Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
Indexed at kh-kinkmeme
and on delicious here
Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
The operation was a success. The young blond, now eighteen in years, has grown much taller, leaner, and stronger. His porcelain face, framed by his yellow wavy hair, had become slender, so very handsome with the childish curves of his cheeks gone, and he maintains an aura of confidence with his bright blue eyes. He’s graduated from third class missionary and is now studying to reach first class soldier in the academy.
Roxas trudges along the dark city outside the Organization. Students around him are laughing, partying, running around freely with the last of exams and nearing of summer vacation, while Roxas remains a blank slate, drawing distant from the friends he used to have. The crystal soul buried in his heart was removed and given to his lover. He wants to be happy, he wants to rejoice knowing Axel is still alive somewhere, but he isn’t. He can’t be.
His hand presses against his chest. The muscle there ceases to beat, laugh, and cry, but serves its purpose to maintain the survival of his flesh.
He wants to weep. It’s been so long since he shed a tear out of sorrow. When he woke up in the operation room of the academy and realized Axel was gone, taken from this world, taken from him, his heart didn’t allow him to manifest the torture of loss.
The inability to feel was far more painful than Roxas had imagined.
Axel is still sound asleep when Roxas removes himself from the mattress. He dresses himself quietly, blending into the darkness of the early morning as he conceals the light of his hair and eyes behind a hood. He walks back out into the living room that’s been tattered and gashed by their fight and gathers up his weapons. The abandoned chakrams lay cold and still on the floor. Roxas can’t remember how many times those weapons had saved his life, allowing him to evade death just when he thought it was all over for him.
On the wall, above the deep rips, were photographs of Axel. Roxas walks closer, eyes shining in curiosity. The boy had many friends who were all smiling, looking as happy as Roxas was whenever he was with his partner. Roxas dips his hand into the pocket of his coat, and withdraws a crumpled and worn out paper. He unfolds the package, and brings the parcel up to a photo of Axel with his arm slung around the shoulders of a boy with dirty blond hair on the beach. Roxas is much younger in the photograph, back during his first year at the Organization. In both images, Axel looks radiant, his smile almost as bright as those green eyes. Roxas can’t help but crack a smile at the appearance of tattoos on the two identical faces.
Old habits do die hard.
He plays on the possibility of leaving the photograph here, forging a piece of the past alongside the life that he wasn’t part of.
But he doesn’t. He places the memory back into his pocket, and returns to the bedroom. The blond man leans down, stroking the stray strands of red hair from the boy’s countenance before leaning in for a soft kiss.
Axel doesn’t belong with him anymore. Roxas was a creature of the past, a winter dream soon to disappear, and Axel was the future.
Roxas leaves the quiet apartment before dawn, black boots biting into the slush that had accumulated. His swords are snuggly placed in sheaths that are slung on his back. He reaches the beach on the edge of the tiny town, white and pristine with untouched snow. The boy holds up a hand and the air before him skews black and purple, opening up a portal leading back to the academy. He silently wishes Axel farewell and leaves alone.
In the distance, the first ray of gold breaks through the dead shades of grey and blue.
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Nijuuni!
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don't care to really post this anon, this was amazing and heart-breaking and hot. sdasdfsdsdf, thank you for writing this D':
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