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For Axel Lovers-Halloween VersFor all you Axel lovers like me....
Tonight is a Halloween masked ball and you just can't wait for it to begin. You were sitting on your bed, tying you strappy heels on. Then you stood up, your elegant dress brushing against the floor. You were wearing a gorgeous, poofy white dress with a little pink down the center. A matching white mask decorated with pearls sat over your eyes. You couldn't help but smile, then blush a little as you looked at your reflection in your mirror. You knew that Axel was going to be there, and you hoped you looked fabulous for when he saw you. Grinning (and very satisfied with yourself), you walked out the door, ready for a date with destiny.
You arrived at a miraculous grand ballroom that reminded you of the one at the Beast's castle. Maybe the people that owned this place had the same decorator?
There were a lot of people there, all masked and everything. Some of them you recognized, some you didn't. You saw many of the
AxelxReader: But I remember - Chapter 1Authors Note: This story is somewhat depressing. Reader-tan is a bit suicidal, and there is also abuse in this. Just warning anyone who has gone through these types of things. I hope you enjoy the story. I enjoyed writing it. ^^ Enjoy.
You ran. You ran as fast as you could, to the one place in the world where you could be at peace. The beach.
Life was awful. Meaningless. If you could, you'd die. You couldn't find a reason, or a purpose, or a point in the everyday struggle you went through.
You'd go to school, get bullied relentlessly, and then go home. Then you'd wake up, and repeat the entire process all over again. For five days straight. If you were lucky, you'd have a day off from school due to some sort of holiday, but it didn't happen often.
As you ran and ran your [h/c] locks bounced in the air, and the heavy breeze blew your dark, blue, skirt around. The loose tie fastened around your neck, which was sloppily, and lazily tied to your collar this
For Axel LoversYou walk into the Grey Area, one side of the room has a poker game taking place while on the other side a few members just rest on the couches, minding their own business. No one seemed to be doing work and then you realize no one was there to assign you today's mission.
" Come on over here." the red-head called to you. You walk over and join the small group at the table.
" Why is everyone just hanging around?" you ask.
" Vacation day." Luxord stated, not even lifting his gaze off his cards.
" So that means everyone can do what they want?"
" You catch on quickly!" Axel teased. He let out a grunt as you send a kick in his direction. There were times, or most of the time, when his humor just didn't amuse you.
" Well, then see you all later, I'm going to sleep." Just as you push back your seat, it abruptly stopped. You look down and see Axel's foot placed in front of the legs of the chair.
" Why don't you join our game?"
" I don't gamble, and if I did, I'd beat you." you taunted.
" I'm se
No Cologne for AxelXemnas Report #487
There has been a slight decrease of cologne, mouthwash, toiletries, and groceries lately so I eventually had sent Number III to buy more this morning. However, if Xaldin rid of the blasted cologne bottle he had bought for Number VIII, perhaps the unfortunate events that followed may never had happened...
Earlier that day...
Xaldin just came back from the store and Vexen, the Chilly Academic, was inspecting the items Xaldin laid out on the kitchen table. The last time Xaldin went shopping, he brought the wrong items and he got a dead bunny for Demyx, who threatened to shave his sideburns if he got the chance.
"Let's see," Vexen read from the grocery list as he inspects each item while Xaldin watches nearby. "Toilet paper, mouthwash, lettuce, tomato soup, cornflake cereal, rose-scented deoderant for Marluxia, tampons for Larxene, and... spicy mint cologne for Axel..."
"... Yeah...?" Xaldin questioned when Vexen holds up the latter item close to his fac
Axel X ReaderAxel x Reader
Finally, the first day of back to school. I`m not usually happy for it, but I can`t wait to see my shy, little friend Roxas. He finally got to the point of talking openly to me last year. Sadly, we have no way of talking outside of school.
First thing to do is drop off my stuff to my locker, then it`s off to find my buds spiky hair.
It isn`t hard. I know he loves the roof. I meet him up there during lunch break. Sadly we only have two classes together.
I find him with another boy. A tall kid with outrages spiky red hair. He had on a pair of torn black jeans, a tight white shirt, and a baggy black jacket. He had a pair of sunglasses on, so I think he was asleep. Well, until Roxas kicked his side.
"Hey, ______. Long time no see, huh?" Roxas said, standing to meet me. "This is Axel by the way." He pointed at hi
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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