Between dreams and reality, death and life... Sora falls from Shibuya tower into another world.

Akira and friends find a boy who looks suspiciously like a video game character who won't wake up.

What hearts lie lost in that endless dark? Whose tales have been forgotten by even those who lived it?

The Warrior of Light remembers little of her own life, and far, far too much of others.

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The AU centered around my Warrior of Light, Mint.

The world has changed. The world is the same as it ever was.

The world has changed, and Noah hasn't, not quite. (Or maybe he's changed too much to slide back into place.)

It was said that keyblade wielders were almost able to see the future, on the battlefield. That no blow could touch them, and ambushes were seemingly useless against their powers.

And yet, they died out. One by one. By the tens. By the hundreds. Until, well.

In the end, as knowledge was lost, even keyblade wielders considered it a myth. An exaggeration by those rescued by a wielder, distorted by hundreds of years, and dozens of mouths.

...

Sora has heard these words, and fought these battles before.

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Each entry focuses on a different point in the time-line, and different characters, from BBS to KH1 to Union Cross.

It's been a long time since the heyday of the west, traveller. Once this place was the stomping ground of myths and legends... it still is, but the people aren't around to tell them anymore.

Three teens prepare for a journey into the unknown. One is a normal boy, blessed by his connections alone. One comes from a fallen city, and grips her new life tight. And the last is desperate to see new horizons, and escape this small town.

...the godlings are watching.

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A cowboy western horror story.

Left to her own devices, Kairi searches her heart for any clues to Sora's disappearance.

She finds someone there. Someone familiar...but entirely out of place.

A flickering form, barely even able to hold onto another's form... who are they? And why in all the Worlds are they in her heart?

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(A Kairi meets Player AU.)

A tale told across time. Someone tells it to their child by the campfire, a version told during the heyday of dragons where Arthur's wife is a dragon. The tales told in the wake of the betrayal. A dissection after it all, from someone aware of the Echo.

Or.

The legend of the Knights of the Round, from the beginning to the bitter end.

(or. a 4+1 story about eorzian folklore.)

The City's shops sell all sorts of books, if you go looking. Taion is happy to peruse them. Books about bunnits or heroes, or even origami.

(or; they say if you fold one thousand cranes, your wish will come true.)

(Time passes, inexorably.)

The Aranara, still, guard their forest, and their stories.

Of a Golden Nara.

Even from a Golden Nara.

For the first time, Ryuunosuke looked up at his best friend. He floated there, a centimeter above the bed, and even now it hurt and healed in equal measure to see him like this.

A ghost.

(Ryuunosuke wasn't alone.)


(Not yet.)

In the aftermath of the SS Burya, Ryuunosuke is handed a sword. It contains more than that. Dreams, sentiment... a soul.

“The outcome of the Sphere’s shattering is impossible to foresee… You may be lost forever… Trapped in a corner of time… A half-faded memory…”

Sixteen years before a young man may or may not have set out on a journey, rumors spread of the Luminary not just reborn, but returned from the stars above. With the newborn son missing, King Irwin finds himself caught between rebuilding his kingdom and finding out the truth about this ‘Luminary’.

In every age, there's a story, isn't there? The prophecy of world's end, the mythical Keyblade War, the Keyblade's chosen one.

But for every story, there's a storyteller. What are they saying, really? Just where does that story of theirs lead, in the end?

Created for FFXIVWrite 2023, this is a collection of oneshots with a theme of being 'in a scrapbook', with additional photos to go along with each piece. A variety of topics are within, from shot in the dark-verse fic, to new crossovers.