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@dawnriscn
psa. riku is gay sorry i don’t make the rules

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KINGDOM HEARTS III
Riku | リク
nesciret:
@dawnriscn is a fucking menace
and yet, you love me so
@nesciret // vanitas
he can hear the sounds of voices chattering away inside the restaurant they’d come to, blissful and serene as the scenery around it was. it’s a small yet pleasant setting, seaside where there’s a calming view of the sea life that plop over the surface every now and then for a peek at what it’s like above sea level. it’s here, he finds that that he must bite his bottom lip, brows revealing the pleasure his body feels when he’s pressed into the cold surface that is the door of a bathroom stall. between his legs is the man that would make him scream for an audience to hear without care, diligently taking the time to ensure he unravels at the cause of his ministrations— his tongue is the devil, he thinks, promising him everything he could ever want and denying him shortly after. he’s toying with him, he knows, but vanitas can’t help but let him when he looks too entrancing when his sole focus is making him come. his fingers curl around strands of his hair kissed by starlight, grip tightening when he feels himself teetering closer to the edge, ready to give voice to how overwhelmed he felt when riku cared nothing for any unceremonious visitors. lips part, eyes clamping shut as he lets loose a moan that is louder than intended, courtesy of his boyfriend knowing all too well how to wring them out of him. his voice escapes as a pitiful whine when he tries too hard not to let it end so soon— caught between wanting to shatter beneath his touch and never wanting it to end. ❝ riku, please— ❞ it’s a decision he’ll let riku make for him as he lets his hips drive forward into the heat that welcomes him.
he had intended to get through the night as any other. had meant to enjoy their meal, a normal night out for food and the company of one he holds dear to his heart. and they had nearly made it through, content in each other’s presence, the calming atmosphere of the sea at their backs, soothing. nearly. but nothing is ever quite so tempting as when vanitas peers at him through thick, midnight lashes framing eyes that contain the sun and smiling wickedly as if he held some secret that would set riku aflame. it may not have been his intent to stoke the fire of his desire, but it had, and he was nothing if impatient.
reasons to not kiss him: 1. you weren’t raised to love tender. 2. when he’s around all you do is tremble. when he’s around you want to get on your knees. look how much power he has over you. it’s dangerous. 3. he’s too good at forgiving and you’re too good at violence. 4. you know what they say about monsters. you know what happens to the boys who love them. are you going to do that to him? 5. your hands don’t know how to be gentle. think about the last beautiful thing that shattered in your palms. the fresh rosebuds crumbling between your fingers like a bruise. you wolf-boy, you war machine. you wouldn’t know how to hold something magic and not destroy it. 6. if you hurt him it might kill you 7. if you hurt him you might kill yourself. 8. you are very bad at rehabilitation. this is one addiction you’d fail to give up. he’s going to ruin you for all other kisses and all other boys and you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to forget his name. 9. you still aren’t sure he isn’t a dream. 10. if you kiss him, you might wake up. reasons to kiss him: 1. because he’s beautiful. 2. because he asked. 3. because he preceded please with, i’m not afraid of you.
yes & no // natalie wee (via wondersmithinc)

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nesciret // vanitas
it’s sparked by the constancy of dread tenaciously clinging to his conscience— the feeling of overwhelming insecurity within his current standing. there is no foothold on the jagged pass he climbs; no outcome where they both remain happily within each other’s arms as though death doesn’t hand over their heads, idly watching and waiting for the perfect moment of ideal grace vanitas is dealt to strike and so quickly steal it. it’s a thought that lingers like a stray cat— never around constantly, but always returning when it’s fed. with this thought, he’s left to stir within their bed, sleep evading him as though he were a plague to be cast out. vanitas turns on his side, facing away from riku as though it would take his mind off his rest’s silent thief, but to no avail. his fingers grip at the blanket that only partially covers them both, himself having stolen whatever purchase there was for riku to find within it during his fitful, temporary sleep.
it grows, festers, and becomes a beast no longer able to be tamed; the ideal monster nourished by his family’s curse, he thinks. it’s laughable— he’d thought that just this once he’d be able to escape it. the monster hadn’t always been so enormous; once, it hadn’t even existed on the same plane as he whenever he and a loved one were near. little by little, life by life, each and every one of them had contributed to the beast’s dwelling, making a home for it deep within his chest that he would suffer whenever he’d so much as thought of approaching someone new. now, it roared with a ferocity that could only ever be quelled by the touch of riku’s hand against his cheek, palm settling when he wished to grant the affection he’d known was needed but never asked for. it’s only when he’s granted no small amount of affection ( because he wants to, not because he needs to ) that it returns to a small, incessant voice only to be heard when he listens hard enough. vanitas turns once more, this time, intent on gazing at the beautiful features of his sleeping lover— long frostbitten lashes closed, lips slightly parted when he breathes ever so softly, hair sprawled about the pillow his head rests upon.
he must let him go, he thinks, otherwise he won’t be able to live with himself knowing that it’s the beast that’s killed him. he must leave and never come back, he thinks, his own palm cupping a pallid cheek as he smiles, as if yearning.
@dawnriscn
“ he’ll never love you. ”
it’s dark, always dark. his dreams are nothing more than shadows that chase him until he’s too exhausted to continue, leaving him breathless and aching, never quite able to wake up ( did he truly ever try? ). their voices sometimes permeate these dreams, constant reminders that he can never truly be rid of his past, be rid of the people who had taken bits of his soul until he could never get them back. it’s their voices that caress his cheek, brush against his neck as if lips to touch, wrap possessively around his hip as if to claim.
“ how can anyone love something so tainted? ”
the words echo around him, like bouncing off walls, and he stands still, chin tucked to his chest as he surrenders to the perverse thoughts that never seem to leave --- who could love someone such as himself? it slithers through his mind, even in waking hours, even when when the scorching sun lays warmly upon him, intent to chase away the cold that seeps into his bones and settles deep as if to root him there, frozen. they caress him as if familiar, taunting him with the knowledge that he once he cared little for himself. that he had once given his everything for nothing. he hadn’t cared. he hadn’t cared. and now he was dirty, broken, tainted. he was used and beaten, and everything had been his own fault. he had accepted it, had given in to it, had offered it. regret is a bitter taste that coats the back of his tongue and burns his throat. he wants to pull away from those hands, those that crawl over his skin; his throat, his chest, his thigh. familiar, repulsive ------
he wakes suddenly, eyes wide as breath lodges in his throat. the warmth of a palm sits upon his cheek, startling in its tenderness, resembling nothing like that of the hand that so coldly touched him in his dreams. gaze is momentarily frantic until he finds purchase in that of warm sunlight. vanitas. new breath fills his lungs. vanitas is different. vanitas, though cold and hard on the exterior, is warmer than any fire he might press his cold hands too. softer than the goose down that filled his favorite pillow. gentler than any mother to it’s child. but there is something hidden between them, unspoken words that create a chasm he can’t cross. words that tear the breath from him in a single movement. “ he’ll never love you. ”
“ don’t. ” it passes his lips in a hush, barely there but still to be heard, without intention. he had not meant to speak, to break the beautiful smile that adorns his face, but he cannot help the tightening in his chest at the subtle shift of his eyes, sunlight shifting dangerously. cannot help the catch in his breath at the hand that cradles his face so gently. he doesn’t know why the word slips, or what he asks of him with it. he only knows that his heart is held in a glass cage, and any moment it might break, with even the slightest bump. he’s rigid in their bed, unable to move toward him, to close the distance that feels as if it will continue to stretch no matter how much pleading he might give. what was this feeling, this ache in his chest that resembled abandonment? he reaches out hesitantly, fingers outstretched as if to curl across his naked hip, lips parted in expectant question, but producing only one word.
“ vanitas... ”
riku in kingdom hearts 3
nesciret // vanitas
it’s with merciless fervor that he wishes to waive riku’s doubts— to cast them aside as if they had no merit and furthermore to tell him that he never had any cause for concern. he stills, fists clenched at his sides where once they’d fallen carelessly as though they’d never have any disputes even among the most trivial of mundane tasks. he’d seen riku dragged to the very depths of hell; his skin smoldering and his eyes glaring like that of a demon raging from being cast out, unwilling to relinquish its host. there a solemn pride that swells within the cage of his ribs, heart pounding when those eyes cast him a different kind of look— it’s one that seeks to learn instead of one that’s hellbent on razing every good thing he’s built up until now. he is a changed man, the very thought is enough to draw sentimentality from lips that have screamed with little regard to anyone else that might have heard ( ‘ you’re gonna be okay, riku! listen to me, riku! i’m here for you and i’m not going anywhere! ‘ ). he remembers days reminiscent of nightmares where riku had wanted nothing more than to tear vanitas’ smaller frame from his own, screaming that there was no one he could possibly have hated more in the world than himself right now. smile turns to smirk— oh, how times change.
he’ll take riku’s hand within his own, palms to touch, as he leans fully against his frame. there is no barrier of ‘ personal space ‘ known to him, especially when he needs riku to derive some comfort from his presence with him. ❝ stay with me, ❞ and his voice is akin to the sound of sirens wailing when silence pervades, a warning of danger far away. it’s a silent demand because he has already presented his vow to never leave his side, the derisive inklings of insecurity always a constant damnation of his conscience. ❝ i want you to stay. ❞
@dawnriscn
there’s a darkness within him, edges that cut like razors meant to reduce flesh to ribbons, crimson spilling from veins. its slowly spread across his soul, swallowing whatever kindness he might have once had as a child. but that was an innocence no longer, and he was burdened with the weight of realization that he had tainted himself. given in to that darkness, until he was spiraling to the pits of damnation. he was damaged, broken beyond repair, and he had no one to blame but himself. even now, as he gazes upon the figure that leans against him, no regard for space, almost in attempt for two to become one. it’s dredges up a feeling he once thought lost to him, forever. it slips between his ribs, and shocks his still heart. it stutters, cold for too long, and he breathes in in in until his lungs are filled with nothing but vanitas vanitas vanitas.
fingers thread with his, pressing to the back of his hand and he tentatively leans his head to rest upon onyx crown. it was the hand that lay with his own that had picked up his broken pieces, weathered slashed palms and attempting to piece together the shards of his life, as if that could renew what was gone ( it was nearly enough ). the silence settles about them, and he’s never felt compelled to fill it. despite his harsh, dark exterior, vanitas gives more than his appearance suggests. he is soft beneath an iron hide, giving way to gentle affection where one might think he would tear flesh with fangs should presence be breached. yet here i am.
their situation is not quite steady, always this question of what they were. there was no definition, no explanation for why he stayed in this house that was too big for the two of them. why he slept in the same bed beside him, with no ulterior gains to be had. why they shared breakfast in quiet companionship as the sun peaked across the noon sky. stay, he asks. stay as if there were any other place he could go. he wants to stay. to integrate himself into this space that had opened up to him. to be wanted was a powerful motivator and he was weak. but there was always a question, always a hesitation that one day, this was too good to be true. thumb caresses his hand, and he breathes, in in in. “ if that’s what you want. ”
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️
I LOVE YOU TOO SABRIN!! MY WORLD WOULD BE MUCH MORE EMPTY WITHOUT YOU IN IT!

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