You are awesome! May I ask for hcs with Xiggy trying to seduce an enemy keyblade wielder?
Notes: Thanks, man! And yes you can always ask for more Xigbar HCs. I hope I’m doing him justice and not making him to OOC.
You’ve been a keyblade wielder since day one and you’ve always thought of it as an extension of your arm. That being said, you have always felt a strong pull to the light and could never imagine falling to the darkness like Riku or Aqua did.
However, whenever you fought with Organization 13, there was this weird little twinge in your chest that made you feel as if you almost wanted to see what it was like on the other side.
What made it worse was that almost every time you fought them, there was this snarky asshole with an eyepatch who seemed to taunt you just by being there.
He would give you a once over and call you nicknames like ‘sweetheart’ and ‘cupcake’. At first, they made you sick to your stomach, but he slowly grew on you with every battle.
He wouldn’t ever cross the line of getting too close to you, but he did occasionally come up behind you and say ‘boo,’ which would scare the ever loving crap out of you. You would usually retaliate by swinging your keyblade at him as he phased away.
After a while, you would start seeing him outside of the battlefield. It was weird and at first, you asked him why he wasn’t attacking you. He would retaliate the question by asking why you weren’t attacking him. You would tell him that something in your heart was telling you not too.
Xigbar isn’t big on the whole lovey-dovey, one look and you’re meant to be sort of crap; but he did know when he met you that you were interesting and that you were definitely not like your cohorts. That’s when he decided to take all the jobs that involved tracking you and your group.
“Why are you following us?”
“Cause you’re just so darn cute!”
“You think Sora’s cute?” Donald quacks.
“No! No no no! I think [Y/N] is cute.”
“Then why did you make it sound like you liked Sora?”
Xigbar sighs and phases away.
It isn’t until a few worlds later. You meet again and Xigbar decides that it’s time to explain to you why he keeps showing up. In private.
You, of course, keep your keyblade at the ready, not sure if it’s a trap.
But he’s weird, telling you “Calm down pumpkin, I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Dunno. Just suits you.”
“Sounds like something my grandma would call me.”
“Fine then, how about,” he thinks for a minute. “Sweetcheeks.”
“How about my name?” You were gonna regret this.
“Fine then, [Y/N] it is.”
You were blushing like you had been painted red. The shit eating grin on Xigbar’s face is enough to tell you that this was probably a mistake.
Back From the Dead [Braig-Xigbar/reader] spoiler free
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Words: 3399
Warnings: like one swear and some angst
Summary: I can’t write song fics but I tried, and these are the fruits of my labor, the song it was based on is Back From the Dead by Skylar Grey, I totally did not do well on making that clear. Please enjoy the angst anyways. Also, this is my first non-OC piece so be gentle.
I held the funeral the day you left
A black umbrella and a sad song in my head
Buried your pictures that I loved the most
‘Cause if you survived me I just didn't wanna know
When Braig died you thought that you had too, you roamed around your house alone, crying for days on end and refusing to eat, feeling sick to your stomach just looking at anything that even remotely reminded you of him. When you weren’t pacing the floors of your home, you were laying in bed staring at the ceiling, wrapped up in one of his shirts, unable to feel anything but empty due to the fact that he was no longer there to hold you through the night. You couldn’t sleep, fearing that if you did, you would have nightmares, Braig was always the one to hold you and keep the bad dreams at bay. Now, who was going to hold you and keep you safe?
You had just started to make dinner when one of the castle maids came pounding on your door. The young girl looked distraught and scared out of her wits, her eyes like dinner plates and her mouth hanging open. Within a second you knew what had happened. It felt like someone had pelted you with rocks. You fell to your knees, tears spilling down your cheeks. How could this happen? The castle was supposed to be safe from these sorts of things.
Just like that the world around you began to slowly deteriorate, the once beautiful castle was now becoming more and more twisted every day. To your dismay, the happy and serene world that you once lived in was decaying more and more since the day that Braig died. It hurt you to see your hometown like this, to the point that when you heard that others were leaving you decided it would be in your best interest to try and get out before it got worse.
You barely remember the days leading up to your escape. You had hurriedly packed a bag and thrown on a few layers of clothing so as to not look suspicious to anyone who might ask questions- you just wanted out. You quickly scanned your home one last time for anything you might want. Your eyes fell onto Braig’s favorite shirt, you hadn’t moved it from the laundry hamper where he had left it, afraid that if you did so it would stop smelling of him. Making up your mind you grabbed it, shoved it into your bag and ran out the door, quiet as a mouse.
I'm so confused I don't know what to feel
Should I throw my arms around you or kill you for real?
‘Cause I worked so hard to put the past to rest
Now it's tumbling down on me just like an avalanche
10 years later you were settled into a nice home with a happy life, you lived in a tiny apartment above a shop in Traverse Town, where you made and sold clothes for a living. Many other people from Radiant Garden had moved here with you, although, you had never met many of them until now. Your life seemed quite nice and it was as if you had never lived anywhere else. Occasionally you would go in your closet to pick out something to wear and see Braig’s shirt, then pick it up and smell it, reminded of how he used to hold you and how you would constantly tell him to stop leaving his clothes around the house. Your favorite memories would always come to mind, but then so would the memory of having to leave without ever knowing what had really happened to him. It would make you tear up and you would thrust the shirt back into the closet, unable to do anything for a few hours.
You constantly berated yourself for letting the dead man still have so much of an effect on you. He was gone, how were you supposed to do anything if you kept crying all the time? You had been asked out by a few men around town, often turning them down because you wanted to focus on your work, or you were busy doing something else that night, but you couldn’t make up that excuse much longer. You were needed some company, someone to talk to and comfort you when you felt like this.
As much as you wanted someone in your life, part of you still couldn’t accept the idea of someone new coming into your life until you knew what had happened. It was a stupid question to ask and you were quite aware of this, but you asked yourself very often what happened. How had he died, and if you could get the answers, would you even want them? You mostly shook it off, but more often than not, you were still stuck in the same rut where you overanalyzed the past and ignored the world around you.
That was all true until one day a good friend of yours set up a date for you. Normally you would say no and tell her thank you for the thought, but this time- this time you felt different. You accepted, setting it up at the local cafe and agreeing to meet them the next day at noon. You spent the whole day stress cleaning your tiny apartment, throwing your sheets in the wash and dusting every possible surface and scrubbing the floors until they shined and reorganizing every room from top to bottom. You felt like a whole new person by the time you finished. When you looked at the time you sighed, it was well past midnight and you had a date tomorrow. Part of you felt giddy like a little kid, but somewhere deep inside, you felt a little twinge of regret. Setting that part of you aside, you climbed into bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.
You awoke in the morning to a very cloudy sky and lots of rain. You sighed, water wouldn’t keep you from doing something new and exciting. Getting out of bed, you walked to the shower, stripped and assessed yourself in the mirror. You hadn’t changed much since you left Radiant Garden, you still had the same face, just with a few more wrinkles on your forehead and around your eyes. Your hair was getting a bit long but you had it trimmed a few months back, so it wasn’t really all that bad. The only thing that you minded was how your skin was starting to sag on your body and how your stretch marks were getting longer. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but getting older, you get heavier. Braig loved you for every part of you, even the smallest little detail. He had always told you to stop worrying because it would just add more lines to your face which you would worry about more and then it would spiral out of control. Often you would stand in the kitchen, doing dishes, or cooking and Braig would come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, putting his head on your shoulder, and calling you affectionate names. That was all over now, at least with Braig it was.
You quickly showered and threw on some clean clothes, making sure to check your hair in the mirror before stepping out the door. You began making your way to the cafe and felt rather proud of yourself for being so open to new things. It wasn’t until you were about to go round the bend into the main square that you saw something in the corner of your eye. Thinking nothing of it you trudged ahead and walked towards the cafe, entering and sitting down across from your date.
I never thought that you and I would ever meet again
I mourn the loss of you sometimes and pray for peace within
The word "distraught" cannot describe how my heart has been
But where do we begin now that you're back from the dead?
A few hours later you were full of food and eager to head home, your date wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t the best either. The man had offered to pay and you let him, but he had been talking the whole time about his hobby, and when you had tried to ask him questions he would say, “but you’ve don’t understand, this is exactly what everyone wants you to think.” It was like talking to the world’s most annoying two-year-old. You couldn’t understand why your friend had set you up in the first place.
Rounding the bend to your apartment, you saw the shadow in the corner of your eye again. Your hair stood on end as you rushed to the door and into your apartment as fast as possible. It’s true that monsters had been roaming the streets of Traverse Town, but normally if you used caution you could get around them- besides the monsters weren’t sneaky they preferred to be out in the open and attack people. You took some deep breaths and began doing your daily chores while trying to convince yourself that it was just your imagination.
While you were doing your dishes from the day before, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and tug you towards a firm chest. Shocked, you twisted your body, taking the plate you were holding and smashing it with the head of the person behind you.
“Oh jeez, guess I should have knocked.”
You turned around fully, looking at the figure standing in your kitchen. It couldn’t be him, could it? This person had the same face, yes, but so much was different- so much was wrong. To start he had yellow eyes and an eyepatch, where he was supposed to have brown eyes and 20/20 vision. You supposed this could be due to what happened at Radiant Garden, but how? His hair was longer, and greyed in some places, due to age you thought, but then again neither of you were that old. The longer you stared the more you noticed, like the scar on his face and the same age marks that you noticed on yourself yesterday, only much less pronounced.
“I thought you were dead.”
“And leave you behind? As if!” Braig moved forward to hold you, but you took a step back. In all your dreams of having him back, you never imagined that so much would change. You didn’t even know if you wanted him back now. It wasn’t the way he looked so much as the fact that you weren’t the same person anymore. You had accepted his death, albeit you had to move to another world to do so. You couldn’t just welcome him back now with open arms and expect things to go back to the way they were.
“It’s been 10 years Braig,” you sighed and began picking up the pieces of plate that were scattered across the kitchen floor.
“I know, that’s why I’m here,” Braig bent down and began picking up pieces on the opposite end of the room.
“So? Why not come sooner?”
“Because I couldn’t, it wasn’t safe.”
“Not safe?” You squeezed your hands into fists, and stood up quickly, staring down your former lover. “They told me you were dead! I cried for months afterward, I couldn’t sleep because I was afraid that I would have to relive it in my dreams and I couldn’t handle that! After you died Radiant Garden turned to shit, the place you swore to protect turned to a pile of garbage and I had to leave it! I had to leave my home, my family and my friends! Do you know how hard that was? No, you don’t because you were dead!”
Braig stood up slowly, hanging his head in resignation, utterly defeated by your words. He had been so selfish and had had no idea what he had done to you. Was this really what had happened to you while he was gone? Had you truly become so bitter about his death? “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Good, because you didn’t even think to ask if I wanted you back now did you? Maybe next time you’ll think about things before you try faking your death again!”
“Well, technically-” Braig began.
You let out a loud groan, and began rubbing your temples, “what now?”
“I’m technically still dead, just with the ability to roam about freely in a body similar to how I was when I was alive. If you want to get even more technical it’s a lot more complicated than that, but for now, let’s just leave it at I’m dead.”
“So if I get really mad and shove a knife through your chest you won’t die?”
“Well-” Braig waves his hand back and forth.
“Well, what? You either can or can’t die Braig, which one is it?”
“It’s not important.”
You glare daggers at him, he couldn’t do this it wasn’t right. 10 years had passed and you had all but moved on, it wasn’t fair, he couldn’t just come back into your life like this and think everything would go back to normal. He was, is, dead. That’s how it was and that’s how it would stay.
So you can't just come back now like a demon uninvited
No, you can't just expect me to open my door to you because
I never thought that you and I would ever meet again
I mourn the loss of you sometimes and pray for peace within
You and Braig stayed like that for a solid minute, staring at each other angry and sad. Braig knew this reunion would be bittersweet, but at the same time hadn’t been quite as prepared for it as he had hoped.
“I’m sorry, and I’ll say it as many times as you want. I know I can’t make up for lost time, but I can tell you that I’m here now.”
“You’re not a sap, so don’t start now,” you chuckled dryly, remembering when you first met Braig, he had wolf-whistled at you as you were on your way home from work. You had thought he was possibly the crudest man you’d ever met. He would wolf whistle and say something lewd and you would continue to walk home for the next few weeks until one day his superior had told him that it was impolite to do say such things to a stranger. After that day there were no more wolf whistles or lewd comments, instead, it was silent as you walked home. You didn’t mind the quiet, but you did miss the indirect complement that Braig gave you by commenting on your outfits or how you were walking. So instead of letting the silence sit, you decided to approach him one day and ask him why he had stopped. When he explained you introduced yourself and told him simply that since you were no longer strangers he could be as loud and obnoxious as he wanted. Within the next week Braig had asked you out and the two of you were quite crazy about each other.
“No, no I’m not,” Braig pulled his ever cocky smirk- it was exactly the same as when you were young, giving you goosebumps like the first time he had flashed you the look. You felt betrayed by your heart, it wanted you to be with him, longed for the days when you two would just laze around the house and pretend that there was nothing outside the word but you two. You wanted that more than anything in the world, but you knew that those days were gone.
You closed your eyes, sighing deeply and rubbing your temples, “So, why are you here?”
Braig’s eyes shifted from you to the floor and back again, “I was in town and thought I’d drop by.”
“Okay asshole.”
“No, seriously. To make a long story short, I have some after lifey business to do here and I saw you earlier so I thought I would drop by and see how you are.” Braig said this as if it was the most normal thing that could possibly happen.
“So you saw that I was on a date and thought it would be okay to just, pop by and see your old lover that thinks your dead?” You said the last part a little bit too roughly and it showed when Braig winced.
“For one, I am dead and for another, I had no idea what you thought.”
You locked eyes, staring at each other, “what are we doing?”
“I don’t know.”
You walked into the main part of your apartment, picking things up and putting them back down in new places as you went along.
“You’re nervous,” Braig followed you into your apartment, he knew you better than anyone else, he had been with you for years and gotten to know all of your little quirks, like the one where you picked up anything near you when you were nervous and put it in the oddest spot possible.
“So? My boyfriend who I thought died ten years ago just came back to life and wants to get back together all nice and normal like. I think I have a reason to be nervous.”
You moved into the bedroom, picking up anything you could have possibly missed from your cleaning spree the day before.
“Again, still technically dead,” Braig sighed, sitting on your bed.
You opened your closet to put something away and your eyes fell onto the only thing that you had left of the man you once knew. Grabbing his old shirt you closed the closet door and sat down next to him.
“This is one of the last things I have from Radiant Garden. It’s the last thing I have of you, I suppose you’ll want it now considering that you’re… well…” You sighed handing him the shit. You didn’t want to give it up, even if there was a chance that the two of you would get back together, it wouldn’t be the same. He seemed too different.
“You kept this?” Braig held the item of clothing and looked at carefully.
“Of course I did, I love you.”
Braig put one arm around you and grinned as if he had just heard the best secret ever. “You know, I’m still the same person, even if I look a little different and some time has passed.”
You lean into him, burying your face into his chest, “I know, it’s just that we didn’t pass that time together and it makes me feel like I did something wrong.”
You had been trying to reconcile with yourself that maybe this wasn’t a punishment and maybe it really was a second chance, not in the best way perhaps, but you could manage to somehow be with Braig again.
“Now look sweetheart, I wouldn’t have come back if I wasn’t absolutely positive that you and I would be okay,” Taking your chin in his hand, he lifted your face to meet his and gave you a quick peck on the lips. It was what you had needed to tell you that he was really there. That Braig was right there with you, holding you in his arms again like he used to.
It was all too overwhelming, your eyes brimmed over with tears and you couldn’t stop yourself. You reached up, grabbing Braig by the back of his neck and pulling him for another kiss. Even if he had hurt you, kissing him was the best feeling you could ever imagine.
“I missed you too, gorgeous,” Braig smirked, pressing you down into your bed and kissing you harder. You pulled him on top of you and wrapped your arms around him as tightly as possible, even hooking a leg around his waist for good measure.
Braig took no time letting his hands wander and feel you again, he wanted to feel and fill every nook and cranny possible on your body. He wanted to let you know that he was there and was not going anywhere anytime soon.
“Please don’t leave again,” you whispered.
Braig held your face in his hands, “I am not going anywhere.”
Hi um could you do a Poly Xig Dem with a male Reserve Org member SO who's a cuddle bug?
Notes: Hello, thank you so much for requesting this! I have to say that I was super happy when I got this request because I myself am a poly man so I love writing this stuff and I always like to think it up whenever I get the chance. Thank you again for your request and please feel free to give me any more ideas you think up!
You joined the Organization shortly after Demyx and were quick to be deemed unnecessary for the heavy jobs and main work, thus making you an expendable member given all the gross and crappy jobs.
Although you had been introduced to all of the members when you joined, you had never truly met any of them outside of Demyx who was also ‘benched’. He had been very friendly when you first conversed and to be honest, it threw you off a bit. He was so bright and lively and everyone else was dull and grey.
It was quickly decided between the two of you that you would be spending a lot more time together- and I mean a lot.
You began to sleep in Demyx’s room, mostly because his was already decorated and cozy, with lots of soft stuffed things on the bed. Slowly the two of you began to have a more physical relationship, and most people wrote it off as the two of you being really good friends.
That was until Xigbar came along.
You had never been more scared in your entire life than when he cornered you and asked about your ‘friendship’ with Demyx. You thought the jig was up and that there was going to be some no fraternizing rule that ended either in perpetual teasing for being gay or you becoming a dusk. Honestly, at the moment, you had preferred the later.
But that’s not what happened.
And you were so relieved.
Until Xigbar kissed you.
And you froze up, not knowing why someone was kissing you when you had so clearly just stated that you were having sexual relations with someone else.
Noticing that you were frozen, Xigbar pulled back and chuckled, ‘Why not have both?’
He asked it like it was the most simple question in the world. At first, you couldn’t wrap your head around why he would ask such a stupid question, you can’t date multiple people at once, that’s cheating.
Until you were cuddling with Demyx that afternoon and you brought it up.
“So the weirdest thing happened to me today.”
“Yeah?”
“I was walking back from the kitchen and all of a sudden, Xigbar pushed me into a corner and kissed me.”
“Did you kiss him back?”
“No, but he said I should have two boyfriends. Like that’s a normal thing.”
At this point, Demyx was laughing, not because he found it funny, but because he kind of pitied the fact that you had gone your whole life as a somebody not knowing that there was such a thing as polyamory.
Feeling smart for once, Demyx actually managed to explain poly to you without too much confusion, but the one hang up you had was if you actually wanted this or not. Sure it sounded nice and all, but Xigbar had just randomly kissed you in some random corner of the castle, that didn’t mean that you wanted to date him.
But you thought about the kiss and how it made you feel and how you would have reacted had you not been with Demyx. The more you thought about it the more you realized that you wanted it.
This was when you decided to visit Xigbar, cornering him the same as he had you, grabbing him by the collar and smashing your lips onto his. For the moment, you wanted to see if there was anything there, and although it was a stupid way to do it- it worked.
There certainly was something between the two of you. You couldn’t tell why you hadn’t noticed it before, perhaps it was the fact that you had never truly spoken to him up close and in person or the fact that you barely saw the official number two of the organization as he was always off doing the heavy lifting for them. However, that kiss led to the realization that perhaps two boyfriends wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Of course, you talked to Demyx about you having another person in your life and to your delight, Demyx was extremely for it. What you weren’t ready for was a three-way relationship with Demyx and Xigbar.
The three of you had been hanging out together in Demyx’s room one afternoon when you started cuddling with Demyx as you usually do. Not wanting Xigbar to feel left out, you told him to come sit on the other side of you. You gave both of them a kiss and then watched in surprise as the two of them shared a look and kissed each other.
At first, your relationship was very sex-heavy, but of course, that slowed down once the three of you got used to spending more time with each other and your relationship began to turn into more of cuddling all the time, just enjoying the silence and the company type of relationship.
The dynamics of your relationship are very unique to the three of you, with Xigbar being the diligent husband type, Demyx being the high school sweetheart type and you being the middle of a very weird, very fun sandwich. This however barely begins to describe how the three of you act together.
You are often worried about the safety of your partners but have to remind yourself that only the strong-willed are able to join the Organization and although you are and Demyx are more disposable than your eyepatched counterpart, you just have to work harder and support each other.
When it comes to things like PDA, Xigbar is more likely to be the person to randomly kiss you in the middle of a busy place, whether it be soft or rough it doesn’t matter, he likes everyone to know that you are together and often he will kiss you then kiss Demyx or put an arm around one of you and kiss the other.
However, on the opposite end of the scale, Demyx is a little shyer and doesn’t like to initiate PDA quite as much. He will definitely be open to show people that he is with you but at the same time, he is not used to being touched in such an intimate way.
Over your relationship, the three of you grow very close, you never say I love you because you’re still not sure if you can, but you do feel as though you can trust them with your life and if you were to be put in a dire situation, you would die for either of them.
Notes: I do want to mention for any future requests that when it comes to poly, not everyone has to be involved in the relationship, I only made everyone involved in this because that is what people tend to think of when they see or hear or poly. If you want to request a poly relationship and do primary and secondary partners, please tell me! I am poly myself and I love writing about and explaining the dynamics of poly relationships so feel free to request or even message me about it!
Hey there! Poly Xig-dem asker, I was wonderin if you could do somethin with them, maybe a reaction to the Reserve S/O fading? Maybe add a bit of epilogue angst on Xig's side?
WARNING: Angst, major character death, lots of sadness and you may cry.
Notes: So I am really glad that you requested this because I had so much fun writing that last set. I also am really glad that you requested angst because if there is one thing that I am good at, it’s angst and sadness and making people go ‘why did I read this!’ basically I’m really excited to write this and I hope that it meets your standards. As I wrote this set I kind of wanted them to fade like their heartless had already been killed and they were going to be made whole again so I basically made this like a semi-happy ending if you want to think about it that way?
Being a part of the Organization means that death is always around the corner and being a reserve member is no exception. To be honest, you had been expecting this day to come in the back of your mind since day one. Ever since Sora started to tear apart the members of the castle and knock you off one by one, you were prepared to be called upon.
To say you weren’t ready would be an understatement. You had been telling yourself that it would happen and although Demyx, Xigbar and you didn’t want to bring it up, it was something that you had occasionally mentioned, telling them that if your time did come that you wanted them to know that this was the best time you could have possibly had.
Xigbar would often brush you off saying that he would do everything in his power to make sure that neither of you got put into any seriously dangerous situations, but he too knew that he really couldn’t do anything.
Demyx would try to be strong for the both of you but would end up crying and then getting mad at himself for it while you and Xigbar just did your best to reassure him that you still had time.
But you didn’t. All remaining members had been called to a meeting one day in the Room Where Nothing Gathers and you had known from the look in Xigbar’s eye. He often knew things before the superior announced them and it didn’t help that you had a very sickly feeling in the pit of your stomach.
After you had been given your assignment, you retired to your room, wanting some peace and quiet. Needless to say, you didn’t get any.
Demyx was the first to arrive. He burst through your door, tears rimming his eyes and his face red. He tackled you to the bed, crying into your chest as you sat there stunned. You knew it was going to happen, you had tried so hard to prepare yourself, but you still weren’t ready. How could anyone be ready for a fucking suicide mission?
A very tearful hour later, Xigbar came knocking on your door. You almost didn’t invite him in, he could have told you, he was supposed to protect you. He promised to stop them, you thought callously, but you reminded you had to remind yourself that in the end he really had no say. Reluctantly you invited him in and told him to join the two of you on the bed.
The three of you just held each other in a tearful silence, you even let yourself go a few times, thinking about the emptiness that would be in your heart without your partners. The tears eventually subsided and led all of you into a deep, albeit restless slumber.
The next day you departed for your mission. You were to take out someone guarded by the warriors, you did your best to pack as many health potions and other supplies to try and keep you alive as possible. It’s not that you were weak by any means, it’s just that this was a serious battle and if anything were to go wrong you were- well fucked.
You arrived in the world as prepared as you could be, your breathing may have been shaky, but you made up for it with your will to see another day.
Finding the person you were to take out wasn’t difficult, you spotted them and quickly attacked from behind their group. Throwing a barrage of attacks you tried your best to get in and then get out, wanting to complete your task and see your lovers.
That’s when Sora and Co. started to really bear down. You were almost out of health potions and down to your last leg when you saw a portal open out of the corner of your eye, distracted you didn’t notice Sora fire a spell in your direction.
The spell landed directly on your chest and all at once you felt overwhelming emotions. You were so angry, so happy, so… sad. You couldn’t understand why all of this was coming to you all of a sudden.
You slowly fell to your knees, seeing Xigbar run in from the outskirts of where you had been fighting, he pushed past your killers and rushed to your side. It wasn’t worth fighting them right now, they would get what was coming to them later, for now, for now, he wanted to tell you that it was going to be okay.
“Xigbar?”
You began to feel the end nearing, seeing him was a comfort, but at the same time, you didn’t want to go just yet.
“I’m so sorry, I’m too late…”
It was silent for a while, the only sound was that of your short and shallow gasps, you clung on to the front of his cloak, urging yourself to tell him what you always wanted to, but never felt that you could.
“Xiggy…”
“No. No, you’re gonna be fine, we’re gonna be okay! You’re gonna come back and see Demyx and we’re all gonna laugh about this later… right?”
You had never seen him like this, usually playful and cocky, making jokes and taking pleasure from other’s pain. Not now, now he was angry, he was distraught. He was scared.
“Xiggy, no… I can’t… but…”
You were fading fast and if you didn’t tell him now, you were scared that you might not get another chance.
“I love you. I realize it now, that this feeling… this ache that you’re remembering right here-” you put a hand over where his heart should be. “That’s love, I love you, and I love Demyx, and I wouldn’t give up the time I spent with you both for anything. I would do this all over again, exactly the same, if it meant that I could always love you the same.”
“I-” It was too late. You had said what you needed to say, you held on just long enough to tell him all of it. Xigbar’s arms dropped to his lap, his tears falling to the ground as he screamed into the sky.
The next few moments were a flurry of angry rage and motion. Xigbar stood and began taking his anger out on the nearest target- the people that killed you.
“WHY?” He screamed, shooting at them, “WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE HIM FROM ME?”
Sora was scared, to say the least, a normally calm and laid-back Xigbar, who made jokes during their other battles, was screaming over a nobody. Nobodies weren’t supposed to feel, so why was this happening?
Eventually, the battle wore down and Sora left.
However, Xigbar remained, he sat in a corner, staring emptily at the spot where you died. How was he going to go on? How was his world going to go on? And worst of all, how was he going to tell Demyx?
It took him a good few hours before he got up, all out of tears and vaguely thinking of a plan.
He called a portal to the castle, he didn’t plan on giving a report just yet, he wanted Demyx to be the first to know.
Demyx was in his room, fiddling with his Sitar and trying to distract himself really, it was obvious he wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing as he quickly noticed Xigbar enter the room and jumped up.
“I-is he okay?”
Xigbar stared at the floor, he couldn’t bear to look Demyx in the eye. “I’m sorry Demyx…”
All at once the ugly crying started, Demyx collapsed on his bed, crying, screaming that it couldn’t be real.
“I’m sorry, I tried to stop it, but I was too late.”
That’s when things got worse.
“YOU COULDN’T STOP IT? WHAT ABOUT IT COULDN’T YOU STOP? THE FACT THAT THE ONLY PERSON WHO CARED ABOUT US DIED OR THE FACT THAT HE COULD HAVE BEEN KEPT FROM GOING TO DO THAT MISSION BUT YOU DIDN’T STOP IT?”
Immediately Demyx regretted every word he had just said.
“I got there as soon as I could. I did my best to tell the superior to let me handle the mission but he thought that he was ready. I want him back just as much as you do so don’t you dare go pointing the blame when I had to hold his dying fucking body in my arms and I didnt even get to tell him that I love him back!”
Xigbar’s voice was stern and his jaw was set, he didn’t need this shit, he already wanted it to be him as it was.
He turned to leave when Demyx spoke up.
“Wait… Back? You-you mean…”
“He said it at the end, that he loved us. He was holding on just so he could say it and I watched him die…”
Demyx put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you, it wasn’t your fault.”
Xigbar put his hand on top of Demyx’s, “I know, but it sure as hell feels like it. I was there, and all I could do was tell him that it was going to be okay and that we were gonna laugh about it later.”
The two of them stood in silence. They didn’t know how to feel, they didn’t even know if they were going to be okay, all that mattered right then and right there was that they loved you and they made sure that they never forgot to tell the people they love, how they felt.
