Updates Every Sunday last updated - 07/09/2020 Ventus didn't expect to fall in love... Vanitas was already in love .... or so he thought .

Neither Vanitas nor Xion trusted people, until they met each other and got to know the good things life has to offer

Taylor and Carl, live in a shitty world. It's the ZA. Read on to see how they still love in the horrible world they live in. See the awful thinks that them, and their group has to deal with.

As it is from Quizilla, so shall it be here....as quizilla sucks. So this is a story all about how your life got flipped turned upsidedown. I'd like to take a minute just sit right down, I'll tell you how you became the stigma freak princess of Bel Air...Midgar...*ahem* Anyway, some of the numbering might be a little sporadic, but don't worry about it. This story is a transfer from my Quizilla rewrites, so that's why it might seem a little crazy in the beginning.

As the title says... It's a book full of oneshots but all of it are VanitasxReader because he doesn't get much love. .__.

He was just a normal student just like you.... That was what you thought. You never knew he would be a big part in your life. [This story would have a lot of BOC but has VanitasxReader as its main pairing. ]

hiii this story is a rokushi story a.k.a. a xion and roxas fanfic from kingdom hearts there will be different pairings like Namine and roxas, riku and xion and kiari and sora thnk u

Imagine what happened during the filming of the Kingdom Hearts series... Thanks to Yunru28 for the inspiration and idea - if you haven't read hers yet, go read it.

•Book One• ••• He'd never meant for this to happen. He screamed and cried out, but somehow his screams were lost in the slowly erupting battle around him, the Royal Guards themselves, not even realizing that their princes life was draining from his body. "Lou," He whispered, the boy beneath him in his arms did not reply, could not reply. As his uneven breaths became fainter and the warm crimson liquid on his hands increased, he could think of only one thing. The Gypsy he'd met in the square, who wore ravishing silk and studded bangles. And what she'd said to him. "My child, misfortune, I feel it spewing off of you, tis' sorrowful, the mere idea that thou art bearing it, proves you're strength. But the weight of a mountain is unbearable for even the most valiant steed. One day this will prove true. And on that day. You shall call out to me. You'll know where, you're feet will take you there. To where you met you're true love." To The Garden. •••