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boa-h · 10 months

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【Kibutsuji Muzan】 Mean!

*high school dessert shop au

*human+sick+rich Muzan

*fluff, a little OOC

Ring.

The bell rang as the door of the small dessert shop was pulled open.

“Welcome!” You stood up from your stool at the back of the counter, surprised by a sudden customer during such a lazy hour of the day. “Eh? Riku-san?” Your eyes landed on the figure of the tall butler of the Kibutsuji family before drifting to the person he was holding the door for, “Muzan?”

The teen’s pale skin was even paler on such a rainy day, which made a fine contrast with his beautiful ruby eyes, gloominess took over his young features as usual. Muzan stepped into the shop and dismissed his butler that was a head taller than him. Riku bowed to the both of you before closing the door, returning to the black G-Wagon that was parked outside and drove away.

“Welcome.” You repeated, putting on a wider, sweeter smile as you leaned your elbows on top of the counter

“Do you smile like that to everyone who walks in this door?” He asked, red orbs peered into yours. Just as you were about to answer him, he threw you another question, pointing his slim finger at you, “Why are you working here anyway? Wearing such ugly uniforms.”

You puffed out your cheeks, a small thump on the floor created by your heel showed frustration, “Is this how you’re going to start your day with me? Mean, you’re so mean!” You backed away from leaning on the counter, “Now, dear customer, I would rather you sit down somewhere as I make you a warm cup of tea, so you don’t accidentally get a fever again like the last time you went out during a rainy day.” You turned away from him as you reached for the teapot.

Muzan stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking again, “Come here.” He ordered.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “No,” you rejected, before focusing on your hot water again.

“You— ACK!” His sentence was stopped by an intense coughing fit. Muzan brought his pale hand up to cover his mouth while the other one clutched onto his stomach as he slouched in pain.

“Muzan!” You rushed out from behind the counter after grabbing a bottle of water. Patting his back and leading him to the nearest chair, you sat him down and lowered yourself next to him. “Want a sip of water while you wait for the tea?” You asked gently, twisting open the new bottle of water and placing the bottle mouth near his soft lips. He leaned forward and you tipped the bottle downwards so the water could flow into his mouth.

“Better?” You wiped off the water that dripped from his lips to his chin.

He almost nodded before turning his head away from you, covering his nose. “Too sweet.” He said, distancing his upper body away from you, “You smell too sweet… and smokey too.”

“It’s only ‘cause I’ve been in a bakery all day.” You frowned and sniffed your sleeves, “Do I smell so bad that you have to turn away from me?”

He looked back at you and nodded. You stood up and thumped on the floor once again — a bad habit really.

“So mean! Fine, whatever, sit and wait for your tea, I’m gonna call Riku-san to pick you up.” You huffed, turning away to walk back behind the counter, but stopped when Muzan wrapped his fingers around your wrist.

“No, you’re going home with me.” He simply stated before letting you go again.

“Huh? Wait, really? I’m spending the night at your house today?” You asked him, voice coated with excitement. “Do my parents know? Should I call them?”

“No, Riku called already.” He said.

“Yes!!” You cheered, but stopped when you realized something, “Wait, but my shift ends at 9, there’s still a few hours left, you shouldn’t wait here all day.” You bent over, face extremely close to his.

“That’s what I’m saying.” He furrowed his brow in annoyance, “Just quit already, you act like I don’t have enough money to keep you well.”

“But.. but I just wanna earn some extra allowance.” You frowned as well, your voice dragging the pronunciation of certain words to show you’re upset. “Plus, the owner of this place is very nice, I don’t have a proper reason to quit.”

“I told you that I’d— ack!” He started coughing again, but this time not as intense, “You-” His sentence was interrupted again by the bell, alerting that someone had opened the door.

“Welcome!” You looked over instinctively, “Ah! Aoki-san!” You called out the surname of the store owner respectfully.

“Oh my, what’s happening here.” The older male looked at Muzan in surprise, as he was still panting from the coughing fit earlier, “Kid, are you alright? You look awfully pale.”

Muzan’s eyes suddenly widened and he took a hold of your wrist again, panic written all over his ruby eyes, but only you could tell. “Do I look awfully pale? Do I look like I’m going to die any second from now?”

“I- I mean, you do look pale but you’re always pale, but it’s not like you’re gonna die anyti-”

“You’re just waiting for me to fall over dead right? So you can elope with another healthy man, and you’re gonna leave me here all by myself. But I’m telling you, you’re never gonna leave me, as long as our wedding contract is still signed by both of our parents! If I die, I’ll make you marry my corpse!” He grit his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot with anger and jealousy, his grip on your wrist tightened subconsciously and a few coughs escaped his mouth.

“Ow! It hurts!” You placed your other hand on top of his, trying to pry him off, “Who would I elope with? I like you the most out of everyone, but you’re always so mean to me, but I really do like you a lot!” You sobbed to him, “Wahhh!! You’re so mean! So mean!”

“Hey, kids…” Aoki tried to step in, it was his store after all, he wouldn’t want two high schoolers to make a ruckus and scare away customers, although today is really not a busy day… at all…

“You stay outta this!” Muzan snapped at the rather confused adult, pulling your sobbing form closer into an embrace, as if Aoki was the one who made you cry.

“No, I mean.. maybe you guys can go upstairs and sort things out, it’s a storage attic, I just cleaned it before the store opened today.” He pointed to the stairs that led to the attic.

“Tch.” Muzan shot him a glance before standing up and walking to the stairs, with you still in his arms.

“Just make sure not to do anything inappropriate up there!” Aoki called from behind.

It wasn’t so unreasonable how Muzan had said those words, as your marriage engagement wasn’t even your decision. There was a marriage contract signed the moment you two were born, because your mothers are best friends. They had made a promise even before high school, saying that if one gives birth to a boy and the other gives birth to a girl, then they would marry each other, unless they don’t fall in love and break the engagement themselves upon turning 16. But 17 years flew past like a winged monster, yet the engagement still holds strong as steel.

“Look at me.” Muzan called out your name softly, placing you on his lap as he sat on the newly cleaned floor, back pressed against the wall. His hand cupped your cheek and guided your gaze to meet his. “That was my fault, my apologies.” He brought your wrist that was red from his grip up to his lips and planted a soft kiss. “I can give you anything you want, but I cannot let you away from me, that is one thing I cannot grant you.”

“I want oden.” You sniffed your nose, “Mom’s oden. Tonight.” You referred to Muzan’s mother.

“I’m sure she already plans on making it.” He wiped away your tears, “She left for groceries right before I left the house, but I’ll let her know regardless.”

You stayed silent for a minute, head against Muzan’s chest, “Can I go back to work?” You muttered your question. “I’ll make you your tea.”

“Why can’t we just go home right now, we have tea at home too.” He frowned, pissed how you’re choosing work over him.

“Because I told Aoki-san that I could work full day today.” You looked up at him, frowning as well.

“Quit.” He repeated for the nth time today.

“N- Ah!” Your voice was cut off by your own yelp that escaped your lips as Muzan slapped your bottom rather harshly.

“I don’t care, we’re going home now.” He says.

“So mean! You’re so mean!!”

#kibutsuji muzan #demon slayer #muzan x y/n #muzan x you #muzan x reader #demon slayer oneshot #demon slayer fanfic #boa-h

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strayheartless · 7 months

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oh I want to write a Coffee shop AU... oh I want to write it so bad!

I'm thinking a little artisan book/Coffee shop in Radient Gardens. its family owned. Sora is working there because he likes the quiet and the smell, and hes actually really good at making coffee.

I don't like "its the only job that was going" tropes. I want soft Sora in a flannel shirt and comfy jeans; tea towel slung over his shoulder and a little apron on. I want Riku in glasses and a comfy hoodie coming in to hide from the noise outside. I want Sora coming round the corner of the stacks to offer Riku a comfy chair and a coffee. I want Riku blushingly embarrased at being caught halled up in the corner with a book he's been looking for, for weeks.

I need soft autumnal folk music playing softly in the background. The smell of ground coffee and baking cinnomon on the air. I need them to be the only people in the shop that day. I need them to just be content to exisist in each others space.

I'm imagining Riku coming back the next day with his masters work and just sitting in the same chair doing his work. I'm seeing Sora getting concerned that all he's seen Riku ingest in the past two days is Coffee, so he slips away from the counter in a queit moment to ask him if he would like anything to eat. And Riku denies needing to eat, but sora can see that his hands are shaking with how much Caffine he's had without anything on his stomach. So Sora makes him a sandwich.

I'm imagining Riku is a Masters student who is terrible at taking care of himself. Like, legitimatly aweful. How he hasn't died or at least been hospitalised yet is anyones guess.

I'm imaginging Riku coming in every day for weeks. I'm imaginging one day someone else turns up with him. An older man with chesnut brown hair, who is has a bag full of ancient language texts.

I'm imaginging Terra coming over to get a refill on their Coffees and thanking Sora for getting riku to eat regularly.

Thats how Sora learns that Terra is not (as he'd thought) Riku's professor, he's his adoptive Father. He learns that Riku got his love of archeology and ancient langugase from Terra and that was how they met; when Riku's school came to the museum where Terra worked at the time.

He learns the sweet story of how Riku was so fasinated by what Terra did that he used to sneak in to the ancients exibit every week until Terra noticed he was there. He also learns that Riku is incredibly awkward and will simply visit the same spot every day in the hopes that the person he likes will make the first move.

Sora is incredibly charmed by the fact that it turns out that Riku has been crushing on him for weeks and Terra had just had to meet the barista who had been keeping his son from starving to death.

I desperatly want Sora to use his lunch hour to eat with Riku after that and listen to him rant about his favorite ancient societies. He understands less than half of it but he likes watching Riku's eyes light up when he talks.

I just need soft Coffee shop AU vibes. no pain, no sorrow, just good old fashioned falling in love over books and lattes.

#kingdom hearts #kh sora #kh1 #kh2 #kh3 #kh riku #soriku #terra kh #Kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts au #coffee shop au #soriku au #soriku fic #soriku coffee shop au

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xsweetelegantdisasterx · 4 months

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Secret Santa 🎅 time!

@thistaleisabloodyone here is your gift from me ♡

Title: Greatest Gift of All.

Genre: Fluff, AU (I made Riku a different form of artist. I hope you don't mind 😬)

W/C: 1192

Pairing: Riku & OC 1

Merry Christmas Tale!! I Hope you had a great one. Sorry it's late, but I hope you like it. ♡

Himari noticed Riku for the thousandth time come and go at the Café she worked at. Every single time, they would sneak glances at each other without it being too obvious. He was always so soft-spoken with her, trying to make small talk. Where she shrugged it off as he was being kind, he just wanted her to know he existed. Anytime he came in, he had a designated spot by the window. He also always had smudges on his hand that she could never pinpoint the reasoning. She understood since he always brought a notebook and pencils, laying them out surgically like tools. Hours upon hours, he'd spend doing things in his notebook. It did draw curiosity from Himari, wondering what he was up to, but she never pushed to ask. She just figured it was for his eyes only. Riku looked up from studying his book, just enough to see Himari. She had a nice smile. One that decorated her eyes as well. Riku liked that. It was genuine and gave him butterflies, which he had never felt before.

Christmas was around the corner, which meant the perfect time for hot chocolate. He ordered two, which threw Himari off since he was alone, but she figured he just wanted an extra one. She brought them out, placing the mugs on the table leaving Riku admiring the tree in the whipped cream.

“Excuse me Himari,” he gathered his nerves to talk to her, “the other is for you.”

She looked bewildered, “For me?” she turned slowly meeting his glance.

“Mhm. You're always on the go, I believe you deserve more than just a simple thank you. Please sit,” He pointed at the seat right in front of him.

Himari wiped her hands on her apron as she obliged. She was beginning to get tired and cold, this was a kind gesture of him to do. He was easy to open up to. One thing she noticed, was how attentive he was when she spoke. He gave her his full attention. In all the years of being in customer service, she never had that happen.

“Thank you Riku, this is kind of you,” she intertwined her fingers around the mug to feel warmth.

Himari just stared off, before he broke her concentration elsewhere.

“You decorated the place nicely,” He took a sip.

“Oh no, I didn't do this. Honestly my heart wasn't in it this year, so I can't take the credit. This was all their doings,” she looked over at him forcing a smile.

This year wasn’t the best for her, being the first Christmas she wasn’t able to spend with her family. She didn’t explain much, but she tiptoed around the topic. Riku glanced down at his book, as she didn’t notice the shift in his glance. It was sad for him that she wasn’t the normal upbeat person he had known for a long time. Times were just rough, making it hard for her to afford going back home.

Snow was gently falling from the sky as it started decorating the sheets in a beautiful white blanket. The way the flakes danced in the sky, was truly a sight to behold. Himari wasn’t feeling at all the Christmas spirit that her coworkers were engulfed in. Families far and wide surrounded the dinning room, making Himari miss hers. He felt sadness in his heart that he never felt before. They finished their hot chocolate as Himari picked up the mugs. He packed up his items, placing them in his bag. When Himari walked back into dining room, Riku waved bye. She shot him a smile waving.

Himari stepped outside momentarily to feel the cold wind blowing. Before Riku, she never tried to put much thought in missing Christmas, but talking to him relieved a lot of worries and stress off her shoulders. Every breath she took, she could see the steam. Her neighbors really knew how to decorate, their lights illuminating the streets. She was just happy about the snow. Himari skimmed her foot in the snow, looking around to make sure she was alone. A thought crossed her mind as she sat in the snow lying back, arms out to her side. The thought that she looked ridiculous did cross her mind, but she didn’t care. She raised her arms, spreading her feet apart making a snow angel. The only problem was that it would be ruined once she tried to get up. Suddenly, a voice broke her train of thought.

“Here, take my hand,” Riku extended his hands for her to grab.

She jumped up to her feet next to Riku admiring her work. She wasn’t artistic to say the least, so seeing something so beautiful come from her, was exhilarating. He looked over at her smiling, happy to see that expression decorating her face once more.

“What are you doing here Riku?”

“I think I left something at the Café.”

“Oh, well we can go see about that,” she led him to the door.

Once they got inside, he walked over to the table where they were sitting earlier. He looked it over a few times as he returned handing her a present. She was stunned at his actions, but took the present thanking him.

“I wanted you to have this. I hope you like it.” Riku placed his hands in his pockets nervously awaiting her to open it.

Himari sat down as she unwrapped the gift slowly. She was staring back at herself. Riku had sketched her at some point, capturing her beauty. She smiled as she looked up at him, jumping up wrapping her arms around his neck. He reciprocated the hug, just happy she liked it.

“It’s beautiful Riku, thank you. This is the nicest gift I’ve ever received.”

“You’re welcome Himari. Merry Christmas. I just wish I could make it better for you.”

“You already have, but I’m sorry I don’t have anything in return.”

“You’re enough. Listen Himari, I’ve tried thinking of different ways to explain how I felt.”

“Wow Riku. So you’re asking me out?”

A grin formed around the corners of his lips as he nodded. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, but why me?”

“You are the only lady that has ever controlled my emotions. I laugh when you laugh. When you smile, my heart literally smiles, I’m not sure how but it does. When you’re sad or look like you’re brooding, I just want to make all your negative intrusive thoughts disappear. I would love the chance to be that and more, if you’d let me.”

Himari thought for a second before looking back at him. She did like Riku and liked the fluttering sensation she gained whenever he spoke, so she nodded.

“I guess we can give this a try,” she ran her hands through her ponytail playing with her hair.

He approached her once more placing her chin lightly in his hand. They met halfway as they shared a slow loving kiss. She felt a smile form on his lips, as he looked up. Wanting to see what stole his attention, she noticed mistletoe right above their heads.

“Merry Christmas Himari, you’re the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”

#the rampage from exile tribe #the rampage #fanfiction #the rampage riku #the rampage fanfiction #my fanfic 👾#secret santa

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cozfics · 11 months

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Impatience (Aqua x Reader)

Request:would u write an aquaxreader based right after kh 3 please ? (not platonic tho)

Word count: 1.2k

Tw:blood for like 5 seconds?

notes:Sorry for the wait, I had a long week at work this week, and I'll be honest. I haven’t written at all in like 6 years now. I’m really excited to get back to writing though!

You took in a shaky breath as you lowered my keyblade. Was it truly over? Was Xehanort really beaten? Does that mean that you finally get to rest? Finally, after 10 years? Your body ached in ways you hadn't even realized was possible. The battle had been the toughest thing you had ever done. You took a quick glance towards your friends. They all looked as beaten down and tired as you felt. Each and every one of them had fought their hardest. And they all had your respect for that. Especially Roxas, Riku, and Sora. Kairi too. They all had either little or no training, and they fought with ferocity. Like they were desperate to prove themselves. I turned to my other side, glancing at my old friends. Aqua, Terra, and Ven. They had all fought hard too. Aqua and Ven had been on a warpath to reunite our little friend group. You don’t think you had seen your friends that mad since… well ever. Definitely not any time before you had decided to stay in the room with Ven for the last 10 years. It felt absolutely wild to you that 10 years had passed since then.

Wow, maybe the adrenaline was talking but your thoughts were definitely going a mile a minute. And that became painfully obvious when the group broke off, milling about to check over themselves and their friends for any lasting injuries that hadn’t been healed or noticed before. Ventus and Terra were deep in conversation while Aqua started her way over to you. Now this brings on a silly little problem, which honestly after everything you went through kinda feels stupid. You had a big crush on the keyblade master. You had been hopelessly crushing on her since you were teens under Eraqus’s tutelage. You’d been meaning to confess and just get it over with, but it just never felt like the right time. She had either been busy with keyblade training, or she had just… not been alone. And by the light, if you were going to get rejected you definitely did NOT want an audience to your humiliation.

The thing about a near-death experience is that it really puts things into perspective, and makes you realize you may not have time to wait until that elusive perfect moment. Maybe you should just suck it up and confess to her now? You made eye contact with Aqua and immediately felt any blood that had stubbornly stayed in your body during the war immediately rush towards your face. The other thing about a near-death experience is it makes you think crazy and stupid things that you should absolutely NOT do because it could destroy your friendships you quickly decided.

Aqua made it to you within seconds. “(Y/n)..” she muttered, gently putting her hands on your face. Oh god. You could die right here and you’d be happy. “When’d you get this?” Aqua asked. You were suddenly aware of a painful sting on your forehead. Oh. You must have taken a hit in battle and not even realized it. You didn’t even get a chance to answer her before she was casting curaga.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” You told her. Okay come on (Y/N), you can do this. “Actually Aqua. I uh... Wanted to ask you something.” There, if you throw yourself in the deep end you have no choice but to confess. No chickening out. At least that’s what you want to believe.

“Oh, what would you like to ask?” Aqua asked, pulling her hands back. Her head cocked slightly to the side, making her hair cover her matching eyes slightly. Her gaze held such a softness in it, a stark contrast to the way her eyes had been just an hour ago, narrowed in the desperate analyzing way that battle called for. I was almost tempted to brush the hair out of her face, she’d probably let me. We had been friends for so long.

Friends. Focus. That’s what you were doing! “Aqua, I uh. I’ve been meaning to ask you something for a while now.” You started. You could feel butterflies in your stomach, twisting and turning. Why was this the most nerve-wracking thing you had done today? “Aqua I-”

Another thing about near-death experiences. They tend to bring into perspective how short life is. In other words, they tend to make you impatient. Maybe that’s why you didn’t get to finish that sentence before you were cut off. “(Y/n), would you like to go out sometime?” Aqua suddenly blurted out. Even she seemed surprised by it. You must have looked incredibly disappointed at losing your chance to ask because she quickly backpedaled. “I’m sorry I just wanted to ask since I came back from the Realm of Darkness and it’s okay if you don’t want to.” she began to ramble “No, no it’s not that it’s just, I got so caught up in preparing to confess, and I was just about to, but then you beat me there!” you threw back your head in a laugh. Aqua’s shoulders quaked as she joined you, laughing yourself to tears. Seems like you weren’t the only one who had been waiting for the perfect moment.

“So I take that as a yes?” Aqua asked as her laughs stilled. She looked at you with such a softness, you immediately felt warm. You put your hands on her cheeks and paused, hesitating.

“I uh… was about to answer with a kiss but, also I realize that might be moving too fast” you admitted, letting out a nervous chuckle.

You didn’t get a verbal answer to your question, as Aqua instead decided to move her head closer. She closed the gap and locked your lips, pulling you as close as she could. Time felt like it had stopped. The two of you were only aware of each other in the moment.

You stood next to Aqua on the beach, laying your head on her shoulder. You grinned as you watched Terra, Roxas, and Riku charge past you. “I put 10 munny on Terra winning.” You said, grinning widely as you glanced at Aqua. Your girlfriend, (God that word sounded amazing. Like it was the perfect word to describe her. It just felt right) shook her head and grinned a little, though she was quick to correct her features.

“You know I don’t gamble,” Aqua said, lightly pushing your head off her shoulder. You stumbled for a minute at the loss of support.

“It’s not like it's a casino,” you mumbled, following her as she walked towards the boys, now at the finish line of their race. Sure enough, Terra had won. From the corner of your eyes, you could also see Ven pull away from playing frisbee with Lea and Isa. Yeah, near-death experiences can make you have stupid and reckless ideas, but maybe, sometimes you get so caught up in your head, so caught up in what might go wrong. That you forget to stop and think about how an idea might go right. Honestly, you wish you had confessed sooner. You stood next to Aqua, slipping your hand into hers. You looked to the side and watched the sunset, feeling completely at peace.

#x reader #Aqua x reader #kh aqua x reader #kh aqua #kingdom hearts aqua x reader #kingdom hearts x reader #kh x reader

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muses-morii · 7 months

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@bloodbondcd asked: 🎲 ( @ Sora from Riku ) 10. A kiss along the jawline. 11. A kiss to the neck. 12. A kiss along the collarbone. (Riku's a lucky duck; he gets three because Soap and Sora got real excited about it)

~ Sora ~

God, but Riku was handsome.

He'd always been good looking.

Even as a child, adults were always telling him that he was going to be a heart-breaker one day. With his sea-green eyes and dark lashes. Silver-white hair and a smile that could charm birds right out of their nests. Even as a teenager, he'd skipped all the bad parts of puberty and went straight into height, muscular arms and a rich voice. Girls had fallen over for him back in school. They loved his long hair and green eyes. They loved the way he spoke, always with such confidence (and arrogance). How he walked like he owned the halls of the school and was always cool and collected.

Even when he was being a jerk, he looked good.

And there was no denying it; Riku had been a big jerk. Roxas had another word for him.

But Riku wasn't a kid or an arrogant, jerky teenager anymore. He'd grown up. He'd grown into a man. His smile had lost the cocky, vain lilt in it and was now more confident and reassuring. His eyes weren't hard and challenging, they bore a maturity and gentleness that came with experience and loss. His hair, though shorter now, looked soft and clean. His nose was pin straight and perfectly centered and his lips, a wonderful shape.

He was so attractive.

God, he was so handsome.

It wasn't fair.

But, he sure was nice to look at. And look Sora did. Riku lay beside him in bed, sleeping still. His bare chest rising and falling with his steady breaths. Gently, Sora brushed a stray bit of hair from his face, looking at him with a tender smile. He was in Riku's room, having gone there the night before. He couldn't sleep and what sleep he had gotten, had been plagued by nightmares. It was on nights like this, that Sora felt utterly alone and powerless. The loneliness was stifling and the fear of losing himself was real. So, he'd gone to see his favourite Dream Eater. If anyone could keep the nightmares away, it was Riku.

Riku, had answered the door in the small hours of the night. His eyes clouded by sleep, his brows knitted with curious concern. His hair had been mussed from laying in bed, but he'd looked so good. He'd looked so good standing there, in black pants and looking sleepy. Riku had invited him into the room, and then into his bed, where he held him with strong, protective arms and Sora, slept. He had a dreamless sleep for the first time in ages, finding comfort in his best friends presence. It was morning, sunlight rippled through the curtain covering the window, casting dancing shadows and soft light over Riku's room. And Sora smiled. He was awake and sitting up, arms wrapped loosely around his knees as he looked at Riku. Looking towards the window, Sora wondered what time it was. He was pretty sure it was still early, Riku never slept in late. Looking back at Riku, Sora traced the outline of his face, down the bridge of his nose and over his lips. Riku's eyes fluttered open and Sora withdrew his hand, letting it fall onto the bed between them. Riku stared at the ceiling for a second and then looked over at him, a smile crossing his beautiful features. Sora smiled back and then, stretched his legs out, and moved to lay back down in the bed. He lay on his side and scooted in close to Riku and let his head rest on the mans shoulder. Curling one arm close to himself and wrapping the other around Riku's waist, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to him, sweetly kissed his collar bone. A wordless thank you that was given life by the arm coming around him. Sora kissed him again, a little higher up, on Riku's neck this time. The another one to his jaw.

He hoped Riku didn't want to get up yet.

...

But god, he was so handsome.

#Bloodbondcd #Riku // Sora #Muse: Sora #Sora: Verse ???#SoRiku #Kiss meme #three kisses!#I was just so excited to write some SoRiku #Thanks so much for sending in!

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yzafre · 24 days

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we're flying above the valley below | ch 11

AO3

First | Previous

They didn’t leave Rapunzel’s world immediately. First, they had to determine who was going where, and explain the concept of the gummi ship to Rapunzel and Flynn. Then Sora gave them a message to pass on to Kairi when they got to Radiant Garden, before Donald reminded Sora he could just use his phone and tell her himself. Once Sora figured out the messaging system, Kairi reminded him he was supposed to ask Donald about the transformation magic, and then they had to deal with that.

After Donald handed off some enchanted charms, Sora headed over to give one to an impatient Ventus and tuck the others beside the new keychain that had landed in his pocket. Then, with one final wave, towards Donald, Goofy, Namine, Rapunzel, and Flynn, they finally headed off towards Yen Sid’s.

The trip was uneventful, both of them speeding along until the tower came into sight. Ven didn’t waste any time on landing, heading inside and up the stairs at a pace just shy of running. Heart aching, Sora did his best to keep up. Ven must be really worried about Aqua.

He… knew what that felt like.

Unfortunately, Yen Sid refused to help them reach the Realm of Darkness.

“Why not?!” Ventus protested.

“It is far, far too dangerous.”

“That’s why I should be there – she's my Flight, and she needs help. I can feel it.”

“And she will receive it – both Mickey and Riku are searching for her.”

“That’s not enough!”

“No?” Yen Sid asked, an edge of danger in his tone, “Two Keyblade Masters is not enough? A title which, I may remind you, you have not earned yourself.”

“Then test me!” Ven snarled

“Whoa – wait! Won’t that take too long?” Sora said, “I mean, our test took nearly a week; Riku’ll probably be back by then.”

This, finally, seemed to cut some of the wind from Ven’s sails, confusion dampening his frustration.

“What are you talking about? Aqua and Terra’s test took, like, an hour.”

“Wha – An hour?!“ Sora whipped back to Yen Sid, “What’s that about? Why was mine and Riku’s so hard?”

The sorcerer sighed, “There were powers I was hoping to awake in you, through your trip to the Sleeping Realms – ones that were instead found in Kairi. And as for your request, Ventus: if you had let me finish, you would also know that it is entirely beside the point. Even if you were a Master, I could not help you.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Realm of Darkness is not so easily breached. To date, it can be achieved in two ways: one, to travel through a rift formed when a heart, be it of people or a world, falls into Darkness. Two, to create a bridge with a Keyblade that contains ties to the other side. Without the Key Mickey holds, a doorway cannot be opened. And I assume you are not willing to cast a heart into Darkness, just to reach this other realm?”

Ven looked away mutinously.

Yen Sid nodded, “And so, even if your request was not helplessly reckless, I could not help you.”

Sora shifted awkwardly as Ven stared at the floor in silence. Behind them, the door cracked open.

A greeting brushed against Sora’s heart, soft and bright as the morning sun, and he spun, smile growing on his face.

“Kairi!”

“Sora!”

He reached for her, wings bursting from his back, one reaching forward to brush against hers as their hearts met, hello-I missed you. After a moment her eyes focused on something over her shoulder, and he felt her interest perk.

“Hello,” she said, stepping away from him, “It’s... Ventus, right?”

“Yeah! And you’re Kairi; it’s good to meet you in person.”

“Mm. You, too. I’m glad you made it back safely. How was your mission?”

“It was,” Ventus trailed off, eyes dropping to the floor for a moment before he answered, “It reminded me of home, in a lot of ways.”

“Rapunzel’s world was great!” Sora added, “I didn’t get to spend as much time with Donald and Goofy as I would have liked, but – oh, yeah! Kairi, here!”

He paused, digging through his pocket until he found the last charm Donald had given him, “I got these from Donald, so we uh. Don’t end up in a situation like with Buzz and Woody again.”

“Situation?” Ventus wondered.

“You know, when you get to a world and everything’s really different, and you’re not supposed to stand out, so the magic has to fix it?”

“Uh... sure?”

“You all have done well,” Yen Sid said, ending their chatter, “And I imagine we will need you again very soon. For now, however, feel free to take advantage of the guest rooms for the night and get some well-deserved rest.”

The sea met the shore, perfectly still, a flat plane of water stretching endless-endless-endless. The sky above reflected in its mirror-like surface. If he got close enough, it almost felt like he could step through, like he could fall, like he could –

A hand caught around his wrist, preventing him from stepping out into the sky.

“Don’t.”

His heart somersaulted its way into his throat, then fell back down, landing in the pool of unease in his stomach. That was close. The hand on him was steadying, tamping down the fizzling nerves from his near miss, and he turned to thank his savior, only to cut off in surprise.

“Oh,” he breathed, “It’s – you.”

It was the girl, the one Roxas cared so much about, the one the runaway replica looked like – he could just barely see the edges of her face, familiar blue eyes staring out from beneath the hood. She looked back to the water, letting go of his wrist.

“If you go out there… You’ll be lost. And I don’t have the strength to pull you back.”

“Uhm, okay,” Sora said, following her as she moved away from the edge and sat down. He dropped to the ground beside her, digging his toes into the sand. The last few times he’d felt her power, it had been so fragile – and then there was all that business with the replica…

“Hey, are you alright? After what happened in San Fransokyo, I mean. You seemed scared.”

She curled further into herself, burying her chin in her knees.

“That ‘you’ we fought… it was a replica, the one Axel was trying to find for Naminé, right?” he prodded, “I guess the Organization did something to it.”

“When the Organization made me,” she started – quietly, so quietly, “I was made to steal power from you, and from Roxas. Just by existing, I was hurting him. If I fell into their hands, now, it would just happen all over again.”

“I guess, but… didn’t Naminé make the new body? Riku said she was trying to help you.”

She didn’t answer immediately. Sora dug trenches in the sand.

Finally, she spoke up, “I saw something, when we touched. It felt like a memory, except… I didn’t remember it, not at all. It… no. I won’t be a tool for them. I won’t. It’s not worth the risk.”

For a long moment they sat together, listening to the wind in the trees – though the waves were conspicuously missing.

“Hey,” Sora said finally, “I don’t think I caught your name, last time.”

“My name… I see.”

She stood, walking out to the edge of the water, staring out at it as she twisted her hands together, over and over. Finally, she sighed, turning to him with a sad smile.

“My name is – “

“Sora?”

With a jerk, Sora woke, blinking blearily through the sunlight doing its best to blind him. A soft hand shook his shoulder once more, a shadow moving between him and the window.

“Sora. C’mon, wake up.”

“I’m awake, Kairi,” he mumbled.

“You sure? You don’t sound awake.”

Grumbling, he rolled over, grabbing his pillow as he went and half-heartedly smacking it into Kairi’s shoulder. She just laughed, pulling away and tugging at his blanket.

“Come on, breakfast is ready. It’s time to get up.”

Yen Sid sent the three of them off soon after they ate with coordinates to a world that had steadily growing Darkness readings. Apparently, it had been that way for a while, but had flown under the radar until it suddenly spiked while they were rescuing Rapunzel.

It was a good thing he’d gotten the charms from Donald, because the moment they arrived he felt the magic wash over him. Though, maybe that wasn’t such a good thing.

“You really gotta stop being so jumpy,” Kairi teased.

“I can’t help it,” Sora whined, “I keep seeing you guys out of the corner of my eyes, and it creeps me out!”

“Oh, so you’re saying I’m creepy?”

“Yeah – I mean, not you, but – “

And then there were the locals – though, after the initial confusion over the little girl they had with them, Mike and Sully weren’t so bad. That was made even more obvious when the real monsters showed up.

When the last of them were defeated, Sora squinted at the place where they disappeared into dark smoke.

“Those... weren’t heartless,” Sora said.

“No,” Kairi said, coming up beside him, “Not Nobodies, either.”

“Then, what could they be? Any ideas, Ven? ….Ven?”

Ven startled, gaze snapping over to them, and Sora had to hold back a flinch. There was a dark pit behind the other boy’s eyes as his gaze bored into them, like the rumbling of a storm growing.

“Unversed,” Ven said heavily, “They’re unversed. They’re… they shouldn’t be here.”

“What do you mean?”

“The unversed aren’t just monsters, they’re fragments of Vanitas. For them to be here, that would mean he would have to be... but I beat him. That part of me should have been reabsorbed.”

“I dunno about all that,” Sora said, drawing his words out, “But the Organization is using time travel to bring back a lot of people we defeated before. Maybe they did the same with this guy?”

“Maybe,” Ven allowed, but he didn’t look happy with it.

Sora exchanged a worried glance with Kairi, all unsure-concern-what-to-do?

Kairi shrugged, and they both watched as Ventus stared darkly into the factory.

The first order of business was getting the little girl, Boo, back home. A fight like this was no place for someone so young. As they made their way through the factory the unversed dogged at their heels, constantly getting in their way. Further, they’d also caused chaos throughout the warehouse, sending machines on the fritz, blocking pathways, and generally forcing them to make endless detours.

None were more heart-stopping than when a scream echoed through the warehouse.

“It came from this way!” Sully called, leading the charge forward.

“What? No one’s supposed to be here – the factory’s closed!” Mike protested between pants, struggling to keep up with the Keyblade wielders.

“So why are you here?” Kairi asked.

“That’s - none of your business!”

They were lucky the storeroom had been mostly empty, as what was stored inside was absolutely wrecked by the time the unversed were defeated.

“There’s no one here,” Kairi observed, looking around at the remains of broken, empty palettes, “Do you think whoever screamed was taken?”

“But, that door was the only way in. Could they have teleported them, somehow?”

“No,” Ventus cut in, “Unless something’s changed, that’s not something the unversed can do.”

Sora frowned, “Then... where did they go?”

“I think I have the answer,” Sully called.

They gathered around as he held up a punctured metal cannister, teeth marks all around the open hole. Mike scoffed.

“Ugh, scream canisters. I thought we dealt with all of those.”

“We must have missed some.”

“Scream cannisters?”

As they moved on again, the two explained the history of the company – how they’d once used something called “scream power” for energy but had since changed to using laughter instead after a series of misadventures with Boo.

That mystery taken care of, they returned to trying to find Boo’s ride home – though, it seemed to be taking an unusually long time, even with all the obstructions.

“Wait, how’d we take a wrong turn?” Mike muttered, and Sora sighed, slumping over. So they had been going in circles – it certainly felt like it.

“Who cares? All that matters is that it’s the last turn that you losers are ever gonna take.”

Who?

When they turned, another monster – of the local kind, not their usual kind – was standing behind them. Mike and Sully seemed to know the slime-ball jeering at them, some kind of history surrounding their past adventures with Boo.

“How did you even get back here?” Mike protested, “The door we sent you through is sawdust.”

“Yeah, and I almost got turned into somebody’s wallet,” Randall snapped, “But that’s not the only door out there.”

Sully frowned, “There are protections in place to keep things from coming through – and they’ve only been improved since you were banished.”

“Perhaps. But none of that means anything to my benefactor. And in exchange – all he wants is for me to get him more energy. And lucky for him, that’s what I’m good at. Top of the leaderboard, baby.”

“You? Collecting laughs? Now that’s funny.”

“Laughs? Don’t be stupid. I’m after negative emotions. And my new friends have kindly invaded the factory to get ‘em for me.”

“Negative emotions?” Ventus repeated, and Sora froze at the tension running through his voice, “Vanitas. He is here. Where is he?”

Randall clicked his tongue, “Not familiar with the name, but if you mean my new friend – why on earth would I tell you? Not that it would matter if I did. After all…”

He flickered out of vision, and they all grouped oup, observing the room tightly. A moment later, his voice came over the speaker, “You’re not getting out of here alive. We’re in control of this factory now, and I suggest some improvements. Still, I’d love to see you try. Your despair will be an excellent start to my collection.”

#kh #kingdom hearts #fanfiction #wingfic #wrap your wings au #Yza writes a thing #I'm going to be away from the laptop tomorrow #so I'm posting the chapter a day early

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landprince · 8 months

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this was supposed to be an urban exploring halloween fic where riku and sora check out an abandoned house to see if it really is haunted

“What’s wrong with getting scared at home by terrible horror movies? Why do you have to actively seek out the angry ghosts and knife-wielding murderers?” Sora sighed as the pair of teenagers continued through the woods.

With the moon riding full and high in the sky, his eyes had adjusted long ago to the night, which made traversing through the forest so much easier. Neither of them were stumbling over roots, getting smacked in the face by branches, or running into something nasty in the heavy underbrush they had been stomping through for the better part of an hour.

A little over a month ago Riku started planning this little campout, if it could even truly be called that. The two of them were going to spend one long and sleepless night in the abandoned house that was nestled deep in the middle of the woods, to try and figure out if it really was haunted like everyone thought.

Essentially they would be ghost hunting.

He hadn’t been looking forward to it since Riku had brought it up those many weeks ago. Sora wasn’t sure if he really believed in ghosts or not, but he really didn’t want to prod too much into a possible answer.

Sometimes ignorance was bliss and he wanted to blissfully avoid the heavy questions that surrounded mortality and the potential truth in the afterlife.

A constant unease had settled in his stomach when his friend had asked earlier in the day if he would be busy tonight. While the anxious feeling didn’t get worse once they had actually set out on their hike through the woods, it also didn’t seem to be getting any better.

But Riku was here, walking just a scant handful of feet in front of him and looking back every few minutes to visually check in on Sora’s well-being. While he may be a jerk for wanting them to spend the night in a place probably infested with vermin, Sora knew he really didn’t have anything to truly fear.

He would always be safe with Riku around and that’s what gave him the courage to do this wildly stupid thing, if only for the night.

“I’m not looking to get stabbed, so you can cross one of those things off the list.” Riku turned back to grin at him before ducking under a low hanging branch. Even in the dim light Sora could tell the other boy was growing more and more excited the closer they got to the edge of the forest; from the more animated way he talked to the way his eyes just seemed brighter when they shone under the moonlight. “And we’ll only see a ghost if we’re really lucky.”

Sora glowered at Riku’s back after he had turned around, his lips pulling into a firm frown. For being so smart, sometimes his best friend could be a real idiot. “As if that really makes it better.”

Just because he was safe with Riku didn’t mean he still had to enjoy tramping through the forest in the middle of the night.

A tense silence seemed to hang in the air, and for many long minutes the only sound they could hear was the crunching of their footsteps over the fallen leaves, dried twigs, and dead grass. Even the crickets and frogs had long stopped their songs with the cold approach of the night.

“Thanks for coming with me, Sora. I know this isn’t really your thing, but still…” Riku shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, the words seeming to become stuck on his tongue. He paused his steps just long enough for Sora to now walk directly next to him.

“You know you’re taking me out for breakfast after this.” The words were a statement, a planned fact for the morning once they left the creepy house and safely made it out of the metaphoric and literal woods. He bumped into Riku’s arm, silently delighting in the weight of Riku pushing back. “And I’m talking all-you-can-eat style.”

Soft laughter made his insides twist, calming the anxiety and replacing them with a flooding feeling of warmth. As long as he could hear Riku laugh at the end of it all, Sora would brave anything for his friend.

“I can make you breakfast at my house instead. That way you can just sleep in my bed until it’s ready.”

Sora looked up at Riku, a soft smile he would only give to him on his face. “I’m going to sleep in it anyway. But buying me breakfast will get you off my shit list quicker.”

“Please, we both know I could never be on there,” Riku scoffed at the faux irritated tone that Sora tried to put on. “Fine. All-you-can-eat breakfast once this is done.”

Nodding in agreement, Sora’s steps felt a little lighter, the anxiety in his belly having melted away easily with Riku’s laugh, smile, and promise of safety and food.

But the warm feeling didn’t last long as the two finally broke free of the brush and stumbled into a slight clearing. The forest had opened into a thick expansive meadow, the weeds and wildflowers grew tall around their legs and the very tips tickling their fingers.

With nothing but the moonlight and stars to help see, the mansion beyond the expanse of the meadow was absolutely terrifying to behold. Shattered windows, creaky shutters that slammed against the house with the gusty wind, cracked and fallen statues littered the courtyard, and part of the wall knocked out over years of neglect made the place look like an absolute deathtrap to Sora.

His blood turned to ice and froze along with the rest of his body as one dark window seemed to have movement in it. He stared into the inky blackness, too afraid to look away and absolutely terrified to have his worry of something being inside come true.

“Okay, I know you’re a skeptic and all,” Riku began, snapping him out of his fear for a moment and causing him to tear his eyes away from the window. Riku was visibly enchanted with the idea of roaming this decrepit place, and while his boyish excitement melted Sora’s heart, it did little to relieve his now growing worry that something bad could really happen here. “But you have to admit this place might actually be a goldmine paranormally.”

Sora looked to the window again, unmindful of Riku’s excited ramblings.

He didn’t know how he could tell, but he would swear on every valuable thing he owned or would ever own, that something was now gone from the view. A shiver scraped down his spine. This was a bad idea.

“Sora?”

Said boy once again looked away from the window to face his best friend. “Yeah?”

“I asked if you’re ready to go in. Are you?” Riku had one of the cameras that were in his bag out, one of those old ones that produced a flash and needed to be developed to see the picture. He hadn’t even noticed that Riku took probably more than a dozen pictures in the time he was staring at the window.

“No, but the sooner we do this the sooner I can spend all your allowance on pancakes,” came the mumbled reply.

Riku smiled, a bright thing that lit up the surrounding darkness and once again made the fear recede at how sure his best friend seemed to feel about this whole endeavor. He really would do anything to keep that smile aimed towards him.

“It’ll be fine,” Riku promised as he slipped his hand into Sora’s and gingerly led him through the clearing to the mansion's courtyard.

That familiar blush and odd feeling in his gut came back whenever Riku would place a guiding touch to the small of Sora’s back to help him over some of the bigger obstacles that littered the yard as they crossed it.

By the time the pair reached the front door, Sora barely registered they were about to enter the creepy building. His focus was now entirely on Riku, who was nearly tripping over his own tongue as he talked about where they should set up cameras, what kinda EVPs they might capture, and when the two of them would split up to explode the vast grounds inside and out of the area.

“Whoa, hold up!” Sora interrupted with an impatient wave of his hand to further get the other boy’s attention. He had agreed to a night in this place, but never agreed to splitting up and being away from each other. “You never said anything about us exploring this place apart.”

“It might be a good idea.” The words were spoken slowly, carefully. A quick shrug of his shoulders had Sora frowning at the nonchalant way Riku spoke of the both of them walking alone in this deathtrap of a house. “Sometimes ghosts react better if only one person is around.”

“No,” he said as firmly as possible in an effort at getting his resistance to the idea across. “We are not pulling some Scooby Doo move where I end up getting the brunt of all the ghost activity. That’s also so stupid to do. We don’t know what or who might be in there.”

Gesturing towards the old house he continued, “Look, just a moment ago in one of the rooms upstairs, something moved. I’m not wandering alone in the dark--”

“You’ll have a flashlight and your phone, so not entirely alone.”

“Alone in the dark,” Sora continued on as if Riku had never interrupted, “and perfect bait for a ghost to absolutely wreck me.”

Sora froze his tirade as Riku placed both hands on his shoulders and looked at him seriously. Like taking a difficult quiz in math class seriously.

“Sora…” The gentle way he said his name had a hot flush rush up his neck. “If that happens I’ll be there…” Riku paused to give him a gentle squeeze to his shoulders, “to record the whole thing.”

A surprised bark of laughter sputtered out of him.

“You’re terrible! The worst friend I could ever ask for!”

His best friend grinned, a cheeky thing that highlighted the mischief and glee in his eyes. “No I’m not.”

Sora huffed at how sure Riku sounded. He was right, of course, but how dare he actually say it.

“We won’t spit up if it actually bothers you.” Riku had once again slipped his hands into Sora’s, and Sora squeezed onto them tightly, almost as if he was afraid the other boy would disappear if he loosened his hold even slightly.

His words were soft, contrite, and the smug smirk he had on moments prior was replaced with a worried expression. His teasing was getting annoying, but the two of them both knew Riku didn’t really mean it.

“Lunch.”

“What?”

“You owe me lunch as well,” Sora explained. “And if we get caught trespassing you should know my mom’s never going to forgive you. You’ll probably be banned from my house forever afterwards.”

“Don’t worry, know one cares about this place anymore,” Riku assured him as he released the younger boy’s hands. They immediately felt several degrees colder. “And it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve snuck into your room in the middle of the night. Your mom won’t even know I was there. Nothing and no one could keep me away from you.”

Sora thanked every deity he could think of for the moon suddenly being swallowed whole by a passing cloud and obscuring the deep blush that shot across his face at Riku talking about sneaking into his room. He was right about it not being the first time, but now things had changed as they matured.

Sora’s feelings had now grown into something far beyond friendship and he was desperately trying to keep his best friend from finding out about these new desires in a desperate attempt at keeping their friendship stable and not at all weird. But it never helped when Riku spoke like that to him.

“So how are we getting in?” He asked, wincing as his voice cracked slightly.

If Riku had noticed his tone waiver, he thankfully didn’t say anything.

“There’s a whole wall that’s just been obliterated with time, so I think that would be our best entrance. Or we can climb through a window if you want the full breaking and entering experience.” Riku had already walked over towards the wall and started climbing the pile of wreckage, seeming to know what Sora’s answer was going to be.

Sora made a face at the idea of committing yet another crime tonight and at fact the other boy was so apt in predicting his response before he could even think of it. “No, going through the wall sounds like the least dangerous option.”

“Careful you don’t trip on the rubble,” Riku warned him after reaching the top of the mound as the two carefully made their way over crumbled bricks and debris.

The words had barely left his mouth before Sora stumbled, reaching out in a desperate attempt to remain upright and grabbing hold of Riku’s arm. He was lucky Riku was so strong, and easily caught his floundering body before he could crash to the ground.

The older boy pulled him close, one of Sora’s hands still gripping to his arm for dear life while the other was gently resting on his chest as he helped him stay upright.

Riku was warm. He smelled nice. His short hair was burned an even brighter silver than normal with the moonlight cascading down, and he was so close that Sora could count each individual pale eyelash that framed those pretty turquoise eyes of his if he wanted.

“Are you okay?” Riku asked, not seeming to release his grip at all after his question. His gaze was focused solely on Sora. “Are you hurt?”

Sora shook his head, knowing that if he tried to speak just then that something silly or stupid would come out. If he was really unlucky then his voice would do that awful break again from earlier. How embarrassing would that be?

The two parted with no further words passed between them and they stepped into the open foyer of the manor.

Sora looked around the abandoned foyer after stepping away to cool down after the close encounter with his crush. It was musty with the scent of neglect, a fine layer of dust coated almost everything within sight, and it was rather empty.

“I would have thought there would be more stuff,” he said his thoughts aloud, wanting to break the silence that seemed to be ever present in the place. It was spooky with it so quiet. “A broken table, some empty vases; it just feels… bare.”

“Anyone could walk right in and take whatever they wanted. I’m surprised there’s still some stuff left at all here.”

Riku was crouched in front of the main door, cameras and recording devices being pulled from his bag and laid on the floor with careful movements. Sora counted four small cameras surrounding him already, and knew the other boy likely had another two or three left in the bag.

His apprehensive look must have been more noticeable than he intended because Riku immediately assured him that the two weren’t splitting up. “We’ll put them up together. It’ll also help to make sure we don’t get lost if you’re making a map of the place as we go.”

“The place isn’t that big. I doubt we’d truly get lost.” He walked over, kneeling on the floor next to his best friend and helping him with the equipment.

By the time the two finished getting out all the items they would be using, there were a whopping seven cameras, four EVPs, two instant cameras and six rolls of film for them along with several portable power packs for the various electronics. “But you should know by now that I have a terrible sense of direction.”

“Well, it’s time to work on that tonight,” Riku mumbled, almost fully distracted as he set up the laptop for the night. It was going to be their most important piece of equipment. “Gotta make sure we don’t forget a camera or something when we’re done.”

Sora didn’t understand anything that popped up on the screen of the laptop, he wasn’t tech savvy in the slightest. So he just sat there quietly as the older teen clicked things, opened and closed windows, and did whatever he needed to to capture all the video they would be taking tonight. It was all Greek to him, and he wasn’t going to even pretend to guess at what Riku might be doing.

Several minutes passed by and the only sound that echoed in the empty room was the quiet sound of Riku’s fingers tapping rapid pace against the keyboard. The sound was nice and if they were home he could easily fall asleep to the noise thinking Riku might have just been working on a book report or something else for a class.

The sound was so soothing that he did start to feel tired the longer they sat there. So he decided to wake himself up a bit by wandering around the room.

“So are we staying here until sunrise or can we leave before then?” He asked as he picked over the almost bare bookshelf in the corner. The covers were long faded and they looked damp to the touch, so he let them sit in their cubbies undisturbed.

Soft tapping.

A grunt.

“Are you really wanting to go through the forest in the dark again?” Riku asked.

#ark.txt #Kingdom Hearts #Sora #Riku #soriku #this fic was started uuhhhhh like 2019 and then I killed it

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wh3r3sth3l0ve · 2 months

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Sora x Tifa

Part 31

Part 30 below

Barret and Wedge were Tifa’s choice so Sora headed to look for Cloud and Biggs. Finding Biggs was easy and they spent only a minute talking. Cloud happened to be at the gym, chatting with Terion, the boss of the Guard.

Sora gently interrupted them and asked Cloud to go somewhere more private. As they were outside, around the corner of the building, he said:

- Believe it or not, some monsters from my past appeared here. Tomorrow we’re going to the other world to talk with my friend. He might help us solve the mystery. In the meantime, please keep your eyes open. Unversed are quite dangerous and won’t hesitate hurting people.

- Unversed, huh? That’s new to me. Are they like Heartless?

- Sorta. But instead of hearts, they feed themselves with sadness.

- That sounds even weirder.

- I know but that’s the truth. And also watch out for a guy in full red armor. His name is Vanitas and he is extremely dangerous. Don’t be surprised if he takes his helmet off. He looks exactly like me.

Cloud was clearly confused but promised to be careful. Sora said that it should not take long and they should be back at night.

After that Keyblade Wielder went home to meet up with his girlfriend.

Tifa was already home, getting ready for a shower. They both went under the water and Sora decided to wash her. He gently moved the soft sponge full of soap from one spot of her body to another. When her perfectly round breasts and flat stomach were clean, he kneeled to take care of the lower parts. He couldn't resist kissing her intimate area which made her moan with pleasure. She pushed his head closer to make him continue. Sora used all his passion to please her with his tongue and didn't stop until Tifa was screaming and shaking, completely breathless. Then Sora stood up, turned her around and made her bend over. He entered her quickly, with one hand holding her long, black hair and the other on her breast. Tifa had to grab the tap tightly to maintain balance as Sora was thrusting her quickly. When he finished she felt like she was going to faint with the amount of pleasure and had some problems with standing as her legs were shaking. He was out of breath as well and all he wanted to do was to lay in bed with her. Few minutes later they crawled under the sheets and fell asleep in no time.

As the sun raised, Tifa woke up and stretched under the sheets. Sora was still asleep so she silently got out of bed and went to the kitchen to drink some water. She then took a quick shower and sat on the couch with a book about martial arts to kill time. An hour later she heard her partner yawning loudly so she stopped reading and went to him.

- Morning sunshine. - she smiled.

- Hello beautiful.

Tifa's face got brightly red.

- Get ready, I'm sure Riku is already waiting for us.

- Right, I need ten minutes.

In no time the couple was entering the bar and of course, Riku was up and ready to go any minute. After a quick breakfast the trio left the bar and headed towards the Midgar borders.

- Where’s your ship? - Tifa asked Riku.

- It’s out of town. I had to hide it well.

They were reaching the end of the city when they noticed someone standing in their way in the distance. Someone in a red and black suit and with black spiky hair.

- Is that…? - Sora froze in terror.

Vanitas started approaching them and they did the same.

- Hello Sora. - Vanitas was smiling with an evil look in his eyes.

- How? How’s that possible? - Sora asked.

- Thanks to you, my dear friend. Your connection with Ventus and your sorrow brought me back. Oh, how good it is to exist again.

- What do you want? - Riku asked, ready to summon his Keyblade any second.

- Me? I just want to destroy every other Keyblade Wielder. Xehanort was the only one to control me, so now I can finally do what I want.

- Why? - Sora was discreetly looking at Tifa, trying to figure out how to keep her safe.

- Because I can! - Vanitas laughed evilly. - This time nobody will stop me.

He summoned his Keyblade and pointed it at Sora. Both Sora and Riku were surprised with what they saw. He was holding the Soul Eater.

- This is my Keyblade! - Riku shouted.

- Yeah, it was, one day. - Vanitas looked at it with admiration. - Now, the most ultimate dark weapon is mine.

He once again pointed it at Sora in a battling pose, waiting for them to strike.

#fanfic #story #ff7 tifa #kh sora #cardiophilia

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rosewritesfanfics · 2 years

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Not Your Fault

Sora x reader (It's fluffy this time I promise)

The battle you and your team had faced today was one of the toughest yet. On top of the usual antagonizing from Organization Thirteen, Hollow Bastion had been completely overrun with heartless. You and your friends must have struck down hundreds if not thousands, only to learn each one taken out by the keyblade only helped the organization in their goal of collecting hearts. Sora had then become hesitant to fight back, and you were quickly surrounded by the neverending swarm of heartless. After being saved by Maleficent of all people, you eventually all ended up back on the gummi ship. After realizing you were safe, the exhaustion finally set in.

Goofy thought it would be smart to find somewhere to rest, to which Donald recommended spending the night at Disney Castle. You suspected it was just because he wanted to see daisy again, although you weren't opposed to the idea of staying there either. With no heartless around the castle, you all could sleep easy. That was how you found yourself in one of the many spare bedrooms. Despite the fancy furniture and decor, it actually felt quite homey. The extra soft blankets were a plus too.

You were ready to settle in for the night when you heard shuffling outside your door. At first you were caught off guard, you assumed the rest of your friends went to bed a while ago. Even if you knew all the heartless here had been defeated, you cautiously pressed your ear to the door to make sure it was safe. Once you heard a familiar voice mumbling outside the door though, you quickly relaxed.

"This is dumb, she's probably asleep already." Sora whispered to himself behind the door, starting to turn away right as you opened it. It was clear he hadn't meant to be so loud, and was a tad bit startled when he saw you. You had never seen his face turn so red before.

"Sora? Not that I don't appreciate your company, but what are you doing here?" You asked. "You said you were going to bed hours ago."

"I couldn't sleep, I was hoping I could talk to you for a while, but if your about to sleep I won't keep you-" he began to explain, before you cut him off.

"No no no, I really don't mind." You invited him inside the room as you talked. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Honestly anything, I'm still thinking about the battle earlier. I really just want to get my mind to stop thinking about it." Sora yawned midway through talking. His hair was slightly tousled, likely from tossing and turning all night. He must really be exhausted for him to open up like this. Even if Sora wasn't a closed off person, he still found it difficult to talk about the things that bothered him.

You and him both sat on your bed, talking for what felt like hours. You shared your favorite stories from your adventures, your hopes for after the battle was over, what you missed most about the islands, and really anything that came to mind. You couldn't recall the last time you both felt this relaxed and safe. If you could keep Sora smiling like this for the rest of time you would. Any thoughts about Sora returning to his own room were long forgotten.

Eventually you both shifted to lay down, sharing a blanket to shake off the night's chill. He pulled it up a bit more when he saw you shiver. The two of you had also moved closer together, only a small space remaining between you. The silence after your conversation was comfortable, with the sounds of the wind and his breathing lulling you to sleep. Just as you felt yourself drifting off, Sora finally asked the question that had truly been bothering him.

"Do you think I've made this whole mess with the organization worse?" At your confused look he elaborated. "They said everytime I use my keyblade I've just helped them collect more hearts. Every heartless I struck down only helped them in the long run. Now they somehow found out about Kairi, what if they go after Riku because of me too?"

"Sora, no, you haven't done anything to make this worse, it's like goofy said, the heartless would only keep destroying the worlds if you didn't stop them." He looked like he was about to argue, but you spoke again before he could. "The organization was going to find a way to collect hearts anyway. At least now we know more about what they're planning. Kairi and Riku are both strong, they'll be ok."

Sora didn't respond, instead he moved to hold your hand beneath the blanket. You could tell this had been eating at him since he heard what the organization's been using him for. You could only hope he believed what you told him, that it wasn't his fault. You squeezed his hand as a form of reassurance, and he squeezed back. The two of your were now slightly closer together, Sora didn't let go of your hand, even after you'd finished talking.

It was quiet for the rest of the night. You fell asleep first, with Sora following shortly after. He was surprised how much he enjoyed talking with you and just letting out whatever was on his mind. Your presence alone helped to relax him. Sora found he wouldn't mind spending more time like this together in the future.

When Sora (surprisingly) woke up before you the next day, the first thing he noticed was that he wasn't in the room he'd been given. The second was that his face was resting on the top of your head. His arms were also wrapped around you, turns out you two had started cuddling while you were both asleep. As he began to wake up more, he slightly panicked. He almost shouted in embarrassment, but stopped himself, remembering you were still sleeping.

He didn't want to wake you up by moving, but he also wanted food. The queen had said something about pancakes yesterday and he didn't want to miss it. He tried to gently move your arm, but you only pulled him closer in your sleep. Looks like he'd be stuck here for a while. When he saw how peaceful you looked while sleeping though, he found he didn't really mind. Pancakes could wait he decided, letting himself fall back to sleep still holding you.

#kingdom hearts x reader #sora x reader #kh x reader

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system-of-a-feather · 5 months

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This isn't about remissed states, but I'm hoping it's ok to ask a different question?

We're a system that naturally switches a lot. We don't track our switches very closely (it overwhelms us and can lead to rapid switching for some reason) but as far as we can tell, we typically switch several times a day.

What we find is that if any one of us tries to hold front for too long, we get more and more fatigued. Some of us seem to get tired from it faster than others, but in general, we have a really hard time holding front for longer than a couple of hours. Which can be disruptive at times.

I've heard the term "front tired" before, but I can't seem to find any information about it besides just seeing that other people have experienced it too. What I'm wondering if you'd know is how we could increase each of our "stamina" for holding front? Is it something that gets easier with practice, or system communication, or learning how to dissociate less?

I feel it depends on what is the source of the "front tired" / front fatigue (which is what we tend to / used to call it).

Usually for us, it would be typically due to one part being stretched too thin and doing too many functioning tasks that are outside of their current wheelhouse and/or life being too much for that one part to hold the front for a while. I think what tends to help in this case is not necessarily to focus on "extending stamina" as much as it is coordinating with other parts to make the switches less disruptive and/or create a rhythm where the fronting fatigue is avoided pre-emptively / relatively expected.

In regards to coordinating with other parts, it mostly means a soft division of labor, improving communication about what you are all doing that day and in life and just trying to keep people on the same page to know how things are done. It's easier said than done but this is a lot of communication work - but occasionally when you feel front fatigue, I'd recommend trying to internally check in and see if anyone is there and - rather than being forced in or out - try to do a brief comment in passing and try to lean into it. Fighting fronting fatigue is honestly really hard and in our experience, not worth it and its a lot easier to just lean into it and invest more into making sure the person who is swapping in knows whats up.

Additionally, if you can generally estimate how long a part can typically handle the front and figure out what "rhythm" your system has, you can kind of try to make a soft schedule that serves as kind of guidelines as to when you should try to give up the front and try to find another part so that you can take a break and properly coordinate somewhat on how things are going.

Example: Riku and XIV are main hosts however both tend to get fatigued and/or very symptomatic if they are out for too long periods; as a result when we are not sitting in a final fused state, they have a rule of thumb that they both should be out for at least an hour (ideally at least 3-4 hours) a day just to pace each other's energy. Overtime by getting good at leaning into switches before they were forced to switch, they got into the habit of being able to just routinely say "hey my turn, clock out" so that the other could take a break. And we honestly very literally do talk about it like shifts at work cause thats how we've grown to see working as a system. Not one part can do all things, hell not even most things, on their own - so we have shifts where we trust other parts to do Their Stuff and then shifts where we do Our Stuff. It works out a lot better to swim with the current of DID than trying to fight the disorder

Fronting fatigue in our experience tends to come as a physiological way of our brain telling us that a certain part is at their limit for the period of time and honestly, its important to respect the limits your brain / body is telling you as identifying your limits and respecting them is a huge part of healing. Then, as you heal, in my experience your "fronting stamina" tends to extend over time as things get less taxing and parts can tolerate more time at the front.

That would be my opinion / take in regards to a more long term solution.

In the short run and/or acute run, I find that it helps to lower a lot of potential stimulus and/or stressors that might be around. A lot of dissociative folk are accustomed to being in a very dulled and muted haze and / or just straight up not mentally being present so actually being even remotely engaged in the real present moment can be overwhelming and exhausting in a way that can be pretty subtle and hard to notice until it hits you.

So sometimes, if it is possible, reducing the amount of stimuli and things around you that puts a demand on your brain to process it (sounds, smell, social interaction, temperature, etc) can help sometimes in my experience. There are also more abstract things that can add to it or reduce it though, so honestly its good in the short run to check in with yourself and ask what is "too much" and what is taking the most of your mental energy at the moment.

Not all things can be adjusted though, and it's more coping with the short term than necessarily smoothing out the long run, but coping is always better than - well - not coping XD

Also sometimes I found that when you hit a "fronting fatigue" wall, sometimes just dropping what you have been doing and completely changing gears to something else (often opposite) can be a good way to reset shit, the only issue is - in my experience - that tends to require executive function that I don't usually have when I hit those walls XD But I have before just hit the wall and wanted to / needed to stay front for one reason or the next and I'd go from being online or doing homework to just get up and sit under a tree with my birds and draw for a bit. Shake things up a bit, but honestly, this is stupid hard to do when the fatigue hits so it might not be worth it either but, hey worth sharing.

But TLDR, yeah it gets better with time and with practice for the most part.

(PS: Honestly if anyone has any questions I'm honestly having a ball answering these cause its kind of astonishing how much cohesive our understanding of system dynamics are and how much of a larger picture we have of things as a whole, which like the Ray part of our brain is like "its really not anything special" cause that part of our brain is the Main Gatekeeper meanwhile the Riku part of our brain - who is a very very proud know-nothing himbo - is just radiating shook at how clear things are and its both funny and amazing)

#alter: fei #ask #asks #actuallydid #dissociative identity disorder #recovery #front fatigue #front tired #advice

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stitchcasual · 2 years

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Kairi and Riku spend their last night together before Melody of Memory.

inspired by the song Marble Floors by Vian Izak

rated G, 2.5k words Kairi/Riku, background Sora/Riku/Kairi includes re:mind spoilers and MoM foreshadowing

Radiant Garden, even at night, lives up to its name. From her high window in the castle, Kairi can see the gardens, the walking paths that meander through the wondrous growing plants, lit with strings of tiny fairy lights. She still doesn’t know the names for half of the plants there. Ienzo gave her a book on botany when she arrived a week ago, and she’s been going through it slowly when she has a few free minutes between keyblade training with Riku and all the tests the apprentices want to run before they finally do this thing. She’s going to leave the book for Riku, hoping it will help him take a break once in a while when she’s asleep.

She presses her face against the glass, like that will help her see into the town just past the high wall of the garden. There are street lamps on, and every so often she can see the passing shadow of someone out late. Are they awake from nerves like her, or are they content with their situations, moving about because they simply want to and not because they have to?

At least Riku is asleep, soft breaths in the bed behind her. They’d gone to bed together a few hours ago, curled on their sides facing each other, hands entwined between them, bookending a space that should not still be empty. Maybe they should have figured out a new sleeping arrangement, but neither of them can bear the idea of acting like Sora might not come back.

Kairi rests a hand against her heart, closing her eyes. If she breathes softly, she can feel her pulse fluttering beneath her skin. Her heart kicks stronger for a second before settling down again, and Kairi bows her head. What did it feel like when Sora carried her in his heart? He hadn’t even known she was there until it was pointed out to him. Would she be able to tell if he was inside hers?

Come on, Sora, she thinks, just give me a sign.

Her heart continues to beat steadily, and she sighs. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. She doesn’t expect much of anything to be easy these days, but that doesn’t mean she can’t wish for it anyway.

Riku shifts in the bed and she freezes, determined to let him keep sleeping for as long as possible. Kairi knows Riku doesn’t sleep well very often; it had taken her fifteen minutes to sneak out of bed after she’d woken up so she’d be sure she wouldn’t disturb him. Most of their friends have fraught relationships with sleep, one more thing that ties them all together. The kitchen here in the castle has a coffee pot enchanted to keep the liquid within it warm for hours, but they hardly ever need it: between Kairi, Riku, and the apprentices, new pots are made constantly. Kairi bets there would be one down there now if she went to check.

Behind her, she can hear muffled sounds of distress and then the sharp exhalation of breath that she associates with Riku waking himself up from a dream. She frowns, saddened that he couldn’t sleep longer, though she’s not upset at the idea of having company.

“Hey,” he says, his voice thick with sleep. “What are you doing? It’s the middle of the night.”

Kairi can hear him moving around, shuffling off the inordinate amount of blankets they sleep with as island kids, so she doesn’t turn from the window. He’ll join her soon enough. She’s trying to memorize what this place looks like, at night and during the day. If she visits Radiant Garden in her dreams, she wants it to be accurate. It’s an odd compulsion, this feeling that she needs to soak everything in before she leaves. But she’s always followed her heart, and this, though strange, is no exception.

“I’m going to sleep for who knows how long once I get down there,” she says, looking up at what few stars she can see over the glow from the city. “I don’t need to sleep now too.”

Riku’s response to that is an inarticulate grunt as he wraps his arms around her waist, resting his chin on top of her head.

“You should go back to sleep,” Kairi says, but she leans back anyway, getting comfortable against his chest. He tightens his hold on her once she’s done adjusting.

“Nah. I’m not going to leave you alone.”

Kairi hums and rests her arms on top of his, and they stand there for a quiet few minutes. It’s easy to fall into the same breathing rhythm like this, the way they used to when they were kids. The first time Sora and Riku had shown her the secret place, they’d been at a loss for what to do next, having never shared their spot with anyone else. So they just sat on the cold floor in a circle, silent and breathing together, until Sora’s dad started calling for them from the docks.

Normally it’s soothing for her, hearing and feeling the breath from each of her boys, the physical evidence that they’re present and not far away again. Except only Riku’s here now, and the air around them feels empty without Sora’s breathing to fill it too. Kairi grips onto Riku’s arm, and he kisses the top of her head, sharing the feeling.

“Which one of them is the Islands?” Riku asks. He must be staring up at the stars too.

Kairi looks at them more intently, as though she’d be able to figure it out from this far away. Still, as she looks, calling out with her heart for the heart of the Islands, she thinks it works.

“That one,” she says, surprised at her own confidence, but it feels right. She raises one of her arms and points into the sky at a tiny dot, just one of so many. Riku bends down to rest his cheek on her shoulder and sight along the line of her arm. He stays there for a while, longer than she’d expected, until her arm starts to get tired. Then he pulls away with a quiet, “thanks,” and settles back behind her again.

“Do you miss it?” Kairi asks.

She feels Riku’s arms tense around her before he shrugs and relaxes them again.

“You’re my home,” he says, which is absolutely not an answer and she’s about to call him out on it when he continues. “So is he. So get him back…and maybe then it’ll feel like home again.”

“I will,” Kairi promises. All she’s wanted to do since Sora disappeared is to go find him, and the anticipation of being on the eve of doing so is almost too much to bear alone. But she’s not alone.

She grabs Riku’s arms and spins out from between them. Slipping her hands into his, she looks up at him seriously, struck with a sudden, wild inspiration.

“Dance with me,” she says.

Sora would have immediately pulled her close and started galloping off around the room, uncoordinated but somehow still graceful, his enthusiasm and heart making up for any technical lacking. Riku blinks at her from arms length, caught off guard.

“What?” He’s stalling, trying to buy time for his brain to catch up, but Kairi doesn’t want him to think his way out of this. She reels him in and wraps her arms around his waist, settling her cheek against his chest.

“Dance with me,” she says again.

It takes a minute, but he finally puts his arms back around her too.

“...This is just a hug,” he says after fifteen seconds of dead silence.

Kairi laughs. “Then start moving, dummy. Then it’ll be a dance.”

Riku mumbles something, and Kairi pulls back a little to stare at him. He averts his eyes but says, a little louder, “I don’t know how to dance.” Kairi stares harder until he continues, “I skipped a year of school, remember? My mom was gonna make me take a dance class that year, but I—”

“Was too busy saving the world,” Kairi finishes for him so he can’t tag on something self-deprecating.

“…Right.”

Undeterred, Kairi sets her jaw and nods. “That’s fine. It’s not that hard anyway. Come on: I’ll lead, you follow.”

She nudges his arms into place gently but firmly, and he lets it happen, faint bemusement creasing his eyebrows. She’s glad for his cooperation, since she knows she couldn’t move him by herself if it came down to raw strength. Their training together has taught her that. It’s also taught her that powerful hits aren’t always the most effective tools, and that several lighter, better aimed swings can accomplish the same or more. Her strengths are in mobility and in finding new ways to surprise her opponent.

Mobility she puts to use now, sliding her left leg forward and forcing Riku’s right leg back. He compensates well for the change in balance, and Kairi beams at him. She shifts her torso, leaning slightly to the right into Riku’s arm, before stepping her right leg to the side. Riku falters for a second, his combat instincts telling him to move the other way, but he follows after a moment, and Kairi rewards him with another smile. He smiles back, a little bashful, jerking forward and to the side to follow Kairi when she moves again.

“Congratulations,” she says, when they’re back where they started, “you can waltz.”

Riku barks a laugh and says, “I really don’t think—” before Kairi is moving again. Her strides are longer this time, carrying them into the rest of the room.

Like many of the other rooms in the castle of Radiant Garden, their room is huge, the designer of the place having been a fan of large, open spaces. Their bed and dresser are on one end of the room and a sitting area with a couch, a couple chairs, and some end tables is on the other, leaving them with quite enough empty area in the middle to dance around.

Riku had protested at the size of the room when Aeleus brought them to it initially, but after being shown several nearly identical rooms in the guest quarters wing, he’d sighed and accepted it. Kairi wonders if it’s because most houses on the Islands aren’t this big, and all the open places he had growing up were outside. She remembers rooms kind of like this from her childhood before the Islands, and the mayor’s house on the Island had doubled as the town hall, so it was by necessity quite large. The castle’s size doesn’t faze her in the least.

Kairi leads Riku slowly through the steps of the dance over and over, moving to some hidden beat in her head, until his enviously quick-learning muscle memory kicks in. They dance all over that room, from the bank of windows to the door and across from their bed to the chairs, twirling together and smiling. Content, for now at least, to just exist with each other like this. Neither of them wants to say that it may be the last chance they get for a long time, but they both know it: Sora had slept for a year while Naminé put his memories back together, and Riku and Sora’s own dream dive for their Mark of Mastery exam had quickly turned complicated and could have lasted a lot longer if Riku hadn’t pulled them through it. There’s a lot that can go wrong, but so much to be gained if it goes right.

Riku pulls Kairi closer to him, putting a stop to their dancing in favor of just holding her. She wraps her arms around his waist and holds him in return.

“I’m still here,” she murmurs, feeling Riku’s arms tighten around her at the words. “And I won’t be alone when I’m down there either: Even or Ienzo will be with me all the time to make sure nothing happens.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Riku says, speaking into her hair. He doesn’t sound convinced.

Kairi can’t figure out if Riku’s just being protective, wishing he could be there for her, or if he still hasn’t fully forgiven Ansem’s apprentices for the actions of their Nobodies in Castle Oblivion and thus does not trust them to take care of her while she’s asleep. Well, either way, he’s going to have to get over it because she’s doing this whether he approves or not. She’s told him as much already and he knows he can’t stop her.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, so softly she nearly misses it. She’s not sure if she was meant to hear it or not, so she doesn’t acknowledge it in words, just squeezes him tighter for a moment before peering up at him.

“Alright, your turn to lead now,” she says, grinning like it’s some evil plot of hers. “Think you’re up for the challenge, Master Riku?”

Bless that competitive streak in him that allows her to distract him like this, Kairi thinks, because Riku immediately moves back to a dancing position, mimicking the posture she’d had as leader. He takes her hand softly in one of his, resting his other at the small of her back. She sets her arms lightly on top of his, allowing her hand at his shoulder to creep toward the base of his neck. She rubs her thumb in slow circles there, waiting for him to start moving. He does, eventually, after staring at her for a long moment, as if memorizing her the same way she’d been memorizing the city.

Riku dances slowly, not because he’s unsure of himself in this, but because that’s the way he does a lot of things now. Kairi can see the results of his training with Terra in his movements, deep and deliberate. He’s nearly flawless in his execution of the dance steps too, faltering only near the beginning when he overthinks a turn. Kairi’s so proud of him: proud of the growth he made during the year he was away from her, but especially proud of the growth he’s made since she’s been there to watch and encourage him. It hasn’t been that long, but Kairi thinks they’ve made more progress together in that time than they would have apart.

They’ve always been each other’s strength, ever since Kairi came to the Islands and Riku and Sora welcomed her into their hearts. The three of them against all the invisible monsters they dreamed up, only now the monsters are real and don’t disappear when they leave the play island and the stakes are much higher than who gets to captain the boat on their way back home. Kairi’s experiences with the worlds beyond the Islands have been terrifying so far, if she’s honest, but fear hasn’t kept Sora and Riku from finding her when she was lost and she won’t let it keep her from finding Sora now.

She can do it. She’ll find him and bring him home, and then the three of them will protect the worlds, together, the way they were meant to. But that process will start in a few hours. Until then, she’ll stay with Riku, dancing through their room, and if, at one point, she hugs him close and steps up onto his feet, neither of them mentions it. Riku just kisses the top of her head and doesn’t let her go, only adjusting to hold her better so she doesn’t fall.

#kingdom hearts #rikai #sorikai #kairi kingdom hearts #riku kingdom hearts #i just have a lot of feelings about them and they deserve to be cute together

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gyaru-wish · 2 years

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Can I ask for some hcs of the sports and drama club?

Sure thing! I'll do 10 of each.

彡❤[𝒟𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒶]❤ミ

Kizana has Kokona as an assistant

2. Kokona tries to invite people to watch the practices to make Kizana happy

3. Tsuruzo has a fascination with coffee

4. Riku's cat is called Mura

5. Tokuko's mom is an stylist, so she knows a lot about that

6. Kokona makes snacks for everyone

7. Shozo sleeps SUPER late watching series

8. Tsuruzo fainted when he saw Kaga's new hair color

9. Riku has a really elegant handwriting

10. Tokuko and Tsuruzo have a fashion blog

彡❤[𝒮𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓈]❤ミ

Unagi is agressive without being aware of it

2. Itachi studies while he does excersice, screaming the answers

3. Hojiro is often thinking in what he can do to win Itachi

4. If for some reason, Budo passes nearby, Mantaro starts to talk about him for hours. Iruka is tired

5. Asu likes to eat ice cream, vanilla one

6. Unagi has a cactus on his desk

7. Itachi actually cares a lot about his teammates, it's just that he doesn't like to seem soft to them

8. Iruka's hairstyle is just him trying to be cooler

9. Mantaro bought the swimsuits

10. Except for Iruka, they are all noisy

#yandere simulator #im hungry

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phoenix-downer · 2 years

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For Now, For Always

~1830 words. Sora/Kairi. Set twenty years after KH3. Kairi POV. Slight Angst, Romance, Fluff. For SoKai Week 2022, Day 1: Anniversary.

Summary: Sora and Kairi revisit old haunts to celebrate their relationship. Though some moments are lost to time, others will stay with them forever.

Meet me at the beach, said the little note clutched in Kairi’s hand. A sudden breeze picked up, and she clung to the straw hat shielding her head. The late afternoon sun blazed down on the sand as the waves crashed against the shore. They lapped against the dock like playful creatures nipping at the soaked wood.

Riku had unexpectedly stopped by the house a half hour ago to whisk the kids away, leaving her with the cryptic note. On the note was also a suggestion to wear a swimsuit and bring a change of clothes. So here she was, wearing her favorite swimsuit, one of Sora’s loose t-shirts, a wraparound skirt, and sandals. Her hair was swept into a ponytail and sunglasses protected her eyes.

Days like this it was obvious she was not from Destiny Islands originally. The sun was brutal on her fair complexion, turning her from pale to burnt lobster to “how many freckles will fit on a square inch of skin” in a matter of hours. As she’d gotten older, she’d taken more precautions to protect herself from the relentless heat, hence her current getup. But the years of sun showed in her face now, at the corners of her eyes when she smiled, with the creases in her brow.

Well, it was only natural. Everyone aged. The passage of time was as relentless as the waves beating against the shore, taking a piece of the islands with them each time.

A long, loud whistle sounded out from behind her, and she flushed and grinned. Turning around, she saw her husband. In true Sora fashion, he was wearing a ridiculously colorful, unbuttoned islander shirt with hibiscuses on it, swim shorts, sandals, and sunglasses.

The kids would groan about how he was such a dad, but somehow he was making the look work. Especially with that big grin on his face.

“Hey, hot stuff,” he said. “You busy tonight?”

“Depends,” she teased. “Do you know how to show a girl a good time?”

He gave her a wink. “You know I do.”

“Then show me.”

He reached for her hand and led her down the dock to their rowboat. Even after all this time, holding his hand still made her feel like a giddy, lovesick teenager.

“So, where are we going?” she asked as they settled into the swaying boat.

Sora grabbed the oars and began rowing. “It’s a surprise.” With each stroke, they put more and more distance between them and the dock. She smiled at him and sighed. This brought back memories of all the other times he’d taken her on dates in his rowboat.

“Is this date gonna last all night?” she asked presently, curling a stray strand of hair around her finger as she admired the sun glinting on his chest and the muscles rippling in his arms. She sure hoped it would.

He grinned that wonderfully playful grin of his. “If you want it to.”

“So the kids—”

“Are in good hands until tomorrow morning. You can rest easy.”

Kairi relaxed. It was hard not to fret about them even though she knew they were fine. Part of being a parent and all. Even though she wanted to spend alone time with Sora, they were always at the back of her mind.

“Thank you,” she said, and he got that soft but intense look in his eyes he sometimes did. Even now that look made it hard for her to focus on anything else, and for once, she didn’t have to.

Before long, the shores of the Play Island came into view. Their own little unspoiled paradise, brimming with moments long gone and possibilities yet to come.

“Everything always leads us back to here, doesn’t it?” she said as they tied the boat to the dock.

“It’s why I brought you here.” He helped her disembark, and on the beach was a tent for two, the makings of a cozy campfire, a cooler full of food and drinks, and blankets for stargazing.

“You really went all out,” she said as she took in his preparations.

“‘Course I did, it’s our anniversary.”

She tilted her head, her hand going to her ring. “No it isn’t, that’s on—”

He smiled and looked past her. “Not that anniversary. It’s been twenty years, can you believe it?”

“Twenty years since what?”

He rested a hand over his heart. “What, you don’t remember? I’m shocked, Kairi, shocked and hurt.” His twitching lips indicated otherwise.

Twenty years ago… They would’ve been fifteen… Oh, that anniversary. She smiled and bit her lip. Did he have something special planned to recreate it?

“C’mon,” he said, reaching for her hand again. First they went to where the old raft was kept and sailed around on a new one Sora had made for the occasion. Then they enjoyed a nice swim before drying off and racing each other along the beach just like old times. They weren’t as fast or as limber as they once were, but it was still fun. Sora won, then chased her around until they collapsed into a breathless pile on the sand. That led to tickling and giggling and ended with him hovering over her.

The sun sank low over the water, and Sora gazed into her eyes. His breathing was uneven and hers was too. The moments of silence like this said more than words could sometimes. They knew each other so well that they didn’t have to speak, they could just enjoy being with each other.

He closed his eyes and kissed her, and she kissed him back. The years faded away and brought her to the moment he’d first kissed her. What a precious memory that was. She treasured it deep in heart, and the time that had passed, the thousands of kisses they’d shared since then, only made the memory more lovely, more wonderful, more beautiful.

He smiled at her, a smile that made her weak and her heart melt. A smile with a soft, loving look in his eyes that still took her breath away.

“Come with me,” he said softly, then helped her to her feet. The sunset sky was beautiful, and it was difficult to make out where it ended and the sea began because the two were touching at the horizon.

He led her to the paopu tree and they sat on it together. Then he reached behind him and pulled out two pieces of juicy yellow paopu fruit.

“On this day twenty years ago,” he began, “you took a leap of faith and offered to share the paopu fruit with me. And what did I do? Stared at you with my mouth gaping open like a fish in true Sora fashion.”

Kairi giggled into her hand. She had caught him by surprise, so his reaction wasn’t shocking.

“Once I recovered from my surprise,” he continued, “I quickly sobered up. Like any teenage boy, I freaked out a little at the thought of making such a big commitment as ‘intertwining destinies’ and ‘remaining a part of each other’s lives no matter what.’ What if I wasn’t ready? What if we changed our minds down the line?”

“Fifteen is an awfully young age to make a forever commitment,” she agreed. Her younger self was brash and just went for what she wanted. And a good thing too in this case, because the paopu fruit really had worked. But she knew most people didn’t wind up with their childhood sweethearts. She and Sora were the exception, not the rule.

“Then other questions popped into my head,” he said. “What if I couldn’t be there for you? What if I couldn’t keep my promise?”

She smiled sadly. Even after all these years the scars from their old wounds lingered.

“But then I realized, all my fear and doubt wasn’t because I wasn’t serious about you,” he said. “It was because I was completely serious about you. And I swore to myself that I would keep you safe. That I would be there for you. That I would keep my promise to you. And that was when I knew I was ready to share the fruit with you and put that promise into words.”

He offered her a paopu fruit now, and she took it from him. The lines and calluses in his hand were a silent testament to time.

“Kairi, I’ll keep you safe,” he said softly, echoing his words from so long ago. Many of the little details of their lives were lost to time, tattered and trampled by its relentless march, but some memories would always remain.

“Let me keep you safe.” She felt then as she felt now. Their love was ever new, evergreen. She would always love him as surely as the sun would rise and set again. And it would set for good, someday. Someday sooner than either of them would like. But that just meant it was even more important to treasure every moment together.

She lifted her piece of fruit to his mouth, but he didn’t lift his piece. Not yet. His hand was trembling and his eyes were filled with tears. They looked so beautiful in the evening light, as boundless as the sky and as deep as the sea.

“Sora?” she gently asked.

“Are you ever so happy you’re sad?” he asked, smiling through his tears. “I know it sounds crazy, but—”

She shook her head. “It’s not crazy at all. Sometimes I wonder, are joy and sorrow just two sides of the same coin?”

They’d both cried out of joy before—at their wedding, at the birth of their kids, at the renewal of their vows. In those moments it was strange how close joy felt to sorrow. At how her heart ached because she was so happy.

“I think they are,” he said. “And when I feel like this, I get the sense we’re meant for something so much more. Loving each other just gives us a sweet taste of it.”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling through her tears. “Maybe that’s why the paopu fruit works. Connecting our hearts and souls and bodies through a physical vow.”

“Then let’s do it again. Kairi, I swear on my life to love and cherish you,” he said, his voice breaking. “For now, for always.”

Tears dripped down her cheeks at hearing the words from their wedding vows. “And I swear on my life to love and cherish you, Sora. For now, for always.”

With that he smiled and lifted his piece to her mouth, and she lifted her piece to his mouth. They took a bite at the same time, recreating the cave drawing and the vow they’d sworn to each other so many years ago. Echoing the words from their wedding day. Getting a sweet taste of what their hearts longed for.

It all led back to this place, this fruit, this moment. For now, for always. Whatever life threw at them, their love would endure.

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A/N: The title of this fic is based on the song For Now, For Always written by the Sherman Brothers and sung by Maureen O’Hara in the 1961 version of The Parent Trap. The song just always really stood out to me for being so bittersweet and beautiful, and the lyrics feel really SoKai-in-a-few-decades to me. And now I finally got an excuse to write a SoKai fic based explicitly on the words to the song. Also, shoutout to @angel-with-a-pipette for the inspiration for Sora’s wardrobe a;lsdkfj we all know he’d rock the Hawaiian shirt look.

Thank you for reading!

#sokai #sokaiweek #sokaiweek2022 #sora #kairi #kingdom hearts #kh fanfiction #phoenix writes #phoenix-downer #slight angst #romance #fluff #long post

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regnantlight · 2 years

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|| Inspired by the “Who did this?” Meme—Send your muses reaction to finding my muse with a black eye or bloody lip. ||

@litoredeem sent:

“Who did this?”

There is this somber coaxing to it. The saddest eyes looking over the pincess in her battered state. His finger lightly treading the slope of her jaw, mindful not to graze a bruise or a split lip. But the further those fingertips rise, his palms now framing all that she had endured when her knight hadn’t been by her side, did that anguish take a new shape.

So he asks again, “Who did this?” and there’s an eerie calm to it this time around.

Save for the pressure of the air is suddenly taught... suffocating. His hands fall away and he leans back, gold swallowing what was the once sorrowful blues of his eyes... darkness is asking, this time. And it demands an answer.

It had been foolish to sneak away— had she learned nothing from the first time?— but there was little choice when she was made to keep secrets from one knight while the other was the one forcing her hand in lies. Time was running short. It was a knowledge that boiled in her blood and kept her awake in the long hours of the night, choking her chest and filling her thoughts with endless dead-ends. They needed more answers than holy springs could provide, they needed more light— they needed her to see Kairi again.

But of course, for all of Zelda’s attempts, she could no more recreate Riku’s ability to travel worlds than she could reach her Divine Power. Had they been watching, she wondered? Watching and waiting until the Princess of Hyrule was without protection? The Yiga Clan were getting cleverer by the day, and it did not bode well for her.

Why they hadn’t killed her outright, Zelda couldn’t say. Instead, they had forced her to the ground, kicked at her head over and over again, tied her wrists behind her back and dragged her to a nearby cavern drenched in a sickly aroma of bananas mixed with the tang of sweat and blood. And there she had stayed, in a dim little corner where the torch light scarcely touched, as deep voices she didn’t recognized spoke of the Blood Moon and blood sacrifices.

She tried to think. Tried to conjure a solution that could provide even a slim chance of survival, but it was all Zelda could do to keep her eyes open and head alert. Complicated equations flooded her thoughts as a means of distraction. Stay awake, the numbers begged. Just don’t fall asleep—

and then she hears a familiar voice. She hears Riku, and all at once, she feels safety and relief and gratitude beyond what she had ever expected to feel upon hearing his voice. She breathes his name, softly, quietly— the clan doesn’t seem to know he’s there as they continue their discussion beyond her sight. He touches her, and it’s just as soft, just as quiet, with a single question on his lips.

Zelda doesn’t answer at first. She wants to tell him that it doesn’t matter— let us just leave, she wants to say. Explanations could come later.

Yet he asks again, and the warm sense of safety she had felt turns cold. There are those eyes again. The golden gaze that had stared impassively as Heartless were shred to bits beneath his blade, and Zelda realizes quickly that answering him is her only option.

“Three Yiga Clan members,” she says, the cut on her lip stretching and bursting a new bout of pain with the effort. “But they were wearing their masks, I do not know which ones they were. There seem to be a good amount of them— be careful, Riku.”

For I already know what you are going to do next.

#STORIES BECOME LEGENDS (roleplay)#PERHAPS IN ANOTHER LIFE (AU)#violence cw #:)

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@knightfeared for Riku!

~ Sora ~

Do you remember when, you used to sneak out of your house at night, to come climb the tree to my room?

Do you remember chasing away my monsters and nightmares?

Do you remember holding on when I was too scared to let go?

Do you remember when there was only you and me, the sky and the sea?

Do you remember...

The soft, golden light was gentle on the walls of the small cave, giving the space a warm, cozy glow. A sharp contrast to the cold wind and rain outside. It was smashing down, the rain moving in silvery sheets, blowing sideways and back wards and even up toward the sky.

But it was only wind and rain.

Sora stared out at the stormy weather from within the safety of the cave. He watched it for a moment, staring out into the wet, grey day. Nothing came through it to the little safe haven he'd made. No monsters and no people. Nothing to fight and no one coming to the rescue.

His lower lip trembled and his hand curled into the dirt littering the floor. He looked away from the entrance and over to Riku, eyes shining with worry in the soft light. They'd been attacked. The Heartless had come in waves and together, they'd made a good team. Fighting them off and moving in sync with another and then... And then he'd gotten cocky. He'd made a move he shouldn't have, it was reckless and desperate and it was something Sora knew he never should've done. As the claws tore into his arm and the Keyblade fell from his hold, he'd known he messed up. He'd known he was in trouble. Then came Riku. Like a thunderbolt, he'd appeared, fighting off the enemies with speed and impressive skill, the cure spell on his voice. Green light had washed over Sora and the claw marks knit together, soothed by the power. But the move had been costly. Sora hadn't seen it, scrambling as he was to get back into the fight, but suddenly Riku crumpled, his Keyblade vanishing. Moving as quick as he could, Sora jumped and stood over Riku, doing his best to protect him from the remaining Heartless.

It all happened in less than three minutes. The attack, the mistake and the end.

Riku lay still on the ground, and Sora banished his Keyblade as soon as the last Heartless had vanished. Turning, he knelt next to his friend, saying his name and giving him a little shake. Riku didn't respond and Sora felt the first twinge of worry pluck at him. It was like a sting on the inside of his chest, as though something had just pricked his heart. Moving his hands over Riku, Sora cast the Curaga spell and waited for him to move.

Dread began to pool in his stomach when Riku remained unmoving and carefully, Sora turned him over. There was blood on his face and in his hair and feeling his heart drop somewhere deep inside him, Sora cast another Curaga. It started to rain when Sora was half dragging, half carrying Riku to the safety of the little cave. The man was heavy and bigger than he and moving him was a feat and a half, but one that Sora would do again and again, just to keep him safe.

Then all there was to do, was wait. Wait and worry.

Wrapping his arms around his knees, Sora looked at Riku laying there, his eyes wet. His thoughts were all a mess. There was worry for Riku. There was guilt that it was his fault. There was sorrow at seeing his friend hurt and motionless. There was heartbreak for being powerless to do anything. “Riku...” Sora spoke his name quietly, like a prayer. He had taken off his jacket and laid it on the ground before laying Riku on top of it. He was already a mess with blood, Sora didn't want him to get any dirtier.

Do you remember those days we spent together?

Do you remember the hours of smiles and adventures? Do you remember when I said, that you're my hero?

It was still raining. It were as though the very heavens had opened up, to unleash its woes upon the ground below. But it was still dry in the small cave, though it was cold. The soft ball of light that hovered in the middle, gave no warmth, only a gentle glow. Aqua had taught him the spell, said that it would light up even the darkest of places for him; and there'd been a quiet understanding between the two.

Sora had moved to sit by Riku's head. Carefully he moved bloody and matted hair off his face, wishing that his green eyes would just open and that he'd smile and tell him that everything was gonna be alright, in that warm, strong and reassuring voice of his.

He wished Riku would wake up.

He wished Riku would say his name.

Call him lazy.

Call him an idiot.

Sora chewed his finger nails, looking down at Riku.

And waited. And waited.

Outside it rained and rained.

And Sora, choked on a sob. His hand curled into Riku's, gripping it tight.

I remember.

#knightfeared #Riku || Sora #Muse: Sora #Sora: Verse ???#Have some sad!#<3 #random starter #hope you don't mind!

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