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Zelda's Portrait
~3075 words. Zelink. Pre-BotW. Link and Zelda POV. Angst, Pining, Romance, Love At First Sight: Reincarnation Edition. Loosely inspired by the 1980 movie Somewhere in Time. For @scoobysnack1107 ❤️
Summary: As Link passes by Princess Zelda's portrait, he can't help but think he and the princess have met before.
Princess Zelda’s larger-than-life portrait haunted Link every time he set foot inside the castle.
The first time he’d seen the painting, he’d stopped and stared. The princess was beautiful. Elegant. Regal. Clad in royal blue against a crimson backdrop, she was about his age and had golden hair and piercing green eyes. She sat up straight, stiff as a board, with a wistful expression on her otherwise perfect mask of a face.
She was alone.
That note of sadness mixed with longing sparked some faint hint of recognition deep inside his heart. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew the princess. It wasn’t rational. It wasn’t logical or reasonable. But his strange hunch was there all the same.
Link wanted to meet her. More than anything, he couldn’t get over the deep melancholy in her eyes. How aloof and lonely and so very burdened she seemed. He wanted to tell her that the burden was not hers to bear alone. The mythical sword strapped to his back said as much. He was the hero fated to guard and protect her, or so all the storybooks and castle town gossips said.
Link wasn’t sure he believed them. Was he really up to the task? He and the princess hadn’t even been introduced yet. Murmurs and whispers that the princess was unwilling to see him spread throughout the kingdom as quickly as fire through the chaff of Tabantha wheat. True or not, Link had to content himself with pining from afar until fate provided their first meeting.
“C’mon, Link!” his friend Pipit said, tugging on his arm and snapping him out of his reverie. “We gotta get to the dining hall before the food runs out.”
Ah yes, food. The King of Hyrule made sure his knights were well-fed. Link tore his eyes away from the portrait of Princess Zelda but cast longing looks towards it every now and then as Pipit cheerfully herded him to the dining hall and towards one of the long tables.
The food was delicious, piping hot bread with melted butter to dip in hearty stew. The harvests and hunts had been good this year, so everyone was enjoying the luxury that was meat. Of course, not even delicious food could stop wagging tongues for long, and the knight’s academy had some of the biggest gossips in all of castle town.
Druck, a boorish type with curly auburn hair and blindingly white teeth who chewed with his mouth open, loudly announced, “I’m gonna meet the princess and make her fall in love with me.”
Chuckles of amusement sounded from the other knights seated nearby. While in times past the princesses of Hyrule had married brave knights, the strict social strata of today’s Hyrule made that a little more difficult.
“Oh?” Pipit asked, shooting a wry look at Link as he decided to play along, his freckles practically dancing across his face. “How do you propose you do that?”
Druck smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “She’ll want to marry me when she meets me.”
Stifled snickers sounded out from nearby, but Link wasn’t amused. Something about the way Druck saw the princess as a prize to be won instead of a person…it wasn’t the first time he’d heard his classmates speak of her this way, and something about it always rankled him.
“Oh really?” Rorn asked, arching a dark eyebrow. He was sly and cunning, the son of a noble, and Link knew he had his sights on the princess too. “The richest, most famous, and most beautiful woman in all of Hyrule with the blood of the goddess running through her veins, will want to marry you, a blacksmith’s son?”
“Sure, why not?” Druck said, shrugging. “Might as well be me. You miss all the arrows you don’t shoot.”
“You can’t shoot any arrows, Druck,” Rorn pointed out, leading to more snickers and a good-hearted nudge from Druck. The two of them trashed-talked each other frequently, but it was (mostly) all in good fun.
“Can too!” Druck cried, defending his honor. He turned to Link. “Link will back me up on this, won’t you, Link?”
Link was silent. All he could think about was how the princess’s life must be terribly lonely. How could she trust anyone when even her own knights were arguing over who should get to win her hand as if she were some trophy to be set on a shelf? Carefully maintained like a prized bird in a cage, never allowed to fly free.
Maybe she didn’t want to get married. Maybe she didn’t want to be descended from the goddess. Maybe she wanted to be perfectly ordinary and bury herself in her studies and leave her subjects and duties far, far behind—
No, Link was just projecting again. The princess might not have awakened her sacred power yet, but it was Link who had uncertainties and fears and doubts about being the Master Sword’s chosen one. What if he couldn’t measure up?
It was a thought that haunted him and drove him to be the very best at everything he did. At first his classmates had begrudged him, had envied him and hated him. But gradually, little by little, day by day, he’d won their hard-earned admiration and even their respect.
“Link isn’t gonna lie to make you feel better,” Pipit said, waving his spoon at Druck. “He’s honest to a fault.”
Link’s honesty had gotten him into trouble more than once, but there was no point in lying. Lying just got him into even worse trouble.
“More like silent to a fault,” Druck muttered. “You’ve been too quiet lately. It’s weird, man.”
How could Link put it into words? The soul-crushing pressure he felt every waking moment and even in his dreams. With each passing day, it pressed harder and more insistently on his very being with each new prophecy and whisper and rumor.
He suspected the princess understood how that felt.
“The Master Sword is a heavy burden,” Rorn sagely said as he tore off a chunk of bread to dip into his stew. “Link has way more eyes on him than any of us ever will. And that pressure has only increased lately. Of course he’s watching what he says.”
There were murmurs of agreement, and Link would’ve joined in if he weren’t trying so hard to fill the role of perfect, stoic knight. So he contented himself with a simple nod and hoped it would be enough.
“If the princess marries anyone, it’ll be Link,” Pipit confidently said, grasping his friend’s shoulder. All eyes were on Link now thanks to Pipit’s declaration, and he felt his stomach twisting itself into knots. If only he’d hadn’t had that second helping of stew. If only Pipit believed in him a little less.
If only everyone believed in him a little less.
Still, he knew he wouldn’t be left alone till he gave some sort of answer. He took a deep breath and swallowed. “The princess should marry for love,” he said at last, his voice low, hoping it was the right thing to say, knowing it would be repeated over and over again, far beyond his reach or control.
What he left unsaid was that a small part of him deep down hoped it would be him.
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Zelda felt as if she was in a cage with walls that were squeezing ever tighter. Her father’s brooding glares, the whispers of her subjects, the pitying glances from the servants. All of it closed in on her and stifled her and made it impossible to breathe.
With each passing day that came and went with her powers still unawakened, the trapped feeling got worse and worse. But nothing she did was working. Not even standing in one of the goddess springs till she passed out from cold and exhaustion was enough.
“You will meet your knight today,” her father practically growled at her over breakfast one morning. The hot porridge would soon grow cold if she didn’t touch it, but her appetite had fled her once he got into one of his moods, just like her powers kept eluding her.
“I will not,” she said, her voice trembling but defiant as she stared him down across the table. “I don’t need him.”
“Sir Link has the Master Sword,” her father ground out, glaring fiercely at her. “Is that not adequate proof that he is fit to be your knight?”
“I don’t want a knight, Father! I don’t want anyone at all!” That wasn’t entirely true. She wanted her mother back, more than anything. Her mother could help her and comfort her. Could be her ally and confidante and mediator. Could explain how to awaken her sacred power. Without her, Zelda felt lost. It didn’t matter that her mother had died years ago. Her absence was felt more acutely now than ever.
“It doesn’t matter what you want!” her father shouted. “You have a job to do, and you need protection to do it! You have a duty to our country, our people, and you’ve put Link off for long enough!”
“Oh fine,” Zelda hissed, her hackles rising like some wild animal at the reminder she still hadn’t fulfilled her sacred duties. “I’ll meet him, but that doesn’t mean I have to like him.”
“I didn’t ask you to like him,” her father replied, mollified for now. “Just get along with him well enough so he can do his job…and you yours.”
Get along with him. That was easier said than done. What if he was annoying and obnoxious? What if he was arrogant and rude? What if he was bloodthirsty and cruel? What if he looked down on her for not awakening her powers yet like everyone else did?
Well, there was only one way to find out. She grudgingly followed her father to the Sanctum, ever aware of the guards flanking them like bars of a cage. The remaining family members of the royal family were far too valuable to be allowed to walk free. Some thief or bandit or assassin might get too close and attack was the ostensible reason, but it never seemed to occur to the guards that there were other ways the royals might die.
No amount of guards could’ve saved her mother’s life. Master Sword or not, this knight wouldn’t be any different. Any more capable of protecting her from certain kinds of harm.
They entered the Sanctum with its plush red carpets lining the stone floors and the banners with her family’s crest hanging from the walls. As she descended the stairs, calm and cool and collected because at least she’d succeeded in mastering that aspect of her queenly training, she spotted her future knight, already waiting for her on the great triangular seal below.
He was younger than she expected, probably around her age. He wasn’t very tall, but even in his blue tunic, tan trousers, and leather boots, she could tell he was strong and toned. He had the same pointy ears all Hylians did, purportedly to better hear the gods, and he wore a pair of shiny blue earrings. His hair was the color of Tabantha wheat, and he wore it swept into a half ponytail, his sideburns framing either side of his face.
Zelda supposed he was rather handsome. Their eyes met, and his were an electric blue that reminded her of the sky at midday.
I know him. The thought came unbidden to her mind, and yet she couldn’t shake it. Where had she seen this man before?
He seemed to know her too. The way he was looking at her unsettled her, like he was peeling off all her royal masks to see the lonely little girl who missed her mother, who loathed and loved her father, who was terrified she wouldn’t be able to awaken her sacred power in time. It was like he sensed her fears and inadequacies and insecurities, felt the weight of a thousand lifetimes and a million expectations pressing in on her, saw her and understood her and knew her.
No one had ever looked at her like this before, with such understanding and compassion. She felt uneasy, she felt raw and naked and exposed. No one could possibly understand what it was like to be in her gilded cage, let alone volunteer to join her in it. And yet she sensed this man stepping into it with her as he stepped forward to take her outstretched hand and then knelt at her feet.
“Your Highness,” he said, his voice soft as he bent over her hand and kissed it. The kiss was gentler and sweeter than she expected, and his voice was oddly reverent.
When he glanced up at her again, she didn’t like the feeling his look gave her. She didn’t like it at all.
She couldn’t let him get close. She wouldn’t let him in. That would be a mistake. The closer he got, the more he would see of her true self and despise her for it. Besides, why did she need some knight who would just get in the way of her research? He was merely a bother to be tolerated to keep her father off her back and nothing more.
“Sir Link,” she said, coldly and stiffly, the loathing creeping into her voice like a Fireproof Lizard crawling along the volcanic rocks of Goron City. “You may rise.”
If he sensed the change in her demeanor as he stood, he didn’t let on. If anything, he seemed calmer and steadier and more confident than before. Like he recognized the challenge before him and was determined to overcome it.
Goddess curse him, where did he get that confidence from? She wanted to…she wanted to…to…knock it out of him somehow. Yes, that was it. How dare he be so confident and determined. It was going to drive her insane.
“You don’t have to look so pleased,” she told Link, earning a warning glare from her father.
“I have long awaited our meeting,” Link said, his voice polite but tinted with longing. That single note of emotion was like a drop of colorful dye, powerful enough to make an entire pitcher of water change color and send its ripples flowing through her. “Forgive me if I have offended you.”
Something about his apology irritated her even further. Maybe because he was drawing attention to the fact nothing he’d said was truly cause for offense.
It doesn’t matter. His very presence offends me because…because…
Oh, but it was far easier to flee the truth, like a deer flees a hunter, than to face it head on.
“I am grateful for your willingness to protect my daughter,” her father said, stepping in to be polite because she was not being sufficiently courteous. The accompanying warning look made that abundantly clear.
“I will guard her with my life,” Link said, but he wasn’t looking at her father. He was looking right at her, his voice calm and unwavering, his blue eyes alight like the hottest part of a flame, blue like the beautiful Sheikah relics from times past.
And something about his look, his public declaration and quiet determination, made her waver, made her trust and hope and yearn and believe him in spite of herself. She felt safe with him. He was familiar somehow. Perhaps he could be a shelter, a refuge in the daily storm that was her life.
No, she hated him already, hated him for existing, hated him for what he represented. That was what was true, and she clung to it.
The tension threatened to break her apart.
Link continued to regard her with the same steady, even look. Oh Goddess, it had only been a few minutes since they’d met, but he really was going to be the undoing of her, wasn’t he? She had a good sense for people, inherited from her mother and enhanced by her father’s shrewdness, and Link being compassionate and brave and good was somehow so much worse than him being cold and cowardly and evil. Perhaps because his very existence might shine a bright, glaring light on her numerous flaws and shortcomings. He would unmask and unveil her deepest self that no image or portrait could possibly hope to hide, and it was only a matter of time before he got all of Hyrule to see what he saw.
Zelda could only hope they wouldn’t all despise her for it.
A still, small voice deep down whispered that they might love her for it instead, but that would mean that Link might—
She slipped the princess mask back on. She had a role to play, much like the knight had his.
“Well, if you’re so eager to swear your loyalty to me, then perhaps we should get it over with,” was her cool, aloof response to him baring his heart and soul to her with his vow and with his eyes. Keeping him at arm’s length kept her safe. The bars of her cage were familiar and secure. Besides, the sooner they got the ceremony over with, the sooner she’d get to return to her studies.
“The Champions will have to be called,” her father said.
“Very well, Father.”
Link was silent, but she felt his eyes on her. His piercing gaze hadn’t let up this entire time.
“Well, Link?” she asked, her voice icy, her irritation slipping through.
“Yes, Princess Zelda,” and somehow his simple response sent shivers of longing running up and down her spine. It was the way he’d said her name, perhaps, unfailingly polite and yet shockingly intimate at the same time. Like he really did know her.
Well, if he insisted on staying in her cage with her, that was his choice. He would only have himself and the gods to blame for sealing his fate. She would have no part in dooming him. The prospect made her heart lurch and her stomach drop, though she couldn’t fully understand why.
A wistful part of her wondered if someday, they might ever be free.
She hoped and wished and prayed with all her heart they would be. But why "they" and not just "her?" Why care about this man at all?
Once more the nagging feeling she knew him returned. She could only trust this mystery would be revealed to her in time.
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A/N: This story is inspired by this art by jju_kkumiiii, the 1980 movie Somewhere in Time with Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour, my friend advocaat's Zelink story The Conviction to Save, and a brainstorming session with my friend Liv about this story concept.
Speaking of which, happy birthday to Liv! I'm so glad we met and I'm grateful to be your friend. Thank you for everything, and I hope you have a wonderful day and a lovely year!
In the grand tradition of Groose, I took a bird's name and stuck an "r" in it to get the name "Druck" lol.
Hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading!
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❤️ An Odyssey of Two Brothers 💙
Summary: Separated by mysterious circumstances, twin brothers Sora and Roxas embark on parallel odysseys to defeat the four Elemental Titans unleashed by the sinister god of death and save the goddesses whose last hopes reside with them.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47120623/chapters/118718188
I originally conceptualized this AU back in 2020 when I commissioned the amazing @rainbow-taishi for this artwork, but I never knew quite where I wanted to start until my friend, Phoenix, suggested I just start where the action began, which is how this story finally came to be ❤️
Thank you again to Jin for bringing this AU to life and doing such a beautiful job on everything from the costuming and backgrounds to the character expressions and parallel posing ❤️💙
And of course, thank you to my friends, Phoenix and Alja, for all their support 🥺❤️
#sokai#rokunami#sora#kairi#namine#roxas#duality#namixas#kaiora#homers odyssey was one of my main inspirations for the story and overall concept
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A Splash of Color
(art by @amyhayanora)
Summary:
After having been restored to her own body, it was time for Naminé to find a permanent home.
Somewhere she belonged. Somewhere she felt safe and wanted.
There was a place like this and a person very eager to see her again.
Rating: General
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Disney/Square Enix.
This story has been written as part of the Rokunami zine in 2022 ❤
Thank you so much to the zine mods, the project was a pleasure to take part in and it was absolutely worth it! ❤ 10/10 would do it again
Another big thank you goes to @amyhayanora who I was lucky to collaborate with and who ended up drawing the beautiful banner to this story ❤
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Please enjoy!
To say that Naminé was nervous was an understatement. Her heart pounded, her lip trembled and her stomach fluttered when she finally came to a stop in front of the Old Mansion. The place she might be calling home from now on.
"What are you afraid of?"
Ansem the Wise, who was accompanying her on her way, looked at her inquiringly, but Naminé just shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know," she murmured, but she knew very well. Rejection . What if they had changed their minds about letting her live with them?
“They are very happy to welcome you to their home,” Ansem the Wise tried reassuring her, and despite her mostly negative experience with the man, she felt touched by the recent kindness he’d shown her. "Any friend of Sora's can't help but be open to other hearts. And I know Roxas especially is very eager to see you again."
Color rose into Naminé's cheeks, and she tried to hide it behind her braid that rested over her right shoulder, very well aware of the amused smile that had appeared on Ansem the Wise’s face.
"I hope so."
"Well then, are you ready?"
No . "Yes," she said anyway, and Ansem the Wise stepped forward to ring the doorbell.
Even though it took merely a minute or two for the doors to open, to Naminé, it felt like hours. She clutched the small potted plant in her arms harder against her chest as she dug her white sneakers into the dirt path.
Maybe nobody was home? Maybe they decided they didn't want her to live with them after all? Maybe—?
And then, finally , the double doors opened and revealed the blond-haired boy Naminé had been longing to meet again the most.
"Axel, if you forgot your keys again , I swear I'll—" he started grumbling, but as his gaze wandered from her light denim overall skirt and white shirt up to her face, recognition kicked in, and his expression turned from surprised to flustered.
“Naminé?”
“Hello, Roxas,” Naminé replied and allowed herself a small, relieved smile. Time seemed to stand still as the two of them gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Hello, Roxas,” Ansem the Wise greeted Roxas as well, who Roxas acknowledged with a nod before turning back to Naminé.
“I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow.”
“Is it a bad time?”
“No no no, not at all!" Roxas frantically waved his arms around. "It’s just that I would’ve come to the train station to meet you.” He took a step back and looked up at Ansem the Wise. “Please, come in.”
Ansem the Wise shook his head and waved Roxas off. “I simply came to see Naminé off. I hope you’ll all get along well together. Good luck.” He turned to leave, but Naminé stopped him.
“Lord Ansem? Thank you. For everything.”
"You're very welcome, my dear. Take care. You’re always welcome to visit Radiant Garden. All of you are."
He walked off in the direction of the woods, arms behind his back, and Naminé followed Roxas inside, past the heavy doors into the big foyer. There, Roxas seemed a little lost for a second, and Naminé took the opportunity to examine him more closely. Even though Roxas ran a hand through his hair and smoothed down a couple of strands, they sprang back up into their signature windswept look immediately. He looked healthy, too—the dark bags underneath his eyes that Naminé saw in his memories before were completely gone, and it seemed like he’d grown a few inches since the last time she’d seen him.
All in all, he looked happy with that slight grin on his lips as his ocean blue eyes met hers.
Naminé's cheeks grew warm.
"Sorry about that!" he told her sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. "I was a little taken off guard for a second there. Can I take your backpack?"
"It's okay, it's not heavy at all. But you can take this." Naminé handed him the plant and added, "This is a gift, for all of you, for letting me move in. It’s a Calathea, and it symbolizes a new beginning.”
"That's perfect for us,” Roxas replied with a smile. “Isa and Axel aren't really into that stuff, but Xion will love it. Thank you."
“Speaking of which, are they home?”
"Isa and Axel are at work. I know, I know! Who would’ve thought Axel had it in him, right? And Olette invited Xion over so she can share some of her old clothes with her for the time being.” Naminé saw him bite his lip. “How’s your situation?”
“I’m good. I’m smaller than Kairi, so she offered me a ton of clothes she can’t fit into anymore.”
“Is she okay?”
“She tries to be.”
Roxas nodded, and Naminé was very glad that he didn’t push the topic further.
"Let me give you a little tour of the house,” he said. “As you can see, we turned the foyer into our living room. The couches are secondhand, but we cleaned them all up and they're really comfortable." He wriggled his way through the couches and coffee table to a small, inconspicuous side table near the garden doors.
"And look, we just found the perfect spot for our little Calendula!"
"Calathea!" With her hand covering her lower face, Naminé started to giggle at Roxas’s disarming grin as he just shrugged at her correction before leading her through the rest of the house. At the end, there were only two rooms left for Naminé to see.
"And this is my room." He reached past her to turn the doorknob and push the door open. “Sorry, it’s still a little messy, I just finished painting the walls.”
Curious, Naminé stepped closer to the door and looked inside. Indeed, a few buckets and cans of paint were still standing next to one of the surprisingly dark blue walls, but the color worked well with the black furniture and light sheets and curtains.
“It’s cozy,” she reassured him when her eyes caught an empty stand next to a beanbag in the corner of the room. “You have a guitar?”
“Not yet,” Roxas explained as he rubbed his neck. “I found this stand in the library, I assume it was a violin stand beforehand. Either way, I want to buy one, one day. I hate admitting it, but I was always kind of jealous of Demyx's sitar.”
“That sounds nice. Having a dream to look forward to.”
Naminé smiled sadly. She didn’t know what she wanted to do, what she looked forward to. As of now, she seemed to live aimlessly, just watching the days go by.
"You can find one, too. You just need some time and a place to think about it. Which reminds me—" he pulled his door closed and turned around, to the door opposite his.
"This is your room."
"It’s the White Room."
Not waiting for a reply, Naminé walked past him and opened the door herself. As always, the evening sun's rays filtered in through the delicate white curtain as it danced in the wind.
“Is this okay?” Roxas asked. “I know you might not have the best memories of this room.”
“This room wasn't so bad, you know?” Naminé replied, and after dropping off her backpack next to the bed, she walked across the room to the wide windows to peer through the curtains. “I’ve always liked the view from here. I loved drawing the animals in the woods in my free time.”
She turned back to Roxas. “And it was in this room that we finally got to talk for a few minutes. Even if it was mostly through a hologram of me.”
“This is where you told me the truth,” Roxas remembered now and Naminé nodded. “You promised we would meet again.”
“And we did.”
Naminé smiled and looked around the room before sighing.
“What’s the matter?”
“The room wasn’t so bad, but it always felt cold with its white walls and white furniture. With my pale skin, blond hair and white skirt, I blended right in. Like I didn’t exist. And I didn’t.”
“But now you do,” Roxas emphasized, “and with a little bit of color, the room will soon feel much more inviting. Gimme a sec!”
Naminé cocked her head, but before she could ask Roxas what he meant, he had sprinted out of the room and returned just as quickly, this time with some paint, a paint roller and paintbrush in hand.
“How about a splash of color on your walls?” he asked her as he opened the bucket of white paint, then a can of dark blue paint. “We could paint one or two of your walls in any shade of blue you want. We don’t have any other colors at home currently—”
“Blue is fine! I really like pastel blue.”
Roxas grinned and handed Naminé the can. Together, they mixed the right shade and after taping off the floor and side walls, they started to paint. It didn’t take long for Naminé to hum happily as she was painting and soon, Roxas joined in. They grinned and smiled at each other as they attacked the white of the wall.
“Oh no,” Naminé murmured as she looked down at a small dresser closest to the wall they were painting. She tried to remove the paint with her finger, but it only spread over the white surface.
“What’s wrong?”
“The paint splashed on the dresser.”
Roxas climbed down the ladder he had propped up against the wall and looked at the dresser, then at Naminé, then back at the dresser before taking his wet paint roll and rolling it over the top of the dresser.
“Roxas!”
“You wanted more color in your life, so why don't we paint more than just your wall?”
"But—"
Before Naminé was able to react, Roxas scooped up some paint from the paint roller and bopped her nose. She stared at him speechless, trying to process what had just happened, and it seemed like Roxas had also just now realized what he’d done.
"Naminé? I—I'm sorry, I didn't think—"
Neither did Naminé, apparently, because this time, she was the one who dipped her finger into the paint bucket and quickly drew a line across Roxas's cheek, leaving him dumbfounded and her giggling.
"Oh, it is on ," he teased and chased her around as she tried to escape his wet paintbrush with a squeak.
At the end of the day, Naminé and Roxas flopped down on her bed, covered in splashes of blue, muscles sore from laughing and giggling, but proud of having finished painting the wall, her dresser and a few side stools for plants.
“I’ll be right back,” Roxas promised after a few minutes and dashed outside while Naminé sat up and looked over her room. She couldn’t help but smile—it really felt a lot more homey with this little change, and she got to make a new memory with Roxas while doing this.
Naminé pressed her hands against her warm cheeks when Roxas returned.
"I lied when I said we've been living off of pizza. We've also been living off of these ."
“Sea-salt ice cream?” Naminé asked him with a grin as she took the bar he offered her and inspected it closely.
“Yep! Our fridge is filled to the brim with these. House rule.”
Naminé giggled and under the watchful eyes of Roxas, she took her first bite of the ice cream bar.
“So?” He bounced up and down on the bed like an excited puppy, and it was at that moment that Naminé decided to play a little prank on him. “What do you think?”
“It’s salty. And sweet.”
“Yes!”
“It’s disgusting.”
Color drained from Roxas’s face and he gasped, completely in shock. “What?”
“I’m just kidding! It’s delicious, thank you.”
Roxas puffed his cheeks out and nudged her playfully. “You gave me a heart attack!”
“Sorry!” Naminé giggled and soon, Roxas chimed in until enough of his ice cream bar melted that it dripped on his pants, which only resulted in the both of them giggling harder.
In the end, they calmed down, and with her heart pounding out of her chest, Naminé leaned her head against Roxas’s shoulder. He stiffened under her touch and she considered sitting up straight again, but then she felt him rest his head on her own and she suddenly felt warm all over.
“Roxas? Thank you for making me feel at home.”
“You’re more than welcome.”
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Thank again so much for working with me, Amy 🥺❤️🙏
It happens that apparently today is also Rokunami Day and I didn’t know. I don’t had enough time to do something new, so I’m taking the chance to post some commissions I did recently for @scoobysnack1107
I think at this point is it’s well known that I’m an Alice’s lover, I had so much pleasure drawing the mad tea party themed one. the most intriguing part of this piece is that I wanted to dress Mami as Alice, being roxas the mad hatter. But being Alice herself present I decided to create for her a pretty reinterpretation of the White Queen’s dress from Burton’s movie. I’m so happy with the result.
About the chibis and the stained Glass piece, they are based on her fanfiction One Sky, One Destiny, and if you are intrigued enough, here’s the LINK TO THE FIRST CHAPTER!
#rokunami day#rokunami#roxax#naminè#rokunami day 2022#alice in wonderland#alice pleasance liddle#white rabbit#mad tea party#wonderland#amyhayanora commissions#fanfictions#stained glass#chibi
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🌹 Merch Spotlight #9: Acrylic Charm 🌹
Designed by ankrnbs, this idyllic acrylic charm has a rose-gold sakura clasp and features Roxas and Naminé relaxing together in Twilight Town.
Get yours today!
BigCartel: https://rokunamizine.bigcartel.com/
UK Buyers: https://www.etsy.com/shop/rokunamizine/
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🌹 Merch Spotlight #10: Rubber Coaster 🌹
Designed by enmoire, this darling rubber coaster with a heart-shaped design is ideal for keeping your tables and other surfaces safe.
Get yours today!
BigCartel: https://rokunamizine.bigcartel.com/
UK Buyers: https://www.etsy.com/shop/rokunamizine/
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🌹 Merch Spotlight #11: Candy Charm 🌹
Designed by Forze.del.Male, this double-sided lollipop-shaped acrylic charm looks good enough to eat.
Get yours today!
BigCartel: https://rokunamizine.bigcartel.com/
UK Buyers: https://www.etsy.com/shop/rokunamizine/
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My contribution preview for the @rokunamizine
The zine and merchs are so beautiful, guys! You can Pre-order until March 5th!
Pre-order here https://rokunamizine.bigcartel.com/
Post-production proceeds will go to RedRover, a nonprofit organization that aims to help animals and their owners in emergency situations through temporary emergency housing, financial assistance, and emotional support.
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Here is a sneek peak for my piece for the @rokunamizine For all you RokuNami fans you can pre order it until March 5th! 🐚⭐️💕
BigCartel: https://rokunamizine.bigcartel.com
UK Buyers: https://etsy.com/shop/rokunamizine/
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🌹 Merch Spotlight #12: Pencil Pouch 🌹
Designed by @wondyringaround, this sweets-themed pencil pouch is perfect for holding all your best stationary.
Get yours today!
BigCartel: https://rokunamizine.bigcartel.com/
UK Buyers: https://www.etsy.com/shop/rokunamizine/
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Do you want to know where my story, illustrated by the incredibly talented @amyhayanora , leads Roxas and Naminé?
Follow the red string of fate and pre-order The Way You Remember Me: A RokuNami Fanzine
International Buyers: https://rokunamizine.bigcartel.com/
UK: https://www.etsy.com/shop/rokunamizine/
All profits will go to the charity RedRover 🐱🐶
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Stretch Goal Unlocked!
We have unlocked our next stretch goal, a print of @/bomunari’s beautiful cover art! It will be included in all physical bundles 🌹
Here’s a hint for our next stretch goal: 🐶🐱
Come check out our store!
BigCartel: https://rokunamizine.bigcartel.com/
UK Buyers: https://www.etsy.com/shop/rokunamizine/
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An Oath to Return
605 words. Sora/Kairi. Angst, Romance, Fluff, Longing, Pining. Set post-KH3, ReMind, and Melody of Memory.
Summary: Sora changes his necklace to reflect his determination to return to Kairi.
Sora was comfortable with offering his heart as a shelter. Used to having the fates of other people resting in his hands. Knew what kind of trust and vulnerability that took. He’d cried Roxas’s tears, fought Ven’s rage and determination and fears, felt Xion’s sadness and pain. But being inside Kairi’s heart, guiding her body, fighting in her stead—
That took so much trust that it stole his breath from his lungs and threatened to make his heart burst out of warmth and tenderness. Being with Kairi, sharing the paopu fruit with her, flying together, fighting so in sync they were moving as one—the urge to cherish her got stronger and more powerful than ever. All he could think about was keeping her safe and protecting her from harm. That was what drove him to defeat Xehanort again.
He took a few moments to savor his victory, no, their victory, but he knew his time with her wouldn’t last. As the connection with her faded, the separation was painful. Jarring. Like chords snapped apart when he and Kairi were always meant to be together. The severed connection throbbed and bled from the most sensitive parts of his heart, and he clutched his chest and doubled over.
He was back in the mysterious city he kept finding himself in. A far cry from Destiny Island’s balmy beaches, this place was cold and dark and aloof. A forest of skyscrapers and concrete instead of palm trees and ocean waves. Another world, no, another reality. His breath came out in ragged gasps as he tried to process what had just happened. All he knew was that Kairi’d been in trouble and he’d sworn on his life that he would never fail her again.
Keep reading
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Reminiscence;
[ silver lines in twilight ]
A story of realizing—or perhaps just beginning to understand—that love and life are unknowable, open to chance. Just like the taste of sea-salt ice cream.
Hi everyone! So between all the irl things that’s been happening in the past few years (finishing university, grad school, beginning my career as a high school teacher, COVID, etc.), you can probably already tell that my tumblr and other social media have taken a backseat. I’m still alive, but am really conserving my energy to focus on a few things at a time until I’m more settled, and I can return back to some of my nerd passions/interests online. XD
One of the things I do still try to make time for every year though is writing. This year, I’ve had the pleasure of contributing—alongside many other beautiful writers and artists—in the RokuNami Crimson Strings of Fate fanzine: The Way You Remember Me. Preorders are open now!
https://rokunamizine.tumblr.com/post/674102754774532096/preorders-open
My preview is a snippet from “Reminiscence;” — a fic I wrote just for this fanzine. The background image you see is a collab work by the lovely Wondy! Thank you so much, Wondy~
I’d be happy if all the love poured into Roxas & Naminé in this zine reaches everyone, and we can then share in that love together. :’D
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Preorders Open!
🧶 Preorders for The Way You Remember Me: A RokuNami Fanzine are now open!
Our zine features art, merch, and stories from over 40 artists and writers celebrating Roxas and Naminé!
All profits will go to the charity RedRover 🧶
rokunamizine.bigcartel.com
🌹 Bundles 🌹
🌹 Digital Twilight Town ($15) is our digital-only bundle and includes a digital version of the zine in PDF format, Chia’s beautiful floral-themed cover art as a desktop wallpaper, an original phone wallpaper by Sami featuring iconic RokuNami moments in Naminé’s signature crayon style, a black-and-white coloring page ready to print at home by Holley, two matching icons by Mel featuring Roxas and Naminé joined together by the red string of fate, two matching icons by Has of Roxas and Naminé playing a humorous game of telephone, and ten fun and expressive emotes of Roxas and Naminé reacting to each other by AmyHayanora, perfect for Discord. This bundle can be added to physical bundles for just $5!
🌹 Crimson Strings of Fate ($25 + shipping) is our zine-only bundle. Featuring over 90 pages of original RokuNami-themed art and writing by 32 artists and 12 writers, the zine is 6 x 9 inches, perfect bound, and in full color. All unlocked stretched goals will also be included!
🌹 The Other Promise ($35 + shipping) is our “paper goods” bundle, ideal for any collector who wants to curl up with a hot cup of tea and read through the zine! It features the physical version of the zine, a fun date-themed glossy purikura bookmark by MageofSpace, a custom-cut matte bookmark by AoKagi capturing all the elegance of a stained glass window, an adorable A5 sticker sheet by Tixca featuring Roxas and Naminé’s adventures, a beautiful print of RokuNami’s most moving moments and memories by SomniumArs, and a romantic print of Roxas and Naminé tenderly embracing amid flower boughs and fluttering fabric by Sakuraloid. All unlocked stretched goals will also be included!
🌹 Destinies Intertwined ($45 + shipping) is our next bundle, perfect for anyone who loves buttons and charms! Speaking of which, this bundle includes the following: a heart-shaped button by APTICHO (so you can hold the power of a RokuNami Station of Awakening in the palm of your hand), a heart-shaped button of RokuNami making a pinkie promise by Letshareapaopu, an idyllic acrylic charm by Anoko with a rose-gold sakura clasp, and a double-sided lollipop charm by Forze.del.male that looks good enough to eat. The physical version of the zine makes up the base of the bundle, and all merch from “The Other Promise” is a part of this bundle as well. All unlocked stretch goals will also be included!
🌹 The Way You Remember Me ($60 + shipping) is our ultimate bundle and well worth the price! It includes the physical version of the zine, the digital version of the zine, and all merch included in the other bundles. In addition, the following items are exclusive to this bundle: an enamel pin full of beautifully-designed RokuNami symbolism by TeganNat, a gold-plated, heart-shaped pin by Nico featuring RokuNami embracing, a darling rubber coaster designed by Enmoire, ideal for keeping your tables and surfaces safe, a sweets-themed pencil pouch by Wondy for all your best stationary, and a 4-inch standee by Sera, perfect for displaying on any shelf. All unlocked stretched goals will also be included!
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