#lol looks like @silly-goofy-mood beat me to the news

[uc-beepboop]

The original link to my arc 8 headcanons and me reiterating them here:

Soldier: Sir Up Ton, Helga

Poet: Nephila Mori

King: Sybilla Eirik, Penny Lovejoy

And I can’t find my arc 11, to be fair it might’ve been in chat in the UC discord, so here they are:

Soldier: Chet Sapphire

Poet: Foq Eweard, Jacob “Suds” Aaron

King: Atelut, Elanthielrian “Rian” Wright

DYING to know who everyone thinks the UC soldier/poet/king are

[plutosfallenangel]

Random Moon Sign Observations | pt.1

(*based on personal experiences and opinions. look at the whole natal chart to gain insight, just one placement isn't enough and some aspects/house placements can make contradictions to the below information*)

• Aries moon •

-makes more moves in the night (esp 12H)

-extremely protective over those they love

-when comfortable with someone they will make little noises and funny sounds, very animated beings

-feels emotions intensely, the most reactive to their own emotions and environment, in the physical body they feel every emotion deeply

-will jump head first into new passions or romances unless the chart indicates otherwise

-it's like pulling teeth to get their vulnerable side out, as time progresses they learn that they don't have to be the hard-shelled thing their early environments created and that being vulnerable is brave

-most will only have a few people reach their inner soft core in their lifetime

-artists in their own right, alone time is essential for the creative process

-inner competition with themselves, instead of seeing others as competition they will try to beat themselves and be a better version of yesterday

• Taurus moon •

-always around close friends, typically has 1 or 2 people they grew up with that they keep in their lives forever or atleast as long as humanely possible

-is it bad to say these people are pretty when they cry? I've never seen a Taurus moon ugly cry before

-extremely grounded, and extremely guarded

-have a hard time letting people into their innermost self or world, but once they do you won't be going anywhere anytime soon

-emotional support person for close friends/family

-has emotional support accessories

-bad smells can put them into a very bad mood, very sensitive nose

• Gemini moon •

-consistently stimulating themselves through conversations/books/video games/hobbies

-can struggle with consistent mood swings

-appreciates design and loves to build things/put things together

-can be the friend that knows everyone's behind-the-scenes drama

-witty and goofy people (my fav)

-they tend to bury themselves in a hobby when they're not feeling the best mentally (sometimes as a distraction without actually addressing what's wrong)

-asking questions can actually make them feel better, even if it's on random things, emotional support knowledge intake lol

-extremely good at problem-solving

• Cancer moon •

-the most emotionally guarded moon sign, and will guard their family/close friends emotions like their own

-sensitive yet sensual

-gives the warmest hugs

-remembers the smallest details for the longest amounts of time

-has to let their emotional body go with the flow and ride the "waves", once they feel an emotion come over they can't go around it.. they have to see it to the end

-if conjunct the asc their emotions are painted all over their face

-if you've ever made one mad, you know what those claws feel like... they are some of the most scary people to make angry.. imo

-sentimental daydreamers/ and dreamers

-most can't get over that one ex

-4 course meal @ 2am is to be expected, especially if liquor is involved

-one of the brightest imaginations next to Pisces, their memories are alive, well and extremely vivid

• Leo moon •

-once you get close to them, they can feel entitled to spending time with you (in my experience)

-can let things bottle up and EXPLODE

-I've noticed when they are passionate about someone they can keep a lot of those feelings inside and slowly reveal them overtime.. not as extravagant as some would think, but they will definitely make you feel like you're the only one in the world when they care about you

-spending time with them is so fun because they will make everything into a joke and silly

-the goofiest of the moon signs imo (they do it for the attention but I love it, give me more)

-can be very demanding emotionally from others, whether it's communicated or not

-expects the utmost loyalty and gives it back in return, even on small things.. these people are probably the most loyal

-will place people on a pedestal within their bright orbit, sometimes they can fall into people that give them a lot of attention, and not for the right reasons..

-the most generous (and they mean it)

-likes to do things that gets them recognized, even in a small town/group setting.. they want to play sports to get that trophy and team photo

• Virgo Moon •

-please for the love of god bring your own tums

-one of the biggest nurturers

-very specific style and aesthetic

-always on time, or at least their internal clock is

-the sleepiest employee

-out of all the mutable moons, I think virgo can sit and process their emotions the longest

-can also be the same moon sign to brush off emotional encounters until they've processed their end enough

-prone to addiction just like pisces/12H moons, using a substance as an escape, becoming an addiction most times because they strive for routine, and if something bad just happens to fall into that routine.. they can have a hard time removing it (emotional security in routines, even if the routine looks messy from an outsiders perspective)

-literal sweethearts (angels in their own right)

• Libra moon •

-the most loved in the room when they walk in, idk how to explain it

-can be a tad on the partner crazy side, hopeless romantic

-emotional support person for a lot of people but they do expect the same in return

-depending on what else is in the chart, they can become very codependent on another person and FAST.. they won't listen to anyone when it comes to their beloved

-similar to a gemini moon, they can struggle to find emotional balance, but this is mostly caused by allowing outside influences to effect their emotional body (ex: partners)

-when they're good, they're GOOD and when they're bad, they're BAD

-does the best when they're in a 1-1 setting bouncing feelings and ideas off another person, they tend to show up or call at the most random times to chat about something like their car insurance, almost like, can you listen to this idea and share what you think? (I love them for it)

-i know I said it before but, HOPELESS ROMANTICS 💔🔥

[smaller-comfort]

Aephorul does not have a crush on his best friend. That's absolutely not what's happening here. No, really. (Modern AU; college students)

Featuring: Aephorul's Olympic-level mental gymnastics, Resh'an's laundry list of trauma and assorted physical and mental health issues, safe sex, unsafe sex, and general goofiness.

I didn't think I was going to have any notes for this but lol. lmao even. This is me we're talking about.

I wish I had a good explanation or excuse for any of this. I do not.

Every time Aephorul has unsatisfying sex with a woman, he goes out and has unsatisfying sex with a man, and after doing that a few times, he mostly gave up. He'll learn the word 'demisexual' in his 30s, but by then he and Resh'an are married in the state of massachusetts and mostly monogamous.

What even is that title? I have no idea. It's better than the previous working titles, but not by much.

Resh'an's asshole roommate is Abstarak.

Resh'an's cellphone is a beat up flip phone with an antenna that he always forgets to buy more minutes for, which is why he mostly only uses it as a medication reminder.

Resh'an is on some unfortunate combination of stimulants for his adhd and antidepressants/mood stabilizers for his everything else, and is constantly horny and mostly unable to achieve orgasm. Why? Buddy, I wish I knew. He's probably more well-adjusted about it than he should be, but a lot of that is self-defensive avoidance.

Resh'an: His flat affect and terrible taste in movies have bewitched me. I can't not fuck him.

Real talk, though, I am using this AU to kick around a bunch of thoughts about disability, mental illness, and neurodivergence underneath the silliness, and I'm kind of hyperaware of the fact that I might fuck that up very badly.

Aephorul: *listening to Resh'an infodump about telescopes* I want to fuck you so bad it makes me stupid.

"I've offered to suck your dick on at least six separate occasions." "Offering to suck my dick in exchange for my last onion ring does not count. Come on. I thought you were joking." "I would never joke about onion rings!"

Immediately before the story, Nasreen gave Resh'an $40 and threatened him with bodily harm if he didn't ask Aephorul out. He never actually pays her back, but that's fine because she wins the bet with the rest of their study group on when the two of them were finally getting together.

Resh'an is literally the only person in their friend group who thought Aephorul was straight.

Aephorul doesn't actually realize that the other people in their friend group are, in fact, his friends.

There's ~25 years in between this and Life/Work Balance, but I'm probably not going to write any of that. Aephorul does go to med school, and then he nearly dies in a motorcycle accident; the accident completely derails his career trajectory and he never completes his residency.

His mother never stops looking at him like he's a disappointment, but he goes no contact with his family for a long time after the accident. It's fine. (It's not fine.) (He keeps in touch with one of his brothers, but it's a strained relationship.)

Other OCs that I love but won't write much of in this AU: Resh'an lives with his lesbian aunts when he's not at school, since his parents are also extremely terrible. (In Outshine the Sun, they're Solena and Luana. Here, they're a pair of new age hippies who keep chickens.) The more time Aephorul spends with them, the more convinced he is that Aunt Estelle murdered Aunt Anais' husband in the 80s. (He's not wrong! He and Resh'an get into arguments about this until one day Anais overhears them and is like "Of couse she didn't murder him for me. We murdered him together.")

I'm sorry, I'm going to be laughing at the sweaty palms bit forever. It was originally consigned to the scrap pile, but I'm glad I was able to work it back in.

[weelittleweasley]

unforgettable (g.w.)

prompt: george cannot wrap his head around that fact that someone like you loves him.

pairings: george weasley x fem! reader

warnings: language, allusion to sex (blink and you’ll miss it)

word count: 2.9k

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George sat on the living room couch, the smile on his face persistent as he watched you lay on the floor, Ginny resting in your lap laughing, as you argued with Ron about Godric knows what about now. You rolled your eyes as Ron passionately exclaimed something about how body blowing should be considered a foul in quidditch.

“I’m not intentionally hurting anyone if I body blow someone, Ronald. I’m simply ensuring that they drop the Quaffle in a manner that’s not directly me hitting it out of their hands,” you explain as Ginny just cackles harder in your lap, making you chuckle at her hysterics and Ron’s frustration with the both of you.

Ron throws his hands up in exasperation before exclaiming, “But you do end up hurting someone, (Y/N)! For Merlin’s sake, it’s called body blowing! Meaning that you literally knock the wind out of someone from sandwiching them!” His frustration only makes you and Ginny laugh harder, clutching your sides as he groans out. “Whatever, you two are impossible.” 

George watches your amusement and his heart beats faster and his eyes glow with adoration. You nose scrunches up as you laugh, grabbing Ginny’s arms as the two of you come down from your fits fo laughter. You wipe tears from your eyes as you catch your breath, George lightly chuckling to himself before rising from the couch to enter the kitchen to pour himself a cup of tea. 

In the kitchen, Fred sits on the counter, sipping on a mug of his own tea as he watches George stride into the kitchen, whistling a happy tune to himself. Fred shakes his head and chuckles to himself, knowing the reason for his twin’s especially happy mood. “Enjoying yourself, Georgie?” he wiggles his brows as he takes a cautious sip from his hot tea. Georgie looks at his brother who has a teasing smirk on his lips, making George roll his eyes. “Don’t lie to me, brother. I know there’s a reason for the goofy grin.”

George shakes his head, pouring hot water from the kettle into a matching mug over a tea bag. “You would be happy, too, Freddie, if your girlfriend came home with you for holiday break,” he tells Fred. “I’m just happy that I can spend some more time with her away from school and all.”

Fred laughs, “Oh, I bet. No one to disturb you or inconveniently interrupt a tender moment.” George throws the spoon he stirs his tea with at Fred who dodges it quickly. “Temper, temper, my dearest brother,” he giggles as George slaps him in the arm with a tea towel, Fred taking the blow with a chuckle. “Alright, alright, I’m done. I swear.”

“Having fun without me?” you interrupt from behind the two boys as you walk further into the kitchen, George turning towards you with a bright smile. He opens his arm as you happily run into it, hugging his side as George plants a kiss on your forehead, smiling down at you happily. Fred mocks you by making gagging noises as you roll your eyes. “Jealous, Freddie?”

He hops down from the counter, placing his mug in the sink. “Oh, extremely. Who wouldn’t want to be cuddled next to my ferociously handsome twin? Oh, right. Me,” he teases as you laugh, George mimicking him sarcastically. “I’ll leave you two be,” he speaks as he exits the house with Ginny running after him outside, the two of them now racing to the shed to grab broomsticks for an impromptu game of quidditch.

You turn towards George, looking up at him as he wraps both of his arms around you. “Hey there,” he speaks as you chuckle. “Having fun?” 

You nod up and down. “Lots. Thanks for inviting me to stay here for winter break,” you place your hands on his, giving them a squeeze.

George smiles, “Please. Mum practically begged me to invite you. She adores you.” Your heart warms up at his words. George’s family was so welcoming and kind to you from the day you first met them. The Weasleys took you in as if you were their own and you couldn’t be more grateful to have your boyfriends family adore you as much as you adored them. “I’m just glad that we can spend time with each other outside of the castle,” he sighs as you smile, grabbing his tea cup, stealing a sip from it. 

“Agreed,” you tell him. Most of your time with George was, in fact, at Hogwarts. It’s where you met, where he asked you to be his girlfriend, where you shared your first kiss, everything. Hogwarts held a majority of your memories as a couple. Even though you loved school, it was nice to escape and make new memories outside of Hogwarts, especially somewhere as special as his childhood home. “Anytime with you is a special to me.”

Your words make George beam with happiness. The time that you shared together was precious to George. Each moment filled with love and tenderness that he wouldn’t change for the world. He hated not being around you, that’s the majority of the reason why he desperately begged you to come home with him for winter break. George knew that winter break would be simply unbearable without you near him. Sure, he could always visit you at your parent’s house, but he preferred having you at his side, sleeping next to him in his bed, sitting next to him at dinner with his family, running outside with his siblings. But regardless where you were, you were on George’s mind, nine out of ten times. To George, you were simply unforgettable.

George ducked down and placed a sweet kiss to your lips as you pressed yours harder onto his. He pulled away with a smile, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re special to me,” he retorts as you roll your eyes at his cheesy line, but nevertheless, it still made you swoon. 

The day rolled around too quickly for George’s liking. He wished the days could be longer so he could spend more time next to you, making you smile at him with that smile that could make him drop everything. But the nights with you were George’s favorite. It was when you two could be truly alone. Without Fred barging in on a tender moment, or Ginny dragging you away to hang out, or Ron pulling you into a conversation about quidditch. The nights where were George had your complete and undivided attention, just the way he liked it.

You stood in the bathroom, brushing your teeth in your fresh pajama shorts and t-shirt as George squeezed into the bathroom behind you. His hands placed on your hips as he pressed a kiss into your hair before reaching next to you for his toothbrush, joining you in your nighttime routine. The two of you stood in the bathroom, brushing your teeth, mouth foaming with minty toothpaste as you giggled as white foam dripped down George’s chin. You tried wiped it away, but he swatted your hand playfully. “I like it like that,” he teased you with a mouthful of toothpaste as you giggled. “Makes me feel sexy,” he insisted as foamy toothpaste spit out of his mouth and onto the mirror which only made you two laugh harder. 

It was absolutely childish, but that was the thing you loved most about George. He wasn’t afraid to be childish and laugh about something as silly as toothpaste being spat out onto a mirror. You spit your toothpaste into the sink, rinsing your mouth before George did the same. “Breath check. I don’t want to kiss dragon breath,” you tell him as he blows onto your nose as you sniff. “Minty fresh. Well done.”

“Your turn then,” he says as you mimic his previous actions, George sniffing the air. He contorts his face with disgust as you look at him strangely. “Ugh, better brush again,” he teases as you swat his arm, making him chuckle. “Kidding, kidding,” he retaliates as you walk out of the bathroom with a roll of your eyes. “I’m teasing you! Come on, give us a kiss!” George chases after you down the hall as you squeal, running down the stairs now away from your boyfriend.

Quickly, you divert yourself into Ginny’s room, running onto her bed as she shakes her head with a smile. “The two of you are ridiculous,” she huffs as you lay on her body as she tries to read a copy of the Quidditch Times. George then stumbles into Ginny’s room as she sits up straight, pointing a warning finger at him, “No funny business in here, I swear to Merlin. Out of sight and earshot, please!”

George walks straight to the bed and grabs your body in his hands, pulling you into him as you squeal in protest. “We’ll be out of your hair in just a second, Gin,” he winks before grabbing you by the legs and hoisting you up as you flop over George’s shoulder with a yelp. “Night, small fry!” he calls out as he leaves Ginny’s room, heading back up the stairs to his room.

While walking up the stairs, George passes Fred who makes his way downstairs. Fred groans, “This is really what I’m sacrificing my room for!” You laugh as George continues to walk up the stairs, ignoring his brother’s comment. “You’re really making me spend another night in Ronald’s room? The bloody kid sleep talks! You know what that’s like?! One minute being fast asleep and the next waking up to the sound of your brother moaning Granger’s name?” Fred huffs.

“Shut the bloody fuck up, Fred!” Ron bellows from his room as Fred rolls his eyes before disappearing back down the stairs.

You finally reach George’s room and George flops you onto his bed before shutting the door and crawling into the bed next to you as you giggle. George places a kiss to the tip of your nose, lips, and then chin. “Good evening,” you smile at George as he smiles, you running your fingers through his freshly washed ginger hair. “Ready for bed?” 

George shakes his head, “Eh. Not just yet.” He crawls off of you and sits up as you follow, facing him criss cross applesauce. George pulls you closer to him as you smile, kissing his lips quickly. As you pull away, the look in George’s eyes is so soft and tender, making your heart skip a beat. There was a look on his face that you have never seen before as you give him a puzzled look. What could he be thinking about? But before you can ask him, he opens his mouth and says, “Sometimes...I just forget that you’re mine.”

You let a breathy laugh escape your parted lips. “What do you mean? Of course I’m yours, darling. I’ve always been yours,” you tell him, placing a hand on his cheek. It was the honest truth. Even before you and George had been official, you were always his. Your heart belonged George before you even knew it. He was always the first person you thought about when you opened your eyes and the last one when you closed them. You went out of your way to “bump” into him in the halls or “accidentally” find him in the common room. George Weasley had you wrapped around his finger no matter how much you hated to admit it. But soon enough, you came around and accepted the fact that there was no one else for you but him.

The words spoken make George feel like he’s on cloud nine. When George met you, he knew you were special. Special in the sense you were a person George couldn’t forget. No matter how many girls he flirted with, how many activities he occupied himself with, no matter how he tried to distract himself, you were unforgettable. Never before has someone been more unforgettable. 

George gives your hands a squeeze before he tells you, “I mean you have always been on my mind. You’re never not there. And knowing that I really have you, all of you, is something incredible to me. It’s incredible that I have someone who is unforgettable. And that same person thinks that I am unforgettable too.”

With a happy sigh, you melt into George’s touch. As if he couldn’t get more perfect than he already was. The love that you had for each other was enough to move mountains and part oceans. It was a love that was so powerful, so immeasurable that it almost terrified you. You didn’t think that such a love was possible, but George made it easy. Loving him was like breathing. It was second nature to you. Involuntary even. “Georgie...” you trail off, gazing into those deep brown eyes that could make you melt into a puddle on the floor. “You’ll stay unforgettable forever. You’re my one and only,” you tell him, placing both of your hands on his jaw. He sighs and leans forever, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss as you inhale deeply, goosebumps erupting on your exposed skin. Kissing him was like the first time every time. It never got old.

George pulls away, pressing a quick peck on your lips again. “I could listen to you say those words over and over again,” he speaks with his eyes closed, smiling happily as you chuckle. With a dramatic sigh, he flops onto his back, “I’m living in a dream.” You laugh and shake your head, trying to pull him back up. “Shhh, don’t wake me up. It’s a lovely dream,” he protests.

“You’re so dramatic,” you huff teasingly as George peaks one eye open. “Come on then. We’ve got all night. What do you wanna do?” you poke his chest as he lays for minute, trying to think of something. 

George puffs his cheeks, lost in thought before an idea pops into his head, eyes brightening up with the idea. “Put on a jacket,” he speaks with a smile before jumping off the bed and opening his door and disappearing down the hall. 

You furrow your brows in confusion. What could he possibly want to do that required a jacket? It was the middle of December. It would be freezing outside. “What?” you speak to yourself before scooting off the bed and eventually following him down the hall.

In typical George fashion, he insisted that the two of you go for a walk outside. He claimed that cold winter nights were his favorite. “It’s freezing, Georgie. You could have at least told me to put on proper pants rather than have me in pajama shorts,” you tell him as you pull your jacket closer to your body, trying to keep in your body heat. 

George pulls you into his side, “Don’t be a cry baby. It’s so nice out.” You shake your head, mostly from exasperation, but also from the windchill. The two of you start on a short walk outside, a little ways away from the Burrow, but not too far. You had to give it to George. The moon beautifully illuminated the countryside, the Burrow standing behind you two in all of its glory. Suddenly, George darts away from you and starts running into a grassy part off of the road as you roll your eyes and follow him. In the grassy field, there is a small bush full of beautifully blossomed winter white roses. George plucks the most full rose from the bush with a smile and hands it to you. “A rose for my rose.”

You accept the gift with a blush and kiss his lips quickly. “Cute,” you tell him. “I didn’t know that roses grew wild out here,” you sniff the rose in your hand as George places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you away from the rose bush.

“They don’t,” he tells you as he quickens his pace. “That bush belongs to the house over there,” he points before he breaks out into a light jog. “So start running before we get caught!” he calls before breaking out into a full sprint.

“What?!”

“What are you doing on my property?” an unfamiliar voice calls out as you immediately start running, following George as he cackles. “Weasley!!!” the voice screams as George runs faster, you trying to keep up. Obviously this wasn’t the first time George had trespassed the property.

After running, George slows down his pace with a breathless laugh as you catch up to him, slapping his bicep. “Are you out of your bloody mind?!” you yell at him as he laughs. “You realize how much trouble we could have gotten into!”

George shrugs, “What’s life without a little trouble?” You roll your eyes before looking down at the gorgeous rose he had plucked for you. You sigh, giving in, and sniffing the beautiful rose again as George smiles proudly, knowing you had liked the token. He pulls you into his side and places a kiss to your forehead. “But I reckon we’ve had enough trouble for tonight,” he sighs as you both walk hand in hand to the Burrow, both smiling messes. 

As you walked back to his childhood home, you looked up at George. In the moonlight, he was breathtaking. George was really one of a kind. There was no one like him in the world and being loved by him was better than anything you could have imagined. Being loved by George was simply unforgettable. “Hey,” you stop in your tracks as George follows suit. “I love you.”

George smiles and cups your face in his hands. “And I love you. Forevermore.”

[kenzichi]

Title: Right, Right Before

Author’s Note: Another fic I wrote when I was in my pre-final-battle-Soriku-honeymoon phase. I wrote this one the same time as this one. There’s still two other soriku fics I haven’t posted yet lol. 

~~

Knock! Knock!

“Riku! Sora!” The voice calling their name was high pitched and squeaky. It was unmistakable. It was Donald. “It’s time to get up!”

“If you don’t there’ll be no breakfast left f’ya!” And that was their other friend Goofy. Riku groaned, turning in the bed slowly. He stretched his arms above his head, but when he tried to stretch further back his hands hit the headboard.

Today was the day, but he wished it wasn’t so. Traveling to a new world was always stressful, but exciting. But this trip wasn’t exciting at all. They were traveling to the Keyblade Graveyard today. The final frontier. Riku and his friends all went to Yen Sid’s for one final briefing and the Master insisted they stay the night. Riku knew it was obviously more responsible to rest, but who can relax at a time like this anyway?

Riku sat up slowly, trying to comb through his hair with his fingers. He sighed and looked over to his left. There lay his best friend sleeping soundly. He was sleeping on his side, his profile perfectly in view of him. His messy hair just barely hid his eyes and his breathing was soft and steady. The impending danger didn’t even seem to exist when he looked at that face. And of course Donald and Goofy’s calls didn’t seem to stir him.

But then again he might just be used to it.

Riku tried to sneak out of bed, but he felt a tug on his shirt. “Oh, they did wake you up.”

“I was already awake.” Sora replied flatly.

“How long?”

He shrugged, “All night… Pretty much.”

Riku sighed, understanding. He tried to leave the bed again, but Sora didn’t let go. “Wait. Just a few more minutes.” He didn’t even try to argue. Once again it was like the danger awaiting them was non existent when he looked at Sora. Why wouldn’t he want to live with that feeling a little longer? Riku rolled over and scooted close to him. He wrapped his arms around Sora’s waist and Sora used this to cuddle even closer. “I just want to be with you. Even if it’s just a few more minutes.”

“You’ve been unusually clingy you know.”

Sora rested his head on Riku’s chest. “Can you blame me?”

Riku paused, “How are you feeling… about today?”

Sora shrugged. “Pretty… confident. I know we’ll win. I just know it…”

“Hm.”

“But… The truth is I’m scared. Scared for everyone, but I do really believe everyone will make it out in the end. I can see everyone in my head. All the scenarios… But… The only one I can’t seem to see… the only one I’m not sure about… is me. Will I be okay? Will I…?” Sora started going off in a whisper.

“Hey.” Riku propped himself up on his elbows and looked at him now. Riku brushed Sora’s bangs to the side so he could see him clearly. “Don’t talk like that. We’re prepared. We’re ready. Your strength is your friends right? And you’re ours. We’ll be alright.”

Sora was surprised, it caught him a little off guard. And he felt fully exposed now with his hair out of the way. It made his cheeks warm up a little. “When did you get so optimistic, Riku?” Sora chuckled.

“That’s what happens when I’m around you.”

Sora’s smile faded and his expression was nothing, but serious. “Riku. Do you think I’ll be okay?” His eyebrows curled upwards. “I’ll believe it… if it’s coming from you. Riku.”

Should Sora really put all his faith in his words…? No. He wasn’t going to think like that. Because I’ll make sure nothing happens to him no matter what. "You will.“ He kissed him several times all over his face, making Sora giggle, "You will be. I promise.” He said it like he was reassuring himself too.

Sora smiled, “I believe you.”

Sora wrapped his arms around Riku’s neck and pulled him closer. He ran his fingers through Riku’s hair. He kept his eyes on him, not daring to move any closer. To see what his friend would do. Their bodies were touching, hearts connected and beating as one. They stared at each other for awhile. It was morning, they’re assuming, but Yen Sid’s world was so weird. The light from the moon was shining on their skin.

“What do you want me to do Sora?” he whispered.

“Anything.”

Sora closed his eyes before Riku even made a move and Riku used that as an invitation to kiss him. He kissed along his jawline, his neck and he liked the sound Sora made when he did. Sora tilted his head, inviting every kiss Riku made there. All of a sudden, Riku blew hard into his neck, making the loudest sound, and it totally stunned Sora. He bursted out laughing and Riku laughed too, nuzzling into his neck playfully. Riku rolled on top of his friend, his weight all on him.

“Riku! Really!?” He laughed. Sora brushed Riku’s hair back so that his forehead was now showing. “Let me see you.” Riku lifted his head, his blue eyes peering up at him. “You’re silly.”

“Got it from you.” He smirked.

“Riku I was being serious, but you killed the mood.”

“We’re already being irresponsible. We should be in the kitchen by now, y’know.”

“I didn’t say you had to do much. Just something!”

“That kiss was something.”

“Hmph. And I thought you changed. There’s the old Riku I remember.” He puckered his lips. “Nothing wrong with being a little irresponsible right?”

Riku kissed Sora’s pouting lips. “It’ll be something to look forward to after the final battle right?” Riku ran his right hand down Sora’s body. He immediately went for the hem of Sora’s boxers. Sora shuttered just at Riku sliding the tips of his fingers in. Riku chuckled at Sora’s reddened face before pulling away. “Just hold off until then won’t you?” Riku sat up on the bed now, stretching his arms.

Sora gasped, stars in his eyes. “Riku! I didn’t know you had that side to you!” He sat up, smirking. “I can’t believe you just did that! And then played it off like it was nothing…”

“Well I have to keep my reputation as the cool one of the group right?” Riku said, jokingly.

“No one calls you the cool one.” Sora replied smugly, “You’re the only one.”

Riku turned around and nudged him, laughing, “Just get ready you dork.”