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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 years

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Sex and Violence- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,313

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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Coming in through the front, you and Dean flashed your badges to the bouncer who let you in without any questions. Entering the place, all you could hear were men cheering on women to show off their bodies. It was a very sexist job, and you hated how they had to sell their bodies to make money. It was disgusting how these men would treat these women.

Looking at Dean, you saw him admiring them women who were dancing on poles before you stepped in front of him, placing your hand on his chest which got his attention.

“You want a stripper, I’ll strip for you. Much more intimidate than this, I can promise that. The only difference? You can touch me,” you smirked.

“I am so taking you up on that offer,” he groaned, licking his lips. He looked up to see an older man counting the money he’s made. “However, there is the manager. We need to talk to him.”

“Right,” you nodded as you both made your way over there. Introducing yourself to him, you flashed your badge to get him to open up to you.

“I'm looking for three girls. Jasmine, Aurora, and Ariel,” Dean said.

“You seriously think those names mean anything to me?”

“One's a redhead about 5'9". The other one's Asian, about—”

“You have any idea how many girls I deal with? Fake names, fake hair, fake,” the man motioned to his breasts making you roll your eyes.

“You gotta have some sort of paperwork. Cheque stubs. Some way to keep track of the strippers,” you said, making him look at you, giving you a once over quickly.

“Please, exotic dancers. Independent contractors working for cash. I stay out of their hair, they stay out of what little I have left.”

“Three of your customers murdered their wives. You don't think that that's weird?”

“Yeah. I think that's super-fucking weird. But you know what it ain't? My problem. If you’re interested in a job, call me,” he smiled before handing you his card.

“Leave right now,” Dean growled, making the manager choose wisely.

“What, I’m glad I’m hot enough to get an offer,” you shrugged.

“This is all mine,” he said to you in a jealous tone. It was so hot when he got jealous.

“Then this,” you gently grabbed his cock, “is mine.” Dean closed his eyes as he tried to get control over his thoughts and body when you spotted Sam. “Come on.”

Taking his hand, you walked through the sea of men before reaching the younger brother.

“Any luck?” he asked.

“No. You?”

“A little. I just talked to Bobby, we officially have a theory.”

“What’s that?”

“Siren, but the siren's not actually a myth, it's more of a beautiful creature that preys on men, enticing them with their siren song.”

“Let me guess, 'Welcome to the Jungle?' No, no. Warrant's 'Cherry Pie’,” Dean smirked.

“Their song is more of a metaphor, like... like their call, their allure, you know?”

“So, they shake their thing and the guys zombie out,” you put the pieces together.

“Basically, yeah. Sirens lived on islands, sailors would chase 'em, completely ignoring the rocky shores... and dash themselves to pieces.”

“Sounds like Adam and his buddies.”

“Yeah. If you were a siren in '09 looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?”

“So, whatever floats the guy's boat, that's what they look like?” you asked.

“Yeah. You see, sirens can read minds. They see what you want most and then they can kind of, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion.”

“So, it could all be the same chick? Morphing into, uh, to different dream girls?” Dean wondered.

“Yeah, actually. Probably. Sirens are usually pretty solitary.”

“Watch out boys, I may have to keep an eye on you more closely. Don’t want you killing me for some other woman,” you teased lightly.

“How do we kill it?” Dean asked after he laughed at your banter.

“Bobby's working on it. Even if we figure that out, how the hell are we gonna find it? It could be anybody.”

“Well, I know I could use some entertainment that isn’t women. As hard as I tried back in the day, I don’t swing that way,” you declared.

“How hard did you try?” Dean asked.

“Not the point,” you quickly said with a smile before leaning into his body, pressing your mouth close to his ear. “Wouldn’t you rather find out what I have under this dress than waste any more time here?” Nibbling on his ear lobe, you pulled away with a sweet smile.

“Sammy don’t come back to the room anytime soon,” Dean said as he slapped his brother’s chest before leaving with you.

“Wait, Dean, what am I supposed to do!” he exclaimed, sighing when he was out of earshot. Looking around the club, he watched some women dance before leaving the joint. He didn’t like strip clubs solely for the purpose of seeing those women degrade themselves. Plus, strippers aren’t his type. Cara Roberts, now she was his type.

“I didn’t know you had that,” Dean chuckled when you put away the lingerie you bought in secret to surprise him. Sam was out looking into yet another man who had killed in the name of love. Last night was full of great sex after Dean found out how good you looked in skimpy panties and heels.

“That was kind of the point,” you chuckled before walking over to him and sitting on his lap. He placed one hand around your waist and another on your upper thigh.

“I love you,” he muttered before kissing you gently. Hearing him say those words were a rush that only he could provide. A slight buzzing sound is what broke you two apart, and you looked at the table to see Sam’s phone that he apparently forgot. Remembering his secret phone call, you picked it up to see a text from an unknown number.

“I wonder who he’s been calling,” you said before going to his recent calls. Redialing the unknown number, you placed the phone between yours and Dean’s ear just as the person on the other line picked up.

“Hey, Sam,” Ruby said, causing your heart to plummet to your stomach. This is who Sam’s been secretly calling? He’s keeping way too many secrets. “Sam?... You there...?” Quickly hanging up, you tossed the phone back on the table.

“I can’t believe him,” Dean sighed right before the door opened. Sam raised his eyebrows at you and Dean just as you got off Dean’s lap.

“We weren’t doing anything.”

“I don’t want to know,” he interrupted you with a hand up. “Lenny Bristol was definitely another siren vic.”

“You get in to see him?” Dean asked as you walked to the sink to get another cup of coffee.

“Yep. He bought home a stripper named Belle. A couple of hours later he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went MIA.”

“Wait, he killed his mom?” you asked.

“The woman he was closest too,” Sam shrugged. His phone started ringing and Dean picked it up with a sarcastic smile.

“Yeah, you, uh, forgot your cell phone,” he said before standing up and tossing his brother the phone. Dean walked over to you before you handed him a cup of coffee which he took.

“Hey, Bobby… Ahhh, no. And, uh, it doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. You got anything?... Hold on a sec, I'll put you on speaker,” he said before doing just that.

“It says you need ‘a bronze dagger, covered in the blood of a sailor, under the spell of the song’.”

“What the hell does that mean?” you asked.

“You got me. We're dealing with 3000 years of the telephone game here.”

“Best guess?”

“Well, the siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song. It's most likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vic's blood.”

“Which makes them go all Manchurian Candidate. Uh, what do you think, she infects the men during sex?” Sam asks.

“Maybe.”

“Supernatural STD,” Dean chuckled.

“Well, however it happens, once it's done the siren's gotta watch her back. She gets a dose of her own medicine, it kills her like a snake getting iced by its own venom.”

“So, we just gotta find a way to juice one of the OJs in jail?” Dean asked.

“Not that easy. None of those guys are under the spell anymore. Haven't got a clue where you're going to get the blood you need.”

“I think I might have an idea,” Sam said with a smile.

“Oh, you gonna visit your girlfriend?” you teased, talking about his little doctor. Sam gave you a glare, but your dad spoke.

“Whatever you do, be careful. These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit ya.”

“Don’t worry, dad, I’ll watch them,” you said before looking at Dean. “Some more than others.”

“Okay, hanging up now,” he said right before the call was cut.

“Come on,” Sam shook his head and grabbed his phone, Dean grabbed his keys, and you poured your coffee in a to-go cup before you all left the room.

“Dr. Roberts,” Sam smiled once he saw the doctor.

“Agent Stiles. Can't stay away, huh?”

“Actually, uh, we're here on business. About the blood samples. The ones with the high... you know... oxytocin?”

“You still have them?” you asked, making her look at you with a nod. “Good, we need them.”

“What for?”

“Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?” a man in a suit asked as he approached her.

“Yeah?” she turned to face him.

“Excuse me, uh, we're a little busy here, buddy,” Dean said as you three flashed him your badges. The scary thing is, he did too.

“Yeah, so am I, pal.”

“Doc, can you give us a sec, please?” Sam said politely, and thankfully she didn’t argue.

“What's your name?” you asked once she was gone.

“Nick Munroe. What's yours?”

“I'm Special Agent Sam Stiles, they are my partners Dean Murdoch and Y/N Barnes. What office are you from?”

“Omaha, Violent Crimes Unit. My SAC sent me down here to see about the murders. You?”

“D.C. Our Assistant Director assigned us,” you answered.

“Oh, which AD?”

“Mike Kaiser.” It was like a quick game of question and answer. You had an answer for everything he asked which made him suspicious.

“What are your badge numbers?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Dean scoffed.

“I'm just following protocol.”

“Look, sir, just call our AD. He’ll sort things out,” you said as you handed him the card that had one of your dad’s numbers on it. He was your go-to for everything if you ever got in trouble. Nick grabbed the card before stepping away to give him a call. When he was away, you looked at the brothers in confusion. “They don’t normally come out here for things like this.”

“I know,” Dean whispered.

“So why send him, and where are his partners? Does this seem fishy to you?” you asked.

“No, but it clearly does to you so be on the lookout,” Dean declared just as Nick came back.

“I'm sorry, guys,” he handed you back the card.

“Just don't let it happen again.”

“Where are you at with this?”

“Where are you at with this?” Dean repeated the question.

“Well, I was just about to run the, uh, perps' bloodwork—”

“I already checked, dead end,” Sam interrupted.

“But get this. I feel like I found something that, uh, connects all the murderers. They were all banging strippers.... from the same club”

“You don’t say!” you said sarcastically which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“What do you say we, uh, go down there and check it out?”

“Well, here's the thing, Nick. See, we're kind of lone wolves—”

“You know what,” Sam cut off his brother, “that sounds like an excellent idea. Just... just give me a second with my partners and we'll, uh... one sec.”

“Dude, you two gotta stay with him,” Sam said once the three of you were out of earshot.

“What?” you scoffed.

“Keep him out of the way.”

“Why us?”

“'Cause I gotta get the blood samples.”

“You just want time to spend with your doctor,” you scoffed which earned you a bitch face.

“What the hell are we supposed to do with him?” Dean asked.

“Just take him to the strip club... keep an eye out for the siren. Come on, Dean, just... just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there!”

“He’ll be focusing on me, thank you very much.”

“I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for her,” Dean said as he pointed to you. Sam gave him a quick smile before leaving you two.

“Alright, we're taking my ride, no complaining about the tunes,” Dean said, leading you and Nick to the car.

“No way. You drive an Impala?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, looking at Dean.

“It's a '67, right? It's a 327 four barrel?”

“Yeah, actually,” Dean smiled, but you were too weirded out by this. Something wasn’t right with him. Lately, all you’ve been feeling was that emotion. Was Amara doing something to you?

“It's a thing of beauty,” he said as he approached the car. Going to the back like always, Nick stopped you by opening the passenger side door.

“I’ll sit in the back.”

“You sure?” you asked in a surprised tone.

“It would be my pleasure,” he smiled. Shrugging, you got into the front and he shut the door before entering the back.

“How the hell did you talk the Bureau into letting you drive your own wheels?” he asked excitedly, admiring the interior.

“A lot of hard work,” Dean replied before taking off.

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minijenn · 5 years

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Keys to the Kingdom Chapter 1

AN-So here we are with our first chapter! Fair warning, its sort of a novelization of the end of DDD, but even so it was needed to set important stuff up for the rest of the fic, so its useful to keep an eye on, I’d say. And so, without any further ado, here you go! Enjoy!

Previous: http://minijenn.tumblr.com/post/183010380124/keys-to-the-kingdom-prologue

Chapter 1: Remaining Recusant

How did I live in a kingdom of thieves? With people who say things they don’t really mean…

When he eventually looked back at that moment in retrospect, Riku would wish he had done so many things differently than he had. If he had known what was going to happen, he would have moved faster, he would acted instead of reacting, he would have done everything in his power to save Sora, to rescue his best friend, to protect what mattered most, before it was too late.

But, as he would find out much later on, he had been too late. And as a result, that was the moment when it had all started to fall apart.

Because instead of rushing to pull the still-sleeping Sora as far away from Xehanort’s grasp as humanly possible as he should have, Riku stood alongside the king, both of them equally dumbfounded as the elderly master slowly rose to stand upon his elevated throne, his sinister Keyblade materializing in his grasp. “But first,” Xehanort continued his lengthy monologue, his tone as calm and collected as ever. “The thirteen darknesses shall be united. All the seats have been filled…” The master’s already triumphant grin widened as he glanced down at the throne across from his, where Sora still sat sleeping, completely unaware of the grave danger he was currently in. “And now the last vessel shall bear my heart like the rest!”

Upon Xehanort’s wordless command, Sora’s seat steadily began to rise so that it could be on the same level of that of the master’s. Needless to say that this was enough to shake both Riku and Mickey out of their shock and prompt them into action. The pair raced forward, Keyblades in hand with the intent to rescue Sora from Xehanort’s dark designs. However, as usual, the Organization seemed to be two steps ahead of them as Xemnas and Ansem also moved swiftly to counter them. The Superior easily managed to pin the king against one of the other thrones as he tried to leap to Sora’s aid, and Riku only managed a few running step forward before the Seeker of Darkness tackled him and brutally restrained him against the central platform.

“N-no!” Riku shouted, struggling fiercely against Ansem’s firm hold. “Sora!” His fight, however valiant, was to no avail as he glanced up to see the throne finally end its ascent, putting Sora directly in Xehanort’s open range.

The master said nothing, apparently assured of his victory as he held up his deadly Keyblade, waving his hand over it to enshroud it with the immense darkness of his very own heart. All either Riku or Mickey could do was watch as, in one swift, heavy swing, Xehanort brought his blade down, sending a piece of his heart flying directly to Sora with nothing to stop it, nothing to protect the keybearer’s heart from being overtaken by the very same darkness and malice that filled the master’s own.

That is, until it was stopped dead in its tracks. Or at least… it seemed to be.

A fierce explosion rattled the entire chamber, flames ricocheting off of the blast as Riku continued staring up at the scene high above him, desperate to know what had happened and fearing the absolute worst.

“He made it!” king exclaimed, oddly relieved despite the circumstances as the smoke surrounding the throne began to clear to clear to reveal that someone, somehow, had indeed come to Sora’s rescue. Even if that someone was perhaps the last person Riku could have ever expected to arrive at a moment such as this.

“Axel?!” Xigbar shouted from his throne, clearly caught off guard. Likewise, Riku gasped at the sight of the former Organization member, who stood high upon the throne, flames still dying down around him as he held one of his chakrams in one hand, and keeping a secure hold on Sora’s still unconscious form with the other.

“Axel?” the former Nobody scoffed sardonically. “Please. The name’s Lea. Got it memorized?”

Despite any former conflict with Axel—or Lea, rather—Riku was so overwhelmed with relief at this timely save that he honestly would have hugged the former assassin if he was able. Despite the shock and confusion spreading amongst the Organization members above him, Riku still spared as much of a glance at Sora as he could, noting that, despite all the odds, he appeared to be just fine from a cursory glance, the fact that he was still soundly sleeping notwithstanding. And while that fact alone was still rather worrying in and of itself, Riku still allowed himself a small sigh of reprieve that he hadn’t lost his best friend after all. At least, that’s what he thought.

“You’re not supposed to be here!” Xigbar snapped up at Lea, sending him a rather vicious glare.

“Promises to keep,” Lea shrugged, nonchalant as ever. “I’ll always be there to get my friends back. What, bad timing?” The former assassin smirked as he glanced up at Xehanort in particular. “You had your perfect little script, but you kinda forgot to write the sequel. Now… let’s find out what happens!”

“What now, you old coot?” Xigbar hissed up at Xehanort as he slammed a petulant hand down on his throne. “Our time is up!”

The master didn’t offer much of a reaction, though even so, his usual knowing grin was still apparent, despite the fact that his plans seemed to have been thwarted. In fact, if anything, his malicious smile seemed to grow as he practically ignored Lea’s unexpected intrusion and instead kept his sights on Sora, sensing something from his supposedly failed thirteenth vessel that none of the others could.

At the same time, another one of the unknown Organization members suddenly leapt from their seat, soaring towards Lea as a massive, familiar claymore appeared in their hands. The former assassin countered the vicious attack evenly and the heavy strike was more than enough to blow the hood of the organization member back to reveal a face that made Lea’s blood run cold.

“Isa!” he exclaimed sharply, holding his own against his former friend pressing hard against him. Saïx said nothing, instead simply sending Lea a cold, piercing glare until the former assassin finally broke the tension between them by leaping cleanly out of the claymore’s range and down to towards the central platform below, taking Sora with him. With Xemnas as distracted by this as he was, Mickey took an opportunity of his own, lashing out with his Keyblade only for the Superior to vanish into thin air, releasing him all the same. Likewise, Riku pushed back hard against Ansem, summoning his Keyblade again just as Lea and Mickey joined him in their bold stand against the Organization and their dark desires.

“Why are you here, Axel?” Xemnas asked, the disapproval towards his former underling clear in his tone.

“No, I told you, my name’s-” Lea cut himself off with an exasperated sigh as he decided to save his breath. “Augh, whatever, Axel, fine. Now, let’s get outta here!”

“Right!” Mickey soundly agreed, knowing that the sooner they got themselves out of the Organization’s reach, the better off they’d all be.

Of course, they weren’t about to let any of them leave so easily. Ansem was the first to react, summoning his imposing guardian of darkness to his aid to halt their purposed escape. The creature rushed down to the platform below, easily snatching both Riku and the king up in its clawed grip. Lea managed to jump back just in the nick of time, but with his hands full with keeping Sora safe as they were, he was quite ill-suited to take the beast on alone at a time like this. Fortunately though, he wouldn’t have to.

Two, fearful, familiar cries broke through the air of dread and tension hanging throughout the chamber as a bright light sparked from high above the platform. And out of that light, fell a pair that happened to land squarely on Ansem’s guardian, delivering a blow that forced the creature to disappear and release its captives on the spot, as accidental as that blow might have been.

“Were we supposed to do that?” Donald groaned from his spot on the ground.

“I think so…” Goofy replied just as languidly as he rubbed the sore spot on his head.

“Goofy! Donald!” the king exclaimed with a surprised, yet relieved grin as he watched his friends slowly pick themselves up off the ground. “You saved us!”

“We did?” Donald asked, initially confused before he quickly perked up. “Uh, I-I mean! Of course we did! That was the plan all along!”

“It was?” Goofy asked with a frown. “Cause last I checked, we came in here without much of a plan at all…”

“Shh!” Donald scolded, pulling on the captain’s arm. “Don’t tell them that!”

This exchange was almost enough to elicit a genuine laugh out of Riku and Mickey, or at least it would of if they hadn’t glanced up to notice the Organization members beginning to fade into thin air one by one.

“We are out of time,” Xehanort announced, seemingly unphased. “Neither the union of light nor darkness has been achieved, and we must all return whence we came. But the gathering of the seven and thirteen is nigh. Be sure to know which side you’re on…” The master’s calculated smile returned as he looked down towards Sora in particular, something that none of the others even noticed as on edge as they all already were. “Let us finish this at the fated place, once your lights and my darknesses have joined together!”

And with that, Xehanort and the other members of the True Organization XIII disappeared, taking their leave until the day the decisive battle between light and darkness the master himself spoke of was to transpire. A day that was not as far off as the stalwart group left alone in the round room might have hoped.

Without question, Riku had agreed to dive into Sora’s heart in the hopes of waking him up.

It was an easy choice to make, one that he barely even had to think twice about, even despite Mickey and Yen Sid warning him of the possible dangers. After all, he knew Sora would and even had gone to the same lengths to save him. It was only fair that he finally return the favor.

And so Riku had made the dive, only to be met with a pall of immense darkness in a place where none should have ever been. He wasn’t exactly sure what lengths Xehanort and the other members of the Organization had gone to in order to plunge Sora into such a deep, relentless sleep as this, but he assumed that this pervading darkness had something to do with it. Yet even as he fought to battle the vicious armored Nightmare that beset him almost the moment he arrived, Riku couldn’t help but feel as though the darkness all around him felt familiar. He couldn’t quite place it, but it was as though this was a kind of darkness he had known before, from its aura to even its scent, and everything in between, as faint as it all was amidst everything else. He didn’t really know what to make of it, but all the same it worried him, offended him even as he remembered that it had taken a hold in Sora’s heart, of all places.

Which was why Riku decided to fight with every ounce of strength he had in his own heart to free Sora from the darkness invading his. A goal that, by all accounts, he thought he had succeeded at.

But once again, in retrospect, Riku would eventually look back and see how foolish and blind that thought really had been.

Even so, he was surprised, upon defeating the armored Nightmare, to find himself now out of the darkness and standing on the familiar sunset-soaked shores of the Destiny Islands. In a way, the comfort of the waves crashing calmly against the sand would should have felt comforting, like a long-awaited homecoming of sorts. And perhaps, Riku thought, it would have been, if only Sora had been there to greet him with his usual cheerful smile that he hadn’t even realized he had come to miss so very much.

Yet instead of Sora, what Riku did find scattered across the shores of the play island were three other people entirely. The first was unquestionably familiar, and even seeing him again brought Riku a slight pang of guilt that he couldn’t quite chase even long after the fact: Roxas. The question he posed was strange and cryptic, and once Riku presented an answer to it, he vanished, seemingly without a trace. Moments later, Roxas seemed to appear before him again, yet upon a second glance, Riku was quick to realize that this boy wasn’t the ex-Organization member, despite how remarkably similar they were in appearance. Another strange question came and went before Riku found himself face to face with the last of the trio, a girl this time. She bore a striking resemblance to Kairi, even despite her raven hair and Organization cloak, and though Riku could have sworn he’d never once seen her before in his life, she radiated a strange sort of familiarity that could not be denied.

After answering her question, Riku found himself alone on the shoreline once more, taking in the dying light of the setting sun sinking over the sparkling sea. A certain sense of peace settled over him, even as he retrieved an apparent message in a bottle carried in by the tide. He hadn’t the faintest idea of its contents, and though he had half a mind to open it and find out, he refrained upon being met with yet another familiar figure strolling down to meet him on the shore: Ansem the Wise.

The conversation that followed was brief, yet meaningful, imparting Riku with an abundance of information he’d be sure to take back to the waking world with him. Namely the data the researcher had apparently hidden safe within Sora’s heart during his year long slumber, data that, or so Ansem believed, could perhaps prove to be the key to saving the hearts of those who had been lost.

“The heart has always been quick to grow,” the researcher said in thoughtful reflection as Riku listened patiently to what he had to say. “Each exposure to light, to the natural world, to other people, shapes the most malleable part inside of us. Nobodies are not different from us in that manner. Sora was the only one able to return to his human form without destroying his Nobody. That is a testament to the love in his heart for other people, and the bonds that tie them together.”

Ansem paused, staring out upon the sea as his pensive tone turned somewhat hopeful. “Perhaps… he has the power to bring back the hearts and existences of those connected to him—to recreate people we thought were lost to us forever. Our most precious treasures, even an empty puppet, the trees of the forest, the petals on the wind… there are hearts all around us, everywhere we look. And it does not take superhuman powers to see them. Surely we remember as children the way our hearts made everything seem so shiny and perfect. Sora has a heart like that—uncorrupted, willing to see the good before the bad. A heart that will not fall so easily to the darkness, even when it attempts to claim every inch of it for its own. When he sees the heart in something, it then becomes real. When a connection seems broken, he may have the power to mend it. He has touched countless hearts, he has accepted them, and he has saved them. And some of those hearts have never left him, whether they fell to darkness or were trapped there, whether they sleep in the darkness of Sora’s heart, or were welcomed into its warmth… they can be saved. All Sora needs to do is be himself and follow wherever it is that his heart takes him. It is the best and the only way. The rest… is in there.”

The researcher subtly nodded down to the bottle in Riku’s hands, one that apparently contained more hope than he had initially realized. Hope that could very well mean all the difference in their eventual fight against Xehanort and his followers. “Alright,” he nodded, grateful. “Thanks. Thank you.”

“Of course,” Ansem nodded cordially. “Now, why is it that that you are here?”

Upon hearing this question, Riku couldn’t help but let something of a small, awkward laugh out in spite of himself. “Uh… I… kinda need to wake Sora up…” he admitted somewhat sheepishly.

“Don’t tell me he’s gone to sleep again?” Ansem asked almost incredulously.

“Yeah,” Riku chuckled softly. “What’ll I do with him?”

“What indeed?” the researcher agreed, sharing in this good-natured humor. “Never fear. Sora is safe.”

“Huh?” Riku blinked, caught off guard but unquestionably relieved to hear such a thing after everything that happened.

“He’s not here,” Ansem shook his head. “You see, by defeating the Nightmare imprisoning Sora, you freed him. Then you came here, and were questioned by three young people. That was the final key to awaken him.”

“S-so… you mean…?” Riku trailed off, wondering if it was too good to be true and praying that it wasn’t.

“Sora is awake,” Ansem confirmed, turning to the boy with a genuine smile. “You can go home now.”

“Really?” Riku asked, unable to hold back his own smile as warmed by this amazing news as he was. “Thank you.” Not wanting to keep Sora waiting any longer, Riku turned to the ocean, summoning, ironically enough, the Kingdom Key itself to open up the keyhole that would return him to the waking world once again. He unlocked it as swiftly as ever, but even as he prepared to take his leave, Ansem called out to him one last time.

“Young man! I do not believe you ever told me your name,” the researcher remarked, curious.

Though somewhat surprised that this version of Ansem didn’t seem to already know it, he still offered the researcher a parting smile even as he began to glide up towards the light. “It’s Riku,” he affirmed confidently before he began his ascent, more than ready for his long, long-awaited reunion with Sora. A reunion that almost never happened, but would be more than worth the wait.

And what a reunion it was.

Riku was admittedly quite caught off guard to wake up only to find that not only had Sora indeed awakened just as Ansem had said, but that he also seemed to be in the midst of what looked like a small party alongside Donald and Goofy. Said party was soon all but forgotten, however, for the moment Sora noticed Riku was awake, he didn’t hesitate to bombard him with a sudden, tight, elated hug, accompanied by more than a few delighted proclamations of relief. As baffled as Riku was, that relief was something he couldn’t help but share, especially as he was now able to see for himself that sure enough, Sora was just fine, back to his usual upbeat, cheerful self, even despite how close they had all been to losing him.

Even so, the ongoing levity amongst everyone gathered in the tower soon turned serious again as Yen Sid prepared to dole out the results of Sora and Riku’s Mark of Mastery exam. The others all stood by, waiting in baited curiosity as the two Keyblade wielders stood before the sorcerer’s desk, eager to hear whatever verdict he intended on giving in regards to their abilities.

“More than anything,” Yen Sid began as stern and calm as ever. “I am grateful to have you both back from Xehanort’s deception unharmed. And I am grateful to Lea, whose spontaneous actions turned the tides.” The former assassin smirked from his corner of the room as he casually leaned against the wall, though knowing the importance of the moment, he said nothing and allowed the sorcerer to continue speaking his piece. “I am also deeply sorry,” Yen Sid went on, addressing Sora and Riku once more. “For failing to perceive the danger and throwing you headlong into a perilous test. Even so, this experience has revealed many hidden truths, and we must gird ourselves for the great clash with darkness that lies before us. I believe we need a new Keyblade Master, one with a new kind of power. Sora and Riku, you both deserve the honor, however, one of you braved the realm of sleep again to unlock the final Keyhole and save a friend.” The sorcerer paused, as if to let the weight of his words sink in before finally delivered the exam’s final results. “Riku, I name you our new true Keyblade Master.”

A palpable moment of silent surprise rang through the room at this announcement, and Riku, as admittedly stunned by it was he was, didn’t even know how to react to his newly-bestowed title. Sora was the first to do so instead, breaking the silence with an excited gasp and another celebratory hug. “Way to go, Riku!” he exclaimed brightly, catching the new Keyblade Master off guard yet again. “I knew you were gonna pass with flying colors! This is just so awesome!”

As awed as he was by his new title, Riku couldn’t help but focus his attention on Sora, or rather on the fact that only one of them had been named a Master instead of both. “I… y-yeah…” Riku said somewhat distantly, still rather amazed that he had passed at all. “I guess it is. But… what about you, Sora?”

“Oh yeah!” Sora turned back towards Yen Sid expectantly. “What about me? Did I pass too?”

The sorcerer let out something of a sad sigh as he shook his head truthfully. “Sora… Although you and Riku both preformed admirably during your exams, the overall purpose of your journey through the sleeping worlds was to allow both of you to master the power of waking. Riku accomplished this by diving into your dreams to awaken your heart from the depths of slumber. However, it is a power that you have yet to achieve, one that is necessary for preparing ourselves for the inevitable battle against Master Xehanort. It is for that reason that I’m afraid that you are still not ready to receive the title of Master. I appologize.”

For a moment, Sora had nothing to say in response to this rather discouraging news, nor did he seem to show much of a reaction to it at all, almost as if he was still trying to process it all. Briefly, genuine disappointment seemed to flash across his expression, his hands ever so slightly clenching into fists at his sides. And then, without even skipping a beat, he seemed to settle into cool acceptance over a failing that certainly would have set anyone else back a great deal. “Eh, its fine,” he said with a small smile and a shrug. “I’ll just have to try harder next time is all. Besides, Riku still passed!” At this, Sora once again threw an arm around Riku’s shoulder’s, largely not even noticing the bewilderment and slight concern written all over his friend’s face. “And like I said, that’s completely awesome!”

“Gee, Sora,” Goofy spoke up. “You’re kinda acting like you really did pass.”

“I told you Sora still needed more practice,” Donald remarked, crossing his arms.

“Hey!” Sora snapped, playfully offended.

“So… I really am a Keyblade Master…?” Riku interjected, still trying to take it all in. Yen Sid nodded his confirmation to this fact and Sora warmly did the same as Mickey and the others came in to offer their accolades.

“Congratulations, Riku!” Mickey bid proudly, extending a hand for the new Master to shake.

“Thank you, Mickey,” Riku finally smiled, returning his long-time friend’s handshake firmly. “I owe it to my friends.”

“Ah, I’ll catch up with ya in no time flat,” Lea cut in, still leaning against the far wall.

“What?” Sora asked, surprised. “You wanna be a Keyblade Master?”

“Yeah,” Lea nodded with a smirk. “I mean, I came here to learn how to learn how to wield one. You know, I was gonna come swooping in, Keyblade in hand, but… I just couldn’t get mine to materialize. Must be in the snap of the wrist or something…” To prove his point, the former assassin held his hand out, only to be just as shocked as everyone else when a fiery-themed Keyblade suddenly flashed into existence in it. A collective gasp rose up from everyone in the room, the importance of this moment not lost on any of them; after all, it wasn’t every day that a new Keyblade wielder was discovered, much less in such an unexpected way as this. “Well…” Lea grinned as he turned his new Keyblade over, inspecting it proudly. “What do ya know? Looks like I’ve already got a head start in catching up to you two after all.”

“I’d say!” Sora laughed as Riku joined in, just as amused.

“To see you successfully summon your Keyblade is a reassuring sight indeed, Lea,” Yen Sid spoke up with a genuine smile. “After all, we will need all the help we can get in our struggle against Xehanort and those allied with him. Along those same lines, our focus now should be rallying more allies of light to our side as well. There is still much that needs to be done, but currently, I believe now would be an appropriate time to regroup and recuperate. The rest of you are free to take your leave for the time being, though I would like Lea to stay behind to receive further instruction about what to do next. But before you go, remember, all of you, our work in protecting the worlds from the great threat that Xehanort poses to them is far from over; in fact… I’d say it has only just begun…”

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” Riku asked, his arms crossed as he stood in front of the door leading out of the tower, essentially blocking Sora’s path.

“Aw, c’mon, Riku, its no big deal,” Sora assured, barely managing to skirt past his friend to get outside. “There’s just something I have to take care of really quick. I’ll be back in a few hours, I promise.”

“Hmph, a few hours,” Donald deadpanned as he joined along in following Riku, Mickey, and Donald out after Sora. “That’s what you always say, and then a few ‘hours’ ends up turning into a few days!”

“Hey! I just like taking my time with things is all!” Sora shot back, defensively.

“Are ya sure you have to go?” Goofy asked, showing the concern that Donald likely meant by his remarks.

“Well, I did sorta doze off…” Sora noted as he continued on his way. “Like I said, I just have some stuff to take care of. And before you ask, don’t worry; its not ‘dangerous’ or anything like that. I’m just going to visit some friends for a bit and then I’ll be right back.”

“Sora…” Riku mused rather plaintively. “You know normally I wouldn’t mind, but… after what juts happened… I feel like you should take at least one of us with you. Just in case.”

At this, Sora finally paused, glancing back at the group with a small, yet knowing smile. “Aw, I appreciate all the concern, you guys, but seriously, I’ll be fine. You worry too much.”

“Only because you always seem to be getting yourself into some kind of trouble!” Donald fussed before letting out a relenting sigh. “So just… try not to get yourself in anymore trouble, ok?”

“You got it,” Sora agreed with a small laugh and a playful salute, one that actually did manage to set not only Donald, but the others at ease as well.

“Be careful,” Mickey advised with equal concern.

“Very careful,” Riku added with a hint of levity in his tone.

“Right!” Sora assured brightly as he prepared to summon his Keyblade to open the way. “See you soon!” In its usual flash, the Kingdom Key appeared in his grip, easily summoning a Keyhole that would lead back into the sleeping worlds once more. Despite his apparent confidence in letting Sora go off on his own like this, Riku couldn’t deny a strange sense of apprehension as he watched his friend take his leave. There was no doubt that he’d be back again soon, Riku would make sure of that, but even so, something still felt… off in a way that he couldn’t quite place.

But perhaps, he would have been able to, and maybe he could have even found a way to stop all it all before it even had a chance to begin… if only he had seen the faintest spark of unwelcome golden yellow invading Sora’s otherwise deep ocean blue eyes as he disappeared into the light.

#jen writes #keys to the kingdom #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts 3 #dream drop distance #sora #riku #mickey #donald #goofy #yen sid #xehanort #lea #ansem #xigbar #xemnas #i fuckin forget who else was here so asdlkjasdlkjasd fuck it #fanfiction

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