#nothing to say for riku

[starrivdraws]

[aurorangen]

The first baking session with Mrs Kobayashi and some wise words were told about the journey of baking. Riku also came over for a surprise visit and he got the chance to try Suzume's first bakes!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

What's the craziest ask you've ever gotten?

once had someone send me their very own home-grown wiki entry of the russian alcohol industry in the context of alcoholic vexen

[qualityrain]

that part of ddd novel where sora tells joshua to get down and joshua is like man ur becoming more and more like neku everyday :////// and soras confused is so funny to me. urghhh sora youre just like neku let me do what i waaaant. cant have shit in shibuya AND traverse town. cant ditch the mission cant walk there cant find the shibuya river and now i cant sit on the roof and act all emo???? fuck offfff

[robotsafari]

i know riku was pointing at sora’s heart in that one kh2 scene because wordless storytelling is a virtue (and unfortunately becomes straight up nonexistent in modern kh) and like the audience already knows, they dont need to spell it out and its also just a very riku thing to do but…..

can i say something. it’s probably not canon at all but i always found it strange how riku-ansem’s voice went back to riku after the reveal that it was riku. it feels strange, like could he always do this? switch his voices back?

the way riku stays silent most of the time feels like he doesn’t even want to hear ansem’s voice come out of him. but the pointing part with sora (and many other scenes) feels like he only speaks when he finds it necessary, which doesnt feel necessary now that his voice is back to normal, because thats what we hear, and that should be true.. unless you think of it this way:

headcanon: riku’s voice coming out of riku-ansem can only be heard by sora and kairi (and by extension, the audience) after feeling his heart’s connection. (the thing where they closed their eyes and felt his heart)

i like to think that to anyone else he still sounds like ansem, including.. to riku himself. so he does the same as before, because to him, nothing has changed. he feels that hes still not himself, even after his friends know that its him now.

[nebuvoid]

Oh also you know how Sora says something to Kairi at the end of KH3 and it drives me up the wall not knowing what it is? He actually pulls the same shit at the end of KH1 too while Destiny Islands rebuilds around Kairi. Speak UP boy I can't HEAR you!!!!

[cinnabeat]

rememebred everyones kh3 outfits and now im annoyed again

[princewylder]

*squints* hey is that new riku art as your pfp

.... Maybe 😳

[dreamsy990]

There were so many weird ships and crazy stuff in the old kh fandom and the fact it was mostly everywhere back then it was crazy like can we have nice things? :/

i have no comments on the old kh fandom because im really only just now engaging with it. but it seems like a rough time to be around for. i salute you kh fandom veterans o7

[system-of-a-feather]

Apparently XIV and my fiance are conspiring to change my alter name to "V" just because XIV kins Johnny Silverhand and is technically Nero and in both cases the character XIV assigns me in relation is somehow a character named "V" in both cases and I'm just like

[yvesssssssss]

ohhh i got an idea ! imagine some of them having little kids like heisuke shishiba nagumo natsuki and shin and their kids tell them that they want to marry their mom (the reader)

"I’m Gonna Marry Mommy!"

(heisuke, shishiba, nagumo, natsuki, shin)

Raising kids wasn’t easy—especially for men who were used to a life of danger, strategy, and, in some cases, pure chaos. But nothing could have prepared them for the ultimate enemy: their own children trying to steal their wife.

Ahh, sorry it took kinda long! But I hope you like it! Their little kids being total Mama’s boy/girl was too cute to writeෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

Heisuke

Heisuke was lounging on the couch when his five-year-old son, Kaito, climbed onto his lap with a serious expression. Heisuke knew that look—it was the same one he got when he was about to take a long-distance shot.

“Dad,” Kaito said solemnly.

Heisuke raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“I’ve decided,” Kaito announced, gripping his tiny fists. “I’m gonna marry Mommy when I grow up.”

Heisuke blinked. Then blinked again.

“Wait—huh?”

Kaito puffed out his chest. “You always say Mommy is the most beautiful person ever and that you love her more than anything. So I wanna do that too!”

Heisuke stared at his son, then at you, who was in the kitchen humming while cooking. Then back at Kaito.

“…I respect your ambition, buddy, but there’s a little problem with that plan.”

Kaito frowned. “What?”

Heisuke smirked, ruffling his son’s hair. “Mommy’s already married. To me.”

Kaito gasped, horrified. “No fair!”

You turned around, confused. “What’s going on?”

Kaito pointed an accusing finger at Heisuke. “Dad stole you from me!!”

You bit back a laugh while Heisuke grinned in victory.

“Sorry, kiddo. You’ll have to find your own amazing wife someday,” Heisuke said smugly, while Kaito pouted, crossing his arms.

“This is the worst day ever.”

Shishiba

Shishiba had never expected fatherhood, but his three-year-old daughter, Mei, had him wrapped around her tiny little finger. She was currently sitting on his lap, playing with his tie, when she looked up at him with her big, round eyes.

“Papa?”

“Mm?”

“I wanna marry Mama.”

Shishiba froze. “…Come again?”

Mei nodded enthusiastically, holding up her small hands. “I love Mama! She’s so pretty and nice and gives me kisses!”

Shishiba exhaled through his nose. “That’s… true.”

“So I’m gonna marry her!” Mei declared, as if it was already set in stone.

Shishiba rubbed his temples. “Yeah, no. That’s not happening.”

Mei pouted. “Why?”

Shishiba leaned down, his usual deadpan expression unwavering. “Because I already married her.”

Mei’s eyes widened in betrayal. “YOU DID?!”

You walked into the room just in time to see Mei clinging to Shishiba’s leg, wailing, “Papa, how could you?! I thought we were besties!”

Shishiba sighed, looking at you. “Your daughter wants to steal my wife.”

You chuckled, picking up Mei and kissing her forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll always be my baby.”

Mei sniffled. “Can I at least have cuddles?”

Shishiba grumbled. “Fine.”

You ended up sandwiched between them, with Mei hugging you tight and Shishiba grumbling about his daughter’s ‘betrayal.’

Nagumo

Nagumo was used to tricks, deception, and unpredictability. But he wasn’t prepared for his own four-year-old son, Riku, casually dropping a bombshell while they were playing.

“Papa, I’m gonna marry Mama.”

Nagumo almost dropped his playing cards. “Huh?”

Riku grinned, showing off his missing front tooth. “I love Mama, so I’m gonna marry her when I grow up!”

Nagumo smirked, ruffling his son’s hair. “That’s cute, kid, but I married her first.”

Riku huffed. “I can fight you for her!”

Nagumo laughed. “Oh? You think you can take me, huh?”

Riku nodded fiercely. “Mama kisses my boo-boos. Does she kiss yours?”

Nagumo squinted. “…You little punk.”

You entered the room, seeing Riku holding his tiny fists up while Nagumo held up his hands in mock surrender.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

Nagumo pointed at Riku. “Your son is challenging me to a duel for your hand in marriage.”

Riku nodded seriously. “Mama, you’ll marry me, right?”

You giggled, crouching down to kiss Riku’s forehead. “You’ll always be my handsome little prince.”

Nagumo groaned dramatically. “Betrayed by my own family.”

Riku grinned. “Heh. Get rekt, Dad.”

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki was brushing his six-year-old daughter’s hair when she suddenly turned to him with a pout.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna marry Mommy.”

Natsuki paused mid-brush. “…Oh?”

His daughter crossed her arms. “She makes the best pancakes and gives the best cuddles! I want to marry her.”

Natsuki grinned, setting down the brush. “Hmm, well, that’s a problem, sweetheart. She’s already mine.”

His daughter gasped. “WHAT?!”

Natsuki nodded, smug. “Yep. I called dibs.”

“That’s not fair!”

He chuckled. “Sorry, kiddo. You’ll have to find someone else.”

His daughter pouted before suddenly perking up. “Fine! Then I’ll marry someone like Mommy!”

Natsuki grinned. “Good taste, kid.”

When you walked in, your daughter ran up to you and hugged your leg. “Mommy, can you make me pancakes?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Natsuki smirked. “See? She’s all mine.”

Your daughter glared at him. “I’m gonna find someone even better than you, Daddy.”

Natsuki gasped. “Rude!”

Shin

Shin was sitting on the floor, watching TV with his son, Haru, when the little boy suddenly grabbed his arm.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“I wanna marry Mommy!” Haru declared.

Shin nearly choked on his drink. “Wh-What?”

Haru beamed. “Mommy gives the best hugs, and she always makes me my favorite food! I wanna marry her when I grow up!”

Shin rubbed his temple. “Uh, kid… that’s not really how it works.”

Haru frowned. “Why not?”

Shin sighed. “Because Mommy’s already married. To me.”

Haru gasped. “No way!”

You walked in, seeing Haru looking devastated while Shin looked amused.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Haru sniffled. “Daddy married you first.”

You chuckled, kneeling to hug him. “You’ll always be my little prince, okay?”

Haru brightened. “Really?”

“Of course.”

Shin sighed. “Looks like I have competition.”

Haru smirked. “That’s right, old man.”

Shin groaned while you laughed, watching your son cuddle into your arms, completely victorious.

[princesjackpot]

Locked in and wrote out some of the idea - mostly covering the pre palace arc events... It's not too bad I will review it tomorrow

Rare Captain update but I think I finally have something somewhat resembling a plot.

[woniluvu]

STUCK ❣ on!you wish ｡

( 恍 ) nct wish × fem. reader・approx.300 WC・slow-burn, fluff includes! lingering touches, unsaid feelings, falling in silence, bestfriend dynamics

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Sion

It’s after a long night of studying together. You're half-asleep on his shoulder, mumbling about snacks and dreams. He looks at you—hair messy, hoodie half-zipped, your hand resting barely an inch from his—and he feels something twist in his chest. It’s not new, he realizes. It’s always been there. He just didn’t know it had a name until now. He brushes a crumb off your cheek and thinks, “This is what love feels like… and it’s been right here all along.”

Riku

It hits him when you're dancing like a maniac to a dumb song in his living room, socks sliding on the floor, absolutely unbothered by how chaotic you look. You trip, he catches you, and you both burst into laughter. But when your eyes meet—just for a second—it lingers. His smile softens, and his heart stumbles. “Oh… oh no.” He stares at you afterward while you raid his snack drawer, suddenly unsure if he can keep calling you “just a friend.”

Yushi

He’s always been protective—holding your bag, texting to make sure you got home safe, offering his hoodie without asking. But one day, you're ranting about something small, face scrunched up in that way he secretly finds adorable, and all he can think about is how much he wants to kiss you mid-sentence. It freaks him out. He laughs it off, but that night, lying in bed, he whispers to the ceiling: “I think I’m in love with her.” And then adds, “Doubt.”

Jaehee

You fall asleep on a train, head resting on his shoulder, and he doesn’t move the entire ride just so you stay comfortable. Everyone probably thinks you’re dating. He used to laugh when people assumed that—now his stomach flips at the thought. When you open your eyes and smile sleepily at him, something clicks. He’s not just your safe place. You’re his too. “How do I tell her without ruining everything?” he wonders, biting his lip.

Ryo

It happens during a storm. You're both stuck inside, sharing snacks and watching old movies. You jump at a loud thunderclap, and without thinking, he reaches over and holds your hand. You don’t pull away. You never do. Later, you fall asleep on the couch, your head on his lap, and he brushes your hair from your face. “She trusts me with her whole heart,” he realizes. “And I want to protect it for the rest of my life.”

Sakuya

You’re out buying plushies—him, as usual, pretending he’s “just helping you choose,” even though he’s the one hugging every soft toy first. You hold one up to his face and say, “This one kinda looks like you,” laughing. He grins, cheeks a little pink, but thinks nothing of it. Later, walking home with matching plushies in your arms, he says, “You’re my favorite person to do this with,” completely unaware that his heart is already gone—and you're the one holding it.

[httshi]

˖˙ ᰋㅤ━━━ㅤ. . ADDICTING KISS

ㅤ[ㅤ편지ㅤ] ── you and riku were just hanging out . . until the couch turned into a full-blown makeout battleground. oops <3

ㅤㅤㅤcw.ㅤㅤ꒰ㅤmdni · lots ( like . . lots ) of heated kissing, lap-sitting, tongues & hands, and riku being an absolute menace to societyㅤ੭.

you didn’t mean for it to get like this. not that you’re surprised it did. not when it’s maeda riku — who always looks at you a little too long and sits a little too close and touches your waist even when there’s enough room to walk past without needing to. but this time . . yeah. this time is definitely different.

it starts with something simple. you’re just on the couch together, he’s flipping through something on his phone, aimlessly, like his mind’s somewhere else.

your legs are tucked beneath you, facing him, and he’s sprawled out with one arm behind your head, thumb occasionally brushing your shoulder. he smells like his shampoo and that spicy cologne he only wears when he’s trying to act like it’s nothing — like he doesn’t want to drive you crazy.

you don’t even know what the hell you’re talking about anymore. something stupid. probably some show or someone’s post. but your words slow down when he looks at you, and you swear he knows it.

his eyes flicker down to your lips once, quick, but not quick enough to miss. your breath catches just slightly, and you see the way his mouth twitches like he’s amused. like he’s so sure you’re not going to do anything about it.

he leans in first, not all the way. just close enough that you can feel his breath when he murmurs, “you’re staring.”

you say, “you started it,” but your voice is already lower, weaker, like your body gave you away before you could lie. his eyes are heavy-lidded and slow when they trail from your mouth to your eyes and back again. then he tilts his head and says, “then I’ll finish it.”

and then he kisses you. it’s hot immediately. no teasing, no sweet warm-up, no gentle press of lips to test the waters.

it’s all tongue and teeth and low breaths catching between the mess of it. his hands are on your face instantly, both palms framing your jaw as his thumbs drag slow along your cheekbones.

he kisses like he’s hungry. like he’s been dying to do this and now that he has you, he’s not going to stop.

you part your lips, letting him slide his tongue into your mouth, and the sound you make is embarrassing but completely involuntary.

his mouth moves against yours like he knows what you need — messy, deep, slow in a way that makes your thighs clench together without meaning to.

his fingers tilt your chin up, holding you exactly where he wants you, and the second you whimper, he groans low in his throat and kisses you harder. riku tastes like mint gum and something sweet, and you’re honestly dizzy from how good he feels.

you grab at his hoodie, bunching it up in your fists like you need something to anchor you, and he laughs into the kiss, lips still moving with yours, like he likes that you’re clinging to him.

like he expected it. one of his hands drops from your cheek to your waist, dragging you closer, pulling you into his lap like you’re weightless.

when you straddle him, your knees digging into the couch cushions, his hands grip your hips immediately and he mutters a breathless, “fuck, finally.”

then he tilts his head the other way and keeps kissing you, deeper this time, slower but with more pressure, more tongue, more everything.

you can’t even breathe right. you don’t want to. your fingers slip into his hair before you realize you’re doing it, and the second you tug just a little, he moans softly into your mouth and you swear it sends a bolt of heat through your entire body.

he shifts beneath you, like he can’t help it, like he’s trying to get even closer somehow, and the way his hips jerk up just slightly — yep. there’s no pretending this is just a kiss anymore. you’re both fully gone.

he pulls away for half a second, just to look at you. his lips are red, a little wet, and he’s breathing hard. his hands stay on your waist, thumbs pressing into your skin through the fabric like he needs to feel you everywhere.

“you’re so pretty like this,” he says, voice low and wrecked, and then he’s kissing you again before you can even react.

this kiss is slower. deeper. he takes his time licking into your mouth, sucking gently on your bottom lip, then pressing his tongue to yours like he means it. like he wants to memorize how you taste.

it’s obscene. your hands are sliding under the back of his hoodie now, feeling the warmth of his skin, his spine, the soft give of his waist. he groans when you do it, and his grip tightens like he’s warning himself not to go too far.

but it’s already too far. you know it, he knows it. and neither of you care.

his hands are wandering now — up your sides, down your back, gripping your thighs, like he doesn’t know where to settle. like he wants all of you under his palms at once.

the kisses grow messier again, sloppier, spitier, and when you grind down without thinking, he curses against your lips and pulls you tighter.

“you’re driving me insane,” he whispers, dragging his mouth along your jaw, then back to your lips again like he needs them.

you didn’t answer, you just kiss him harder. you lose track of time. it’s all tongues and teeth and moans that get caught in the back of your throat.

it’s him pulling you closer and closer until your chest is pressed flush against his, every kiss making your skin hotter, every sound making your stomach flip.

your whole body feels like it’s buzzing, your lips are sore, your breath is shaky, your thoughts are gone, and still, he doesn’t stop kissing you.

you’re not even sure how your hands got under his hoodie, how your palms ended up pressing flat against the heat of his bare back, but now you can’t stop touching him either.

his skin is warm and smooth and flexes under your fingers every time he shifts, every time he grips your thighs tighter or adjusts the way you’re straddling him like he’s trying to grind against you but still barely holding himself back.

his tongue pushes deeper into your mouth, slow and deliberate, and he groans again when you meet it with your own. the way he kisses is unrelenting — wet and heated and thick with need, like he’s trying to get drunk off your mouth alone.

like nothing else matters except this. except you and him and the filthy, slick sounds echoing between your lips every time you kiss harder.

he pulls back just an inch, panting, eyes glazed as he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, and his gaze drops to your mouth.

“look at your lips,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “all swollen. you’re gonna ruin me.” you barely get a second to process it before he’s dragging you back in.

his hand slides up your back, under your shirt now, fingers splayed wide as he holds you to him while he kisses you again — slower now, but deeper, like he wants to savor every second of it.

his mouth lingers longer, his tongue strokes yours lazily, and he hums against you when your nails press lightly into his skin. it’s so intimate, so heavy, so hot that you feel your whole body trembling from how badly you want him.

your thighs are shaking slightly with the effort of holding yourself up on his lap, but you don’t dare move. you just keep kissing him back, chasing every brush of his lips like you’ve never wanted anything more.

the couch creaks faintly beneath you with every shift of your bodies, but all you can hear is the wet slide of your mouths, the occasional hitch in his breath, the soft growls of satisfaction when you tug at his hair again and he melts right into you.

“you’re so addictive,” he mumbles, barely pulling away, his lips brushing against yours with each word. “don’t stop. please don’t stop.”

you didn’t. you tilt your head and kiss him deeper, and he groans like it physically hurts to feel this good.

his hands won’t stay still — gripping your hips, trailing up your sides, flattening against your back, tugging you closer every chance he gets like the feel of your body against his still isn’t enough.

he shifts his thighs beneath you, his hips pushing up again, grinding this time, slow and unmistakably intentional, and you gasp right into his mouth.

that’s when he breaks the kiss again, forehead pressing against yours, breath coming out in heavy, hot puffs.

“you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he admits, voice rough and ragged. “just wanted to grab you and kiss you like this — mm, for so long.”

you whimper softly, gripping his shoulders, rocking against him now without thinking. he curses again, pulling you back into another kiss like he’s punishing you for making him feel that honest.

this one’s filthier — his lips part wider, his tongue messier, and he groans into your mouth like he’s completely undone.

you don’t know how much longer you keep going. it feels endless, like time doesn’t exist outside the heat of his mouth and the way his hands won’t stop touching you. and honestly ? you really really don’t care. you never want it to stop.

[sirathurheit]

Exactly! Like, my main issue with Soriku as a ship is that it's fans and the content they produce, 60% of the time, at least, treats Sora a lot like certain female characters in cishet ships, ignoring his side of the story, diminishing his importance and contributions and propping him up mainly as a pretty prize to be won or a motivation.

You know, nothing quite captures my time as a member of the KH fandom better than the fact that I just put on the search bar the words "Sora is the best kh character" in hopes of finding some meta or something about my favorite character, and instead the few top posts are either about how cool Riku is, how Kairi sucks and how canon soriku is.

[princewylder]

It's funny how much Riku enters my mind. Like I forget he's not canon sometimes. That's just Yukari and Mitsuru's son. Canonically. To me.

Dude this is so sweet ty 🥺 it means a lot that hehe 😈