I just think readerbot and Moon deserve some nice moments, occasionally, yknow?
(i like to call this one, the power of being stuck in a broom closet with the subject of your affections COMPELS YOU)
(tiny extra under the cut)
Inner Sun Cam didn’t make it into th final piece but do not fret, he is there in spirit
(Also YES the dialogue is from DHMIS and NO I will not be taking criticism and NO I do not CARE if this is CRINGE the dialogue is SOFT and VULNERABLE and it makes me feel WEAK)
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KH is my newest interest, so I wrote a short thing about Riku being sleepy and sappy over his partners xoxo
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (no spoilers for any specific game)
Relationship: Sora/Riku/Kairi
Additional Tags: Domestic fluff, Riku POV
Rating: General Audiences
Wordcount: 585
Sora was probably the deepest sleeper Riku had ever met. Once his head hit the pillow, everything around him ceased to matter, and he was out like a light. From there, it was near impossible to wake him without liberal use of pots and pans or, on one occasion, a trumpet. On days where they had somewhere to be, this was exasperating at best and at worst made Riku want to rip his and/or Sora's hair out.
But that morning, there was nowhere for them to be. Of course, that didn't stop Kairi from abandoning them in favor of finding something to eat, but it left Riku and Sora in bed for the time being. Riku had been awake for a decent while, not quite one to rise with the sun but leagues ahead of Sora, who was still drooling on Riku's arm. Riku wouldn't miss the chance to mock him for it later, but in the moment, it just made his heart clench with an impossible fondness.
How could it not, when the sunlight filtering in through the curtains turned Sora's already tanned skin golden? When his face was slack and peaceful in rest? When, despite how utterly conked out he was, he still occasionally nuzzled into Riku's embrace? Riku really never had a chance.
He lifted his arm from around Sora's waist to swipe the pad of his thumb across Sora's cheek, the movement steeped in reverence. From there, he cupped his palm around the side of Sora's neck, feeling Sora's hair between his fingers and his steady pulse under his skin. Riku dipped into the pool of his collar bone, caressed the ridge of it, trailed over the freckles on Sora's bare shoulder and arm. When his hand caught the edge of the blanket, fallen to Sora's elbow, he pulled it up to protect Sora from the slight morning chill.
"You're still in bed?" Kairi asked from the doorway. She clicked her tongue teasingly as she entered their bedroom and took a seat behind Riku on the bed. "And you call us lazy."
Riku elbowed her gently, causing her to fold in on herself with giggles. "Shut up," he muttered and scooted closer to Sora in an attempt to hide his smile.
Kairi took the opportunity to fill in his voided space, stretching herself along the line of his back and surrounding him in blissful warmth and the fruity scent of her soap. She propped herself up on one arm so that she could lean over Riku's shoulder and rest her cheek on his. "He's so pretty, isn't he?" she asked dreamily as she reached out with her free hand to brush back a lock of hair that had fallen over Sora's nose.
Maybe a little, if I squint, Riku would have said if Sora could hear him, just to be able to laugh at whatever insult got thrown back at him. It was just him and Kairi, however, and maybe Riku could be a bit of a sap when he himself was still decently sleepy, so all he said was "Yeah," in the same tone that she'd asked the question in before grabbing Kairi's wrist and drawing it to his chest to hoard more of her touch to himself. He felt the edge of her smile press into his face, but she made no comment as she indulged him and they both pretended, just for the moment, that she wouldn't snitch the entire gooey-sweet interaction to Sora when he woke up.
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