This isn’t exactly selfship, but involves two f/os of mine - Xigbar, and my familial f/o Xion - and Saix. and i dont know where else to put it
anyway i call this “chris rewriting the light novel of 358/2 days”
rbs appreciated if u enjoyed it! rix isnt in it but i still want people 2 read it u know
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Another dream, another day...Another weird feeling for her.
There was never any sun to shine in and wake up the members of Organization XIII, so Xion had to rely on her body to cooperate every morning. Today seemed like it was slightly more difficult to wake up. The blankets - as thin as they were - seemed so comfortable and welcoming ,and she buried herself into it even more. Didn't look like her body was doing the whole "cooperation" thing, after all, and was in fact rebelling. After all, why leave the warmth of the blankets? There was no reason to expose herself to the cold air of the World that Never Was.
Still, she couldn't sleep more either - not when Saix was waiting to assign her today's mission. On that note, she wondered where she'd go today...It wasn't exactly her choice, but if she had to choose - a nice, warm, tropical world would be nice....Maybe the Destiny Islands, to collect more seashells for Roxas...Though speaking of; with Roxas out of commission, she'd likely need to go somewhere he would've....Do it for Roxas, she told herself...
Blinking her sleepy eyes, she gave a soft groan and sat up. There was no point dawdling, although she shivered at the chilly air as she went about her morning routine.
That dream, though...Something about it bothered her, and yet felt eerily familiar...or maybe it was comfortable familiarity? She really couldn't tell anymore. They sorta blurred, yet stuck with her all the same...Ah, well. She changed into a clean cloak, expecting the Dusks to clean the other as always, and washed her face. Blinking away the water and then drying with a wash cloth, Xion looked into the mirror.
I'm the same as ever, she thought with a light, somewhat apprehensive chuckle. Well, she'd hurry to the Grey Room now.
There, she found Xigbar and Saix - everyone else must have started their missions for the day. "There you are," hummed Saix in a rather uninterested tone, "You'll continue investigating with Xigbar today."
Xion was a little surprised, but she couldn't reply before her assigned partner called to her. "Let's get going, eh, Poppet?" Sounded like he'd been waiting for her...She wondered if he was always this ready for missions - she hadn't been on one with anyone but Roxas so far, so...Maybe this was normal. What wasn't normal to Xion was the fact he was paired up with her at all, when she had been doing solo missions recently while Roxas was down and out.
Speaking of...
"Um...How is Roxas?" She asked softly, finally getting the courage to ask.
Saix didn't even look at her as he coldly stated, "Still asleep. He may never wake." Her spirits dropped, unsure how to reply to something like that. Much to her confusion, Xigbar gave a small laugh. She looked at him, and noticed a light smirk on his face.
"Haven't you been checking in on him everyday? That's real sweet of you, Poppet." She was startled at this comment, but was even more startled at Saix's additional response that followed.
"You may as well keep visiting him," Saix murmured, "There's still a chance he might awaken." Was he feeling okay? He never spoke even remotely approvingly to her...Still, he continued to prompt her. "Now, get to work." She was suspicious, admittedly, but she didn't dare inquire.
"All right..." Xion spoke slowly, but would look to Xigbar as he opened a Dark Corridor. He grinned at her, then the two departed...
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...But Xion's eyes widened on the other side of the dark passage, as she was met with a much brighter environment - and one she knew quite well by now. The blue sea and tall palm trees...The horizon and warm sand on her boots...
"The..." She began, but Xigbar finished for her.
"The Destiny Islands. You've been visiting here quite a bit, Poppet." He gave a low laugh - although started laughing a bit harder at her bewildered expression. "Luckily for you, Xemnas wants us to check the place out..."
"He did...? Um...Why?"
"You think I know what his intentions are? As if." Xigbar waved his hand, his fang-like teeth bared in a grin. Xion had a feeling he did know, actually, but didn't press it for now. Still...Something felt strange to her. Noticing she wasn't getting any less baffled by his words, he snorted. "Look. You go collect shells. I can handle the investigation alone."
Her eyes widened. "...Huh? B-but...Xigbar..." Was he seriously suggesting she bail on the mission to collect shells for Roxas? Was he allowed to do that in the first place? "Um...Wouldn't you get in trouble?"
"As if! I'm the Organization's number II - Plus, you think they're gonna can me over working overtime? It's better business, anyway. Totally in your favor, too, right? C'mon, Poppet..."
"...." Xion frowned. "....Xigbar, is there a reason you're acting like this?"
Xigbar waved her off again. Seems like he used his hands to talk quite a bit. "Man, you Keyblade wielders always worry about the smallest things. Just trust me. Not like I've given you reason not to, right? Hardly."
There was silence for a moment, and then Xion took a deep breath...and smiled a little. "Okay...Um...Thank you."
"Sure, Poppet. Just be a good kid and keep out of trouble while you're all by your lonesome, huh?" He teased, beginning to walk past her towards the rest of the island - but he blinked and stopped as Xion gently grabbed his sleeve. "What's up?"
"...Thank you for b-being kind to me." And with that, not waiting for a response, she released him and walked towards the shore. There, she would pick up a shell, and after some time softly remark there was no one else at the beach today. She didn't see Xigbar again until it was time to go back.
end of the summer by joyce manor ; blindfold by lucas lex ; can't get you out of my head by johnny goth
end of the summer: kind of catchy
blindfold by lucas lex: downloading immediately (oof this one hits. i fuckin love the filter on the vocals!! good shit!!!)
saïx hijacking;
can't get you out of my head: downloading immediately
fond of this, it's easily making its way onto a playlist of mine. appreciate the good recommendation. 💙
quick disclaimer: the xemsai in this verse is a toxic relationship and is written as such; it is not meant to be taken as a healthy romance with workable conflicts. --- Saix's eyes were downcast, head bowed in uncomfortable defiance rather than submission, and Xemnas' chest constricted in sympathetic pride to see that his long lost mate still ached to defer to his judgement, even after all it seemed that stretched between them. He reached out, clawed fingertips curling in the too soft blue of Saix's hair, the spiked wildness all but faded into waves of over groomed domesticity. "Love, you don't have to do this to yourself," he whispered, leaning closer, feeling the way Saix's shoulders shook without having to see the motion. "Is there anything I wouldn't do for you? We both know I would go above and beyond for the right to your loyalty. Is this...what you need right now?" His fingers moved from thick hair to the pale side of Saix's face, cupping his cheek. "If it is, I can hardly be bothered by a human life. Keep this pet if only it would mean you stopped treating yourself like one. Come back to me. Be mine like we know you are. You can bring the boy with you until you tire of him." As long as he could have Saix, he wouldn't care. Even this would be within his control to give or take. Wouldn't that be fair? If Saix's human boy was a gift from his alpha, his true mate, balance would be restored and he could find it in himself to accept it. Demyx would have nothing to offer Saix that Xemnas hadn't graced him by proxy. Saix was whining, low in his throat, his hand half raised toward Xemnas' chin. In this too, Xemnas would provide. He tilted his head, brushing his chin over Saix's knuckles, helping him to complete the show of submission to his alpha, and in the next moment he was rewarded for his attentive leadership with Saix's lips on his, desperate for guidance, lost, conflicted, maybe even afraid, but it was okay. It would be alright. Xemnas would make it alright. He promised this with the movement of his lips against Saix's mouth, the sharpness of his teeth, the possessive growl rumbling in his chest that Saix melted into just as he always had.
