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Lucky Stars Information

Welcome to our KH Imagine Blog!

Following this link to the carrd will provide you with all the information you'll need about Lucky Stars.

Just in case though, here's a few of the important resources:

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~Archive of our Own Collections~

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-Mod Lucky

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Hello!!! I’ve been reading your works since 2018 and I hope y’all are doing well!! I’m not sure how active you are on this blog anymore but it always used to make me so happy to see you post :) thank you so much for all the writing you’ve done, and I hope you have a good day!!

Awww! Oh my goodness you have absolutely made my day. Thank you for this message! It means the world to know that you've enjoyed my work for so long. Kingdom Hearts has been and always will be my muse <3 I do still brainstorm a lot about the requests we get here and even read the past Fics from time to time. I'm in a small burnout from writing, but always hope to come back in full force someday. Maybe Kingdom Hearts 4 will help kick me back into it!

Thank you again for the message and I hope you have a lovely day too!

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Zexion Fic Collection

It's Zexion Day! To celebrate, I gathered all of the Zexion requests we've gotten <3 Enjoy!!

Watching Over You - Ienzo and Older Reader Platonic Headcanons

Fluffy Zexion x Reader HeadCanons

Ienzo and Reader Reuniting Post DDD Ficlet

Ienzo and Reader ~ Recalling Fond Memories

Ienzo x S/O HeadCanons

Zexion x Aspiring Author S/O HeadCanons

Ienzo w/ Older Sibling Figure HeadCanons

Zexion/Ienzo x S/O Headcanons

Falling for You ~ Ienzo x Childhood Friend

Pet Names ~ Even & Ienzo x Fem!Reader Headcanons

Patching Up The Basement Trio HeadCanons

Basement Trio w/ Crush Falling Asleep on Their Shoulder

Poly! Ienzo/Lea/Fem!Reader HeadCanons

Somebodies with Really Affectionate S/Os

The Organization with Touch Starved S/O

The Organization Height HeadCanons

Fangirling Reader ~ Marluxia, Demyx, Isa, Luxord, Xigbar, Lea, Ienzo, and Even)

Reuniting with the Basement Trio ~ Poly! Fem!Reader/Even/Aeleus/Ienzo

Fem S/O Comforting Recompleted Even and Ienzo

Musical Crush ~ Lea, Aqua, Ienzo

Sora and Ienzo w/ Sweet Reader that Gets Angry

Wedding HCs for Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion

Fluffy HeadCanons for Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion with Fem!Reader

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It's Lexaeus Day!!

And since we've been having a bit of a thing going to celebrate the KH days, I decided to gather up all the Lexaeus requests we've done!

Enjoy!!

Lexaeus Cuddling with Small Reader

Lexaeus/Aeleus x Hot Tempered S/O HeadCanons

Flower Crown - Aeleus x Fem!Reader Ficlet

Midnight Picnic - Aeleus x Fem!Reader Ficlet

Fem!Reader Patching Up the Basement Trio

Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion x Reader HeadCanons

Wedding HCs for Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion

Color Soulmate AU HeadCanons for Aeleus and Xaldin

Fluffy HeadCanons for Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion with Fem!Reader

Fluffy Aeleus and Dilan HeadCanons

Lexaeus, Xaldin, Vexen, and Xigbar Discover a Crush

Xemnas, Lexaeus, Xigbar, and Marluxia with an Shapeshifter!S/O

Even Nobodies Deserve to be Loves ~ First Kiss HeadCanons

Poly Ficlet ~ Aeleus x Dilan x Fem!Reader

Xigbar, Lexaeus, and Zexion Comfort Reader Headcanons

Comfort from the Basement Trio Poly Ficlet

Reuniting with the Basement Trio ~ Poly! Fem!Reader/Even/Aeleus/Ienzo

Basement Trio w/ Crush Falling Asleep on Their Shoulder

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Xaldin Day Fic Collection

It's Xaldin Day!!!

SO what better way to celebrate than gathering all the things I've written about him into one post?

Decision of the Heart

Xaldin leaves a life filled with regret behind, yet someone is knocking at his door trying to bring him back.

Written for the Xaldin Zine as a Collab piece with another artist that unfortunately did not end up finishing the project. Their concept was a bakery mafia AU! I'd never written a piece like this before and it was actually a lot of fun to do.

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Dilan Returns Home Ficlet

Always ~ Dilan x Fem!Reader Ficlet

Xaldin’s SO Dying in His Arms Ficlet

What If You Stayed? HeadCanons

Valentines Day with Dilan x Fem!S/O Ficlet

Xaldin Discovers a Child

Dilan x Reader Confession Ficlet

Lexaeus, Xaldin, Vexen, and Xigbar Discover a Crush

Color Soulmate AU HeadCanons for Aeleus and Xaldin

Wedding HCs for Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion

Happy Xaldin Day!!

-Mod Lucky

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Xigbar Appreciation Day

It's Xigbar's Day!!! And given that we have a good collection of posts for him, I figured it would be a good excuse to gather them all together into a Master's Post!

Angels in Flight Series

A series of ficlets following a singular storyline between Xigbar and a shy Female Reader. Most of them are linear, but occasionally a out of timeline request is made.

You don't know what it is about the Marksman that has you so thoroughly enraptured, but he has you wrapped around his slender finger. He is the one person than can melt away your insecurities and make you forget that all you really are is a Nobody.

Fluffy Xigbar/Braig X Reader Headcanons

Xigbar Gets the Feels

Xigbar x Feisty S/O

Xigbar x M!Reader Fluff

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Luxu Posts

Cycle of Existence -

Luxu stands amongst the gravestones of his fallen 'friends'. It's not the first time he's been in this position, nor will it be the last. The cycle of his existence continues... There's just one last loose end to tie up before he moves on.

With featured art by @amyhayanora

Luxu Has a Girlfriend Headcanons

Can You See? ~ Luxu x Reader Color Soulmate AU

Luxu and the Foretellers ~ Headcanons

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Xigbar/Braig Group Posts

Ansem’s Apprentices Reacting to Their SO Telling Them They are Pregnant

Wedding HCs for Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion

Organization XIII Comforting a Chubby Reader

Lexaeus, Xaldin, Vexen, and Xigbar Discover a Crush

Xemnas, Lexaeus, Xigbar, and Marluxia with an Shapeshifter!S/O

Luxord, Axel, and Xigbar with a Shy S/O HeadCanons

Hug/Kiss/Show Affection HeadCanons Xemnas, Saix, Xigbar x Reader

7 Deadly Sins Assigned to the Organization

Even Nobodies Deserve to be Loves ~ First Kiss HeadCanons

Xigbar, Lexaeus, and Zexion Comfort Reader Headcanons

The Organization with Touch Starved S/O

The Organization Height HeadCanons

Fangirling Reader ~ Marluxia, Demyx, Isa, Luxord, Xigbar, Lea, Ienzo, and Even)

Flirting with the Organization

Gushing About Xigbar ~ Demyx/Reader/Xigbar Poly Ficlet

Male Members React to Pregnant S/O

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Riku Appreciation Day

Those of you that know me, know that Riku is my favorite character from Kingdom Hearts. I heard it's apparently his day today?? So I thought it would be fun to make a Master's Post for all the Riku centric posts on this blog!

I'll be making another post like this on Midnight Stars too! So be on the lookout.

**Riku Being There For Fem!Reader**

**Fluffy Riku X Reader Headcanons**

**Riku Falling in Love with M!Reader Ficlet**

**Riku x SO that is Afraid of Thunder Ficlet**

**M!Reader Making Flirty Jokes Around Riku**

**M!Reader Meeting Riku’s Family HeadCanons**

**Modern!Riku x Painter!Reader**

**Riku with a Pregnant S/O HeadCanons**

**Shy Fem!Reader Likes KH3!Riku’s New Hair Imagine**

**Riku’s Ideal Valentines Day HeadCanons**

**Riku x Energetic S/O**

**Riku x Shy Fem!Reader**

**Riku x Fem!Reader Visit a Hot Spring HeadCanons**

**Reader Takes a Tumble ~ Riku x Fem!Reader Ficlet**

**Riku Meets His Soulmate ~ Soulmate Key AU**

**More Than You Know ~ Riku x Fem!Reader Comfort Headcanons**

**Riku x M!Reader ~ Sacrifice HeadCanons**

**Exam for Sorcery - Terra, Aqua, Riku, Reader (Platonic Ficlet)**

**Lazy Afternoons ~ SoRiKai x Reader Fluff Ficlet**

**Riku and Terra Slow Dancing with Partner**

**Critical Hit ~ Angst Hurt HeadCanons w/ Sora and Riku w/ Fem!Reader**

**Never Let Me Go ~ Mermaid Poly AU w/ Riku/Roxas/Sora/M!Reader**

**Platonic Buds ~ Riku, Terra, Ventus w/ Reader**

**SoRiRoku + M!Reader First Impression Headcanons**

**Berserk G/N!Reader Headcanons ~ Roxas/Riku/Vanitas**

**The Meaning of the Word ~ Sora & Riku & Kairi KH3 Ficlet**

**You Don't Believe That ~ A Riku & Terra Interaction (Post KH3) Ficlet**

**A Blind Date With Riku**

**Destiny Against Fire ~ Sora/Riku/Kairi**

Rogue:

Rogue Ch1 ~ Riku x Fem!Reader Ficlet

Rogue Ch2 ~ Riku x Fem!Reader Ficlet

Rogue Ch3 ~ Riku x Fem!Reader Ficlet

Beyond This Morning:

Beyond This Morning Ch1 ~ Riku x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Beyond This Morning Ch2 ~ Riku x Fem!Reader

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Hiiiii! So I have a bit of a surprise that no one asked for. This concept has been living in my brain rent free since I wrote the first chapter. And I'm continuing it on my own! You can find Chapter 1 here:

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💬 3  🔁 1  ❤️ 8 · **Meet You in Quadratum ~ Fem!Reader x Young Master Xehanort** · Hi! I have found your blog recently and I love your works.

Meet You in Quadratum Ch2~ Fem!Reader x Young Master Xehanort Words: 3509

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It felt so good to take a shower. Steam wafted around you, swirling and fogging the bathroom. Hot water pelted your skin that had been chilled to the bone by the raging storm outside. It seemed endless. Even now, you could hear the distant rumbling of thunder and raindrops rivuleting down the windows. It was a miracle the city below didn’t end up flooded. 

You could also hear Xehanort moving around his apartment. The fact you were in his home was still something you struggled to accept. It all felt like a dream, one you hoped you wouldn’t wake up from. He seemed to be cooking something. The savory scent of it snuck into the shower, making your mouth water and stomach grumble. 

He must be making dinner, you thought. Then you realized something… you’d never seen him cook before. To be fair, he had never seen you do it either. Your meetings were always fleeting. There was never enough time to show how either of you actually lived. There was something cozy about being here with him… taking a shower in his apartment, waiting to eat his homemade food. The life you rarely dared to dream of with him. 

You smiled to yourself, washing your hair and taking a moment to breathe it all in. Maybe I don’t have to go back after I find Riku and Sora… The thought entered your mind and your heart fluttered in kind. You’d just found the man and you were already considering giving up your life back in the real world for him. Yet, even with that fact, you weren’t backing down from the idea. The past year had been long. Each day left you awake in bed, feeling so utterly alone. You lost Xehanort once, you weren’t keen on it happening again. 

Rinsed off, you switched off the water, shivering at the loss of the heat. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself. It was only then that you realized that your clothes were still sopping wet from the rain. Looking down at yourself, you considered walking out in just your towel. If Xehanort had fully remembered you and your past together, you might have done so and relished in what came after. Now though? Your lips still tingled from the kiss you shared at his window, yet it still felt like a jump to come out nearly naked the very next time you interacted. 

Blowing out a breath, you pushed your wet hair out of your face and went to the door. “Um… Xeha? Can you hear me?”

There was a pause. Then footsteps approached. 

“Something wrong?” he asked from the other side of the door, the weight of his body leaning against it. 

“No, no,” you replied, an awkward laugh mixing with your voice. “It’s just that my clothes are still wet. Do you think-”

“Right,” he realized, inadvertently cutting you off. His weight went off the door. “I’ll be right back.”

You waited, lightly chewing on your lower lip. Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of yourself in a cleared spot on the foggy mirror. There was a warmth to your cheeks that hadn’t been there in months. You smiled at your reflection, resting the side of your head against the door. This was really happening.

“I found something for you.” Xehanort returned and softly knocked on the door. “It will be large on you.”

“That’s alright,” you promised, opening the door just enough to peek out at him. “I’m sure it will be perfect.”

He stepped back, surprised. His eyes didn’t seem to know where to focus and he chuckled. “Right.” Clearing his throat, he held out the clothes for you, opting for looking away entirely. “I’ll take you to get some new clothes tomorrow.”

You took the clothes and hugged them to your chest. “I’ll find a way to pay you back.”

“You don’t have to,” he assured you, glancing over and catching your eyes. “In return, you could answer my questions. Fill in the blanks.”

“I’d like that,” you agreed, resting your head against the doorframe. 

He smiled back, subtle, soft, enough to make your heart flutter in that all too familiar way. Your fingers tightened around the clothes, fighting the urge to tug on his shirt and kiss him. 

“I’ll, um, let you change.” He turned away quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll have food waiting.”

The softest giggle slipped out of you. “Alright. Thank you, Xeha.”

You leaned your back against the door once it was shut, smiling like a schoolgirl that was asked to a dance by the captain of the football team. The original mission you were sent to Quadratum for in the first place was far back in your mind. Still there, but overshadowed by Xehanort. He had that effect on you, even now, after all this time. 

I’ll get back to searching tomorrow, you promised yourself. There was no harm in taking time to acclimate to the world, right?

You finished drying and put on the clothes Xehanort gave you. He was right, it was oversized on you. A white button up shirt with long sleeves reached past your bottom. You rolled up the sleeves, but they still fell down the more you moved. You hadn’t realized how much bigger Xehanort was than you. He seemed similar stature to you, though you guessed men’s clothing fit differently than a woman’s. The pants were cotton, a gray blue in color, with a drawstring around the top. You tied it around the top of your hips, the fabric long and loose on your legs. 

He better not laugh when he sees me, you thought, an embarrassed flush entering your cheeks when you looked at yourself in the defogging mirror. 

Grabbing up your wet clothes, you hung them up over the shower to dry. Then with a deep breath, you left the bathroom. The scent of dinner greeted you with gusto, drawing you through the hall towards the kitchen. Xehanort had his back to you, stirring a pan with sizzling vegetables. A black apron was tied around his hips and he seemed lost in his work. You watched, careful not to disturb his focus. Cutlets of chicken simmered in a sauce, rice boiled in a cooker, and your stomach rumbled, giving away your presence. 

Xehanort straightened and looked over his shoulder, a smirk growing at the sight of you. 

“Don’t laugh,” you warned him and despite the warning, a snicker still came out of him. Though you also noticed a hint of warmth filling his ears. 

“I’m glad they fit well enough,” he settled on saying, turning back to the food. “Dinner is almost ready. Make yourself comfortable.”

You sat at a stool in front of the kitchen’s bar and folded your hands across the countertop. “It smells amazing.”

“It’s one of the only meals I know how to make well,” he said, getting a soft laugh out of you. 

“I imagine you had to learn quick once you showed up here,” you replied, looking around the apartment. “You’ve done well for yourself.”

“It took time,” he admitted. “If I hadn’t struck a deal with the owner of this building, I’d likely still be out there,” he looked over his shoulder and added with a smirk, “trying to sleep all night at that laundromat."

You huffed a laugh, but the amusement fell. “I’m sorry you had to handle it all on your own. I wish I could have been here with you from the beginning…”

A plate of food was placed in front of you. Looking up, your eyes met with his. 

“You’re here now,” he said, his voice low and soft. “That’s all that matters.”

Your cheeks warmed and you leaned over the counter, meeting your lips together. His breath caught, followed by a low hum. He kissed you back, both of you slow and soft in your movement. His fingers grazed the back of your cheek and the kiss parted.

“Sorry,” you breathed out.

“Don’t be,” he replied with a whisper. He lingered there, his eyes dancing over your face, before he turned around to get his own food. 

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Once dinner finished, the rain had finally stopped. You looked out the window while you washed the dishes, that you insisted on doing for him. The raindrops on the window shimmered under the moonlight. You weren’t sure what time it was. It felt as if the sun should be coming up at any time, yet you weren’t tired. Perhaps it was from reuniting from Xehanort, and the fear that if you fell asleep here, you’d wake up and discover it all was simply a dream.

Xehanort knelt in front of the fireplace, igniting the fire and blowing softly on the embers. You watched him, curious that he didn’t use magic to light it. Though, without his memories, it was entirely possible he’d forgotten about magic altogether. Soon the golden glow from the flames cast over him and he stood up, brushing his hands together. Everything with him tonight felt so… grounded. A glimpse into a real life with him. 

Looking over his shoulder, he caught your stare and smiled. “You must be exhausted. I can show you to your room when you’re done.”

You shook your head, matching his smile. “I don’t think I’ll get much sleep tonight, if I’m honest.”

He seemed to understand. With a hum, he nodded and turned back to the fireplace. Finishing the dishes, you turned off the water and dried your hands. You joined him beside the fire, watching it flicker with warmth and life. 

“Would it be alright if I asked you more about my past?” he asked. 

“Of course,” you replied, though a lump of dread weighed in your heart. It will depend on what you ask about, you thought.

He gently grabbed your arm. “Come on then, we should get comfortable.”

You followed him to the couch. He sat down first, at the L-shaped angle and you sat just far enough away to not be touching. You could feel his body warmth regardless and wished to go closer, yet you kept your distance. 

Xehanort stared into the fire, his gaze distant and brow furrowed. You allowed him to think and sunk back into the cushions. 

“What do you know about me?” he asked, then huffed out a laugh. “I understand that’s a broad question. I don’t know what to ask.”

“It’s alright,” you assured him, smiling when his fingers ghosted over yours, before threading together. “You grew up on a world called Destiny Islands. I didn’t know you then, though I always wish I did. There was someone that took care of you there, someone that would tell you stories about warriors and Keyblades. You told me it always enthralled you. Made you wish that you could be part of something bigger.”

“Keyblades,” he repeated, holding out his hand in front of him. “They sound so familiar… Important.”

“They are,” you replied. “They’re powerful. Sometimes too much.”

He hummed, looking over at you. “What do you mean?”

You swallowed hard. “They’ve made so many people go crazy for power. I mean, it’s what ultimately broke us apart. Your Master wanted to forge the ultimate blade, something that could reform the world, basically… He didn’t care what it cost.” 

“What did it cost?” he asked, watching your expressions.

“Hundreds of lives, my friends…” your voice trailed and emotion constricted your throat. “It cost me you.”

You sucked in a breath, familiar panic rising. Even with him right beside you, the image of his body on the ground, lifeless, pale, blood pooling around him, it was still so vivid in your mind. The pace of your heart quickened, making it difficult to breathe. Xehanort got up and knelt in front of you, his hands grabbing both of yours. 

“Y/N,” he said your name and it echoed in your mind. “Y/N, it’s ok.”

Reality washed over you, breaking through the memory. Tears were wet on your cheeks and you blinked, allowing fresh ones to fall. You looked down, seeing Xehanort watching you with golden eyes. Your hand reached over, your fingers caressing his face. 

His hand went over yours. “I’m right here,” he promised. 

You strained a smile, nodding. It was true, even if you still struggled to believe it. Xehanort sat back on the couch, pulling you over to him. You settled on his lap. Your head resting against his chest as your legs dangled on the other side of him. He held you close, his hand tracing up and down your arm and the other along your leg. His heart raced against your ear, but he didn’t let you go. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I know it must be confusing.”

“Less than you’d think,” he admitted, his voice rumbling through his chest. “It’s strange, but I know everything you say is true.”

“Your heart knows,” you replied and he hummed. 

“I suppose.” His cheek rested against the top of your head. 

Neither of you spoke. He held you there, his heart rate gradually settling the longer you remained in his arms. Your hand grazed along his chest, your eyes slowly closing and listening to his heart mixing with the crackling of the fire. 

“I died,” he stated matter of factly, and you froze. “Didn’t I?”

Your fingers tightened over his shirt and you nodded. 

“Then, how did you end up here?” he asked slowly. “Did you…?”

“No,” you forced the word out and sat up to look in his eyes. A sheen of emotion was washed over his eyes, as well as yours. You strained a smile. “I’m ok. I was sent here to find someone.” 

Visible relief washed over him. “Who?” he asked.

You paused, biting your lip. “Do you remember the names Sora and Riku?”

His mouth twitched and he looked away, his brow furrowing as it had before. “Your friends, The…” He thought about it a moment more. “Heroes of Light.”

You smiled suddenly, a breathless laugh escaping you. “That’s right! They’re my friends.”

“Then why don’t I feel like they liked me?” he asked, smirking when you bubbled into another laugh. 

You stifled it. “Because… they didn’t know we were together. No one did. Well, not for a long while, anyway. They found out near the end. Everyone did.”

“And they didn’t like what they saw,” he surmised and you nodded, looking down at his chest. 

“We tried to hide our feelings for each other, but in the end, it wasn’t good enough,” you explained. “Your Master found us a few days before the war. And it seemed like he’d known for a while, just didn’t do anything to stop it.”

Xehanort studied you, his hand grazing along your back. “Why did I follow him?”

You glanced up at him, then away. “It’s… complicated.”

“Try to explain it,” he pressed. “Please.”

A soft sprinkle of rain pattered against the window. You listened to it, gathering your thoughts. Part of you wanted to tell Xehanort to forget about it. He was better off not knowing… wasn’t he?

He was patient, waiting for you to piece together a response. His eyes studied you, still trying to come to terms with who you were to him. 

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with a whisper. “It wasn’t something I entirely understood. I just knew that I cared about you. At some point, the war didn’t matter to me as much anymore. There were times I wished we could have forgotten the whole thing and run away together.”

With a soft breath, he looked away. He wasn’t satisfied with the answer, but didn’t seem like he was going to push for more information. “Maybe that heart of mine will fill in the blanks.”

A small laugh huffed out of you. “Maybe so.”

Xehanort chuckled along with you. He laid his head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling before closing his eyes. You smiled, settling to resting your head along his chest and listening to his heart. The hint of sleep teased your senses. The fire naturally died down, the occasional crackle mixed with the rain once again growing outside, and the rhythmic beating of Xehanort’s heart. 

“I remember a waterfall,” he said after a while, his voice low and vibrating through his chest. 

You hummed, wordlessly telling him to continue. 

“There were fireflies. One of them landed in your hair.”

You giggled, and he chuckled too. “Of course you’d remember that.”

“I thought it was just a dream,” he said. “All this time.”

Another hum in reply. You remembered the moment he was recalling. It started out so beautifully. Laughter, soft sighs and touches, it was the last time Xehanort told you he loved you.

You hesitated before asking, “What else do you remember?”

His arm tightened around you and you knew, he did truly did remember. “My Master appeared… though I still don’t know his face, or even his voice.” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Why did I follow someone like him?”

You buried yourself further against his chest, allowing him to pull you closer. “It doesn’t matter,” you told him. “Not anymore.”

Releasing a breath, he asked, “Did I hurt anyone?”

“Xeha…”

“Y/N, I need to know,” he pressed. 

Sitting up, you gently gripped his chin and turned his head to look at you. “Who you were back then, doesn’t change who you are now. I don’t know everything you did back then. We both hurt people and did things we shouldn’t. You followed your Master because you believed it was the right thing to do. But he’s not here now. You can start over and separate yourself from everything he tried to force you into.” You smiled, tears straining your voice. “Isn’t that enough?”

His eyes danced over you. “You truly believe that?”

You nodded, both of your hands going to the sides of his face. “Of course I do.” 

Something shifted in his eyes. You waited with bated breath for his reaction. He softened, a breath releasing and his all too familiar smirk teasing the corner of his mouth. Grabbing your hand, he placed a lingering kiss on your palm, causing your nerves to flutter. “You might be delusional,” he murmured. 

Despite yourself, you laughed. “I don’t think I care if I am or not.”

He huffed out a laugh, and tugged your forward, crashing your lips together. It was your turn for your breath to hitch at the pure sudden intensity. The kiss broke as suddenly as it started. Your breaths were heavy and short, fogging the air between you. 

“Do you think that’s wise?” he asked.

Your eyes danced over him, your heart beating loud in your ears. The air shifted around you, feeling heavy and warm. He watched you intently, awaiting your answer. 

“Do you remember more than you’re telling me?” you asked.

“Just my dreams,” he promised, leaning forward and kissing you again. “Knowing they are real, I realize there’s so much more I remember.” He leaned over, pulling you with him. Your back pressed down against the couch and he held himself up over you. “What if I’m not the man you think I am?”

Your heart skipped. He stared at you with such an intensity, yet behind it you knew there was a concern. A worry that all of this wasn’t real and once you knew the truth, you’d leave. Your hands slid up his chest, lacing into his hair behind his neck. He shivered at your touch, but didn’t look away from you. 

“I know you are,” you replied. “Every part of you.”

“Even the parts that don’t fit in with your Heroes of Light?” he asked, his gaze flitting to your lips.

“I’m done trying to change who you are,” you admitted, pulling him down to you. 

He sighed into your mouth, melting to your touch. 

“I love you, Xeha,” you whispered once your lips parted.

His entire body trembled. He kissed along your jaw, then your neck, before relaxing his body and laying on top of you. It was like a weighted blanket, holding every part of you. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his heart pounding against yours. Your hands trailed up and down his back. 

“I think you are delusional,” he muttered and a sudden laugh slipped out of you. 

“So what if I am?” you asked, getting a rumbling laugh in response. 

He placed short fleeting kissed to your neck, where he could reach. You hummed, your eyes closing and a smile curving across your face. 

“We’ll search for your friends together,” he said, his voice muffled against you. “Alright?”

Your arms tightened around him, emotion straining your throat. You could only imagine Sora’s and Riku’s face when they see Xehanort helping alongside you. It was everything you could ever dream. Taking in a shaking breath, you replied, “Alright.”

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Do you take Rokusora requests

Hello! We do take requests for canon x canon characters, so RokuSora would be fine :)

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Hi! I have found your blog recently and I love your works. Especially the Young Xehanort ones. Dark Road made me like him a lot.

If possible, could you write a fic with the reader wandering around Quadratum, after managing to follow Riku and Sora there, and reuniting (by sheer coincidence) with Young Xehanort there? Maybe set after your previous fics? Whichever works for you.

I really hope that we get more of him in KH4 after Nomura posted that umbrella artwork of YMX. It would be pretty cool.

Thanks and much love to the mods!

Hello!! Oh my goodness, I am so glad you enjoy my works, especially the ones with Young Xehanort. He's really grown on me too.

This prompt really got me inspired!! It is set in the same story line as The Young Master and I'm honestly inspired to do more of it if anyone is interested!

Thank you so much for sending this in and I hope you enjoy!

**Meet You in Quadratum ~ Fem!Reader x Young Master Xehanort**

Words: 3416

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It was raining. Hard. Within minutes of arriving, you were soaked to the bone. Hair clung to your face and your makeup streamed down your cheeks in thin black rivulets. Buildings towered on either side of you, lining the streets with neon lights and windows that reflected the silhouettes of people walking with umbrellas unfurled above them. 

You were one of the only people without an umbrella. It wasn’t as if you had known it would be storming in Quadratum when you arrived. The odd person spared you a sympathetic glance, but otherwise continued on their way. You ran your hands up and down your arms, shivering. Blinking through the droplets of rain, you gazed up at the skyscrapers. They disappeared into the clouds, seemingly endless in height. 

All of it was reminiscent of your recent dreams, and in turn, like Riku’s before he left for Quadratum. He told you about the nightmares: waking up in a dark city, surrounded by skyscrapers, and pelted by rain. You hadn’t understood until he left. Then you started having the same dreams. Each night you woke up in a cold sweat, the sinking feeling of isolation and hopelessness festering in your chest. It rarely followed you into the waking hours of the day, but it was there now. 

You paused at a crosswalk, staring at the illuminated red hand blinking on the other side. People gathered around you, their murmuring voices lost to the storm. The red hand switched to a blue walking stickman and the crowd began to move in unison. You allowed them to pass in their hurried pace while you walked slower. A couple went ahead of you. A young woman threaded her arm through her partner’s, resting her head against his shoulder. He held up an umbrella above them and kissed the top of her head. You heard the fleeting echos of her giggles and the low murmur of his reply. Your fingers tightened around your arms, wishing you weren’t alone.

It had been nearly a year since Xehanort’s passing, yet you still couldn’t look at another couple without it squeezing your heart. Sometimes it felt like you were struggling to breathe. 

“Nothing can ever keep us apart…” his words rang through your mind like a mantra. The baseless reassurance and empty promise that everything would turn out alright. He wasn’t the one that had to live with the reality of it… 

Why did I ever think it could turn out differently?

You closed your eyes tight and reopened them, forcing yourself out of the spiraling thoughts. This wasn’t the time to think about Xeha. You’d spent enough sleepless nights focused on nothing else. Riku and Sora needed you. Or, at least, that was what you were telling yourself. Master Yen Sid sent you on this mission to find them after Riku never reported back. Looking at the sprawling streets and endless buildings, you were beginning to understand how Riku might have gotten consumed by it all. 

There was no sign of where you needed to go. You walked aimlessly, waiting for something to stick out. Things often had a way of working out that way when you went to a new world. You’d land and within the first hour something happened, seemingly by coincidence, that would set your course. The other Wielders of Light mentioned their missions were often the same way. Your hearts truly were the guiding key. It didn’t feel like it would be the same in Quadratum. 

If only Xeha were here… 

The thought crept through your mind, followed by a small lump in your throat. Even if he were there, you weren’t sure what that would change. 

I wouldn’t be alone anymore…

You stopped midstep. The lump in your throat throbbed, making you suck in a sudden, strangled breath. 

Even if I find Sora and Riku and bring them back home, I’ll still be alone. 

“Stop, please,” you begged with a whisper. It felt so stupid, so pathetic, to fight with your inner voice. 

You wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand, swiping away the mixture of tears and rain. The self pity wasn’t going to get you anywhere. 

“You’ll catch a cold walking around in the rain like that,” Xehanort gently admonished you and a humorless chuckle escaped your chest. 

I must really be starting to lose it if I’m hearing his voice.

“Here…” Xehanort’s voice spoke again, this time alongside the handle of an umbrella being pushed into your hands. 

You blinked at the umbrella, the pelting rain suddenly stopped. Looking up, your heart lodged in your throat. Xehanort stood in front of you, his brow raised at your widening eyes. 

Stammering sounds tumbled out of your mouth. “X-Xeh-”

“You should get home,” he interrupted you and walked past, his shoulder brushing yours. “Don’t bother trying to pay me back.”

It took you a moment to come back to reality. Everything suddenly felt like you were dreaming. Was he really there? Turning around, you watched him crossing the street. His hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, completely unphased by the rain now drenching him. 

“Xeha…” The word finally formed, though it came out like a breath. Swallowing, you took a step forward. You felt heavy. “Xeha!” you said his name again, with more strength behind it, but it was lost to the storm.

You stumbled after him. Puddles splashed beneath you. The crosswalk was red, but you went anyway, dodging a car whizzing by. Strength returned, fueled by adrenaline and a racing heart. He was still ahead of you, unaware of your pursuit. Questions loomed in your mind, but you couldn’t focus on them. You needed to reach him first. 

“Xehanort!” you yelled his full name, voice cracking. 

He stopped, and straightened. You caught up, your chest heaving. You held up the umbrella to cover both of you. Pellets of rain bounced off of it, the sound drumming in your ears alongside the beating of your heart. Xehanort looked down at you, curious. 

“Have we met before?” he asked. 

Your heart sunk. He really didn’t recognize you. “Xeha…” you said, words tightening in your throat again. “It’s me… Y/N.”

His amber eyes flickered over your face, searching for recognition. 

“You don’t remember me,” you realized. 

I should have known.

You looked away, feeling ashamed, broken. Your grip tightened over the umbrella’s handle. It had happened… He had told you that if he ever died, he’d be sent back to his original time, with no recollection of the things that happened. That was where you expected him to be. Safe, and unharmed, back on Destiny Islands. Yet, here he was… in Quadratum, without the slightest idea of who you were. A million things shoved around in your mind of things to say to him, of things to do to beg him to remember. None of them came out.  

“But you seem to remember me,” he said.

Words failed you. If anything came out, it would falter into a sob. Instead, you nodded. 

“Nothing can keep us apart…” his words echoed inside of you. 

They were baseless and ultimately lies, weren’t they, even if they were made with the best intention. You looked up at him, a sheen of emotion over your eyes. He stared back, his brow knitted together. 

“I…I just wanted to thank you…” you whispered with a tremble in your voice, “for the umbrella.”

You handed it back to him and he reluctantly took it. Maybe this was for the best. His new life without the Organization breathing down his neck. Without the lies and the secrets to keep your love hidden. At least you knew he was okay.

Turning around, you walked away with heavy steps. He watched you go, you could see his reflection in the buildings. After a moment, he turned and continued on his way. Tears spilled down your cheeks, mixing with the rain. 

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Clothes tumbled in dryers and spun in washers lined up against the walls of the laundry mat. Rain continued to stream down the window where a neon sign blinked, ‘Open 24/7’. You sat huddled up on an old scratched up plastic chair, watching another person’s clothes go round and round with suds and water in the washer directly across from you. 

You found out quick that the munny you brought from your reality didn’t work in Quadratum, which meant no place to stay and no where to eat. The laundry mat wasn’t where you wanted to call it a night, but at least it would keep you dry. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead. One in the far back corner sparked, its light flickering more erratically than the rest. 

No one acknowledged you in there, and that was fine with you. It left you alone with your thoughts. You hadn’t found Sora or Riku, the main reasons you were even sent to Quadratum, but you had discovered Xehanort. Only a few hours had passed since the interaction and your mind couldn’t stop replaying it. There was so much you could have said, but you let him go. You felt both pathetic and proud of yourself for it. 

The only thing I would have accomplished by begging him to remember me is looking like I’m insane.

You wished you could understand why he was sent to Quadratum after he died, rather than back to his own time. He looked so… normal. Regular civilian clothes and softened features. Was he happy? You dearly hoped he was. 

The door to the laundry mat swung open, chiming a bell. You didn’t bother to look over at who came in or who left. Not until someone sat down beside you. 

“You don’t have anywhere to stay, do you?” Xehanort asked. 

You jumped out of your seat, a squeak slipping out of you. Everyone glanced over, but ultimately went back to their business. Xehanort remained seated, the hint of that smirk curving his mouth. 

“How did you…?” The question died in your throat and you swallowed. “What are you doing here?”

He let out a breath, relaxing into his seat. His gaze drifted over the laundry machines. “I asked first,” he replied. “Do you have a place to stay? Or is this what you’d call home?”

You slowly lowered back into your seat, staring at him. “I… I’m fine here.”

A huff of a laugh escaped him. “You are until the owner comes in an hour. Trust me, she doesn’t like loiterers.”

Hearing him say the word sounded so casual, yet wrong in his voice. Quadratum truly was a different reality. The hint of a smirk teased your face. “You know from experience?”

He shrugged and looked over at you. “I have an extra room.”

You blinked, once, then twice. Blush rose to your cheeks. “I thought you didn’t remember me.”

His smirk faltered, softening into a straight line. “I’d like to remember. Not just you, but… everything.”

“I’d like that, too,” you admitted, your voice soft. 

Xehanort wasted no time and stood up. “Then come on.”

He walked away and you scrambled after him. You stayed close at his side when he opened his umbrella outside. He tensed at the close proximity, but didn’t push you away. Walking through the streets at his side held a familiarity to it and you linked your arm with his, almost without thinking. He glanced down at you when you did, but again didn’t stop you. 

The two of you reached a tall apartment building. It was nicer than the area where the laundromat had been. White columns held up the marbled awning and a uniformed man opened the doors as you approached. Xehanort led the way to an elevator and it was only then that he removed his arm from yours so he could close up his umbrella. You forced yourself not to look at him, even though deep down you wanted to stare and memorize every new detail about him. 

Instead, you watched the floor counter above the elevator. There were several floors and the little red arrow went downwards, reaching the bottom floor before the door chimed and slid open. Xehanort stepped inside and you followed. He pressed the button leading to the thirteenth floor and you couldn’t hold in the snort of laughter at the ridiculousness of it. He didn’t understand the humor. 

“Does part of you remember anything?” you asked him as the elevator slowly took both of you up. 

He glanced over at you, then back at the elevator doors. “I don’t know what are memories and what are dreams… I assumed everything was a dream until you claimed to recognize me. You… seem familiar somehow. Though, I don’t know who you were to me.”

You took a deep breath, tangling your fingers together. “You used to say… nothing can keep us apart.” With a soft bitter laugh, you admitted, “Since you… disappeared, I thought that was an empty promise.”

“Nothing can keep us apart…” he repeated the words under his breath, then cleared his throat. “Then… I imagine you must have been someone important.”

That was an understatement…

You looked over at him and opened your mouth to say something, but it dried out at the sight of his eyes desperately studying you. He wanted to know, to remember you. His gaze drifted to your lips, then quickly away. Blush warmed the tips of his ears. 

“Very important,” he added with a lower voice. 

Nerves trilled up your spine, releasing as a shuddered breath. “Xeha…” you whispered his name and he looked up at you. Swallowing hard, you stepped forward and closed the distance between you. His breath hitched, his hands floating at his sides, unsure what to do. Feeling his lips back against yours made you want to cry. It was so soft, so warm, so familiar. The kiss lingered, but you pulled back before it went on too long. Xehanort’s eyes took a moment to open. 

Your heart thrummed in your ears. Heat radiated off your face and you stepped back quickly. “Sorry, that was… I shouldn’t have done that,” you scrambled the words out, turning away from Xehanort and pressing your palms against your hot cheeks. “What was I thinking, right?” You forced out a laugh, grateful for the elevator door dinging and opening to the thirteenth floor. “I can head back to the laundry-”

“We were together,” Xehanort realized, “weren’t we?” When you didn’t reply he added, ”Y/N?”

You turned towards him, both of you still in the elevator. The door started to slide shut and Xehanort held out his hand, stopping it. 

“We never quite figured it out,” you admitted, your hands running up along your arms. “We wanted to be, but…”

“Something was stopping us,” he finished and you nodded. He hummed, looking out into the hall of apartment doors. “This way.”

You walked out alongside him, neither of you saying anything. He stopped in front of his door, 13-7. You stared at the number as he unlocked the door. Was all of this some sort of weird joke? 

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he opened the door. 

“Nothing…” you replied, tearing your eyes away from the apartment number and heading inside after him. 

He flicked on the lights and you took everything in. It was a larger apartment than you expected. The kitchen was at your right, completely white cupboards and appliances with a black tile backsplash. A hallway behind the kitchen led to the two separate bedrooms and beyond that was the living room. A black leather couch took up most of the space. It was L-shaped and faced a fireplace with a large screened television propped above it. Large abstract paintings hung on the wall, most of them black and white, spare for one. It hung in the middle between two tall, thin paintings. You walked up to it, staring at the strokes of paint. The shades matched your hair and eyes, creating an impressionist garden. 

Your heart fluttered. Even if he couldn’t remember you completely, details seeped through. 

The wall between the paintings and the fireplace was covered with large windows. They looked out into the city down below and the seemingly endless skyscrapers. Looking up, you could see the faintest glimpse of the stars between the storm clouds and streaks of rain against the glass. 

Xehanort walked over and stopped beside you, joining you in looking out the window. “I prefer this view when it’s raining.”

“It’s beautiful,” you agreed softly, “in it’s own way.”

Both of you went quiet, allowing it to linger while you watched the thin streams of raindrops slide down the glass. Your hands relaxed at your sides. Minutes passed and Xehanort’s fingers ghosted over yours. Without saying anything, your fingers interlaced with his. He let out a soft shaking breath, but didn’t pull away. You smiled to yourself, while also swallowing a lump of emotion. 

“What was stopping us?” he asked, his voice quiet and low.

You knew what he was referring to and considered your words. “We were both warriors… but, we were on opposite sides.”

“There was a war… wasn’t there?” he asked slowly. 

“The Keyblade War,” you answered, your heart twisting at the memories. “We were supposed to be enemies, but…”

“Things changed for us,” he finished. “I… dreamed about it.”

“About us?” you asked, looking over at him. 

The colored lights from outside casted over him. “There were flowers everywhere. Taller than us.”

“Wonderland,” you recalled. “That was where I realized I was falling for you.”

“Me too, I think,” he replied with a soft awkward laugh. “Your face was never clear in my dreams. But they always felt so real.”

“They were real,” you assured him, turning towards him completely. “Every moment.”

A subtle smile tipped his mouth before it fell. “I don’t understand how I ended up here…”

“I’m still trying to figure that out,” you admitted. “How much of a life have you had here?”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “I… don’t remember a childhood. I woke up down there in the streets.” His hand went against the glass. “Couldn’t remember anything.”

“So you did have experience at that laundromat,” you teased gently and he glanced over at you, a huff of amusement exhaling from his nose. You smiled shortly, then mulled things over. “We always thought you would end up back on Destiny Islands, back in your time.” You shook your head. “But… I guess we were wrong.”

“Destiny Islands,” he repeated the name, then laughed shortly. “I guess there’s a lot to cover, isn’t there?”

“A bit,” you agreed. “But you can take all the time you need.”

He turned to face you, his eyes dancing over you. His hand hesitantly raised and brushed your cheek. “You are really here.”

You leaned into his touch, a giggle slipping out. “I could say the same thing about you. I thought I lost you.”

“What happened to me?” he asked and your eyes averted from his. “Y/N…”

You shook your head, placing your hand over his along your face. “Later. I don’t want to remember it right now.”

His thumb caressed along your cheek, feeling the heat of your blush. “I suppose I was right… Nothing can keep us apart.”

With a soft kiss to his palm, you nodded. Tears prickled the corner of your eyes, but you weren’t sure if they were from happiness or the idea of having to tell him how he was killed. Either way, you breathed in the moment, your eyes sliding shut. Warm lips pressed against yours. Your breath caught, followed by a soft whine as you instantly kissed him back. 

Xehanort hummed in your mouth. His hand released yours and his arm wrapped around your back, tugging you closer. It was as if things had never changed. His lips moved against yours in perfect rhythm, taking the lead and taking in everything you had to offer. Your free hand went to his shoulder, your fingers clinging to him before sliding up to the side of his face. The kiss broke in a rush, both of you breathless. Your faces were a breath apart, your eyes barely open just enough to see the other gazing back. 

“Stay with me,” he pleaded with a whisper. “Please.”

You nodded, smiling. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ve missed you so much, Xeha.”

A grin grew across his face before he met your lips back together.

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-Mod Lucky

[lucky0stars]

Hi! It’s great to see you guys are back, it’s been so long and I missed your works so much cuz they’re so cozy to read :,)!

May I request a Riku headcanons for how he’d help the reader with going through a mentally rough time? She keeps cracking jokes trying to make light about her mental health being kinda sucky but he can see she’s hurting?

Totally not coming off from personal experience. Thank you guys XX

Oh thank you for the welcome!! It's wonderful to be back and I am so glad our work is cozy for you. That is exactly our goal!

This is such a beautiful request. I think Riku is such a perfect person to help someone else go through a mental health crisis.

I hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in.

**Riku Being There For Fem!Reader**

-He knew something was wrong the moment you made the first joke. It was subtle enough that the rest of the group laughed, but not him. His brow furrowed and a slight frown tipped his mouth. He didn't say anything at the time, but he noted it.

-The jokes continued, and each time he didn't laugh. There were enough people in the group with you that you didn't even notice his rising concern at first. You enjoyed the laughter the others gave in response, you told yourself it helped. But it didn't really.

-He sent you a text to your gummiphone. It was during a hangout with your friends. All of you were at a big round table, with platters of pizza and garlic bread spread out between you. A bout of anxiety hit you while you were trying to tell a story, and another self deprecating joke slipped out. Not even a minute later, your phone buzzed.

-You pulled it out of your bag and glanced up towards Riku sitting across the table from you when you saw his name appear on your screen. He simply nodded towards the phone and you sighed, unlocking it to read: 'You don't have to make jokes about yourself like that.'

-A rush of butterflies fluttered in your chest, warming your cheeks in response. You stared at the screen, rereading the words. As you did, another text came through: 'I'm here if you need me.' Followed by another: 'I get it.'

-You weren't expecting the lump in your throat and sucked in a breath as you typed back: 'I'm fine.' Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him look back at you. He didn't believe you.

-Pushing back your seat, you excused yourself from the group and rushed outside. The salty sea air greeted you, filling your lungs as if you'd forgotten how to breathe. You meandered to the back of the building, out of sight from the windows. You were only half-surprised when you heard the sound of footsteps and turned to see Riku.

-You looked away, struggling to find the words to say. He spoke instead, "Hey... I hadn't meant to make you run off like that. If I made you uncomfortable-"

-"It's fine," you blurted out, interrupting him. "I'm fine."

-He came closer, his hands in his coat pockets. You couldn't meet your eyes with his. "It's ok if you're not," he said, his voice hesitant.

-The lump in your throat throbbed and you swallowed hard. You were about to attempt another joke, it was on the tip of your tongue, but you stopped yourself. Riku's text appeared back in your mind: 'You don't have to make jokes about yourself like that.' The joke melted away and you instead remained quiet, your gaze still averted.

-Riku sighed. "Look, you don't have to talk about it. Like I said, I get it. But... I think it's important you know you aren't alone."

-You sniffled, nodding.

-"And... I meant what I messaged," he added. "I'm here if you need me."

-"I don't know what I need," you admitted with a weak voice.

-His eyes studied you. You could see it in your peripheral. They were soft and understanding, it made tears prickle the corner of your eyes.

-"You... You don't have to be out here," you told him, your voice trembling with emotion. "Everyone will be wondering-"

-"I don't care what they think," he cut you off and that got you to look up at him. He offered a smile. "I'm exactly where I want to be."

-Your lips spread into a thin line, attempting to keep back the sob pushing up your throat. With a soft nod, you accepted his presence. He looked at you a moment longer before he reached out and gently pulled you in for a hug.

-He was slow about it, giving you ample amount of time to pull back and tell him to stop. But you didn't. Your cheek pressed against his chest and you heard his heart beating. Warmth enveloped you and your arms hesitantly wrapped around him in return.

-"You don't have to hide what you're going through," he whispered, his voice rumbling through his chest, "not from me."

-That broke the dam. Your shoulders shook, your breath shaking. A small sob escaped, then another. Riku pulled you closer and your hands clung to his jacket.

-He didn't say anything. He held you, allowing your tears to flow and soak his shirt. Minutes passed, and your sobs subsided into whimpers and sniffles. Your chest was raw, but it was also warm. You weren't alone anymore. For the first time in months, you breathed easier.

-"Thank you..." you whispered, unsure if he even heard you.

-His arms squeezed around you before he pulled back to see your tear stained face splotched with red. "Feel any better?" he asked.

-You nodded, smiling genuinely. You wiped away your tears and took a few deep breaths. "How did you know?"

-His own smile softened, until it was a contemplative frown. He looked out at the bustling street outside your concealed alleyway. "Because I've been where you are. Maybe not the same stuff, but... enough to recognize it." He hesitated, but pushed back your hair behind your ear. "It can be lonely. Feels like it's you against the world."

-Your chest fluttered at the sensation of his fingers pushing back your hair. Blush warmed your cheeks. "It does feel like that..." you admitted, before adding, "at least, it did." Your gaze lifted to his and you shyly smiled. "It's nice to know I'm not alone."

-He smiled back and offered his hand. "Are you ready to head back?"

-You looked at his hand for a moment before placing your hand in his. It was warm. He gave you a little squeeze and it felt as if he squeezed your heart instead. Sharing another smile, he turned and led the way back to the others. And this time, you weren't alone.

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-Mod Lucky

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Ah, hello again! It's the same person who requested Aeleus recently (and Ienzo). If you don't mind, there's another flower idea, this time - for Even, please? His fem!s/o weaving flowers into his hair 🌸 Maybe during a picnic? And once again, my kindest thanks for writing such wonderful things!

Ahhh hello again to you, too!! I absolutely love all of your flower requests and look forward to working on them. Thank you for sending this in!! And especially giving me the chance to write some soft Even. He's my weakness!!

I hope you enjoy!

**Take a Break ~ Even x Fem!Reader**

Words: 2200

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With a sigh, you fell back into your chair. The hint of a headache throbbed in the back of your head, threatening a migraine if you spent one more waking minute staring at paperwork. The white walls of the lab surrounded you, not at all helping you with the feeling of being trapped. You looked up at the ceiling and the fluorescent lights, listening to Even muttering under his breath and flipping through papers. 

Closing your eyes, you focused on his voice. He hadn’t even noticed you stopped working and likely wouldn’t for some time. You were well used to it whenever he was doing his research. It was like the rest of the world disappeared. 

His voice helped you relax, even if the few words you were able to muster from him were about work. With a few deep breaths, you opened your eyes and stood from your desk. Going to the window, you looked outside at the garden. It was a beautiful day. Clouds speckled the sky, a light breeze rustled through the trees, and the flowers were in full bloom. 

“Y/N?” Even said your name, suddenly out of his stupor. 

You looked over your shoulder at him, finding him looking around for you. With a soft laugh, you replied, “Over here. Just taking a breather.”

“Ah,” he realized, turning and joining you at the window. “I was about to ask about our newest sample. I don’t suppose-”

There must have been a look in your eyes, because the moment your eyes met with his, he shut his mouth and cleared his throat. The tips of his ears warmed and he gazed out the window. 

“Apologies,” he muttered, “you said you were taking a break.”

Your expression softened and your hand went over to his, wordlessly urging him to let you grasp it. He tensed for a moment, an icy chill rushing to his fingers, but then he obliged. Releasing a breath, he wrapped his fingers around your hand. His thumb grazed over your knuckles and it was as if the gesture released the stress inside of him. The work and research was leaving his mind, for at least a little while, and the world came back. 

“It’s a beautiful day,” you said, looking out into the garden. 

He joined you in looking out, a soft low hum emitting from his throat. “The amaryllis is in full bloom. Aerith’s hard work should be commended.”

“It should,” you agreed, smiling. “Would you… like to go out there with me?”

He squeezed your hand. “I hardly think this is the time for me to leave my work. But… thank you for considering me.”

“When would be a good time?” you asked in return, sending him a cheeky look, because both of you knew the answer was ‘never’.

A breathy laugh escaped him. “You should take some time to enjoy it.” He avoided the question and began stepping away from the window. “I have much to do, so if you’ll-” 

He stopped short because you did not release his hand. His arm was taut behind him, with his hand remaining tightly clasped in yours. 

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded. “You know how important this is.”

“You could take your work outside,” you suggested. “Just for a little while. It would do us both some good to get some fresh air. Admit it or not, it’s stuffy in here.”

“The wind would scatter my work, most likely,” he replied, shaking his head as he talked. “Not to mention that it would be pointless to gather my materials to move them outside when I am perfectly capable of doing everything here.”

“One hour, that is all I’m asking for,” you pressed, a laugh in your voice. Closing the distance, you grasped his other hand. “You have been working since the sun came up. If there’s anyone that needs a break, it’s you.” Caressing your thumbs over his knuckles, you added with a softer tone, “Take some time to enjoy this. Please.”

His gaze drifted to your clasped hands. They were icy cold, despite the blush spattering his pale skin. He took time to consider your request and you allowed him the quiet. Releasing a breath, he relented. “Very well…”

A grin grew across your face and you lifted both of his hands to your lips, placing a lingering kiss on his fingers. He yelped, his cheeks burning when you released his hands and ran off. 

“I have the perfect idea!” you called behind you as you left the lab. 

You rushed through the halls of the castle, reaching your quarters and going in. A small part of you yearned to fall onto your bed and escape into its comfort, but you went past it and opened your closet instead. Blankets were folded neatly on the shelves and you grabbed the largest one. It took both of your arms around it to carry it properly. As you came out of your room, Even was just arriving, perplexed at what you were up to.

“What on earth are you doing?” he asked, following after you through the halls. “I thought you wanted to head outdoors?”

“I do!” you agreed with a laugh. “But don’t you think a picnic in the flower fields would be perfect? It’s away from the town and we’d be able to be alone with our thoughts. Plus, I don’t remember you eating lunch.”

He thought about it for a moment, pausing his gait. “I suppose I did forget to eat it… but that does mean I am ready to eat it outside. The field will be swarming with insects. Unlike inside, where…”

He caught himself again and his voice trailed off with a sigh. It was something you were well used to with him: negative rants and pointless arguments that amounted to nothing but petty excuses in the end (his words, not yours).

When you reached the kitchen, he went inside ahead of you and filled a twine basket with prepared sandwiches and fresh fruits the palace servants gathered that morning. Then the two of you were off. Aeleus and Dilan opened the double doors leading outside and a cool refreshing breeze greeted you. Flower petals danced in the wind, carrying sweet scents that beckoned you towards the gardens. 

Even was close at your side, following your lead down the cobbled paths. You went behind the castle to the hills with wild flowers. Vibrant flowers swayed under the breeze, speckling the grass with whites, yellows, and soft pinks. Going on ahead, you chose a spot partially shaded under a tree and spread out the blanket. Even watched you, holding the twine basket in his hands. It was always a bit strange seeing him outside the lab, even if you were the one to bring him out. It was out of his element and you realized he even forgot to take off his lab coat before following after you in the castle.  

With a giggle, you took the basket from him and motioned your head towards his coat. He noticed what you insinuated and chuckled awkwardly, readjusting the collar.

“I suppose I am rather unprepared for this,” he admitted. 

“I don’t mind,” you assured him, grabbing his hands and leading him to the blanket. “I am the one that pushed you into this.”

“I am grateful for it,” he replied. “Though I should take this off. Wouldn’t want it to become contaminated out here.”

“Here, we’ll put it in the basket once we take out the food,” you offered and did just that. 

He wore a long sleeve underneath. It was a soft gray-blue and hugged his chest. It wasn’t often you got to see anything form fitting on him and you found yourself staring until he cleared his throat. Darting your eyes up to him, you noticed the slightest hint of a smirk on his warmed face and you felt blush creeping up your cheeks in return. With a giggle, you got to focusing on your food. 

The leaves rustled up above, the sound mixing with the song of birds and the casual conversation between you and Even. He tried to keep the topics away from work and his research, but details kept coming up until he’d catch himself and try to steer it away. Eventually, you told him you didn’t mind discussing the experiments. It wasn’t as if you found the work boring, it was that you understood the need for a break. 

Once your food was finished, Even grew quiet. He gazed over the field, out across the glistening lake that lay beyond. Boats sailed along the water, their sails billowing. Ducks swam in groups, their heads dipping beneath the surface and coming back up with small fish captured in their bills. 

You joined him in observing the lake for some time, but quickly grew restless. Looking around, the wild flowers caught your attention. Their stems were long and thin, bending easily in the wind. You plucked your favorites, spinning their stems between your fingers. Before long, you gathered a small bouquet’s worth. Butterflies fluttered around you, one of them landing on a white daisy in your bundle before it flew away. 

“You were right, Y/N,” Even said softly. “I did need this. I hadn’t realized it.”

Your heart softened and you smiled. “I’m really happy to hear that. I needed this too.”

He peeked over at you, a hesitant, shy smile curving his mouth, before he looked back out at the lake. You kept looking at him for a moment, your eyes dancing over him. He was handsome, in his own way. Awkward, clueless, yet magnificent, smart, and his genuine smiles never failed to catch you off your guard. You looked down at your bouquet and your smile grew, getting an idea. 

Up on your knees, you scooted behind him. “Would you mind if I tried something?” you asked. 

“Hmm, depends,” he replied, some tension spiking into his shoulders. 

With a soft laugh, you admitted, “I was thinking of weaving these flowers into your hair. But only if you’re comfortable with it.”

“O-Oh, I see,” he stammered, straightening. “I… suppose that is alright.”

“I’ll be gentle,” you promised, your smile growing when you saw his ears turn red. 

Your fingers brushed through his hair. It was soft and long, sliding between your fingers with ease. A low hum rumbled from Even. You peeked around him from behind and realized he’d shut his eyes. He was lost in a trance at your ministrations. Lightly biting your lip, you continued. 

The long stems of the flowers were pliable. They wrapped around his hair, staying in place. You loosely braided his long locks, weaving the stems of the flowers with each twist. By the time you were done, every flower you collected was placed in his hair. Your hands slid to his shoulders and you leaned forward to kiss the side of his head. His breath hitched, and a soft huff of icy breath puffed in front of his mouth. 

“Done,” you whispered. 

Even swallowed and blinked his eyes open as you moved around to be in front of him. “That was… rather nice, actually,” he admitted and you giggled. 

“It looks nice, too,” you said, then shrugged. “Might be a new look for you?”

He huffed out a laugh and moved to stand up. “I suppose I should see it. Would you care to accompany me to the lake?”

He offered his hand to you and you stared at it for a moment, your heart catching. For the first time, he was the one initiating the contact. You couldn’t contain your grin as you reached out and placed your hand in his. He helped pull you up and led the way through the field. Reaching the lake’s edge, Even took in his reflection. He turned his head left and right, taking it in. As he did, a smile gradually grew until you saw the hints of a grin. 

“I do look ridiculous, don’t I?” he asked, a laugh overtaking his voice. 

“What?” you asked, bubbling into a laugh right alongside him. “You don’t like it?”

“No, no, quite the opposite!” he replied, coughing and clearing his throat to stifle his amusement. It only partly worked as he still snickered. “I love the intent.”

He stopped, freezing at the realization that he used the word ‘love’. Your heart leapt in turn, and you lightly squeezed his hand, letting him gather his words. 

“I-I only meant…” he started, then released a sudden breath. “I meant what I said, actually.” He couldn’t look you in the eye when he said it, but he gazed into his reflection. “I do… love the intent behind this… Thank you.”

Both of your hands clasped over his. “I love it, too…” you replied with a soft, quiet voice. “Thank you for letting me.”

He couldn’t bring himself to reply, but lightly squeezed your hand. Both of you gazed out at the lake together and the gradually setting sun. You stepped closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. In all your time together, this was going to be an evening you’d always remember.

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-Mod Lucky

[lucky0stars]

I spotted a Master Aced fave from Mod Rain! (he's totes my fave Foreteller too *^°^*) So of course I have to request for him!

Can I get some headcanons about the soft moments Master Aced has with his S/O? (either gender is fine)

Thanks a million!! And welcome btw!

I’m sorry it took so long, I hated making you wait. I was worried I would do poorly and redid these a couple of times!  **Master Aced’s Soft Moments with his S/O**

The Heartless were becoming increasingly bold, alarmingly so, and the raids against Daybreak Town were escalating to the point where they felt almost weekly. 

Master Aced would always be busy as the dust began to settle, as all the Foretellers were. But business concluded, and you were his top priority.

Master Aced was genuine in everything he did. Many would never deny this. But if someone was asked "Which Foreteller seems the most serene, the most gentle of them?" Aced would not be their first choice, and likely not the second.... or the third.

But you knew differently. Fingers with a slight tremble, unaccustomed yet to being a gentle touch, would brush strands of hair away from your face. Soft inquiries about how you felt, physically, emotionally– have you eaten? Peppered questions as he overlooked you to ensure your well-being. 

If you hadn't, well, he’s no stranger to your dorm. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen it, the hulking, gruff, intimidating masked foreteller hunched in your suddenly-seems-small kitchen. Snooping through your cabinets and fridge as he decides what’ll be best that night. The flick of fire and bubbling water overtakes the rings of spells and Heartless screeches in your mind. A warm silence envelops you and your home, lovingly in a way.

There were days where he stormed in, agitated and enveloping you in his arms. A hug initially, until he leaned over and plopped you both onto your sides. His head resting on top of yours with a long heavy sigh. The tension eased away while he held you close. A comfortable silence. 

Times when you lean against him, venting the frustrations of the day as his heavy hand caresses your hair with a hum. 

A kiss to your palm, wishes for you to be careful softly breathed onto your skin.

Your favorite moments are when you woke up first. Maybe you should get a bigger bed, he’s taking most of it as if he’s trying to claim land in his sleep with his limbs sprawled out in such a way. Not so intimidating of a Foreteller when he snored and looked so serene and out of place with your colorful pillows and spirit pet curled against him. What a sight you’d love to get used to.  ------------------------------------ Mod Rain :)

[lucky0stars]

Hello, not the anon who asked for a similar request, but I really liked the idea of ​​cute list headcanons! Do you have any for Sora, please? I miss him so much! Thanks, and I hope you have fun!

I miss Sora so much too! These were a joy to write. They did me some good. Thank you so much for sending this in!

**Sora Headcanons**

-Sora tends to fall asleep on long car rides, and gummi travel is no different. He definitely snores and it drives Donald batty.

-Sora collects trinkets from every world he goes to. Sometimes they are souvenirs he buys, but others are interesting rocks or gifts given to him by friends he makes during his missions.

-All of these trinkets are displayed in the gummiship. They are scattered over the cockpit, on the shelves in his room by his cot, and on the counter in the small kitchenette. Donald grumbles about them being in the way, especially when he sees Sora putting new ones out. Goofy always defends the trinkets, saying they are livening the place up and adding some color!

-One of his drawers in his dresser is filled with things he’s gathered for Riku and Kairi. They are always on his mind when he’s out on missions, even after he reunites with them. Every time they meet up he has bags full of things to give them. In return, they’ve started getting souvenirs for him, too. (though not nearly as many)

-Sora absolutely loves his gummi phone for taking pictures. Though he tends to get his thumb in the photo and will take dozens in quick succession, creating an entire album of a single moment.

-He doesn’t know how to work the phone beyond the camera and answering calls. He’s accidentally called Master YenSid once when trying to figure things out and promptly hung up in a panic. He still hasn’t told Donald or Goofy about that one.

-Sora loves the first step onto a new world. Each of them feel different, they even have their own unique smell! And every one he finds things he wants to show his friends someday. He really should start keeping a list.

-Everything Sora feels is deeper than he lets on. Things linger on his heart long after they’ve passed. He doesn’t often talk about it. Donald and Goofy are wonderful friends, but they tend to brush him off when he talks about things on his mind, especially if it’s anything negative leaning. He’s thought about trying to write in a journal, but never gets past the first page. The trashcan in his room has a lot of crumpled up balls of paper.

-Sora’s talkative around others, but he is often quiet and contemplative when he’s alone. He’ll often lay in his bed, hands laced behind his head, and he’ll stare up at the ceiling or watch the stars streak by as Donald pilots to their next destination. It’s the only time he really gets the chance to sort through his thoughts, because once they’re on the next world, there isn’t much time to rest.

-Sora has an abundance of encouragement about each of his friends. He could talk for hours about each and every one of them. It’s all good things that lift them up and praise what amazing individuals they are. When asked about himself, he doesn’t tend to have as much to say. If he’s reminded of all the amazing things he’s accomplished, he laughs it off and gives the credit to his friends. They are his power, after all.

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-Mod Lucky

[lucky0stars]

Not sure if this one is already in the drafts asked by someone else, but headcanons for pregnant!reader after running away with Young Xehanort seems like a fun one! Like, how would they handle those nine months + maybe the first year after giving birth?

(Yes, this is very much inspired by that one ask about reader and YMX finding out the former is pregnant)

YES! Oh I saw this one and immediately started brainstorming. I will admit, I go back and read that pregnancy request fairly regularly. It's one of my favorites from the Young Master series.

I definitely got carried away with it. What started as simple headcanons turned into four pages of writing ahahaha! So I really hope that you enjoy my sappiness. All these years of it stewing in my brain and I can finally get it onto the page.

Thank you so much for sending this in!!

And for anyone just joining us, this is a direct continuation of this request:

**What - If? Pregnancy ~ Young Master Xehanort x Fem!Reader**

so all the ymx/reader smut had me thinking, can i request some hcs about what’d happen if she ended up getting pregnant? like, i can’t exact

**What If? ~ Pregnant Reader Runs Away with Xehanort**

-When you first ran away with Xehanort, he used a Corridor to take you to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. It was remote, surrounded by mountains and rolling hills, without a person in sight. For a while, things were bliss. It felt as if you were living the life you dared to dream of with Xehanort. He held you close at night, sleeping under the stars. You were the first thing he saw in the morning and sometimes the two of you would sleepily smile at each other as you woke up. Of course, that would lead into stealing a kiss or two, then getting completely lost in one another. 

-Barely a month went by in your little slice of paradise. You and Xehanort worked together on creating a home. Late at night, you’d both gaze up at the stars and talk about everything you left. You’d ask if he regretted it and he would simply squeeze your hand in response. During the day, neither of you talked about it. But when exhaustion started getting the better of you, worry creeped in. Was everyone alright without you? Were they searching for you, despite the note you left saying you were ok? Those thoughts would fade away once Xehanort pulled you into his arms and you fell asleep. 

-Then, one morning you were both awoken by the sound of a Corridor appearing. Xehanort scrambled up first and pushed you behind him. Vanitas walked out of the Corridor. It wisped away behind him and he looked around at your home from where he stood, then laughed. It was a cruel, bitter sound, that rocked through your chest and made you feel sick. He asked Xehanort if this was really what he ran away for. He left to play house, but he knows they don’t get to live that sort of life. His Keyblade flashed to his grip, Xehanort’s followed and he told you to run. 

-You wanted to help, but a small kick in your belly reminded you of what was truly at stake. Against every urge in your body, you turned and ran away. Xehanort would find you. You ran to a cave, heaving for breath as you slid to the ground to sit. The clangs and bangs of the fight bounced off the rocky walls and all you could do was listen and hope. In the back of your mind though, you heard a voice that berated you for running away… again. 

-Minutes passed. The battle suddenly fell silent and you fought the urge to peek out from your hiding place. Xehanort called your name and your heart leapt, calling back for him. He ran to you and you to him, both of you embracing and breathing the other in. Before you could even ask if he was alright, he summoned a Corridor and pulled you through it. 

-Life continued in a similar cycle. Weeks went by and the life inside you steadily grew. All the while, the Organization continued to hunt you and Xehanort down. They wanted the baby… Master Xehanort learned of its existence and sought to use it for his own purpose. You didn’t know what the purpose was, but it made you sick to think about the possibilities. Xehanort didn’t like talking about it. His disposition changed the further along in the pregnancy you were. He was hardened, worried, annoyed with everything happening. The glow in his eyes dimmed whenever you brought it up. Was this really the life he wanted?

-Your friends found you once. It was Kairi and Aqua. They’d known you were in love with Xehanort… or at least formed a connection with him. But neither of them said anything before. Their suspicions were confirmed when they read the note you left behind. They didn’t try to change your mind, though you could see in Aqua’s eyes that she wanted to. They hugged you and said they’d never be far, then gifted you a gummiphone. That was the last time you saw them in person while you were pregnant, but they kept in touch.

-It was becoming hard to travel. Your ankles swelled and it was becoming difficult to take in a full breath of air. It seemed like the baby was moving constantly and particularly enjoyed kicking your ribs. Your favorite fleeting moments during the day would be when Xehanort would place his hands along your stomach. The baby would press into him and his face would soften, a smile you’d never seen before curving across his mouth. His love for his child radiated off of him, even if he never said it. Those moments kept you going. 

-Reaching the final month, you weren’t sure how much more running you could take. Xehanort found an inn for you to rest. He remained close, scouting around. It had been a week since the last encounter with the Organization, but that didn’t mean he could put his guard down. Your gummiphone was resting on a bedside table and began vibrating with a cheery chime. You pushed yourself to sit up and answered it. Aqua’s face appeared on the screen.

-She was breathless, covered with dust and a smattering of dried blood. You asked if she was alright as Xehanort entered the room. He sat down on the bed beside you, listening as Aqua explained to both of you that the Organization was gone. She explained it in a rush, promising she’d find you and explain it better at a later point. But the thing she needed to get across was that you and Xehanort no longer needed to run. 

-The call ended and you and Xehanort sat in silence. The reality of what she said steadily sunk in but it didn’t feel real. Your hand slid off your lap and landed on top of Xehanort’s. He slid his fingers between yours and a heaving breath broke out of him, his other hand going to his face. You squeezed his hand, breaking down beside him. Both of you gradually clung to the other, sobbing with relief. It was finally over. 

-The following morning, Xehanort made a Corridor and the two of you made your way back to the world where you were starting to make a homestead. It was in disrepair from the battle with Vanitas months before, but Xehanort promised he’d get it fixed up in time. You helped where you could, though every time Xehanort caught you he’d send you a look that’d make you stop and sit down. And every time you listened, his expression would shift into that smirk that got you flustered in the first place all that time ago. 

-You went into labor in the middle of the night. Xehanort was there, and helped you deliver. It was painful, yet quiet and secluded. He never left your side. Hours went by and as the first sliver of sunlight greeted the day, your child’s cry rang out. 

-She was perfect. Tufts of white hair were matted to her head, until Xehanort cleaned her with a warm cloth. Then it looked as if she had a bushel of dandelion puffs on her head. Xehanort laid on the bed beside you, your daughter in your arms. Every step to make it to this was worth it. 

-Recovery wasn’t long. In two days, you were out of the bed and carrying your little girl around; well, whenever you could manage to get her our of Xehanort’s arms, anyway. He called her, his little light. 

-That soft smile he got when he would place his hand on your stomach and feel the baby’s kicks? It was on his face every time he saw her. It melted your heart. Everything seemed like it would be ok. 

-A few weeks went by before you messaged Aqua with pictures of your new baby girl and let her know where you were. She replied almost instantly, asking if she could come by soon. When you replied yes, you hadn’t realized an entire entourage would come along with her. She claimed she told them not to bombard you, but they didn’t listen. You were overwhelmed when you saw everyone. None of them were angry. They were concerned, sure, but they were there, caring for you all the same. 

-It was awkward when they came inside and saw Xehanort. He in turn became tense and said he’d be in the other room until you stopped him. This was the thing both of you had been avoiding ever since you began falling for each other. It had seemed like such an impossible thing before. The very idea of the others seeing you for who you truly were… it kept you up nearly every night. Yet, there they were, in your living room, fully knowing you had a child with someone they considered an enemy. Xehanort hesitated, but relented. He joined you with the others. 

-It was tense and no one wanted to be the one to talk first. Ventus was there, and took the liberty to ask the question everyone was thinking, by blurting out, “So what changed your mind about being the bad guy?”

-That broke the ice a bit as even Xehanort smirked at the question and a few others stifled snickers. Xehanort placed his hand on your shoulder and simply replied, “It was Y/N…” You knew there was more to it than that. You were sure they did too, but they accepted the answer and things went smoother after that. 

-With how easily they accepted him, you wondered why you did so much to hide your growing relationship with him. The truth of it, as Xehanort pointed out later, was that your child together bridged the gap. And Aqua confided later that seeing how far Xehanort went to protect you while you were pregnant was what convinced her. He truly cared. 

-All of them became frequent visitors after that. Xehanort took time to relax around them. But he was right, your daughter did help bridge the gap between them. His little light became the very thing that helped him out of the pit of darkness. He grew close with Terra and Riku, though none of them would admit it. The first time he left you and your daughter home alone was to aid in the search for Sora. He wasn’t gone long, but the fact he went at all showed to you how much he had truly grown and changed. 

-Your daughter grew well. She truly was a little light for everyone that saw her. She had your eyes, and Xehanort’s hair. Her smile reminded you of Xehanort’s, but he was certain she looked more like you. The two of you liked bickering about it. 

-She slept in a little bassinet beside your bed. You’d often fall asleep watching her, with her tiny hand wrapped around your finger. Sometimes after feeding her in the middle of the night, Xehanort would ask you to place her between the two of you on the bed. It’s the only time you’ve ever heard him sing. He whispered lullabies to her, ones you’ve never heard. One night after she fell back asleep, you asked him about the songs. They were from his own childhood, back on an island. He’d watch the stars and his caretaker would sing them to him. It seemed like every day since your little light was born, you learned something new about Xehanort. 

-Once your daughter reached 6 months, you and Xehanort discussed bringing her to another world. Until that point, you’d remained home with her and worked on the farm you and Xehanort cultivated. Xehanort had been using Corridors less and less over the past few months, so it hadn’t been a complete surprise when he came back from a mission with a gummi ship he bought from Cid. 

-So with all the essentials packed onto the ship, you, Xehanort, and your little light flew out to Radiant Garden. It was strange walking around there with Xehanort at your side. Everything seemed so… normal. People greeted both of you and even Xehanort was comfortable talking back to others. You noticed a light in his eyes that had never been there before. Was this who he truly was? Underneath all the darkness. 

-You were welcomed into the Radiant Castle by people you once considered your enemies. You supposed that everyone was well accustomed to giving each other second chances by now. In the dining hall, everyone was brought back together. All of your friends, your old team, all around you with Xehanort at your side and your daughter in your arms. This was everything you could have dreamed of. And with one shared look with Xehanort, you could tell he was thinking the same. 

-In the end, he was right… Nothing could keep you apart.

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-Mod Lucky

[lucky0stars]

HIHI OMG I DIDNT KNOW YOU GUYS WERE BACK :0

this account literally got me into self insert stuff-

anyways can I get some hcs of roxas x reader (gn) going on a picnic date? honestly kinda starved for content of the precious rn… TwT

thanks!!! <3

AHHH HELLO!! I am so chuffed that this blog helped you get into Self-Insert. To be completely honest, it's what go me into it as well! I'd never written 2nd person before starting this blog ahahaha But omg! A picnic date with Roxas? Can this get any more adorable? I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for sending it in.

**Picnic Date HeadCanons ~ Roxas x Reader**

-The two of you hadn’t had a quiet moment together in weeks. Between all of the frantic panic of searching for Sora, neither of you could find the time to spare more than a fleeting kiss or hug when your paths crossed. But then Master Aqua suggested everyone take a day to rest, and you looked over at Roxas on the other side of the room. He was already looking at you and there was something in his eyes and a smirk forming. He was thinking up a plan. 

-That evening you got a text from him. You pulled out your gummiphone and read: Meet me at the Twilight Town station in an hour. ;)

-You barely had the time to change your outfit and do your hair. Something told you he had a date in mind, though you hadn’t the slightest idea what. He was already there at the station waiting for you, wearing an open button down shirt. Casual, but handsome, you thought to yourself. His face lit up when he saw you and your heart fluttered. He jogged over to meet you halfway and grabbed your hand, asking if you were ready. The truth was, you were ready for anything, as long as you were with him. 

-Both of you boarded the train to Sunset Terrace and had to stand as all the seats were taken. Roxas held you close. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other holding onto the handle bar above. You rested your head against his chest, smiling when you heard his hear beat. 

-It had been quite some time since you’d been to the terrace. Golden light painted the town. Your shadow was long and thin against the cobbled brick road. Roxas led the way out, your hands intertwined. You asked him what he had in mind, he teased that you just had to wait and see. 

-Thankfully, the wait didn’t take long. You walked straight through town up towards the hilltop where Hayner was standing guard. He stood tall, his face serious and arms crossed. Behind him you could see a large spread out blanket and a whicker basket. Once he saw you and Roxas, Hayner’s serious expression turned into a grin. Him and Roxas exchanged a secret handshake, one that always made you chuckle. You were so glad they were friends. Hayner was proud to tell you that he kept watch. No one messed with the set up and he hoped the two of you enjoyed yourselves. Roxas thanked him and then Hayner was gone, running back down the hill. He called back some sort of tease about you being lovebirds and to be good. It didn’t really register. You were already settling in on top of the blanket. 

-Roxas was adorably nervous. A blush warmed his ears and he chuckled, ruffling his hair. He hoped you didn’t mind something as simple as a picnic. You cut him off with a kiss to his cheek. This was perfect, and you told him as much. 

-Opening the basket, you found your favorite snacks and bottled drinks. The two of you spread out the treats across the blanket and nibbled on the snacks while you talked. It didn’t matter what both of you talked about, because the subject flowed naturally from one thing to the next. 

-The sun slowly disappeared over the hills and stars speckled the sky. You snuggled up against Roxas and he moved the blanket to wrap around both of you, to shield you from the night’s wind. Gazing up at the stars, you fell silent and listened to Roxas talk. He told you about something him and Xion found during a recent mission. You loved the sound of his voice. His breath gently brushed against your cheek and his voice was low and quiet, vibrating through you. 

-When he finished his story, he turned and kissed your cheek. He told you he hoped tonight was alright and was about to apologize again that it wasn’t more. You interjected and told him it was just what you needed. You didn’t need anything big. Uninterrupted time with him under the stars was more than you could ever hope for. 

-You turned your head to look at him, and he smiled when your eyes met. You smiled back and he leaned in, meeting your lips together for a long awaited kiss.

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-Mod Lucky