@vatsunara Here is a teaser for the Riku x reader fic I’ll be writing! I hope you enjoy!
You were waiting at the train station for Riku to come back.
He and Sora were at Yen Sid’s castle for the results of the Mark of Mastery
exam.
You had every faith in Riku, of course, but nerves on his
behalf gripped your chest nevertheless.
You looked for a clock. Riku hadn’t expected to be gone
later than this. You bounced on your toes, trying to shed some of the nervous
energy.
Another train was pulling into the station. You’d been here
for two other arrivals and departures, eager to be there whenever the pair
returned, to be the first to greet them and see how it had gone. Hopefully,
they were on this one. There weren’t very many inbound trains left that they
could be on.
As the train came to a stop and hissed, it began to disgorge
people, and you scanned the crowd, your nerves on high alert, so you would be
sure not to miss them.
And somehow, you still were tackled by Sora. When you got
over the shock, you patted the side of his arm slung around your shoulders, and
he let you go, beaming. You reached out for Riku, and he hugged you (much more
calmly than Sora had), a single, short squeeze, and then he released you.
“So how did it go?” You asked.
“It went great!” Sora cleared his throat and collected
himself. “I mean, it went great.”
You let out a little laugh, then turned to Riku. “And for
you?”
“That’s what Sora means; it went well for me.”
“So you passed?” You almost
gasped.
“I did.”
You grinned, throwing your arms around him. When you let go,
you grinned. “You must be proud.”
“I am. The entire time, I couldn’t wait to tell you. It was
almost all I could think about for a minute.” The three of you began walking,
but it wasn’t long before Riku stopped you all.
“Sora, I hate to ask, but could I have a moment alone with y/n for now?”
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This is a domestic Axel AU for the lovely @alecair. It will be about five parts long, a mixture of SFW and NSFW. I hope you like it my darling, something short and sweet on this Thursday night. ❤
Axel had had a particular
appreciation for sunset as long as you’d known him. This, of course, increased
exponentially in the fall. Well, it wasn’t technically fall yet according to
the calendar. But the chill in the evening air and the fiery glow that was cast
over everything the sunlight touched told you those days were fast approaching.
Speaking of a fiery glow,
you looked over at Axel. He too, had a bit of a glow to him, as if he were
reflecting the light back outward. You wondered though, as the light turned
from orange to a deep red, if he was reflecting that light or if that slight
pink across his cheeks was coming from within… so to speak.
So you kept looking at
him, waiting for him to look at you. Eventually, he shot you a glance, with a
little lopsided smile, and you were quick to turn away—but not quick enough.
He’d noticed you.
Not that you hadn’t
wanted that. Why else would you have spent so long looking at him, studying him
as if you could memorize his face solely by merit of time spent looking?
Rather than make it
awkward, you spoke. “This is nice.” You slid your pupils to the very edge of
your eyes to look at him some more.
He nodded, but then he
seemed to think of something. “There’s a certain degree of romance to it.” He
scooped you up from your seat, making you gasp from being ever so temporarily
airborne, and set you down on his lap. “Not that that isn’t appropriate.”
“Oh yeah?”
He took advantage of the
fact that you were waiting for a response, and ducked his head to your cheek to
kiss you. “Yeah.” He laughed as he pulled away.
“Obviously. Doesn’t the vista light a fire in you?”
…a fire. A fire… in you.
For a moment, you held back your laugh, but once the hilarity of that comment
had sunk in, you let your smile widen with a little noise in your throat. “I
figured that was you, not the view.”
“Well. I’m flattered.” He
commented. He rested his chin on your shoulder. “Do you know how long until the
sun’s all the way down?”
You fished in your pocket
for your phone, and tapped a few times to get a look at the weather. “Just a
few more minutes.”
You lifted your elbows as
he slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “Great.”
“Are you that eager to
see the stars?”
“It’s not about the
stars, it’s about the dark.” You looked at him, confused. “People can’t see us
as well in the dark.” What he was getting at was only slightly clearer. You
knit your brows, trying to parse his meaning. He sighed. “If people can’t see us,
we can be a bit more…”
“Free in taking
liberties?” You offered.
He nodded, a wicked grin
blossoming. “Exactly.” He lifted one
hand from where it had been locked on your waist and moved it to the side of
your head. With gentle pressure, he pulled you even closer, to kiss your
temple. “So we just need to sit tight for a few minutes, and then we have free
reign.”
You blinked into the
sunset, letting out a tiny sigh. “A few minutes.”
He ran a hand through
your hair, rubbing a lock between his fingers as the ends passed through them.
“You’re the one who has the weather report up. You know exactly how long we
have.”
You picked up your phone
again, refreshing the screen. “I could also just look at the sun.” That did
prove to be more helpful, as it was sinking below the horizon almost as though
you had told it to hurry up, plunging the land into a soft, quiet darkness.
You craned your neck
upward as the last vestiges of the light were just a glow, and the sky was a
spectrum of colored stripes that faded into a dark navy blue at its apex. Stars
were beginning to speckle the sky at its darkest points, and other spots of
light took up their positions in the rapidly dying light.
“So.” You said. “We’re
left under the cover of night.” You leaned forward slightly—or rather, you
stopped leaning slightly backward—as you took your eyes off the sky and let
your gaze settle on Axel. He’d been face-to-the-sky himself, and was still
looking up there, all traces of his usual comportment gone from his expression
as he stared. Well, you had to get his attention somehow. Softly, you whispered
“Hey.”
He turned from stargazing
to you-gazing, though the look on his face didn’t really change—he looked at
you like you were unknowable and eternal, but still somewhere he was glad to
call home. “Yeah?”
“Night fell.” One of your
arms was resting around his shoulders now, and your other hand cupped his
cheek. This seemed to snap him out of his quiet reverie, and his grip on you
tightened as he leaned up to kiss you.
Soon enough, your hands
were in each other’s hair, or ghosting over a few patches of exposed skin, whatever
it took to keep the other close, to continue to feel soft touches, tender
kisses, warm breaths. The air around you two was suddenly much cooler than it
had been in previous nights, colder than the weather forecast had told you only
a short time ago.
Surely this was a sign.
The stars were lovely, the darkness of night a curtain you two could draw
around yourselves, but still, more warmth and privacy might be better. It was
with that in mind that you rose from where you two had been sat for the better part
of an hour at least, and dragged Axel
up with you (no small feat, convincing him not only to get up, but to let you
pull him up like that). And so you walked, eyes in the sky, towards a warmer,
more comfortable environment. Not that you needed much heat once you started
walking—a fire had been lit in you.
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