#akuroku prompt

[f-o-r-g-e-t-m-e-n-0-t]

An old au from the discord

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“Modern au where Roxas and Axel meet at a New Years party, where they both simultaneously get dumped/break up with their partner.

Axel gets dumped by a long term partner. Roxas breaks up with his after catching him making out w/ someone in the bathroom.

They end up watching the fireworks from the curb where Roxas is rubbing Axel’s back while he drunkenly throws up in the bushes.

The next day, Axel’s like “I think I met an angel last night.” And Demyx is all “nah man, that was just Roxas. He held your hair back while you hurled in the neighbor’s tulips. He’s nice tho.”

[bondsofred]

Akuroku (kh2 vibes) + The Crow (1994), omg I wish I could write or knew someone talking prompts cuz that would be awesome...

[snowflake-of-destruction]

WHEEL OF FATE! WHEEL OF FATE!

As long as I'm posting about playing wheel of fate again, might as well promo the choices.

Nothing You Want to Share with the Class (MHA, BKDK as the least subtle fwb, Rated E)

Bakugo Katsuki is as Big a Flirt as He is a Player (Wingmen Please Assemble) (MHA, BKDK, but really just oblivious Bakugo for now)

If You Give It Form (KH alternate canon, Soriku and Sora falling to the darkside)

Without False Hope  (KH and FFX fusion, Akuroku, Axel is a summoner and Roxas is his guardian. The zombie dark horse of the list)

BKDK Year? I saw THIS and I want to contribute even though I am later to the party for the first set of prompts.

Ask Prompts, self explanatory. I still have a decent amount of old asks and they can always be added to.

Bakugo & Mirko fic? Not started yet, not really even planned out yet, but...it's for my Cam.

[voidlessreads]

[AkuRoku] short prompt

“Dying is a lot more painful than I thought it would be.”

Dying is a lot more painful than I thought it would be. One moment I was there, engulfed in nothing but a hot, fiery abyss, and the next I was here. By myself surrounded by nothing but pure white everything. The walls were white, the floor was white, the seemingly never ending corridors were white. Somehow , this was more painful. I don’t remember much about dying, other than it hurt like a bitch. But I remember him. He killed me. He pierced me with those sage coloured eyes. I know he didn’t mean to. It was the only way. I’m sure he’s suffering a pain worse than death right now. He promised we would meet in another life, a do over, another chance.

Time seemed to move differently here. I felt my body move as if it was in slow motion, but in some ways, I was moving faster than I was being let on. Maybe it was the fact that there was no identifying features on any part of anything I was on, so I just kept walking. I could run, but how was that going to get me any closer to nowhere. How was I going to get back to him?

I walked forever, until I saw it, a flicker. A red snippet of something in the distance. My legs began to run before my brain processed, my body began to ache, I felt a panic start to rise, why couldn’t I find what I was looking for?

A door. There was a door. I had almost missed it, the only reason you could see it was a door was because of the dark outline surrounding the rectangular object. I pushed it open and was greeted it him. But it was a montage of him, and me, my life fleeting by in a collage of events, until I saw us, in that moment, when I died.

I sat and watched as the pictures continued to show him, afterwards, his life. What he was doing, who he was doing, and why. His sorrow, his fleeting moments of joy, his pain whenever he thought of me. I was watching his life. Waiting for him to die, waiting for him so I could keep my promise.

He seemed miserable, I watched the regret of what he had done cripple him into the shell of who he once was. He got into fights, went against the organisation, screwed with people just to get out of his head. It made me feel sick. He was aging, it was going so quickly, why was it going so fast? How long had I been here ? Watching the man, waiting.

A fight broke out, he was against a grey haired man. Weapons were drawn, blood was shed and flames burst. It made me feel hot just watching, a screamed attacked ripple through the redhead and then black. I was surrounded by black. I saw him floating asleep and then, we fell.

Shit. I was running late as always. I’m not a morning person. In the 21 year I, Roxas have been alive, am still not used to getting up to go to work. I ran through the streets of an overly crowded city, traffic noises filled the air. I wasn’t really paying attention, until I was on the ground.

“Hey what the fuck!” I yelled, my papers on the floor. I didn’t bother looking up at the dickhead who had just crashed into me.

“You should be looking where you’re going if you’re planning on running through these streets” the man bent down to help me gather my belongings.

I looked up at the person helping me, I was taken aback by shocking red hair and sage green eyes. He was in a buisness suit. How the hell does anyone in a professional position get away with looking like this.

“Yeah well if you hadn’t been in the way, I wouldn’t be in the position” I bit back, what a jerk.

“Touchy aren’t we. Here’s the rest of your stuff. In exchange for being so rudely in your way, let me grab you a coffee”.

“Uh… I’m late”

“And you can be late and have coffee for your and your boss” the redhead extended his hand to me.

“Fine” I rolled my eyes as I accepted the offer of both coffee and his hand.

“By the way, the names Axel. Got it memorised?” He grinned.

[prettydeer-etsy]

KHorror2021 Day 31-- “A Light that Never Goes Out”

((I’m a few days early to post but I didn’t want to wait lol))

Horror Prompt ideas by @sirladysketch

[sirladysketch]

Quick sketch for an Akuroku twitter prompt! "roxas is a form of Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, and axel is hades"

I might try to go back and make this more painterly at some point, but have the sketch for now~

SURPRISE I’m back with some backstory:

Axel is Hades, ruler of the underworld, and he falls in love with a mortal man, Roxas.  They pass happy times together until <redacted> happens and Roxas dies. Normally this would mean that Roxas would descend into Hades and would get to spend the rest of eternity by Axel's side. Unfortunately, in an unexpected turn of events, the thing that killed him either accidentally deified him, or revealed a mixed bloodline, and he becomes the god of memory.

Because of this, Roxas is not permitted to stay in the underworld, so the two of them are fated to be apart forever. Axel pines and pleads for an exception to be made, but the Fates will not allow it. At one point, it gets to be so bad that Axel threatens to stop doing his job, which means no more death on earth.

Rather than allow Axel to suffer the memory of him forevermore (and for Earth to become overwhelmed), Roxas strips him of his memories of their time together. Axel returns more or less to normal/what he was like before he met Roxas, and Roxas hides from both the underworld so that he won't accidentally return the memories. He keeps himself separate from the other gods, resentful that they would not allow them to be together, and tries to keep the memories of happier times alive in his dreams.

This sort of works, but every so often Axel has the vague feeling that something is wrong, feels the ghosts of memories on his skin and the whispers of long-forgotten sweet nothings in his ears. He's not happy, but he's not unhappy, so he tries to make his peace with his lot in life. Then some of the newer shades arrive with no memory of how they died, and no one on earth seems to remember them/mourn their passing. The only clues is that they'd been on a quest to visit a rumored grove in search of immortality. Axel decides to investigate this grove of death and finds it filled with the remains of those adventurers, and at the heart, a sleeping man. Axel doesn't know why, but he's familiar.

True Love's Kiss breaks the sleeping spell Roxas placed on himself and they vow to never part again, no matter what. They figure it out and "live" happily ever after, Axel as king of the dead, and Roxas as the embodiment of the memories of the forgotten dead.

[absinthemadness]

AU Time! Fluff abound! Roxas continually surprising Axel by making the first move.

Childhood friends Roxas and Axel, slowly and separately realizing that they have more than friendly feelings towards each other. Axel plans and plots for nearly a month before finally working up the courage.

He takes Roxas's hand, opens his mouth, only for Roxas to ask him out first.

It sets the tone for the entire relationship.

Their first kiss? Axel waits and waits. He's not sure if Roxas is ready, and then he wants it to be the absolute perfect moment. Roxas surprises him with a cozy date for his birthday and then surprises him again at the end of the night by kissing him.

Roxas is the first one to use a pet name. He calls Axel his dearest one night at the end of a date. Axel nearly passes out from the sweetness.

Axel is the first to hint at the word love, but Roxas says it first. It comes out one day after they've been arguing over something mundane. Roxas throws up his hands and says something like 'I swear, I'd hate you if I didn't love you so much.' Axel freezes in place and has a moment of 'you... love me?' Roxas rolls his eyes. Yes, he loves Axel... even if he likes to put salt on his watermelon.

After a few years together, Axel's been searching for apartments. One that would fit both him and Roxas. Two bedrooms, so he doesn't feel like he's pushing the blond. But before he can propose the idea, Roxas comes over one evening with his laptop and dozens of tabs open, both houses and apartments. And before Axel can even choke out a surprised question, Roxas asks if they want to get a place together.

After dozens of nights of cuddling on the couch and carrying Roxas to his own bedroom, Roxas appears in his doorway a few minutes after being put to bed, and asks if he can join Axel. It's never explicitly discussed, but Roxas sleeps in his room after that night, and soon it becomes 'their room.'

Axel picks out a ring and keeps it tucked in his pocket at every waking moment, waiting for the perfect moment to propose to Roxas. He thinks that the time might be right one night when they're cuddled up on the couch. But before he can go for the ring in his pajama pocket, Roxas pulls out his own ring and asks, 'Wanna be stuck together forever?' Axel cries. He absolutely cries.

[raptortext]

3 / 5 sentence au prompt: kingdom hearts - akuroku - off-world mission to the Makai

(5 sentence)

“Think you can handle this, partner?”

“Sweet talk some big scary demons-in-charge lurking in the heart of the Makai? Roxas, Roxas, Roxas, you should know me by now,” Axel chides, grinning and stretching his arms out above his head.

Roxas chuckles and shrugs one shoulder. “Just remember, they’re A-class so we have to be careful, even if we can take ‘em.”

[grimmseye]

I’m so very late but I’ve finally finished kh3... if anyone would like to send me writing prompts for akuroku or akurokushi.... please do 

[f-o-r-g-e-t-m-e-n-0-t]

Roxas accidentally doing this to Axel

[writteninthekeys]

“I’m a photography student and the light was just shining off your hair so perfectly I just HAD to take a picture and now you’ve found it online, I’m in trouble now” AU

@dailyau

Honestly, it was the sun’s fault.

At least that’s what Roxas told himself as soon as he saw the photo posted to the school’s website.

“Oh, c’mon. It’s not like anyone even reads the school website.”

“Excuse you, Sora!”

The brunette winced at the yell, giving a sheepish grin towards the woman to his side, “I didn’t mean it like that Namine.”

Said blond, ‘umph’ed at him as she crossed her arms and turned away from him with a pout. She may or may not head the club that created the website being the web designer major that she was, but that wasn’t here or there.

“That’s not the point!” A hand was anxiously run through tousled spikes, making them look more disheveled than ever, “It’s a whole.. Ethics thing! You don’t you take a picture of someone without their permission! Much less it be on the internet for everyone to see.”

Originally, the picture was never supposed to leave his laptop. But as he was scrolling through his works, deciding which one to turn in for a project, the Photography Department head happened to be walking by and told him to turn it in.

The picture in question was.. Honestly one of the best he’s ever taken and was done completely by accident.

He was walking back from his Psych 101 class just around sunset and was contemplating what to do for dinner as he walked through the plaza when he saw it- a perfect picture.

Sitting on a  bench as a redhead student, seemingly lost in his own world if the far off looking and ease of his shoulders were anything to go by. The bench he was on was just beside an old oak tree whose leaves were stubborn hanging on enough to let just a little bit of the sun to filter though. But.. it was the way the sun just happen to hit the man’s mess of red spikes to make them appear as if they were on fire. His pale skin seemed to glow as if his cells were made of the moon itself.

What caught Roxas the most though, was his eyes. They were as green as emeralds and shown even brighter thanks to the sun and.. Well he couldn’t help himself. He brought his camera up to his eye and snap the picture.

“I’m sure he’d be flattered to have his picture taken!” Namine said, her voice.. Sounded hopeful as she sat a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Or he could be like ‘Why is this random kid taking a picture of me? Is he a stalker?” Sora added completely unhelpfully causing him to be punched in the shoulder by the petite blonde and glared at by the other one.

“You are actually the worst brother ever. I hope a basket ball hits you in the nose.” Was the reply given from Roxas with an unamused look before he dropped his head down to the table in front of him. “I’m gonna have to drop out and move out of the state. That’s all there is to it.” He said out loud with a small whine.

He was given a affectionate roll of light blue eyes, “You’re being a little dramatic, dear.” Namine told him, shaking her head before patting his head.

A distressed sound was all she got in reply.

Sora sighed over dramatically, leaning back in the chair he was in, “I bet the guy never even sees it so you’re in the cle-”

“Is there a Roxas Reid here?”

The trio’s head all shot up to the door, three pairs of blue eyes growing wide at the person before them.

“Oh dear..” Namine breathed, hand going straight to Roxas’ shoulder and tightening its grip.

“Oops.. Jinxed that..” Sora muttered to himself, glancing down at his younger brother with a sheepish grin.

It was quiet for a heartbeat before, with a small gulp, the blond in question raised his hand- trying his best not to completely hide behind the computer screen before him, “That’s me..”

As the man was walking over, it was accruing to Roxas that the man was tall.. Bordering on Tree height. The closer he got, the more worried the blond grew- especially feeling his brother and best friend taking a few steps back. It was probably to give them some privacy, but it felt like his only protection fleeing him.

Taking a deep breath, he began to speak, “Look, i know it was really rude to take a picture of you and not tell you- or at least not ask your permission. Especially since it got put on the school website! I swear that wasn’t suppose to happen!” His hands flew up in a defensive manner, though the man before him hadn’t moved from where he’d stopped before the table. “I was only gonna keep it on my laptop, never to see the light of day! That.. that makes me sound even worse. OH god, that’s not.. I didn’t-”

“I love the photo.”

Roxas head flew up so fast it was a wonder he didn’t give himself some form of whiplash. “W-What..?” He questioned, eyes wider than he thought they could ever go- causing the man before him to look a little concerned.

The comment was repeated, still throwing the blond off even more. “Thanks..” Roxas responded after opening and closing his mouth a few times. “You’re.. Not mad??”

The redhead laughed, the sound full and making the blond smile. “Nah. I’m a fellow artist and can’t fault anyone for capturing a muse when they find one.” He fiddling with the handle of his messenger bag before, rubbing the back of his head where his spikes were tamed into a low ponytail. “If.. we’re being honest here..” He began before opening his bag and pulling out a sketchbook. A few pages were turned before he took a deep breath and turned it around showing off the work.

It had the blond gasping in wonder.

The medium the man chose to use were watercolors, but the way the were used.. Was amazing. What was even more amazing was that the portrait was.. Of him.

He was in a small clearing in the plaza, leaned back against on the the lamp posts if the metal look was anything to go by. A set of headphone were tucked into his ears and he was looking up at the sky, completely lost in wherever he was listening to. Completely opposite of his image, the redhead’s head the clouds casting conflicting shadows over the blond. His hair looking more sandy than the blond it was and eyes sapphire rather than the ocean they usually were.

“I.. felt the same when I remembered you.” He finally said sheepishly before green eyes widen, hearing what he said and quickly began to backtrack- much like the blond had done earlier, “Not like that! I’ve got an eidetic memory.. So I remember things really well.” The sketch book was closed and tucked back away, “I wanted to tell you i was gonna do a painting of you, but by the time I got up the courage.. You were already gone.”

Roxas.. Well he resembled a fish, mouth opening and closing a few times in a row as he tried to come to grips with what was actually happening and to form some sort of response. “Huh..” was the best he could come up with at the point in his brain processing before a nudge was given to his shoulder.

His head whirled around to see Namine staring at him and head tilted towards the man in front of them, trying to convey.. Something his brain wasn’t comprehending.

“Bro..” Sora yelled through clenched teeth- something only he could achieve- doing the same thing their friend was doing.

Either by sibling telepathy or some blessing, the message was received.

“Sorry.. I’m just trying to wrap my brain around that fact that I’m apparent a muse of any sort to someone.” Roxas finally said, smiling shyly at the man before him. “This painting is.. Amazing. It’s so much better than it’s subject though.” He brought a hand up to run through his head, glancing away from the other man.

“Not from my perspective.”

The blond turned to face the man before him, taken back by his words before smiling softly.

Feeling slightly bold, he shrugged a shoulder, “You’re not a bad subject yourself.”

“Then maybe we could model for each other sometime.” The redhead responded, smirking down at him before leaning over and placing a bright pink sticky note on his computer screen, “Shoot me a text and we can grab a coffee to discuss it.”

Before Roxas could reply, the man was walking out of the room, leaving a gaping blond in his wake. “What just happened??” He asked aloud.

The chairs were taken up beside him, “You just asked out on a date is what happened.” Namine answered, grinning brightly buzzing happily in her chair and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Damn, my brother's got game. Who knew!” Sora stated, a shit eating grin on his face causing a punch and a glare to be delivered his way.

The sticky note was gently tucked off his screen, a small smile on his lips as he read it:

Axel Malaney, Painter Extraordinaire

945-987-1232

“I’ll be damned.. I guess I did..”

[paraminarifts]

y’all ever accidentally press the button twice on the office coffee machine and you’re left unable to do anything but take the double cup, resulting in a caffeine overload so you’re sitting in your chair vibrating as you wait for the day to be over

[bloodstainsblue]

So, like... if I said I was willing to take prompts, would anyone be interested? I’m just kinda curious! 

[whitesilverandmercury]

fic prompts open (ﾉﾟοﾟ)ﾉﾐ★゜・。。・゜゜・

off of patreon for a short time as i’m in between projects!! i.e. busting my ass working on them straight through

☆ send here! ☆

pairings ☆

snk | erejean, ereri

voltron | sheith, klance

kh | riso, akuroku 

yoi | victuuri, otayuri 

prompts/examples, fluff or nsfw (let me kno if u have preference) ☆

send me a song or a song lyric

specific time era au! ex. roarin 20s, 90s, ancient world, victorian era etc. etc. 

specific job/career?? ex. the classic barista or stripper, flower shop owner, artist, teacher, etc. etc. 

or something else & i’ll see what i can do!

feeling valentine’s day or anti-valentine’s day??

[sirladysketch]

Honestly I wrote this fic in like an hour after being inspired by the BEST brownies, god I want to make them again right now.

[absinthemadness]

8 and akrk for the writing prompts thingamajig💛

8. “please. stay. i need you here.”

Post KH3? This went a little more angsty than I intended (as always) 

Warnings: Implied adult-y content below a cut. (implies a relationship when they were in the organization)

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It was over. 

It was over, and he was alive.

Roxas pressed his hand against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. Laying back on the bed, he realized he hadn't seen Axel since they'd gotten back.

He'd spent time in the living space of the castle catching up with Xion, waiting for Axel to show up and join them. But he never did. And once Xion couldn't keep her eyes open, they split up and retreated to their rooms.

So where was Axel? Why hadn't he come to talk? Sure, they hadn't parted on the best terms, but hadn't they been best friends? Maybe now that Axel was a somebody again, maybe he wanted nothing to do with his organization life, with Roxas...

A knock on the door brought him off the bed. The green eyes that stared down at him knocked the air from his lungs.

"Hey," Axel's hand went through his hair, a sheepish grin spread across his face.

"Hi."

"So, uh. I checked on Xion already, she was near asleep. But she was doing ok. So, I figured I'd come and check on you."

"Oh." Roxas's fingers dug into the wood of the doorframe, trying to keep him from flinging his arms around Axel. "Well, I'm doing ok?"

"Ok. Great. Awesome."

The awkwardness between them hadn't been there before. It hurt. Made Roxas's new heart ache in his chest. "So, was there something else you wanted?"

"Yeah. I mean no. Sorry? Um, good night, Roxas?"

"Night, Axel."

He watched Axel's back retreat down the hall, stopping at a door. He didn't go in immediately, and Roxas heard the bang as Axel smacked his forehead into the wood.

It continued for several nights. Awkward. Unfamiliar. He'd watch Axel smack his head to the door. Some nights he'd catch a word. 'Idiot.'

Finally Roxas decided he couldn't take the awkwardness and instead he went to Axel's door.

"I just wanted to let you know, I'm leaving for Twilight Town tomorrow morning."

"That's great! I'll miss you." Axel stood there, arm wrapped across his chest. The smile on his face obviously forced.

Roxas's heart sank as he waited. As he stood there, disappointment surged through him. Had he honestly expected Axel to stop him?

"I'll miss you too," he swooped in for a quick hug. "I'm going to bed. Gotta be up early. So, good night. And if I don't see you before I leave, goodbye."

"Good night, Rox."

Axel let him go. Roxas fought his tears as he walked back to his room, bare feet nearly silent against tile.

But when he went to push the door closed, there stood Axel, clinging to the doorframe.

"Ax—"

Axel moved quickly and before Roxas could really understand what was happening, he was swept up into a tight hug, being lifted right off his feet. They sank to the floor in the next moment and Axel started... crying? At the very least, he was shaking.

He cupped a hand to the back of Roxas's head, fingers weaving through his hair.

"Roxas..." Axel squeezed tighter, like he was afraid that Roxas would vanish if he let go.

Axel's heartbeat thrummed beneath his ear, taking him back to countless days of sitting and listening to the soft whoosh of Axel's breathing. But in that moment, Axel’s breaths rattled in his chest. But underneath it all was the steady thump thump of his heart. He curled his arms around Axel's neck, twisting to be comfortable in the embrace.

"Roxas," Axel repeated. "Please. Stay. I need you here. If I have to hold you to keep you from leaving, I will."  

And how could Roxas argue with the desperation in Axel’s voice, with the strong arms holding him? 

They wound up laying on the too big bed, wrapped in each other's arms. Axel’s head rested on Roxas’s chest, hand over his heart. It was only natural for Roxas to wrap his arms around Axel’s shoulders, to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck. Familiar touches. Old touches. And the memories he’d tried to forget came back. 

Flashes. 

A room of white. Dark eyelashes against pale cheekbones. Freckles sprinkled across sharp shoulders. The nest of pillows and blankets they’d laid in. Silken skin sliding together. Heavy breathing echoing into the mostly empty room. Being close, impossibly close.

The feeling of being somebody. Of being loved.