the rest of the night.â
Ven snorts. âNo one would be surprised, trust me.â
But itâs not working. Heâs two seconds from sobbing. âI donât know. IâŠâ He scoffs. âI canât believe itâs happening. Iâm expecting her to never show up or brush me off last minute when she realizes what weâre doingââ
âNo.â Ven approaches Terra like heâs about to punch him in the stomach to make a point. âDonât think like that, sheâd never do that.âÂ
Ven has good faith and better timing. Aqua approaches the other side of the clearing, the fabric of her dress gracefully making waves with every step, the foliage fluttering light and shadow on her figure. She holds her bouquet in one hand and a framed photograph tucked under the other.
It shocks Terra.
He canât stop the flow of tears. He covers his shivering lips and the drip of his nose, his face twisting from the sight of herâbrilliant, like sheâs made of stars, a gift walking the earth.
âTerra, are you okay?â Aqua asks, rushing to him now, the train of her dress bouncing behind her.Â
In the flash of an instinct, Terra runs to meet her, tripping over a branch and landing right into her arms.Â
âYouâreââ Terra sucks air in, his heart shoving itself up his esophagus. âY-youâre s-so beautiful.â
Aqua uses her pinky to wipe his tears. âSo are you.â
âLet me help you.â He takes the frameâa portrait of the Master, bordered with a white ribbonâand walks her to the arbor. Ven takes the portrait and places it on the boulder, their little family tied together, fractured in glued pieces, now and always. Before they start, Terra asks Aqua to pose under the arbor so he can take a picture of the trees and the flowers surrounding her. Beautiful.
âHow do we do this?â Terra asks when he finds his voice again, still trembling. Aqua stands to the side to take her place. Sheâs beautiful.
Ven takes the book in his hands. The description of this ritual covers at most two pages. âWell, itâs archaic. Itâs from the Age of Fairytales but it sounds like we will intertwine your heartsâbut in an intense way, like weâre sewing them together.â
Aqua holds her bouquet to her chest. âShall we start?â
Terra chuckles too hard, gasping for breath. âSimple as that.â
They wait for Venâs cue, who also has no idea how to do anything. Ven clears his throat, shrugs his shoulders, and reads:
âWe witness today the soldering of two hearts. To intertwine like the roots of a tree, the severance painful, the nourishment plentiful. A physical bond, a magical one, the merging of two sprites under the guidance of one truth. Two hearts, but one.â Terra watches the way Aqua watches him. Thereâs no one else in the world, Venâs voice disconnected, like it floats on air. âNow it says to summon your Keyblades. Dig the tips into the ground, and offer your hilts to each other.â
Ends of the Earth is massive, taller than Ven. Stormfall looks delicate but itâs menacing, sharp, direct. They offer their hilts, the shafts crossed over each other, Stormfall light and airy in his hand, Ends of the Earth weighty and thick in hers.Â
Terra finds it interesting that theyâre using the hilt to connect each otherâs heartsâthe Keyblade should never be used against a personâs heart in traditional Mastery, because itâs such a dangerous weapon and itâs so violating. The blunt hilt, on the other hand, the physical manifestation of their hearts, is like exposure, an offer of vulnerability.Â
Aquaâs feels like itâs thrumming, singing. Sheâs happy.
Ven steps forward with the rope and ties it over the hilts in loops. âThis is just an image, the ties that bind, two Keyblades, but one. To intertwine a heart is to forge a chain, a friend, a companion, a memory. If missing then a void, a dream, a wish until reunion.â He steps back into position. âBefore we go on, I think this would be a nice place to say your vows. Terra, you first.â
Terra stammers, looking into her eyes. âI-I couldnât write one. Iâm sorry.âÂ
âItâs okay,â Ven whispers, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. âI wrote some just in case.â
Terra doesnât take it. He licks his lips. âIt wouldnât have been graceful. None of itâall of my thoughtsâpale in comparison to you, Aqua.â He steadies himself with labored breathing, the squeeze on her Keyblade like a hold on her waist. âYouâre so, so beautiful, and Iâve spent my days believing I donât deserve you, because⊠because I couldnât make things right like I should have.âÂ
Aqua quivers, gently touching his arm with her free hand and motioning for him to breathe.Â
He continues, âIâm sorry. I wish the Master was here. I wish I was smart enough to prevent it from happening.â He inhales, choking up from the mention of Eraqus. âI never thought you would marry me of all people, so⊠I promise... I will be there every step of the way. I promise you, if youâre scared at night, Iâll be there to protect you. If youâre hurting in another world, Iâll come find you. If youâre confused, Iâll hold you close and help you make sense of it. Iâll brew you tea to help you sleep, Iâll step in the line of fire even if you wish to do the same for me, Iâll walk to the ends of the earth to make sure you are safe and healthy. I promise Iâll be with you.
âAnd Iâll mess up. I know me. Iâll fix it. If you want to clobber me, Iâll be patient. Iâll learn. Iâll do better. Every day you save me from myself. This is the least I can do. Iâve loved you since I was a kid. Iâll love you every day.â
Silence falls on all of them, Terra sniffing just to get some fresh air, Ven wiping his eyes, Aqua blinking too much.Â
âNow you, Aqua,â Ven says.Â
Despite being teared up, Aqua holds it together. Sheâs so good at that.
âTerra, I stand with you because I do want to be here. I do want to be by your side. I do want to laugh at your bad jokes.â She relieves a giggle. âI love you. I have for as long as I can remember, even if I didnât know the words for it.â She studies his face. âIâm sure the Master is here with us, and he couldnât be prouder of you. Iâm proud of you.â Suddenly, she switches her tone, as if to lecture. âAnd if you even fathom taking a hit for me, remember that Iâm faster than you. Iâll protect you first.â Then she softens. âI promise to be your shelter when the storm falls on us. I promise to sit on your bedside when youâre sick, to lift you up when youâre down about yourself, because you are sometimes.Â
âYou are my home, no matter how far your heart is from me. If you need a star to light your way back, Iâll give it to you.â She smiles widely, like sheâs about to laugh. âIf something between us breaks, Iâll mend it with you. I canât imagine my life any other way.â
Their words are now spoken. Aqua suppresses a laugh and grins like a child. Terra holds his breath, just in case he screams from every emotion that he canât name. Â
âWell,â Ven says, rolling his sleeve up so he could wipe his nose on his forearm. âI guess itâs time. This bond is an oath you will remember each other until you close your eyes for the last time, for the tragedy to forget is to be alone forever. Do you accept this?â
âI do,â Terra says.
Aqua hums. âYes, I do.â
Ven smiles. âYou know what to do.â
With his free hand, Terra presses two fingers to his chest, over his heart, where he builds a golden glow. Twenty years living with her, ten years in darkness thinking about her, this vow is impossible to breakâeven if they canât do this any longer, Terra could never forget her. Never. In his hand is now a piece of himself, a nugget of his heart, a memory of her in his bed that he never wants to lose.
He takes those fingers to her chest, two thick golden threads drawn out from his heart. She winces at the touch, quick to dissolve. Stormfall shifts in his hand, growing longer, its hilt thicker and darker, wrapping around like a weaved shield. A subtle change, a little piece of him.
Aqua does the same, fingers to her chest first to create the threads, bringing them to his chest. It does hurt, like a needle digging into his skin, sharp for the entire length until itâs suddenly gone.Â
He feels full, as though his insides are creating space for something extra. Warm, frightening, whole, exciting. Her piece is a memory he canât read but he doesnât need to. Ends of the Earth opens way for an icy blade to cut through the middle as the hilt fans out like wings. A piece of her to take with him where he goes.
âAlright,â Ven chirps, snapping the booklet closed. âThe book ends with the quote, Two hearts, only one, but I think this means I can call you husband and wife in secret. So kiss.â
Their Keyblades dissipate when they hold each other, tender but with appetite, unaware of their surroundings for several selfish moments. With sewn threads, itâs as though he breathes through her. Terra presses her onto him, feeling how her heart now beats in sync with his.
âI love you,â she whispers. They are married.Â
Heâll never tire of hearing it. Stars, they are married. âI love you, too.â
Terra hears Ven sniff before a handkerchief is shoved into his face. âYou need your face dry and clean before everyone sees you,â Ven says.Â
The sunset now is deep, a fiery orange. Terra doesnât want to let go.
âIâll hold you again tonight,â Aqua says, patting his chest. âI want to see the meteor shower Ven promised.â
âItâll be a good one,â Ven assures.
Terra kisses her. âThen we have to make a run for it.â He picks Ven up like a log, jogging through the thicket of the forest with Aqua close behind him, the Master in her arms. When they approach the castle, in the twilight, they hear chatter coming from the halls, as though ghosts are partying outside.Â
Terra feels at peace despite that he now has to perform, balancing on a tightrope where he doesnât care if he falls. He turns around and holds her neck to kiss her again, feeling her laughter in his mouth. âOne more?â he asks when they break.Â
Ven, still tucked in Terraâs arm, groans. âI never asked for a front seat to the kissing show. Is this my punishment?â
Aqua kisses him one more time, whispering to him I love you for what will be a string of I love youâs in the night to come. Friends will cheer, Terra will trip on the way to the altar, Sora will cry because Terra will cry, Xion will eat too much cake and get sick, Isa will laugh because he is drunk, Kairi will be the star of the dance, Aqua will be the star in his eyes.Â
#terraqua#terra#aqua#ventus#terraqua week#kingdom hearts fanfiction#omg#this is finally out holy shiiiiiiiiit#i'm really proud of this one#reading through for edits#i impressed myself haha#my fic
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I know it might be too soon cause I just got into them but I had a mighty need đđ also no one writes anything for my babie Keonhee wtf- (this one has been completed in my drafts before the haechan one đ)
â ïžWarningsâ ïž: sub!oneus, mentions of crossdressing, mentions of petplay, mentions of bondage
Oneus as Camboys
Ravn
Alright, so we all know the confidence this man holds so he was made to be a camboy and I will not fight on this. Of course, as the prettiest boy, he gets a lot of attention right off the bat. He seems so cocky at the beginning of his streams which make viewers question if he's submissive at all, but then he'll whip out a fucking machine and proceed to get railed until enough comments give him permission to stop. If he ends up cumming before then he'll let it run for a little bit longer to overstimulate himself as his punishment, even when no one tells him to. He thrives off the comments that tell him how pretty he looks (which of course he already knows that but it never hurts to hear it again-), so much so that if he's getting close he'll start to ask the viewers if he's pretty just to help bring him over the edge. One of the viewers even mentioned that he looked similar to a kitten so the next stream he did he wore some cat ears he had laying around the house (no one knows where they came from or why he had them laying around but-). Now he never takes them off. Someone even bought him a cute little collar with a bell on it that everyone was thankful for cause it jingled everytime he moved and it only made him even cuter đ.
Seoho
This man has the sweetest face so the first time people started watching him they were very confused as to why such a sweet looking boy is doing something this dirty. Originally he didn't know what he would be doing but the second people started telling him how precious he looked he knew he had found his act. (Of course everything he does on camera is just an act and you really wish he would listened to you as much as he listens to his viewers sometimes but nope, you get left with the bratty bitch we all know and reluctantly love) He'll log on wearing big sweaters and panties that barely cover him up, and he'll let people buy him toys for him to use on the stream. When these gifts arrive he acts clueless as to what they're supposed to do, asking viewers if he's doing it right every five minutes cause he's just a big dumb babie that needs to be told what to do all the time đđ. Towards the end of his streams when he's coming down from his high, and he's all shaky and covered in his own cum, he'll look toward the camera and murmur "Was I a good boy for you?" Which of course makes everyone's hearts burst then and there. Then he'll just lay there for a minute or two, all smiley and giggly as he reads through all of the comments telling him how good he'd been and how proud they are of him :(. There are also times he'll claim that he's a virgin which no one knows if it's true or not it's definitely not but they roll with it cause he's just too darn cute.
Leedo
Everyone was hyped as soon as he started making his own streams after seeing him appear in one of Hwanwoong's. They were a little surprised to see him all shy and awkward after seeing him pounding into one of his friends but he's hot so no one questioned it that much. His first stream he didn't really know what to do so he's just awkwardly touching himself, trying his best not to look at the camera. The first time he glanced up, his eyes landed on a simple comment that said 'you don't have to be so shy baby, you look so pretty :)' and everyone sees his cock jump in his hold as he murmurs "I'm.. prettyâŠ?" under his breath. From that moment on everyone flooded the comments telling him how cute he was and he was finally able to relax a little. Someone mentioned that he whimpered so much he might as well be a dog, so it really wasn't surprising that he received a package a few days later with some puppy ears and a collar. Let's just say he enjoyed the collar a lot more than he thought he would. He'll start off quiet and shy but as he gets closer and closer to his release he can't hold back how loud he is. To 'spice things up a little' he wanted to do a stream where he cums without him touching himself, which leads to someone asking him to hump a pillow for them like the desperate puppy that he is. He enjoyed it a lot and has done many videos with it since then. But overall he's just the sweetest puppy who's ready to please đ„șđ
Keonhee
I genuinely don't know why I wanna tie this man up so bad but we're gonna roll with it. His first ever stream isn't meant to be sexual, he's just asking for advice on how he should tie his shibari cause he wants to surprise his girlfriend. The next one is of him showing off what he learned, and he's smiling so wide cause he's all proud of himself :(. But he starts to notice a bunch of comments telling him how pretty he is and how much they would pay to see him in nothing but the red ropes he had tied around him. He thinks about it for a bit before asking if you're ok with it (cause the sweet boy would never want to do something you're uncomfortable with) and after getting the go ahead he starts his camboy career. You tend to stick around behind the camera while he's filming cause 1) he tends to be more confident when you're with him and 2) he needs someone to help untie him when he's done (and secret reason 3) he gets really turned on by you watching him doing something so filthy). Let's say, giving a totally random example, he finishes up a stream where he's been tied up and gagged as he helplessly writhes around with a vibrating buttplug in and after the camera goes off, instead of untying him you take out the plug and replace it with your strap to make him cum again and again until you've drained him of everything he has to offer. Theoretically, if that ever happened, he wouldn't be against it- đ theoretically of course.
Hwanwoong
No one is surprised this man has a camboy account. He's the most likely to have one out of all the boys and everyone knows it. He's such a whore- But anyways everyone who watches him has a size kink. Obviously, everyone logs on to see his tiny body get absolutely ruined and you can't argue with me on this. His streams consist of him inviting over his tall, strong friends to just completely destroy his little hole for the world to see. One friend he invited over really caught people's attention cause of how pretty he was (*cough cough* Leedo *cough cough*) so he tends to keep bringing him back, and even convinces him to start his own camboy account. He's even done a few videos of him giving his friends a lap dance before he gets railed, which made someone mention that he'd make a good stripper and that's how he got his job at the strip club a few miles from his house (and this man would be loaded cause who doesn't want a piece of that?). He doesn't do a lot of streams of him by himself but they tend to be popular when he does. He gets a little shy cause he has to actually read the comments himself instead of someone just telling him how cute he looks as he rides his favorite dildo. Plus when he does it by himself it gives viewers a better view of him instead of another person.
Xion
This sweet boy lives for crossdressing. Originally he just wanted to show off a few cute outfits he had, which blended into him only wearing cute skirts and dresses he buys, and even though he isn't doing anything sexual everyone gives him money cause he's just so precious. One stream he's doing what he always does but things suddenly take a turn when someone tells him that if they were there right now then they would bend him over the nearest surface and fuck him senseless cause he just looks so cute, which leads to him touching himself cause just that one comment got him so worked up. He'll also get into roleplay and stuff too, usually around halloween cause it's easier to find costumes to wear. A fan favorite was a maid costume he bought for a halloween stream for some master/mistress and maid roleplay (Think of this cause I got lost in the world of catboy maids for a hot second the other day). He's been calling his viewers master ever since then cause he kinda likes the humiliation he feels when they call him their dumb little servant. Someone even sent him some cat ears, a collar with a bell, and some cat toe bean thigh highs to really pull his outfit together. He even bought matching pink lace panties to make him even more irresistible. I think out of all the boys he'd be the one to talk with his viewers most cause he just wants to make sure he's doing good for them cause he aims to please.
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ONEUS Reacting to their S/O Going Out in Revealing Clothing
Summary: How would ONEUS react to their S/O going out in revealing clothing?
Word Count: 1,197 words
Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju (Xion);
Rated: E / Warnings: Some suggestive stuff?, Feminine-coded clothes (While some of the clothes is more feminine, reader's gender/pronouns are unspecified) / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;
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Kim Youngjo (Ravn)
Youngjo would be so shocked seeing you on anything revealing. If you were to be going out without him, like with friends or to a party, he absolutely would disapprove. If you were going with Youngjo, though, he wouldn't mind as much. He'd still definitely be shocked, but a sort of good kind of shocked.
Youngjo is fixing his suit in the mirror, which you helped him pick out for this dinner with his members and managers. As he adjusts his tie, he can hear you call to him from the other side of the door.
"Youngjo, could you zip up the back of this dress for me?"
"Of course!"
He opens the door and is shocked to see that you are wearing a dress that is--in his humble opinion--very short. And while you look absolutely dazzling in the dress, he's feeling extremely conflicted about you wearing it out to a dinner with his members.
"Y/N . . ." he says. "This dress . . ."
You sense his slight discomfort, and pout at him, worried. "What? Does the dress not look good on me? I thought this color went nice with the necklace you got me."
"No, it's not that" he says, smiling softly. "It looks stunning on you. Everything does, Love, but . . . I donât know how I feel about the others seeing you in it."
"Youngjo, I'm going to be sitting next to you the whole time. We'll be fine," you say, cupping his cheek. "Besides, there are more scandalous things they could see me wearing."
Lee Seoho (Seoho)
Seoho wouldn't mind too much. If you were going out with him in something revealing, he'd be significantly more possessive than if you were wearing anything else. If you went out alone in something revealing, he would feel quite a bit possessive, but he wouldn't ask you to change into something else.
Seoho is sitting on the couch, texting something to one of his members. He looks up when he sees you enter the living room.
"Seoho, I'm heading out with my friends tonight," you say.
He stares at you, mouth hanging open in shock. You smile, fully aware that he's in shock at your outfit, and turn around to show him the back of your top, which has a large gap exposing your bare back.
"Do you like it?" you ask, teasingly. "Especially the exposed back?"
"Do I like it? Yes," he says, standing to walk over to you. He places a hand on your back, his fingers brushing over your exposed skin. "Do I worry about anyone looking at you more than they should? Also yes."
You grin. "Don't worry. You're the only one for me, Seoho."
"Good. I'll know that tonight, too."
Kim Geonhak (Leedo)
Geonhak gets jealous pretty easily, and he sucks at hiding his feelings. He does not like it when you go out in something too revealing, because he's so possessive. He wouldn't be mean about it, he'd probably be more pouty.Â
"Geonhak, can you tell me what you think of this dress?"
Geonhak looks up from his phone to see you wearing a dress with a slit on the side and a low off-shoulder. You notice how his eyes widen at the sight of you.
"You're going to a dinner party with your coworkers . . . in that?" he asks.
"Do you not like it?"
"I do, I do," he says. There's a long pause, and you can tell he has more to say. "I just think," he continues, "that it's very . . . a bit revealing for a work dinner party."
You frown, trying to make sense of what he's saying, and you walk over to stand in front of him. "Oh . . . you're not jealous, are you?"
Geonhak's eyes widen. "What? No, of course not. I just think that--" He sighs and ducks his head. "Okay, maybe I'm a little jealous."
You cup his cheeks and kneel down to press a kiss to his lips. "Don't be. I love you, okay?"
He smiles and squeezes your hips. "I love you, too."
Lee Keonhee (Keonhee)
Keonhee would probably be very pouty if you were to go out in something revealing without him. But if you were going to go out with him in something revealing, he'd be more than happy to show you off.
"Y/Nie, it's so pretty on you!" Keonhee says, peeking into the bedroom after you've changed into your dress.
You spin around, showing how your dress flutters when you turn. The single-shoulder neckline is low, and the skirt is short.
"You really think so?" You look at yourself in the mirror.
"I do. I think you look very sexy in this dress," Keonhee mumbles, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. "But then again, I think you look sexy in general. I can't wait for the members to see you like this. They'll wish you were theirs."
Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong)
Hwanwoong wouldn't mind too much. He might be a little bit put off by you wanting to go out in something too revealing, but he does trust you enough to be responsible on your own.
"Y/Nie." Hwanwoong walks into your apartment. "Where are you?"
"I'm in the bathroom!"
Hwanwoong walks to the bathroom and nudges the already-open door even more open to see you fixing your hair in the mirror. You smile at him in the mirror, noting how he's staring at your clothes.
Your outfit is a bit showy. Short shorts, backside exposed. You do plan on wearing a jacket over the outfit, as it will be getting cold as night falls.
"Oh, you're going out with your friends tonight, aren't you?" he asks. You nod.
"Yep." You nod.Â
"It looks . . ." He looks you up and down. "It definitely looks good."
"The outfit? Or the hair?"
"Both," he says, chuckling. "Bet you'll look good without the outfit too."
Son Dongju (Xion)Â
Dongju would not want you wearing anything too revealing. He would probably get pouty and clingy and would only tell you his feelings after you ask. He'd be a bit jealous, but quite a bit more possessive.
"Dongju-ya!" you call out from the living room of the dorm. "Are you ready to go?"
Dongju runs out of his bedroom, wearing a very handsome suit and tie. He stops as he enters the room, staring at you in awe.
"Y/Nie, you're so pretty . . ." he says, looking you up and down.
He's never seen you in this dress before, as you bought it specifically for this party with Dongju and his members. A medium length, wine red dress with a slit right down the side, and a low off-shoulder neckline.
"Like it?" you ask, spinning in a circle so that the skirt lifts up just a bit.
"I do," he says. "I love it. It's gorgeous. You shouldn't . . . do that around the guys, though."
"Why? Are you jealous?"Â you ask. He rolls his eyes and looks away.
"No. Maybe. Yes."
"It'll be okay. Let's get going, okay?"
During dinner with the members, Dongju holds your hand the entire time. Even if it makes it difficult to eat. He remains clingy, hugging you, holding your hands the entire time. Whenever you stop paying attention to him, he pouts at you.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/26823250
Summary: Skuld becomes worried that Naminé might not have the best of friends--and even our dear white witch begins to fear this--but Riku quickly lets her know that that isn't the case. Future fic. Canon. Oneshot. For Namiku Week.
âThank you for the new jean skirt you made me with your powers, NaminĂ©. And you look cute in the new jean dress you made, too,â Skuld was telling NaminĂ©, as they sat across from each other in the White Room.
NaminĂ© had invited the girl that Sora had just rescued over for tea, in thinking that she might be feeling lonely now that Lea and Isa were so much older than her. And if NaminĂ© was being honest with herself⊠she missed hanging out with people now, too. It seemed her new family of Roxas, Xion, Lea, and Isa were always busy with something outside of her interests these daysâŠ
After Skuld had just complimented her fashion capabilities, Naminé found herself looking down at the pictures she had drawn that had sprung to life with her illusion abilities: the very ensembles that both she and Skuld were wearing now. It may have been arrogant to say⊠but Naminé thought the designs were quite good herself, and she could see why the ancient Keyblade wielder liked them so much.
âThank you, Skuld⊠I appreciate that so much. Maybe I can find something to do with drawingâthat doesnât change peopleâs memoriesâafter all!â
But as NaminĂ© went back to drawing, she couldnât help noticing a worried frown etched upon the brunetteâs pretty face. ââŠYour other friends donât compliment you like this, do they NaminĂ©? To me⊠it seems like they arenât very good friends. Not like Iâm trying to be for you.â
âTheyâve been through so much trauma, Skuld⊠Much like how you haveâand even how Iâve endured itâthat I donât think they can always think of people outside their trios. But they do try. And I thank them for that.â
So Naminé had jumped in to defend her other friends from Skuld that day, but one night in the future⊠a very selfish part of the witch would wonder if Miss Skuld had been right.
It would be when she was walking away from a Struggle Match within its eighth inningâthat all the Guardians were still addicted toâand she still needed help with homework, that she would be having such a dark thought.
But then she ran into Rikuâwho, now that NaminĂ© thought about it, hadnât been at the eventâthat he would make her realize that two broken halves could easily make a whole, as he so often did.
At the moment, Riku seemed to be desperately looking for something at each of the shops in the Tram Common area, but he was coming up empty-handed each time.
NaminĂ© approached her friend then, about to ask him what he was searching for, but he instantly interrupted her as he wore a pleading look on his face. âNaminé⊠do you have anything that touches up hair roots, do you?â
And here, NaminĂ© had to giggle. Because sheâd never thought that someone as masculine as Riku would have need of such a thing⊠but then she supposed it also made sense. Maybe that was where the slight blue from Rikuâs hair came from: it was his darker roots that he desperately wished could be white like the rest of his hair.
âOf course, Riku,â NaminĂ© promised, as she surprisingly found herself taking one of his hands into her own. âI have to use the stuff to keep Kairiâs red out of my hair and keep all of it blonde. If you want, we can stop by my house and I can lend the dye to you. Hopefully, my platinum blonde hair is close enough to your whiteâŠâ
And seeming to agree to that, Riku silently fell into step beside NaminĂ©ïżœïżœïżœas they headed towards her home in one of the greener parts of Twilight Town. But the fact that Riku hadnât happily exclaimed his undying love for her, when she had the hair product heâd so certainly been searching for, clued her into something.
ââŠRiku, you were lying about the hair care products and just wanted an excuse to talk to me, didnâtâ you?â And as to why Riku would want that, NaminĂ© guessed it was because how touchy-feely Sora and Kairi had recently become with each other. And as much as NaminĂ© loved them and thought they deserved to be like that, it also made her want to gag some. Riku surely felt the same way.
ââŠI just think that with our other friends sometimes being busy with stuff now, that we should try and be something to each other again.â And Riku had said those words easily enough. Perhaps he wasnât aware of how they could be taken in a romantic connotation, but NaminĂ© was. And maybe she even wanted that for herself. ââŠSomething to each other?â echoed back to him, with a small smile playing about her lips. And before NaminĂ© could find it within her to be cowardly here, she stood on her tip-toes and kissed Riku on the lips. Rikuâs words could have been read as him wanting to find a new way to live his life now, now that his friends were making the old way complicated, and NaminĂ© wanted the unexplored and exciting, too.
And if the way that Riku blushed as their lips sang to each other was any indication, Naminé could tell that Riku was certainly her friend⊠and even more now.
So Skuld, as well-intentioned as sheâd beenâand NaminĂ© did love her for thatâhad been wrong, in the end.
And that was a very lovely thing, indeed.
Authorâs Note: I had some of this idea before KHIII came out⊠That if everyone would trio up and leave NaminĂ© alone some (:(), perhaps Skuld would become her friend and tell her that wasnât right⊠but I never knew how to finish it.
Then Namiku Week came up, and I needed some idea for it, so I decided to combine Namiku with it. So here we are.
But one day, I should probably do more with this Naminé and Skuld friendship thing. Thanks for reading!
#namiku#rikunami#Namiku week#namiku week 2020#fanfiction#oneshot#mine#my work#my writing#Shanna writes
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vanikai!!
1. How do much do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET
Fun fact: I started out as maybe and moved to the ship category while writingÂ
2. What non sexual activities do they like to do together?
Grass is Greener Verse:Â
Theater, as shocking as it is that they can fixate on something where the eyes aren't on either of them. Well, there is the pre-show ritual of Kairi talking about how well she would have done as a stage actress. Vanitas more often takes a supportive rather than sarcastic response to this, and tells her she should go to some open auditions. It's far from too late. She's young, hot, and talented (He presumes the last one, but he'd never bet the opposite...and after he sees the one movie she did and some of the commercials...he'll just keep his mouth shut on talented). Sometimes, she'll beam, call him right, and make plans she doesn't follow through on. Sometimes she's noncommittal. Sometimes she'll glare at him, deciding he's just trying to end conversation or mock that she is all talk. Post-show there's also talk--this time from both of them--about how they could have done better in certain roles, which is a couples bonding activity all on its own. HOWEVER, these types of fantasies are not why they love plays. They think is an engrossing form of storytelling, that make worlds come to life and put you in them more than movies or tv. Also, they are simply dramatic nerds at heart.
They also play tennis. Primarily doubles, though you would be foolish to play against them, but they enjoy competing with each other too.
Rock climbing, but at an indoor rock gym. Anyone who asks them if they are training for something/ever planning a trip receives incredibly incredulous looks and scoffing. Not because of the potential danger, because of the very idea of them out in the wilderness...though sometimes Kairi will counter this by mentioning that one summer she worked for her father's, now Axel's, landscaping business. That was getting dirty in nature. Vanitas's response to this is not for this headcanon space
A more canon-verse approach (what do you mean Vanitas not joining the guardians of light post-kh3 is not canon?): There is a lot of sparring. Vanitas helps Kairi advance her keyblade training and just plain get out some of the anger in the grief of losing Sora. Van doesn't go easy and Kairi likes that. Kairi helps Vanitas with any gaps in education without talking down, pitying or even mentioning his strange upbringing, or, the worst, comparing him to Roxas or Xion (because he has identity issues too). I'm not even talking traditional education, though that too if he wants, but education on social situations...which he's not a complete idiot about. He's actually really good at reading people. He just needs a little guidance on what way to use the info, because he only has like five moves and not every situation calls for "taunt" or "threaten loved one". Kairi makes him a much better manipulator. Thanks Kairi. There's also a lot of snuggling, because I say so, that's why. I just see them both as a bit yearning for physical reassurance in their lonely spells, and also the least likely to say it for their own different reasons, so they read it in each other and just give each other what they need but won't ask for.
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3. Who does chores around the house?
Grass is Greener: Neither, as much as it can be helped. It's a stand off about most of the regular chores, and periodically they have a cleaning service come through that is more thorough than either of them are. More often than not, Kairi is the one that "breaks" over keeping the kitchen clean, and Vanitas about cleaning bathrooms and straightening living areas. Vanitas is very neat as a habit, and Kairi likes her surroundings to show a little bit of how she likes chaos--she just is grossed out by dirty dishes, grease stains, and food crumbs. Cooking is a bit of a fifty-fifty with both preferring quickly assembled meals. Laundry is taken down to nothing-to-wear levels, and then it's whoever needs something first. Though sometimes this all goes out the windows, and Kairi goes through "Look, I'm a fifties housewife" sprints where suddenly everything's spotless and she's cooked a three course dinner and did it all in a cocktail dress because she didn't realize you're supposed to change into the dress after.Â
Kinda-canon: Vanitas. He has a lot of pent up emotions and sometimes you have got to stress clean or cook. Kairi would help, but the arrangement of Vanitas doing the lion's share and it seeming to help him definitely works for the self-described lazy bum.
4. Whoâs the better cook?
Grass is Greener: Vanitas. Kairi is a bit careless following recipes and doesn't have the innate "cooking sense" in regard to estimating amounts, flavors, heat, or time to freestyle. Vanitas, when he does cook, tends to get really serious about it even though he prefers the simple to assemble, like I said in the last answer.
Kinda Canon: Kairi. Vanitas is slow to adjust from the âfood is only fuel not pleasureâ mindset and Kairi starts out with a base of her adoptive parents having taught her some things. Vanitas has a sharp learning curve though, bullying Little Chef into helping him (because he's not going to lose) and not realizing that the bullying is what makes Little Chef more reluctant and ensures Remy doesn't teach him all the secrets he does to others. Anyone can cook, but if you're mean you are taught to cook less well. Once Kairi gets Little Chef tutelage, it's all over.
5. Whoâs the funniest drunk?
Grass is Greener: Both and neither in a way. They both have a very high tolerance. They tend to act out more on purpose out of the excuse than act out because of a truly altered state. Alcohol isn't magic. It just lowers inhibitions and neither has those to begin with. If I had to choose though, Kairi is a funnier drunk, because Vanitas's mean streak becomes more developed the drunker he is, whereas Kairi's mean streak, when she chooses to have one, is more practiced and purposeful cultivation instead of a natural harshness.
Kinda Canon: Vanitas. He is not prepared, and once he loses his filter everything spills out, and it's a lot less ugly than some people expected. Kairi just gets giggly and slightly louder, but otherwise doesn't change.
6. Do they have kids?
Grass is Greener: :) :DÂ Listen. Listen. If Shaky was the one who carelessly put "I don't think it fits me the way it used to" on the Vanikai picture she drew. SUPPOSEDLY this was done for cleavage and for the "help you take it off" joke but I know a dangled plotline when I see it.Â
Kinda Canon: That partially depends on the state of the worlds and how many other keybearers there are when they are older. Even in a stable universe, I don't see them having kids young and it being a long discussion of whether they want kids at all, not the least because of the implications of Vanitas's powers and whether they are only his or would be passed down--what could happen to an infant that could summon Unversed and not know how to retract them even if they were loyal especially if it would be hurt by them being vanquished. I see them adopting orphans from other worlds and saying fuck world order more than having kids naturally.Â
7. Do they have any traditions?
Grass is Greener: Annual trip to Vegas to recreate the way they met under new created identities.
Kinda Canon:Â Vanitas calls every tradition he's introduced to stupid without fail. Vanitas also gets VERY into every holiday, and Kairi is all too happy to indulge. Then, he starts nudging her about teaching him more dumb holidays. Their tradition becomes ALL THE TRADITIONS. They celebrate holidays from every world and from every religion if there's a way to do it respectfully--and if it's not appropriate to participate, then they just learn about it as much as they are permitted--and then they look up and celebrate obscure or "made up" things like Leave a Zucchini on a Neighbor's Porch Day.
8. What do they fight about?
Grass is Greener:Â What you would expect.Â
Housework.Â
Why do you take criticism like a personal attack?
What do you do all day? versus Why are you never home?Â
Were you flirting with the waiter?Â
Did you even want the baby? Was it a relief when I lost it?
Kind of Canon: Imagine Kairi saying in the same tone as Belle in Disney's Beauty and the Beast "Well you should learn to control your temper!"
No, really, it's mainly about Vanitas being "mean" to people...and then sometimes it's about Kairi doing the same and then blaming him as a bad influence.
9. What would they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one)
Grass is Greener: The flippant answer is that they are really confused about this whole Disney crossover with weird swords thing, and why they are teenagers in so many of these pictures. Don't even get them started on the skirt over the muscle suit paired with the motorcycle helmet Vanitas sees himself put in. When he wears a skirt he has a lot better style, especially if Kairi helps put together the outfit.
But let's take this in a different way. That one bad movie Kairi did is actually gaining a small cult following now years after its release. Someone does a "What Happened to Kairi Emberson? The Answer Will Shock You!" clickbait. The answer...is not shocking but enough people see a photo of Kairi, fine as ever, now Kairi White and looking so happy with Vanitas, and the pair get an objectively creepy because the next few pictures are pulled from social media they don't lock, but well intentioned few people finding and posting more cute pictures of the, and they become a sparse tag and one that is half joking, but a RPS all the same. Kairi pretends to hate this, but is not so secretly really flattered. Vanitas genuinely hates it.
Kinda-canon:Â Kairi loves it. Vanitas is fascinated despite himself. Everyone else is disappointed because they expected flustered denials or anger at those that portray them wrong, but Van and Kairi both just think it's cool.
10. Who cried at the end of Marley and me?
Grass is Greener: Neither. They roasted it for filth. They cried about it much later. Vanitas in the shower, and Kairi the next day when she was over at Xion's, saw her dog Elmo, and it all busted loose.
Kinda Canon: Vanitas. Cue a discussion about how movies work, how they are not real, and Vanitas snapping that he knows that until there are now multiple types of Unversed to take care of. Kairi gently cuddles both her man and the Unversed until equilibrium returns.
11. Who always wins at Mario kart?
Kairi in all universes. Vanitas doesn't care in GiG, but in canon there is a shout of "Rematch and this time it counts!" despite it being the 100th rematch
12. One thing I like about this ship?
That they have potential to understand each other more than people who technically know them better, or at least the concept of being seen a certain way and having a different "certain way" that everyone thinks it would be better if they grew toward instead of just being allowed to be. Princess of Heart and Agent of Darkness aren't really so different after all.
13. One thing I donât like about the ship?
When it's clear that it's a fill in for people who want Soriku but can't think of anyone but Sora for Kairi, and so pick "other Sora." There's not anything wrong with that outright, and this isn't me annoyed with pair the spares (though that can rub wrong if it is handled wrong or I'm in a mood to make a point about how not everyone needs a romantic relationship), but annoyed with the reduction of Vanitas to "edgy Sora"
14. The song I would say fits them?
Grass is Greener:
Sibella, and I'll quote a verse and a half because clearly this isn't already long enough.
"You are vain and you are heartless and yet
I can feel in you a shade of sadness
That's barely detectable
That I still want you at all
I may live to regret
You're deceitful
You're delectable
You see the fate of a man
Who has had the misfortune
To spend his life caught in your sway
I see Sibella
My Sibella
And I like her that way"
It works both ways. Change whatever pronouns you want.
Kind of Canon: I...don't know. I can't think off the top of my head.Â
15. Another headcanon about the paring? (Free space)
Grass is Greener: Even though they think they met in Vegas, they had crossed paths before and probably more than once. I don't have specific headcanons (yet), but this may be something if I ever write the other 20 bazillion Grass is Greener scenes for various characters and relationships that I want to do first.
Kind of Canon:Â Kairi makes her own version of the suit and borrows Vanitas's helmet sometimes to do things she would never "get away with" as herself. Vanitas blesses this, helps her with the suit, and hands over the helmet after kissing the visor for luck. He also exposes her as a fake Vanitas by showing up at the worst time on purpose.
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I was gonna say 'Fancy seeing you here,' but I bet that gets old, huh? So here. Figured you'd be around sooner or later, since Sora's back. And I've been saving this for you. One of your old weapons. Xion's been working on it. She's got a knack for making things, turns out. Well? What are you looking at me for? Get over there and hug that kid.
âI havenât gotten tired of it yet,â Melody assured Axel. She didnât add that, unlike enemies, friends get passes for their catchphrases, no matter how repetitive. She didnât have to.
It took a moment for Melody to place what Axel handed her, but once she did, she laughed. âYou really kept this? After I chunked it at your head?âÂ
In her hands was a metal hammer, the pole still two feet long and the large head shaped like a mallet. It had been one of the many weapons sheâd gone through before becoming a keyblade wielder. Sheâd never expected to see it again, not just because sheâd thrown it at Axel but also because heâd been fleeing into a Corridor of Darkness at the time.
Gracefully departing, she could practically hear him argue.
Now, the hammer looked brand new, devoid of wear and tear, its loud magenta and teal paint job completely restored. Despite being made of metal, Melody swore it felt lighter, too. She gave it a few experimental swings and found it was definitely easier and faster to wield, and there was something else⊠A surge of power between her fingertips.
The hammer had been imbued with magic.
Melody did look at Axel then because when had Xion learned to do this? Then, she was turning, finding her standing shyly off to the side.
That wouldnât do.Â
âXion! This is amazing! Thank you!â Melody said, gathering the younger girl in a bear hug.
âMmf mmmf mmmph mmm mf?â Xion said into Melodyâs collarbone.
âSorry, what was that?â Melody said, pulling back.
âI asked if you think youâll use it? I know itâs no keyblade.â Xion tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. âThat didnât occur to me until after the fact.â
âYou kidding? Of course Iâm gonna use it! You turned it into a mage weapon! Oh, hang on.âÂ
Melody put some distance between herself and the two former Nobodies. With a stylistic twirl of the hammer over her head, Melody brought it down with unrelenting force and thought, Thundara!Â
The head put a dent in the ground, but on impact was when the magic literally happened. Five forks of lightning shot out of the hammer, blazing across the grass in all directions before vanishing, leaving the smell of burning ozone in their wake. Melody whooped while Axel gave a low whistle.
âNice one,â he said to both of them.
âThe next bad guy is getting this thing right in the face,â Melody vowed, gazing at it in awe.
âAnd in my experience, ouch,â Axel added dryly before rumpling Xionâs hair. âGood work, kid.â Xion batted his hand away, looking pleased with herself.Â
Smiling, Melody draped the hammer across her shoulders and hooked her wrists on the handle, watching them both. Thatâs when she noticed. âWait, did you both finally ditch those Organization cloaks and get new threads? You look so cute,â she told Xion, beaming.Â
Sweeping a non-existent wrinkle from her white skirt, Xion blushed at getting fawned over, but her grin was like the sun breaking through the clouds. It couldnât be stopped. âThanks. Olette helped a lot.â
âShe has good taste.â
âHey, what about me?â
Melody quirked an eyebrow at Axel. âWhat about you?â
âI donât get one measly little compliment, even after all the hard work Iâve done?â
âFine,â Melody sighed out the word, then simply stated, âYou look nice.â
ââNiceâ?â Axel waved an airy hand that somehow conveyed his disappointment even more than his let-down tone. âAnd here Iâd pegged you for a wordsmith.â
âDry your tears, darling,â Melody told him. She drew closer to Axel until she could rest the hammer in the dirt between them, the neckline of his shirt running smooth between her fingers. Her next words were just for him. âCanât say what Iâm really thinking, not in front of the kid.â Â
She held Axelâs gaze for a beat, then winked. Hefting the hammer, she skirted past them both. âIâll be back. I need to see what this thing can do against some heartless. Tell Roxas I said hey!â Â
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