"I am not Ventus. His heart has become a part of mine now." When Ephemer heard what should have been Ven speak those words to Mickey, without confirming he was Vanitas, he'd known how the Master of Masters had faded, and what so many hearts had been lost for. Now Ephemer watched, grasping for trust Sora would sever the spiral of hate before history recurred. Revised and expanded.
Just under two-hundred Keyblade Wielders were under their care. The new Union Leaders were still too young, too inexperienced, too uncertain-but they had each other, and maybe that was enough. A collection of interconnected one-shots exploring the Union Leaders' lives and relationships after the Keyblade War (cross-posted to Ao3).
Four friends, a key, and now a name. Skuld only had the smallest bits and pieces of her previous life, but she'd use them to find out who she was—and try to become someone more than 'Subject X' in the process. (Cross-posted to Ao3.)
By far, Ven's got the most boring job at the flower shop; the cashier. Sitting day in and day out for someone to browse along the rows of flowers and gardening tools, then probably walk right out again. Sometimes an interesting thing would happen- but they were few and far between. [discontinued on FF, more chapters available on AO3]