#haynus

[venjamin-kingdomhearts]

keep forgetting to share to tumblr but. here’s a revamped ven heart station i edited. it’s for an rp server i’m in where ven and hayner are pining for each other hence why hayner’s there 😳 but thought i’d post it here because i’m proud of it

uh i know it’s like. an edit and not actual art but pls don’t repost or use it urself.

said rp is @reconnect-re-union !

#kh #ventus #my art #hayven #or as some ppl call it #haynus #ig?

[quinoachaos]

forgot that I had this lying around and also 

HAPPY SEPTEMBER EVERYBODY ✨

#quinoa makes art #hayner #ventus #fall vibes #my favourite bois #haynus #hayven

[snowflake-of-destruction]

Haynus grass is greener

Very little actual Haynus, mentions of everything else under the sun except some of the ones this au was originally created for. Typing this directly into an ask response was a Mistake 

Save the date, the card pressed into Hayner's hands demanded in curling script overlaying a photo of Ventus with a dark haired woman in his arms. Their foreheads are pressed together and eyes are scrunched closed--tightly so they get creases at the edges that imply smile lines, a calculated gesture--but they still somehow look at peace despite how clear it is that they are posed and his wide smile is strained, possible from effort of keeping his fiancée lifted at the best angle for the photo for however long the photograph needs to set up shots when Ventus isn't used to lifting anything heavier than the brown leather man purse ("It's called a satchel, Hayner. Half my colleagues carry them.") he insists on carrying around even when he visits Hayner on the field, possibly from other reasons. They look happy. Hayner feels a tightness in his throat, so he turns the card over. 

SAVE THE DATE the card commands once more when turned, imperative not leaving Hayner a choice, and gives more information. 

Months away. He has time. 

Time for what he doesn't know.

"She's pretty," Hayner says, hoping casual compliments make up for a bitter tone that would have made him cringe if he had less discipline. He sounds like a jealous teenager. 

He should have said congratulations. You were supposed to say congratulations in these situations. Why did he remember something so basic so late? He can't say congratulations now it's not the first thing out of his mouth, or it's clear he's forcing the nicety.

"Xion's gorgeous," Ventus says her name like a love confession, enamored and oblivious to all else as he smiles at the photo on his desk--a new fixture in the office but an older picture-- that shows the same woman, much younger, clad in a blue and white striped bikini and holding a large blue sunhat on her head with one arm, sat on his lap. Ventus's smile is more carefree here, though the younger Ventus in the photo isn't looking at Xion but staring into the eyes of the boy that sits beside him, bronzed, muscled, and blue eyed with longish brown hair falling into his eyes. His mouth is slightly open so he may have said something just before the picture was snapped. A conversation would explain why Ventus's attention is distracted and the other man is paying no mind to the blue haired girl in the red and white beach sarong that matches the board shorts he's wearing with arms around his neck and cheek pressed to his.

The desk decoration would seem to indicate Ventus and Xion have been together for years, their relationship an immoveable constant even if they did take their time deciding to make commitment official, but Hayner knows better. 

He was left at the altar. The first piece of gossip Hayner had ever learned about Ventus at a faculty party a few years ago that had bored him until the blonde had walked into the room.  Ventus was called poor thing and brave for coming out, so it had been recent then. Hayner had introduced himself, made small talk, but any flirtation was an accident of natural charm. Hayner respected the relationship mourning period. They exchanged numbers, but it was to talk about Doctor Who and Legends of Tomorrow.  He wouldn't take advantage.  There wouldn't be whispers at the next party about how he'd swooped in while Ventus was vulnerable. Besides, when he'd put out a few  casual feelers with other party guests asking whether Ventus's mysterious would-be spouse with poor decision making skills had been a man or a woman the answer had been  disappointing, though he didn't presume that was the final word on Ventus's tastes. A guy could hope at least.

Hope wasn't unfounded as it turned out, but not everyone cared as much about gossip and appearances as Hayner did apparently.  Hayner waited three days to text Ven asking his opinion on his favorite Who companion. Ventus apologized when it took him a few hours to respond. He was out on a date. Vanitas said hi.

Vanitas was a mistake. For anyone at any time. Hayner should know. He struggled over how to tell Ventus without sounding too jealous or too knowledgeable, but Ventus learned quickly enough on his own. The lesson just didn't seem to stick with him. Ventus and Vanitas were on and off again for long stretches of time, hardly ever casual whether they were together or apart, during which Hayner played the role of sympathetic friend and confidante as he and Ventus grew closer. He'd given boyfriend advice and questioned  life decisions that had led to him being a romantic comedy trope, but he hadn't just been biding his time until he won in the end. Not just that. He enjoyed Ventus's company, and he wouldn't ask more than pizza nights, ballgames, and talks about how they didn't understand memes today or even back in their own day, and so were probably never cool. 

Then Vanitas left for a long weekend and came back with a wife. It should have ended the games. Instead, Hayner hadn't even had time to process the news brought to him by Ventus shoving his phone in his face as he elbowed his way through his front door into his living room, or scroll through the blurry, poorly composed pictures Vanitas had sent of him and a pretty, vaguely familiar redhead, standing in front of the Bellagio, posing with a white tiger, in what was only vaguely recognizable as a wedding chapel with what appeared to be a young Tina Turner wearing a balloon crown that matched the ones they were donning for that particular picture, and, in the final photo, flashing matching rings, before Ventus had tacked on, "So, then, I slept with my ex, which made me feel even worse. We're not getting back together...I don't think. It was more...I don't know what it was. I want to say solace, but I think it's revenge. I still want revenge."

Hayner forced out a few comforting words, soothed Ven that it couldn't be revenge. He was too good a person to use others like that, even if he had the thoughts. He'd been confused and hurt. It was understandable. Ventus should have come to him, not to his ex. 

Ventus had started to explain how he'd ended up with his ex, something about visiting his brother and finding the ex at Roxas's house, which should have raised even more red flags, but Ventus switched the subject halfway through and asked, "If I had come to you, do you think the night would have gone much differently?" too coy and composed to completely jive with the distressed image of a few minutes prior.

Over breakfast the next morning, they'd had a much more productive talk about Ventus's issues with both Vanitas and Xion, and what patterns needed to be broken before Ventus attempted any serious connection with someone new. Hayner had made it clear he didn't mind giving Ventus time and space to sort himself out. A little more waiting wouldn't hurt. A year of being single was what Ventus suggested for himself. 

Apparently, Ventus had decided he wanted to make the same mistake twice with the girl who had left him at the altar, and this had to be where Hayner drew a line.

"You'll come, right?" The faith in Ventus's eyes made him physically ill.

" 'Course." He never had a chance.

There were plays worth of monologues Hayner wanted to make, but words cut his tongue and the roof of his mouth like shards of glass when he tried to force them out.

A polite, perfunctory knock on the frame of the open door to announce that Ventus had another visitor, probably one more appropriate for his office hours, saved Hayner from his struggle. High hemline, pigtails, a parody of a cliche that asked, "Professor, is this a bad time? I need to talk to you about my last essay."  Hayner excused himself before the student could say she couldn't afford the bad grade Ventus had given her and she'd do anything to raise it. At least that's what Hayner uncharitably assumed the dialogue would be. 

Later, Hayner would be shown a picture of Strelizia Wynn and swear he didn't know her personally but he recognized her face and he'd seen her with Ventus on that day.

Both Ventus and Hayner ended up hurt by the fact Hayner hadn't walked away sooner.

#grass is greener verse #haynus #and a bunch of others #shaky-mayhemm

[moonshineeskz]

¿¿¿¿¿¿YUZURU HAYNU WERE ARE YOU??????

#yuzuru hanyu #beijing olympics #boy will appear out of the blue #I am seeing it #Appear skate take his gold medal and disappear again

[darksouldream]

Anime Study : Zero two by Haynu

#Zero Two #darling in the franxx

[sophia-helix]

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of two OGM, must be in want of a tall pairs skater to throw him around a bit

“It’s just fun!” Yuzu thinks. “Who wouldn’t want to be tall?”

Am I the only one that doesn’t really like Adam rippon? I just can’t stand his extra af personality. And before anyone bashes me or calls me homophobic I’m literally gay too, he just makes me a tad uncomfortable.

He is definitely an out-there person, and though I know it’s his stock in trade sometimes he’s a little too bitchy for my tastes, too. But like Johnny Weir, I suspect he’s gone through a lot of shit in his life and career, and I don’t blame him for taking advantage of his celebrity to be himself (and get paid). He doesn’t have to be to my tastes for me to be glad he’s doing well (and I wish Johnny were less bitchy, too).

Not OP but I find this statement “He’s a celebrity!” really sad because of how much Yuzu emphasizes time and time again that he is an athlete and NOT and idol (term for celebrity in Japan).

Wellll Yuzu would certainly rather be appreciated for his athletic skill than his looks or personality, but given how many product placements and media appearances he does, he does seem to have chosen to market himself as a celebrity/public figure. I’m sure he wants to make money and also raise the profile of figure skating, but celebrity isn’t something that just happened to him by accident, and he furthers it for his own advantages too. Which is fine! Being a skating celebrity is just his chosen career, however he describes it.

Feel free not to publish this if you don’t want to stir it up again, but to that anon who said they wished yuzu would be straight for his “happiness”, everyone else who responded to you was diplomatic, but I want to say: what you said was homophobic and extremely offensive to me as a gay person. If you really cared about yuzu’s happiness, you’d wish that being gay wasn’t so heavily demonized in our societies. (btw, there’s nothing “inappropriate” about daring to wonder if someone isn’t straight)

I do find it somewhat inappropriate to try to “figure out” someone’s sexuality based on public interactions, just because it can lead to reliance on stereotypes, but yeah, agreed, it was a homophobic statement at its core, whether or not the anon realized it. I referenced my own kid just because it’s a common parental sentiment to wish their child weren’t LGBTQ because it’s “difficult,” and like anon’s ask I know it comes from a place of love but it’s not really loving the whole person to think that way. “I hope if he’s gay he’s able to live a happy and fulfilled life wherever he is” is a better hope.

I was watching “Yuzuru Hanyu - Road to the Gold Medal” and the way that Yuzu talks about Javi and his program is kinda funny. “I know his layouts very well, I know Him like the back of my hand”. We love a spy training mate. Aparently, separated training sessions doesn’t stop Mr. Haynu.

Yeahhh I wonder if he watches footage or just sneaks looks during practice. He did say years ago he came to Canada in part to keep an eye on Javi….

#asks #yuzuru hanyu

[termints]

36 day plan of action @Termints no discipline no disgrace in your face Batman masked man masked avengers @Twitter @TheBipolareBattle o sure absentia absurd 36 day bengals Bennie bending end benine benign the meek vs the silverware spoons how refined not Arbus a bust redemption redundant 36 day back stabbing socialapath gentle multiple Cade the cadenced @Twitter multiple Cade the cadence the name of Mark yobbos stingiest stingiest. Singgoes nation binary inflation across the night sky who oh mat we say trying to inact the divergent Disney AI to make hands haynus premonition devotion we fete the the great super Solomon scomo SCOMO hey COBBA @Twitter is COBBLED me reduced my functioning for 3 days and accused me o f being a bot when Om no no for bout Brusselsprout 🌹💀💫🙏🧬👍📷🤘🤔✊🦠💚😷✅ @Termints @TheBipolarBattle not having This task tisk tisk tisk pandemic incubation incubator outbreaks 😷 gestates gesturing gestational Mutant Mutated Mutations 🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 bipedal crazy red head water shed ✊🍔😍🎸🍰Ⓜ️☹️🤬🤖🤫🤔😷🦠✅ has the penny dropped @snoopdogg sloops don’t dog MENULOG sprigs sorogs sprogs viewers noonday walkers heavy breathing rubbernecked gawkers quick steppers bye hecklers frenzy frenetic not never asthetic in our atmosphere viewers quick steppers noonday walkers night stalkers occasionals #russelcrowe ucken Crowe’s 🇨🇳🚯@scottmorrisonmp @danandewsmp#writing @scottmorrisonmp @danandewsmp#writing #believensucceed #creatives #gymheads #buddingchefs #influencers #social-lights @todayshow9 #karltodays09ism #regmombassa @time @thenewyorker (at Mutant Way) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDLp-4SpQMq/?igshid=73c90m18qzcc

#russelcrowe #writing #believensucceed #creatives #gymheads #buddingchefs #influencers #social #karltodays09ism #regmombassa

[aprilmillerphd-archive]

--April cries out and says, "Lemme talk t'him! Please--" It slips past more easily past her lips than she means it to but the man. Whomever he is. Tall, stronger than she is. Dangerous and unfamiliar, glances at his cohorts, and then nods. he is-- they're holding him tightly to the chair, guns trained on her more than he. She wonders if that is because he values her life more than his. It is a physically painful thing to drag herself across wet, bloody concrete to curl over his side. Something in her back twinges, a spike of searing, hot pain that leaves her gasping for breath for a moment. His eyes are the exact shade of bruise in this light. His jaw works around the bit in his mouth and someone jabs the muzzle of a gun painfully into her temple. "Say your piece or he will watch you die right now." April cups her fingers around his jaw, traces the straps from the bit up and around and says- "You are going to forget me," and in, Hebrew, "You are going to forget who you are and you are going to forget me and you won't know why and it is going to hurt--" Her head throbs, and her vision is doubling. She thinks she must have a concussion, the past several hours are a bit of a blur. he struggles futilely against his bonds and the click of a gun being cocked stills him. She presses her mouth to his temple and says, "You are going to hurt people, and you are going to hate yourself for it, you will hurt yourself. You may even hurt me. It is okay. You will be forgiven. You a r e forgiven--" "That's enough--" The man in charge starts striding forward and April says in a rush, "You are forgiven." and The Shema "---sh'ma yisrö-ayl, adonöy elo-haynu, adonöy echöd.---." It is not enough, as they drag her away and electricity dims the lights in the room, the muted screams of pain. Her last thought before unconsciousness takes her-- The Lord is King, the Lord was King, the Lord will be King forever and ever.

#drabbles #i woke up from this really intense scene in a dream #because i occasionally dream in hebrew #because that is my life i guess? #and this needed written

[pizzaismykatsudon]

Yuzuru Haynu skating to Yuri On Ice

I edited around a bit to better fit the music so that's why it's not all of Yuzu's worlds performance(plus the song was too short for his whole programme) 

please watch and support Yuzuru’s original performance if you liked this because honestly his programme was amazing

#i just really love yuzu guys #figure skating #yuzuru hanyu #Yuri on ice #Yuri!!! on Ice #yuri katsuki

[venjamin-kingdomhearts]

“When Ventus holds your hand, ya feel so grand! Your heart starts beatin’ like a big brass band!”

#kh #haynus #hayven #ventus #hayner #;-; i know this isn't great i just really love these two.... #and i have no clue how to draw hayner hair lmao be patient w/ me im learnin #myart #my art

[quinoachaos]

I’ve also been meaning to post this for a while!! 

Once again, many thanks to Xyzcl (Find them here on AO3) for this wonderful oneshot!! Please go read New Friends if you want some cute Hayner and Ventus moments 💕

#haynus #hayner/ventus #i could NEVER SAY NO TO MORE HAYNUS

[snowflake-of-destruction]

A long one this time since I’m “cheating” again and posting a selection from a random old draft so I’m not empty handed.

The spray of hot water from the showerhead seemed like a blessing from a god who’d been listening to the appeals Hayner had made over hours of practice in the overcast and heavily damp--but not raining, naturally, since Roxas had promised to call struggle practice if it rained outright instead of misting on and off. Hayner adored his friend and could think no wrong of him usually, but he was beginning to develop the paranoid delusion the help of several hidden, trained water spirit monsters had been enlisted to soak up the water in the clouds and keep the rain at bay, since he knew from the pictures Olette had sent him that it had been storming heavily on the other side of town all afternoon. 

Roxas kept saying he couldn't control all the weird monsters that still periodically appeared in Twilight Town, but those white zipper mouthed haunted onesies sure seemed to answer to him, and that Vanitas guy who'd dropped by last tournament had conjured three demon bunnies that he ordered around like servants, so it sure seemed like monster training was part of the whole "keybearer" deal. Roxas had explained the different between Heartless, Nobodies, Unversed and the special situations in the latter groups--Vanitas's relationship with the Unversed and the lesser Nobodies attuned to different masters that had once been more powerful Nobodies-- but it all seemed like semantics, excuses, and gibberish. To be fair, Hayner had a hard time paying attention when it had been explained because Roxas had ripped off his shirt after practice, and was standing with his Twilight Town University Tanukis struggle jersey slung around his neck, hair matted in ways that shouldn't have been attractive but were, and arms crossed behind his head, making it difficult to focus on anything but the muscles in his arms, the progress of a bead of sweat rolling slowly down his chest, or the flex of his stomach as he spoke, especially when the warm sound of his voice was so much more interesting than words. 

If it had been strategies for their first match of the upcoming season which included a face-off for Hayner against Dawn State's champion struggler, Edward "Edge" Geraldine, he could have retained it. That was important. The ins and outs of what legions of mutants could be trained and by whom? Unless Roxas was going to tell Hayner how he could master his own mutant army, or at least cop to being chief mutant wrangler himself, it was not nearly as interesting as wondering how likely he was to be able to pass it off as testing Roxas's reflexes or just seeing what what the look on his face would be if he kissed him right then in the middle of the struggle lot. Not that he would actually do it. He respected boundaries.

Hayner knew it was pathetic to still be crushing on his best friend when Roxas had been dating the same guy for “longer than he’s been alive” as Kairi had put it (however that worked). Axel had been a constant right from the start, already wrapped around Roxas--literally, hugging him from behind, arms wrapped loosely around him and chin resting on the top of Roxas's head while he wore a rather superior look that already knew Hayner wanted what he had and that reveled in rubbing it in, or so Hayner read into it at the time--when Hayner first awkwardly, unnecessarily introduced himself to him, handed him the picture of them from the fake Twilight Town Sora had given him that he was reluctant to pass on as much as he thought Roxas should have it, and told him, "I feel like I've known you my entire life." 

Hayner tended to write Axel out of that memory though, except when he was feeling especially masochistic, and only remember Roxas smiling so wide it crinkled the corners of his eyes and his voice warbling with emotion he'd rarely show easily in such force in times after, at least not directed toward Hayner, as he replied, "Please, can we pretend you have? I don't think my heart could stand it if we ever had to be strangers."

The friendship had continued like it had started. Roxas and Hayner were connected by invisible ties, instantly in sync, inside jokes about things that never actually happened already understood and able to finish each other's sentences. They challenged each other both to be better and, in other ways, so much worse than they were separately (The incident where they switched out the scheduled movie for the outdoor theater by Tram Common with a home video of various Twilight Town denizens not aware they were being filmed sprang to mind, as did the incident with Seifer and the feathers). 

Even so, it was always Axel who had Roxas's greatest devotion, and he'd go spiraling back to the redhead like they were magnetized, even when they fought, even the year Axel took off with his ex-boyfriend ("His best friend! Isa's just his friend like you're mine!" Hayner remembered Roxas's protestations well, and the shadow of doubt and pain in his eyes that Hayner had cursed himself for not being quite selfish enough to encourage. "And they're not on vacation. They're on a mission. They're looking for someone. Axel invited me to go. I was the one who said I wanted to stay here") and they only kept in contact by gummi phone. Roxas loved Axel more than his own life; he said as much, often and with vehement determination like he expected arguments.

It wasn't that Hayner didn't want to argue, but the injustice of Roxas being skateboard in the sky, face scraping the pavement in love with Got It Memorized the Former Kidnapper instead of him was matched by the fact that Axel wasn't a jerk, a cheater, or any of the other things Hayner had tried to paint him as in his mind in the beginning. Axel was constantly mocking him, that Hayner had been right about, but, other than that, he was, as much as Hayner wished it weren't so, a pretty cool guy, funny as hell, always had your back in a fight, and loved Roxas to the point of stupidity--and Hayner was forced to respect it...mostly.

Hayner tried to tell himself that he and Roxas were too similar in all the ways that would make them get on each other's nerves (too much to prove always, too impulsive, too quick to lose their cool, too used and turning everything into competition and too committed to always being the winner) and too different in ones that would leave them working up hill when it came to trying to carve out any long-term plans as well as soon scrambling for things to talk about other than taste in bands, boards, struggle, or what a dick Seifer could be--and even those sometimes failing after Roxas had shifted to offworld music rather than local, solar boards over skateboards, and had seen a "entirely different Seifer" during his brief relationship with Xion. Even knowing each other well enough to predict each other's thoughts was a curse when you thought about how hard it would make necessary white lies or trying to end a fight when you weren't yet completely sorry, particularly considering that, when Hayner reflected on it, he found he didn't regret any mean comment he had made in his entire life. 

Hayner also tried the tactic of reasoning with himself that he loved Roxas, but wasn't even really in love with him, or even consistently in lust as Roxas could ruin any effect he had with a single flash of self awareness, the kind that tended to solidify to outright conceit and smugness (gods Roxas could preen when he remembered he was pretty) that left a bitter edge in Hayner long after it faded. Even with all these tactics though, and every bit of good advice he could tell himself, Hayner couldn't shake that feeling he'd had since he first laid eyes on Roxas in the alternate Twilight Town's group photo outside the Old Mansion. He knew in his bones he was born to love that face as surely as if soulmate imprints had stepped out of science fiction and become real alongside the magic and aliens that had come to populate Twilight Town.

Hot water made everything seem better and brighter, loosening tight muscles and sweating out every problem until it existed no more. The memory of the fall he'd taken during practice, particularly brutal to his pride if not physically devastating, when he'd spun at a bad angle that made his left knee buckle, the ankle underneath it scream, and threw off his center of gravity swirled down the drain with dirt and grit picked up from the struggle lot pavement. Soon after it went the mud Roxas had smushed through his hair when he'd ruffled it after practice, laughing and ducking away as Hayner swung at him with the bat still in his hands and managing somehow to carry on laughing harder even while wincing in pain when the bat connected with a crack. A large purple splotched bruise had already been forming by the time Roxas left the locker room after the post-scrimmage strategy talk,  still covered in a layer of half dried sweat and with his hair sticking up more than usual on one side (Roxas didn't shower on campus after practice. Hayner only made the mistake of asking about it once. Roxas showered at home. Hayner had been informed of this with a wink form Roxas and a cheerfully lewd remark about how Axel liked him dirty). Hayner was sure he'd feel guilty when he saw the bruise in full form next time he saw Roxas, but, in the moment, Hayner had thought Roxas deserved it--and even more once he started questioning where Roxas had gotten mud in the first place and what implications it had for the theory Roxas was controlling weather. 

Lathering shampoo through his now mud-free hair and scrubbing harder at his scalp than necessary to also banish continued thoughts of his blond best friend, Hayner found himself startling and nearly slipping on the slick tile of the shower floor when he heard none other than the voice he was trying to banish calling out tentatively, "Hey! Hey? Sorry for bursting in on you."

 Hayner recovered, head snapping from side to side comically as if he'd find Roxas lurking in the corner of the stall when he should have known from the distance of the voice that Roxas was likely  on the other side of the locker room with the actual lockers and benches. If that was the case though, why was Roxas apologizing for bursting in? 

Hayner was still puzzling through it when Roxas continued shouting to him, this time something with a lot higher stakes in possible meaning. "Axel's already left for Wonderland and I thought you might still be here." 

Hayner let out a strangled noise of confusion that would have been him playing it cool and asking what he could help Roxas out with if his voice hadn't betrayed him. Shampoo dripped into his eye and it took him a second to even register the burn.

"I'll just sit out here and wait for you I guess, if you don't mind?" 

Hayner was concerned he had actually slipped in the shower and hit his head and was now suffering from a dying dream or concussion. 

"You're awfully quiet." The trepidation was back in Roxas's voice, and it caused an answering sympathetic flutter of nerves to tingle down Hayner's body and rest low. "I'm not talking to a stranger, am I? Or a ghost who turned on a faucet? That would be embarrassing."

"I'm here," Hayner found his voice but it refused to cooperate beyond those two words. His body was slightly more tractable, agreeing with his brain that he needed to wash the shampoo out of his hair and attend to washing the rest of him as swiftly as possible and not keep Probably A Dream Roxas waiting. He turned the water temperature up even higher. Maybe if he boiled himself until his flesh melted he might find a backbone under his skin and actually be able to carry on a conversation (and be able to follow through with whatever Dream Roxas was proposing so he wouldn't be left with a regret that would follow him until he died). 

“Do you have a cold? Your voice sounds a little weird.” 

“Weird how?” He squeaked and then overcompensated like a sitcom character, rumbling, “Weird how?” in a gravelly tone as he turned off the water and reached for his towel.

“Less like listening to a recording of my own voice,” the wry and completely nonsensical in Hayner’s opinion, reply came, Roxas’s voice quieter but a lot closer.

“I never thought we sounded alike.” Hayner finger combed his hair and wrapped the towel securely around his waist before performing a mental countdown to pysch himself up before stepping out of the stall to meet what turned out to be a complete stranger. Hair too long and a shade too light to be Roxas’s falling over the collar of a pale blue and  sunflower print kimono jacket Roxas wouldn’t be caught dead in. The absence of a tan and the addition of freckles were further confirmation of an eerie but imperfect doppleganger, but the dumbfounded look with lack of recognition in the eyes was the real cincer.

“You’re not Roxas!” Two voices chorused in near unison.

#hayner #hayrox #hayven #haynus #fanfiction #snippets

[quinoachaos]

Forget about On the Free Side for a moment. When are you and Born going to start posting the HayVen AU and can you talk a little more about that? You know you want to

Hayven/Haynus is constantly on my mind and that’s not even a joke. There is content coming ... soon 😏✨

#haynus #quinoa rambles #snowflake is my north star #new heart hotel

[venjamin-kingdomhearts]

one day i’ll make hayner/ventus popular. i’ll populate the damn hayven tag myself

#kh #ventus #hayner #hayven #it’s NOT haynus i refuse to use that ship name #TALK TO ME ABOUT THEM BTW!!!!!

[snowflake-of-destruction]

WIP ASK GAME

Originally Posted by WitchyAngela , even though I am starting a new thread to make it a shorter post that is easier on people’s dashes. 

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(I am going to break the rules, because I don’t want to bother that many people.)

I was tagged by @chibibinch

1.Infinite Depths

2. Cannot Call It Joe Mode

3. If Your Boyfriend has a Beef

4. Spare Sk8 Fic  [This one is a collection of other files now all put into one like trash trash garbage is for Kingdom Hearts]

5. PLEASE BETH (Trio Week)

6. Loveblossom at it again

7. Soriku Christmas 

8. AKRK BB

9. Sk8 the Infinity Train

10. Prompts That Are In Your Ask Box Ho

11.  Yes While Driving

12. Form 7

13. Guardian Force

14. Hourglass

15. Haynus Crimes

16. Drowning

17. Poems

18. India Ink

19. Coffee Shopp

20. au discussion wolf atla

21. Animorphs AU

22. Axel’s Moving Castle

23. WFH2

24. Remnants

25. trash trash garbage

26. GiG

27. xehadesk

28. MEGA CANCELLED

29. Cam Birthday

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Haynus and Peter Pan

There are two ways to interpret this and you betcha by golly I’m going to list headcanons for both.

Ship: Hayner and Ventus in Au: Neverland/Peter Pan story

We’re going to borrow from Jodi Lynn Anderson’s Tiger Lily for a second here and say that the denizens of Neverland stop aging whenever they experience the most significant moment of their lives (or something of that effect).

Ventus has been sixteen for two hundred years, which isn’t odd, but he can’t for the life of him remember what happened to stop him aging.

He delivers that line repeatedly, lightheartedly and with a practiced smile, but it really does haunt him

Ventus is not a feral teenager like the Lost Boys, but rather lives more akin to Swiss Family Robinson, constantly innovating, like the Lost Boys could if their minds weren’t elsewhere. (If we’re going Jodi Lynn Anderson again, Ventus would have been the one who created the pulley and zipline systems, but we’re not because I like Neverland to have more of its magic and flight by pixie dust). He lives in a truly impressive multi-level tree house with Terra and Aqua

The Lost Boys show up every once in awhile, sometimes to raid the food supply--TVA save for bad harvests/cold weather/monsoon and the Lost Boys obviously do not-- and for game nights that always leave someone with a broken bone, and sometimes just to prank them. Aqua typically wants to chase the Lost Boys off because she’s seen their true colors. Ventus remains too soft-hearted, and also sometimes enjoys their company

Aqua and Terra are not Ventus’s parents. This is important, NOT PARENTS. FRIENDS. This is a PSA. They live together because it’s lonely and dangerous to live alone and they are a found family, but Ventus takes care of Aqua and Terra as much as they take care of him

Ventus still ends up feeling lonely sometimes though until Hayner’s boat washes up on the beach.

This is a modern au so Hayner, Pence and Olette’s shipwreck is a catamaran that belonged to Pence’s father that they took out for an afternoon joyride, most likely without permission. Do not try this at home. High schoolers do not steal your parent’s boats. They were not that far from the marina when fog rolled in with supernatural quickness. They tried to head back but found themselves beached on Neverland worlds away instead.

The boat appears largely undamaged but refuses to sail. The solution is obviously to fly back to Twilight Town, but we’re not there yet

Olette gets abducted by the Lost Boys to play mother. Jokes’ on them because she doesn’t know how to cook or sew or any domestic art, and while she can be an organized authority figure, she organizes half the Lost Boys in a better attempt at a serious raid and then epic pranking on Terra, Aqua and Ventus.

Pence becomes the Lost Boy’s mother instead. Gender roles be damned.

When Ventus first meets Hayner he is in the process of being drowned by the mermaids. Ventus fights them off and then talks them out of trying again

When Hayner sees Ventus flying he thinks he’s an angel

Yes, Ventus has pixie friends that lend him the power of their pixie dust. Several, in fact, because he treats them with respect and listens to their ideas, and builds them little “vacation homes” for when they come visit him.

Ventus and Hayner make the round of Neverland’s sights, the beauty and the danger.

Hayner tries to describe things like computers and fast food to Ventus and it just comes across like he’s from a magical land too. The cellphone confirms it

Lots of selfies and sharing earbuds listening to music until the phone dies

Hayner challenges Peter to a struggle match with the stakes of not stealing from or messing with Ventus even when he makes it easy

Hayner loses and has to be Peter’s slave for a month. Ventus challenges Peter, calling him chicken if he doesn’t agree. Ventus wins Hayner. Nobody asks how all the Neverlanders know what a chicken is when there seem to be no chickens native to the island

Homemade skateboards and using skull rock as a skate park

Hayner cuts through the thimble kiss misconception really quickly and there are kisses under the stars

Yeah, eventually the story goes like it always does. The catamaran is enchanted to fly when Hayner, Pence and Olette are ready to leave

Hayner still struggles with wanting to stay behind though. “Ventus, you are my happy thought”

But it’s not to be and neither can Ventus leave Neverland behind to follow him

Bittersweet ending with window visits through the ages. To twist the knife further, Hayner marries Roxas in this au. Full Neverland AU experience

Ship: Hayner and Ventus and Peter Pan with AU: KIngdom Hearts Canon

While you would think it would be Roxas or Sora who show Hayner, Pence, and Olette the worlds, they become too busy, half legitimately and half  out of design as they encourage Ventus toward Hayner because it’s my au and I say so. Olette and Pence decline for the same matchmaking reasons, claiming they don’t want to get Ventus in trouble for breaking World Order

Hayner can’t fly at first so Ventus offers to carry him. While they are arguing about whether Ventus could, that’s when Peter shows up

Peter is blown away that Ventus hasn’t changed since they met twelve years ago. It’s significant. Everyone moves on

Ventus is blown away Peter still remembers him. Peter isn’t known for having the longest memory. He changes playmates often.

Hayner sees they are having A Moment and his feet are even more rooted to the ground until Peter asks Ventus who his “cute friend” is and suddenly he feels a bit lighter

At first Peter and Ventus still need to stabilize a wobbling Hayner, or at least that’s the excuse for them all holding hands while flying

Hayner learns to speak pixie just so he can know what names Tink is calling him and Ventus and to use them back and add even more creative curses . This is when Peter falls in love.

Peter gets mad that Ventus and Hayner still have lives outside Neverland, as is his nature, but they teach him eventually they will always come back

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