but anyways, i just had a question to all of y'all, but what do you prefer, the reader insert: (Y/n), or would you rather have a character that of an OC, to one that I have already preset when I first started the story, for example the one initially thought of doing was by the name of - Rinoa Ria Garmadon.
I was really thinking hard about it but wasn't sure if I wanted to make the change but let me know on your choices below on what you prefer, most vote wins and I'll leave as it is, or change it. Plus, on that I like for my readers to be comfortable with what they prefer. or if y'all want I can make a separate one with the OC, and one without the OC, your choice.
Hopes For the Future - Young Xehanort x Fem!Reader
Sequel to All Flustered
Oh Anon...That was a throw away line! I didn’t have any plans for it! I just needed it to move the story along! But dammit! I love Xehanort too!
On another note, yes, I did take a little inspiration from a Disney movie. It was too cute to resist.
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My mind has been all over the place in the last few days since my first kiss with Xehanort. It’s only been like three days but still, it’s been enough to be a mild distraction if I’m not diligently working on something. Needless to say, I get teased about it, from everyone including Xehanort. At least I can get my own little jabs in concerning my dramatic surprise-kiss the following day.
Urd and Vor decided that they had to nag me while I prepare for my date. Of course, they’re going too, everyone is, but apparently I have to look a bit more formal than I usually do, meaning they play with my hair and stuff me in a dress. It’s very pretty at least, but I draw the line when Urd comes at me with a pencil.
“Woah hold on! What do you think you’re doing?!” I exclaim.
“Um, make up?” she replies like I should already know the answer.
“No. Nope no uh-uh,” I say, walking away.
She follows after me. “Why not?”
“Because this already too much,” I say gesturing to the dress. “None of you are going dressed up.”
She points at herself and Vor. “WE don’t have dates.” I loathe her Cheshire grin sometimes. “Besides, you look great. Xehanort will love it.”
“Don’t even,” I retort firmly, pointing a finger at her. I can already feel the fire climbing my spine just thinking about him seeing me in this.
Vor giggles. “Aw, even when she’s angry she’s shy.” Rolling my eyes, I storm towards the closet. “What are you doing?”
“You two picked out my whole outfit, I get to at least pick out the boots that won’t kill me. I refuse to wear heels!” I find the ankle boots.
“Okay, fine, but at least put on some lip gloss,” Urd concedes. She wins the argument and just as I’m being attacked again, there’s a knock on the door.
“What is it?” Vor calls.
The door clicks open and Bragi pushes his way in. “Are you girls done yet? We gotta go.” I hate that signature smarmy smirk of his. “Well don’t you clean up nice.”
Bragi leads the way from the student quarters to the castle entrance. I lag behind, heart pounding in my chest, dreading Xehanort seeing me like this; I’m the class’s top student and a keyblade wielder, not a princess.
When I spot Hermod, Eraqus, and Xehanort at the bottom of the steps leading to the castle, I hesitate at the top. Sure, Xehanort’s upgraded his normal shirt to a button-up shirt but everything else about his clothes seem normal, even the sleeveless haori—I’m the only one.
I’m going to kill those girls.
My heart skips; he’s spotted me. His silver eyes widen. I start to think I’m imagining things when I see a splash of pink across his nose. I don’t get to second guess myself because Vor grabs my hand and drags me down the rest of the stairs. Nerves bundled in my chest, I can’t even bring myself to look at my date but the tingling across my skin tells me he’s staring.
“Sorry. We were having a bit too much fun,” Urd says.
A warm caress guides my face up. That fire from earlier is engulfing me. His eyes are aglow with the same predatory gleam he had the last time I played prey.
“You look good.”
I’m done. My brain has gone out the window and I might just burst into flames.
Eraqus leans into view. “I think you broke her.”
“That was pretty smooth,” Vor laughs.
“She’ll start functioning again as we go,” Urd says, beginning to push everyone off the castle grounds. “Let’s go.”
Xehanort takes my hand, giving me one more smile but this time it’s honest and warm.
The Founding Festival is as magnificent as always. The city is decked out in decorations and impromptu shops line the streets leading to the center of the city where more of the entertainment is, including the games. I enjoy watching the competitive boys and even the girls try their hands at the rigged games. Eraqus definitely adds to his losing tally against his best friend.
As the sky begins to darken and dinner time rolls around, we wander among the shops in search of food. Vor points out a vendor selling glowing lanterns.
“Wow! Look at those!”
I glance at the stand. “Those ones are pretty.”
“I bet that guy’s making a killing today,” Bragi interjects.
“It is an important part of the tradition,” agrees Hermod.
Xehanort’s eyes linger but we keep walking. “What’s the deal with the lanterns?” he asks.
“You’re supposed send the lanterns to Kingdom Hearts with your hopes for the future,” I explain. “So our ancestors know how to guide you.”
“Ah. A ‘here’s the goal, show me the way’ kinda thing?”
“That’s right.”
He rolls his eyes, clearly not buying the tradition thing. That doesn’t stop him from questioning me though. “So what would you hope for?”
“If I tell you, I’m sure you’ll meddle,” I reply cheekily.
“Of course.” He doesn’t even deny. “Granted I tend to have my hands in everything.”
“Including suggesting to Urd and Vor that I should wear a dress tonight?” I reply with a knowing smirk.
He smiles confidently, but I can see the dust of pink on his cheeks. “No no. That one I had nothing to do with.”
I’m not convinced. “And yet they seemed so sure you would appreciate it.”
“Oh I do but far be it beyond me what girls get up to.” I see his gaze drop to my mouth and that red shade of his darkens. Before I get to ask, however, Hermod points out a food stall that everyone seems to agree on.
Dinner eaten, we snag our spots to watch the reenactment of Scala Ad Caelum being founded. I enjoy it so much I almost don’t catch Xehanort sneaking away. Seeing as he didn’t bother to say anything, I assume he’ll be right back, but I don’t notice he’s back until halfway through the show. I give him a questioning look but he simply grins as if he’s been here the whole time, offering cotton candy I know he didn’t have before.
The show ends and it’s announced that everyone should head to the docks for the lantern ceremony. I start to follow the others, but Xehanort stops me. When I look back, he puts a finger to his sly lips and gestures in the other direction. Excitement prickles at my skin and I let him lead me away. We’re still heading towards the water, but instead of heading for the crowded docks, we’re climbing up the stacked buildings of our home. Finally, he climbs the ladder of a building at the water’s edge, offering a hand to me when he’s at the top. It’s not the tallest building of Scala Ad Caelum, but it’s got a beautiful view of the water and the lanterns lit by the people below.
“Wow,” I awe. “How did you find this place?”
“Unlike some people, I don’t always have my nose in a book.” I stick my tongue out at him. “I figured it would be better than bumping elbows with everyone down there. Plus, the view is definitely better.”
“Always trying to outsmart everyone, aren’t you,” I tease.
“Just wait. It gets better,” he replies, matter-of-factly. The boy wanders towards some roof-top shrubbery where he pulls two lanterns and a lighter. He seems so proud of himself.
Unable to hide my delight, I say, “I wouldn’t have picked you as one for tradition.”
He places one in my hands. “I don’t exactly get this whole Founding Festival thing, but I know it means something to you. And I’m sure it’ll make an excellent backdrop.”
“Backdrop? For what?”
There’s a look of adoration that makes my knees weak. “For you.” He chuckles as I try to hide my rising blush behind my lantern. “Oh you are adorable.”
“Xe, stop,” I complain.
“Why?” He pokes at my shoulder to tease me. “Feeling embarrassed, are we?”
“So.”
His hand pushes the lantern away from my face. “And I must say, those girls really dolled you up for me.”
“I knew it, you liar.” The boy is unashamed and I sigh. “I thought I was gonna have to fight for my life when Urd came at me with makeup.”
Xehanort laughs. “You’re too pretty for any of that.” Before I can gripe at him again, he gets even closer, within kissing range. “Though I have noticed this shine you have on your lips—almost as if you wanted me to pay attention to them.” He ends on a captivating note that almost has me closing the gap.
As if he knows, Xehanort pulls away and, to his amusement, I let out the breath I was holding. His eyes avert towards the water and I realize that it’s already started. I nearly get caught up in watching all the lights when he calls back to me.
“Hey.” I look back to him. The light from his lantern flickers warmly across his skin, reminding me that this is a date, a romantic date. We’d been closer than usual all day and he’s quite often kept a hand at my waist, but any privacy was out the window with our friends involved. But not now, not here. “Don’t forget yours.”
The boy swaps lanterns with me and lights the second while I take in the heart design across the paper, contemplating my desires for the future. Of course there are thoughts of success and happiness, but also the stray thought that I want Xehanort there. I want him in my future.
He interrupts my thoughts. “Ready?”
The saying I’ve grown up on, that’s guided me my entire life, slips from my lips. “May your heart be your guiding key.”
Palms open, I watch the pair float away, swaying together as they join the assemblage of other wishes on their way to Kingdom Hearts. Millions of lanterns are floating away, sprinkling the black night sky with light that feels like hope, mirrored by the water and creating an endless canvas of beauty. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“This view is incredible,” I awe.
“Yeah, it is.”
A glance reveals that Xehanort is not looking at the sky—he’s watching me. With his ‘better-than-thou’ attitude, I never would’ve guessed Xehanort could be such a romantic; then again, I assumed he would’ve rejected my feelings but here we are. Illuminated by the flickering lights above, I don’t see a single trace of that usual sarcasm or teasing on his features. There’s still confidence in his eyes but it’s so much more gentle than normal. By nature, I would’ve withdrawn a step or two but right now, I want nothing more than to feel his arms around me.
“Looks like I was right.” Shortening the distance between us, he gently brushes a strand of hair from my face. “The perfect backdrop.”
“Xehanort,” I mutter, my insides turning molten.
Head tilting forward, he replies, “Yeah?”
Without an answer, I bite at my lip and I see his eyes instantly divert to them. I smile, watching the nervous gulp he gives, gaze still glued to my lip gloss. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean in to give him what he wants.
Our first kiss was full of my anxiety and his cockiness and, while I’ll never regret it, it’s nothing compared to this one. I have my wits enough to partake, accept the slow intimacy of the kiss and return it. I can note the remnant taste of cotton candy on his lips but even more, I can tell how honestly he’s expressing himself. Xehanort never shows his cards, but he’s here showing kindness and caring and, dare I say, trust. Encouraging that thought, I pull him in deeper with my fingers intertwining in his hair and he follows me down the rabbit hole.
Breaking the kiss, Xehanort keeps his forehead against mine. “Whatever else you may wish for, I hope I’m at least part of your hopes for the future,” he mutters as if praying for it to be true. I don’t think he’s had a moment in his life where something was out of his control, so I assume my ability to walk away makes him nervous.
The corners of my mouth turn upwards. “As long as you promise to meddle.”
Arms pulling me tightly against him and face buried in my hair, he answers, “Of course.”
Look, he’s hot and he’s an ass and that’s just a prerequisite. Xehanort is more chill than his billion other reincarnations, but he’s still focused
That said, if you really don't care about the whole light/dark thing (which is the entire plot), or you just don’t know about it, he’ll tell you a little, but overall he’s pretty quiet about it.
Now if you are on either side, either he’ll encourage you to join him, if you’re on the light side, or to stick alongside him if you’re on the dark side.
Overall, he can actually be sweet. Buying you little trinkets, small compliments about your style, or gentle touches across your face when he is about to kiss you
Normally, he’s pretty possessive too. You’re his-that’s final. If someone gets too close to you, he’s just going to take you somewhere else. If the other norts start asking, he’s gonna tell them to shut up and he’ll leave and go mope to you
He is going to spoil you and you can’t tell me otherwise
Xeha is always passionate- about everything. Kisses? His arms are around you, one hand in your hair and one in the small of your back- body pressed against yours and tongue in your mouth. He’s fed up with something? He’ll rant about it and do something physical until he’s calmed down again. Did someone bother you? Well… you don’t have to deal with them anymore ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Speaking of, his kisses are so passionate and intense- he is kissing you for a reason and you are the reason
Xeha loves your neck. He’ll kiss you on your neck until you get him to stop or if it goes farther
If you are a key blade wielder and you want to spar, you better be ready. He takes it seriously. He is going to win.
Xeha likes sneaking out at night with you, being loving and childish, running around worlds and looking at the stars. His favorite way to be with you is like this- little adventures across worlds, soft laughs and silent footsteps, and running until you fall in soft grass just for him to pin you down
When he pins you down, he kisses you, arms resting on either side of your head while he presses his body down onto you- sometimes grinding into you, moaning into your mouth as he nips on your bottom lip
He likes leaving hickeys on your jawline and under your ear
Xehanort is normally quiet on his emotions, not wanting to cause him to second guess himself, but when he gets quiet, holding you to his chest while he nuzzles his nose into your hair, he always mummers an “I love you” as he kisses you softly
If you’re on the light side and he has a mission and you try to intervene, he won’t hurt you or attack you, simply avoiding you until he’s done- once he’s done, he likes to tease you, or if you are with others, he likes to send you all on a wild goose chase. For his amusement.
If you ever feel like pulling his hair, making out or whatnot, and do it, be prepared- he’s gonna moan the most sinful moan and he’s gonna get dominating. He doesn’t like you trying to take the reigns
You cannot tell me this dude would ever willingly sub.
Xeha is dominating. He just is. If you initiate a kiss, it’s soft at first, but he takes over, nipping on your bottom lip and growling into your mouth
Xehanort is protective over you. Very. If anyone seems like they might be mocking you, he’ll pull you away and in the most passive-aggressive way get back at them.
Xeha knows you can take care of yourself, and he appreciates that about you, but he also enjoys knowing that you will go to him completely open, as he does to you
I watched all of the Mask Singer in like 4 days and Bruno Mars’s song “Grenade” got stuck in my head, becoming the inspiration for this one shot. It’s all angst so I hope that’s what you’re looking for.
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Boots scrape across the dirt as I make my way through the ancient maze. To my right, the Nobody and his puppets distract the pair of red-heads while a couple of lost souls face off against the pests who were once lost to time. There’s fighting all through this place, but none of it matters to me. I’ve traveled far from the past for a single reason.
“You’re lagging.” That voice, deeper, rougher than I had grown with, snaps my attention to the young man.
“Sorry,” I murmur, picking up the pace.
His golden eyes flicker to me and I have flashes of the silver they once were. But he continues on in silence. I stand behind him as he addresses the man he is to become, discussing the plan for the Lights’ arrival. And soon enough, accompanied by the Heartless and the Nobody, we greet them.
Having trained together, grown together, we fight effortlessly and it’s easy enough to overpower a single Light on his own, but once the Heartless and Nobody fall, three against two is a different story. My blade locks with the King’s, preventing either of us from making a move. Then I notice the white-haired man charging an attack while the Hero distracts my beloved. My heart doesn’t even give my mind a chance to reconsider; I release my weapon and rush to defend him. The black lights engulf me with a cold burn that ignites each nerve with a searing pain. Pushing through it, I disperse the flame and face the three who appear both shocked and disturbed. I glance over my shoulder, finding him watching me with his disinterested expression; not a single worry to give.
The battle continues in a very similar fashion but I don’t know how long I can keep defending him. Sometimes it’s as if he doesn’t even seem to be trying to avoid the attacks, knowing I’ll be there to protect him no matter the cost.
The King attempts to strike from above. Weapon in hand once again, I raise it and prevent the attack. But his ally rushes in, swinging. All I have to defend myself is an arm. I’m sure I can feel the bone splintering as it takes the blow from the metal blade and I fly backwards. However, this is the first time I can’t immediately get back to my feet.
“Get up.” Raising my head, I see the brawling has paused, all eyes on me, his golden gaze still as cold as ever.
My muscles scream in retaliation and my arm refuses to cooperate at all. It’s sheer agony, but I must stand. Yet I cannot.
“Now now. You are still young and you have much to learn about how to treat those who admire you,” the gravelly voice speaks. A hand grips my upper arm and hoists me off the ground. His future-most self offers me an empty smile. “For this is your most reliable and powerful ally. This is the person who will defend you when no others will, who will perform your every command without question, who will give their very life to protect you.” Gritting my teeth against the pain, I raise my weapon, prepared to fight again. However, my knee jolts and I hit the ground again. “Who will serve you well should your plans fail.”
I look to the man behind this madness, tears filling my eyes in frustration. That aggravation fades once I comprehend the blade pointed at my face.
“Unfortunately, my Nobody was unable to take the Princess of Heart and bring her to me, but your heart never belonged to the darkness, did it, my dear,” he says, lowering the weapon to my chest. “You’re only here because of love, that undying, unyielding devotion you just can’t seem to shake, aren’t you.” My answer comes in tears. “You gave me your heart before I even sought them. That is why I was able to bring you here; not as one of my Seekers of Darkness, but as one of the Light. You were the perfect reserve should a single Light fail to show. And for that, I love you.”
“No you don’t.” His eyes widen. “You have never once loved me, neither here nor in the past. You only say so because it’s a sad fate that awaits me once I return to my time.” I look deep into his gaze, seeing the truth, and it’s crushing. “Don’t say words you don’t mean. Do not give me that hope.”
A smile crosses his wiry lips. “You always were exceedingly bright. It’s a shame that you let your desire command you so strongly. I must ask: do you have any regrets at all?”
My gaze drifts to the young man whose expression hasn’t changed and I just can’t stop these tears that betray me. My head tells me I’m a mess and my body is a wreck, but my heart is still screaming adoration.
“No.”
“How sad,” he says without an actual note of sadness. “Goodbye, my scapegoat.”
The pain is brief, but the release cuts it off before I can agonize over it. The darkness swirls around me as I begin to fade away; the last thing I see is the man I love with an expression almost of disdain. And it all fades to black.
~~~~~
An intense feeling of sorrow overwhelms me and my fist clenches at my shuddering heart.
“Hey, are you okay?” I can barely see my friend through my blurry tears. “What happened?! What’s wrong?!”
“I-I don’t know,” I answer, trying frantically to clear my eyes. “I just…It hurts so much.”
“Hurts?! Should I go get the Master?! Don’t put any weight on it!”
“No. It’s not physical pain. God, it feels like my heart’s been stomped on. What the hell’s happening to me?”
He rests a hand on my arm. “Do you still want me to go get the Master?”
“No. I’ll be okay,” I sniffle, dragging an arm across my eyes. “I just need a minute.” He continues to fret over me while I pull myself together.
“There you two are.” My heart clenches but I still look to the owner of the voice. As always, the silver-haired, young man looks bored and a little annoyed. His brows furrow when he sees me. “What’s wrong with you?”
Again, I try to clean my face. “I dunno. It just came out of nowhere.”
He rolls his eyes and pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, dabbing at my face. “Geeze. You’re such a mess. Now stop crying and let’s go. The Master is waiting for us.”
My friend defends me, “Hey, you don’t have to be so rude.”
“Rude? I gave them my handkerchief,” he protests before glancing back at me again. With a huff, he asks, “Are you going to get all over protective during practice again?”
I just give a sheepish grin but the shorter boy tells me, “The Master says you really should stop being so reckless.”
“I know,” I sigh. “I’ll try to stay out of the way.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I know it’s not going to happen. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.
I lag a step behind, letting the two boys walk ahead of me, and I can’t help staring at the back of his head. My heart aches and I know, whatever it is, it’s because of him. Still, I know that I will destroy myself before I turn against him. I’ve fallen so far that I’ll never climb out of this pit.
Even if you don’t return it, I love you, Xehanort.
okay so i've been listening to music all day thinking about ymx x reader and "in my head" by ariana grande is giving tons of angsty feelings "they seem demon, i see angel" & "everything you are made you everything you aren't" and i just needed u to KNOW
Mod Lucky and I were so excited to see that The Young Master ficlet collection sparked inspiration for a playlist, so we went and made a dedicated Spotify for lucky0stars! So far we only have a playlist for YMX, but we’re definitely open to others.
And I should mention, the playlist is collaborative, so you can add songs to it as well! Please use your best discretion when adding songs and try to avoid offensive ones, or ones that don’t fit the theme (of course this is open to interpretation, so Lucky and I will make sure to review additions). The playlist will show who added what and when, so if you’re not comfortable with that, feel free to send in your suggestion via our ask box.
A playlist featuring Neon Trees, Idina Menzel, Panic! At The Disco, and others
So this isn’t an answer to an ask or an update, but as I was driving home from work today, Treacherous by Taylor Swift came on. The song was only thirty seconds in by the time I realized: Holy crap, this is perfect for YMX x Reader. I love me some Taylor Swift, and I love me some forbidden romance, so please take a listen and just imagine the scene~
