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“You’re… gonna get sick.” Riku mumbles, his eyes fixated on the ceiling.
“Then why are you holding my hand?”
ye olde sickfic
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Sora hangs out with Riku and plays a video game but just can't stop thinking about Riku's hair. Maybe...
Sora plays with Rikus hair and they like-like eachother, i think.
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Fandoms: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games)
01 May 2023
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Riku thinks that there's something wrong with him. Sora understands more than Riku would think.
riku finds out trans people exist L
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It’s time for tweek to pick up another “package” from the kind people renting the mccormicks shed. though, when they aren’t there, (presumably arrested), tweek must return empty handed back to the coffee shop. the parents, knowing all too well that this could put them out of business, hurry to try to find a replacement dealer. This ends up being a fake dealer, and the parents are arrested. how will tweek deal with the knowledge his parents had drugged him, and how will he get through the absence of coffee?
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The second Riku wakes up, he knows it’s going to be a bad day.
There’s an ache in his side that’s sending telling shocks through his nerves in a familiar way. Not like he had slept on it wrong, but a deeper, more base pain, one that digs through skin and tears through bones and throbs and sparks.
Out of all days, did this really have to happen now? Of all the days, why is it now that his old injuries choose to rear their ugly heads?
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21 May 2023
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Riku doesn’t just get what he wants without working for it; that’s not how his life works. If he gets what he wants something awful happens, and under no circumstances can he allow anything else awful to happen to Sora. He’s been through enough for lifetimes.
But gods he wants him so badly. He wants to hold him close and tell him everything will be okay the way he’d always dreamed of, to kiss him silly and shower him with all the devotion and love he’s held back for all these years, to make him feel special and loved and adored the way Sora has always deserved, but his stupid heart can’t take the strain of all the emotions he’s feeling at getting his entire worldview completely shattered.
(Post-Canon: Sora surprises Riku with a sudden confession, and Riku’s poor heart has a hard time accepting it)
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21 May 2023
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Sora turns back to Riku slowly, giving himself ample time to mentally prepare to see his best friend - and crush - shirtless. But what he sees on the milky expanse of Riku's torso stops him in his tracks.
Riku has scratches everywhere. Their sides, their arms, their abdomen, their chest. Sora catches sight of an ugly scar on his hip, dark and burnt-looking from where Xemnas's Ethereal Blades burned through his clothes. But that's not what draws his attention.
He notices two scars - neat and surgical, somewhat recent - outlining the underside of Riku's pectorals. Sora breathes in sharply, letting his gaze drag over collarbones, neck, and jaw before finally reaching his friend's eyes. Had the situation been different, he would've teased Riku about how perfect their imitation of a tomato was. If Sora hadn't been sitting right in front of his childhood friend and wondering how he'd never noticed something as significant as this. If Sora hadn't been freaking out over the possibility that Riku didn't trust him.
Because why else wouldn't Riku tell his best friend he was trans?~~~
t4t quadratum soriku because there's barely any trans riku content on ao3 and this is a crime
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11 Apr 2023
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"I'm sorry," Sora says, for maybe the hundredth time since they returned from the Dark Margin. He knows he's the reason for Riku's injuries. It keeps him awake just as often. Maybe that's why he was up when Riku wandered by; maybe he was thinking about the treehouse, too. Wondering whether he could grab a handful of that old magic instead of a handful of splinters, if only he crossed the sea, climbed up, and closed his eyes on the right moon-washed night.
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21 May 2023