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SoKai Week Day 1 - "Let's take the raft and go--just the two of us!"

Summary: Kairi experiences the wonders of the world of Corona, and writes down her experience in a letter she might never let Sora read. Even if it’s only for her eyes, the sweetness never runs out.

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DEAR SORA,

I still can’t believe how beautiful the world of Corona is! You were right in suggesting for us to start our (well deserved, might I add) summer vacation here. Though, I still keep laughing about the fact that when we first arrived, it was raining. You immediately started whining about how the rain ruined our first day at Corona, but I stand by what I told you. 

Who doesn’t love a little bit of rain? There’s nothing wrong with a cloudy day and a bit of drops. Besides, it made for a cozy day full of cuddling and sneaking kisses in our shared room, hehe. I still find it so adorable that you keep blushing whenever we kiss, I never thought I would be the forward one in this relationship. 

That reminds me, I’m so glad I got to meet Rapunzel and Flynn! Rapunzel is such a warm and energetic person, I definitely understand why you get along so well with her. And I do have to admit, Flynn is such a charming man as well. Now, don’t be getting jealous if I ever let you read this. You know you’re the one I love after all. 

Dancing with you at the town square was so much fun Sora, I never knew you could dance so well! Riku was the one who took dancing lessons when we were little back at Destiny Islands, but I’m glad I got to dance with you here, in this moment. 

You owe me many more dances after this one, Mister I-Keep-Disappearing-On-My-Girlfriend. Thank the Light that the paopu fruits we shared have done their job in reuniting us. 

My favorite part of the entire trip though, had to be the Lantern Festival. Oh Sora, I have never seen a sight so beautiful. All those wonderful lanterns, lit up and floating up the night sky. I know you panicked when you saw my tears when you handed me a lantern of my own, but I waved your worry away because there truly wasn’t anything to be worried about.

I was happy, Sora. I was so, so, so happy to be there with you, to share that moment with you. Our lanterns even had the pattern of the paopu fruit, you sneaky boy, did you really think I wouldn’t notice? 

I mean it, with all my heart, when I say that I want to stay by your side. 

And to think, this vacation all started because I remembered about that little joke I made about us two leaving on the raft. We were so young back then, and I was so scared, even if I never had the courage to admit it. The words just tumbled out of my mouth, I couldn’t control myself. What was it that I specifically said… Oh! 

“Let’s take the raft and go–just the two of us!”  

Riku was changing, everyone was changing, and I didn’t want us to change into something unrecognizable. I think a part of me is glad you didn’t take my offer seriously back then. I don’t think we would’ve lasted long since all we really thought of taking with us was one seagull egg, three mushrooms, two coconuts, three fish and one drinking water, of all things. 

I really do wonder what we were thinking in having that just be our supplies. 

But, I’m glad you took my offer now. I think we truly deserve this adventure, together, in the way we never have been able to be before. 

I’m not sure if I’ll ever let you read this letter, I just like talking to you even if it’s through paper. I guess I just wanted to update journal-Sora on how everything is going. Letter-Sora? Paper-Sora? Oh, you get what I mean. 

I’ll write back soon, with more news to come. I can’t wait for the next world you and I will go too! 

With all my heart, 

Kairi ❤︎

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A/N: Happy day 1 of SoKai Week everyone 🥳! I'm so excited to share what I have written for the prompts, and I'm glad to be able to celebrate another year to this very adorable pair 💜. I feel pretty happy with what I've written for Kairi, I think I managed to capture her voice well, but I'm still a little unsure if I did well enough.

I also wanted to incorporate Kairi's detail of writing letters to Sora, I think it's a habit that she'll keep on doing because like she said, she just likes talking to Sora even if it's on paper. I hope you've all enjoyed my little one-shot of their time in Corona! Once again, happy @sokaiweek of 2026 🎉!

I always forget to promo my fics here on tumblr lol, but I just finished a new oneshot for the first time in ages so I figured I might as well share it here too!

notes; another fic? Wow. Look at me! Again, I hope you enjoy this, it’s shorter but it’s been sitting in my drafts for a bit so, enjoy!

warnings; lovejoy members?, stomach rumbling from hunger, hungry reader, food mentioned, piggy back rides, pet names (baby, darling, ect), if I missed any please tell me.

edited; slightly

wc; 1k

who; Wilbur soot x reader (cg!wilbur and little!reader)

Wil had taken you to the studio as an adventure of the day, seeing as you woke up in little space and wanted you to come with him. Wil told the guys before hand about you and they all were super excited to see and hang out with you. They all supported you and helped Wil out when he needed it. They quite liked taking care of you when Wil needed to go do some thing or stream. They all love you very much and will always support and appreciate you.

i was tagged by @serenanymph, thank you! i'll tag @scroll-of-aves @thelivingdeceased @liv-is @phantomnations @cryptid-s-wips @cream-and-tea @funky-writer-man, no pressure to participate!!

Rules: post seven lines from something you're writing. tag some other people (seven, if you wanna be fancy).

Someone brushes against my leg, I turn my head slightly to catch a flash of pale hair and an green jacket. In the near-darkness of the closet, it's hard to follow their movements as they crawl slowly and soundlessly forward. They stop a few inches from where they were hiding before, now positioned closer to the closet door. I don't understand why, until the light from the outside room illuminates their face briefly, expression focused and intent. Listening.

Fandom:  Stranger Things

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley

Warnings: None

Summary: A sudden development spells trouble for Robin and Steve - especially for Steve

Notes: Whumptober Day 1: A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY - Adverse Effects

AO3 link

It’s not even finished I don’t think and it’s not really that long but I really wanted to share it because I’m kinda proud of it. So here |||

Strade belongs to @gatobob 

It was the unbearable bitterness of last night’s alcohol that stirred Julia awake. Limbs spread across her bed in a crooked fashion, she figures that she had dropped cold in the early hours of the morning. Julia pulls herself up and almost immediately the throbbing of a hangover overcomes her entire body.

“Shit,” she whimpers, pressing the heel of her palms to her temples.

How much did she have to drink last night?

Despite the throbbing that shook her very bones, Julia manages off the bed with little stumbling. Her vision reels for a few seconds. With caution, she steps forward and makes her way to the bathroom. She tastes the murky remnants of whiskey and a thick yet indescribable flavor on her tongue.

Where was Akira?

Julia trudges to the bathroom sink and fumbles with the faucet handle. A squeak of metal and water pours. She cups her hands together to gather the cool water. Her eyes can’t focus just yet. She splashes the water onto her face and scrubs vigorously.

What happened last night?

Julia opens her eyes. She looks at her reflection.

What did she do last night?

Red smeared across her features and caked her hair. Her hands were dripping with remnants of a thick liquid. Sickeningly sweet copper fills her nose.

What happened last night?

She screams and falters, her legs hitting the tub, and she falls backward. Her head slams against the tile and white spots flash in her vision, her once throbbing headache now stinging and sharp. She hears a crinkling noise as her body bends against the tub. Julia sees her stained clothes, the same red clung to the fabric. Her hosiery is ruined and sticky. Her breathing shallows.

Why was she covered in blood?

Julia starts to press against her torso, arms, and legs. She must have hurt herself, right? This is her blood, right?

Whose blood was this?

“This is a dream,” Julia tells herself, legs shaking as she tries to push herself out of the tub. “It’s just, a bad dream, just a bad, a bad dream.”

The pounding of her wounded head speaks otherwise. It gets hard to breathe. Every surface if her body feels tainted, disgusting, sticky.

Oh God, what did her bedsheets look like? How did she get home? Is someone injured in her house?

Julia tears at her clothes, gagging as the blood in her clothes peels off her skin. It’s a sickening sound. She places her garments under the still running sink, water pooling into the fabric. She turns back to the tub and turns the shower on. The water is too cold, but she bites down her cry as she thrusts herself under the shower head. Her hands claw at her skin in a desperate attempt to wipe away the blood. Julia ignores the splattering of overflow from the sink, her panicked sobs filling the bathroom.

Oh God, Oh God, Oh Fuck. I’m dreaming. This blood isn’t real, I’m just having a bad dream oh god the smell what happened last night why can’t I remember I must be dreaming why is there blood on me why is there blood on me I’m dreaming I’mdreamingI’mdreamingI’m—

When the doorbell rings, Julia jumps.

Her sheets were in the washing machine, her bathroom was thoroughly scrubbed and her clothes had long since been placed in a bag and burned in the backyard. Julia herself was curled tight in the corner of her couch, arms hugging her knees. She hasn’t stopped shaking, her damp hair soaking the shoulders of her long shirt.

Julia was not dreaming, but she would be damned if she didn’t try to believe otherwise. Several cups of tea, four shots of vodka and an hour of constant panic attacks left her tipsy, shaky and hypersensitive. She desperately wanted to be alone just as much as she wanted Akira by her side immediately (She tried calling him to find his phone had died). Every nerve in her body clenched with anxiety and uncertainty. Every part of her being wanted this to be a dream.

So when the doorbell rings, and Julia jumps nearly out of her skin, an unnatural feeling overcomes her, and she finds her body moving on its own to the door. Of course, she stumbles with her alcohol-addled mindset and shaky limbs, but Julia manages. Her small hand grasps the doorknob and twists, daylight contracting her pupils, and she’s met with her ever-interesting neighbor.

“Entschuldigung, but ah,” Strade made an expression that looked like worry, but Julia couldn’t really be sure in her state. “I came to check up on you. You seemed a little off yesterday.”

He knows what happened last night, right? She can ask him what happened. He was there, right?

Julia doesn’t speak though, trying to instead focus on the features of his face; three-day stubble sticks out like needles against angular, yet gentle features, a jarring scar juts out from under his chin, almost daring to cut across his lips.

Oh, his lips are nice.

“Buddy.” His voice cuts her thoughts, but she’s still looking at his mouth as it moves almost slower than he talks.

“I’m dreaming,” Julia whispers so soft it piques her neighbor’s interest, and he leans down to meet her at eye level.

When chestnut meets amber, it’s a terrifying spark. Julia can barely hear his voice over her fluttering heartbeat. Her body is burning. His body is frigid.

He’s so close he’s so close I must be dreaming he’s too close

“It’s very rude,” his teeth flash in the morning light, “to just stare at someone while they try to talk with you, Liebling.”

A break of resolve, and Julia can’t control her body again as she moves suddenly. She parts her lips before they press against his.

“I’m dreaming.”

His lips are dry and yet soft, like a bittersweet ending in a horror romance. A greasy lock of hair tickles down her nose. She can smell him: sweat, a musk of alcohol, and something sinister (Something like she smelled earlier). It’s so sudden she keeps her eyes open. She sees the surprise in his gaze. She sees perhaps a sort of contentment.

She sees his want to hurt her more than anything, the bloodlust is raw and fierce and terrifying.

SoRiku Week 2025, Day 4 -- Shooting Star, Pre/Post-Canon

Summary: On the night of a meteor shower, a promise is made between two best friends. Years later, that promise becomes a vow.

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“RIKU, WHAT IF A SHOOTING STAR HITS THE ISLANDS?!”

Sora’s blue eyes sparkled with tears, his wobbly bottom lip threatening the release of the dreaded waterworks. 

He had been so excited when Riku first proposed for them to sneak out to watch the meteor shower, but the sight of those sparkling stars falling down made his heart fall down to his tummy. 

Those stars were too close, what if one fell down and hit the islands?! He didn’t want them to get hurt! 

Before he could sob, Riku turned to look at him, his sea green eyes glowing with happiness. Seeing such an open, happy look on his face stopped Sora momentarily. 

“Don’t worry Sora,” he took his wooden toy sword and turned it skyward, his stance proud and determined, “if a shooting star comes this way, I will protect you!” 

Little Sora couldn’t help but look at his best friend in awe, his baby blue eyes free of tears. At five years old, there was no one cooler than Riku to him; the six year old boy was his bestest friend in the whole world, and this promise just solidified this fact of life. 

The sky is blue, water is wet, and Riku will always protect Sora from anything. 

“Riku…” Sora whispered, no longer afraid of a shooting star falling down. Not when he knew Riku would blast it back to space. 

“And to make sure you know I mean it,” Riku took off his crown necklace, the necklace Sora knows he’s always worn since he was a baby. The treasure heirloom his family passed down to him, a necklace that Riku never takes off. 

Blinking at the necklace in Riku’s hand, Sora couldn’t believe it. Riku was giving it to him! 

“Here.” Riku’s smile alone could power on the entirety of the islands, of this Sora was sure. 

Blinking back happy tears, Sora put his hand on top of the necklace, accepting the charm. 

“Thank you, Riku!”

Riku looked beautiful in the glow of the stars, and it’s a sight that Sora will always treasure. 

(Even though he’ll end up forgetting it.) 

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“I think it’s because you’ve finally found inside you that special strength to protect that person who matters.”

He did feel embarrassed that Mickey saw right through him. But he was at least grateful that it was only Mickey who knew of his feelings for Sora. 

Everyone else stayed blissfully oblivious to them, which was fine with him. No need for others to pity him because they understood just how unrequited his feelings are when it came to Sora. 

But he remembered that day, on the beach, where he had mischievously lured Sora to sneak out of their homes in order to watch the meteor shower. 

At the time, it sounded like an adventure to his younger self, and what better way to experience that adventure if not with Sora by his side, as he always wanted? 

But Sora had gotten scared, afraid that one of the falling stars would crash on the island. And Riku, young and happy and open Riku back then, held up his toy sword proudly and promised to protect him if that were to happen. 

That crown necklace serves as a way to remind Riku of what he had promised. But it also reminded him of how he utterly failed to keep that promise when he opened the door and damned them all. 

All because of his jealousy. All because he was afraid of being left behind, of being the third wheel to friends that seemed to be getting closer and leaving him out. 

He knows better now, of course. He knows that Sora still considers him his best friend (Light knows why), that he has forgiven him for what he did. 

He also now understands just how flimsy promises can be, how easily broken and shattered they can become. 

Looking up at the moon from his window, in the room he shares with Sora at the Mysterious Tower, Riku clenches his fist in determination. 

“I will always protect you, Sora. It’s not a promise this time. It’s a vow.”

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A/N: Why do I always end up writing sad stuff from Riku's point of view 🤣. I just want to shake him gently and make him realize that Sora loves him back, he just needs to say something. I'm a huge believer in the necklace theory, I really hope this ends up being true!

Happy SoRiku Week @sorikufanevents and everyone 🎉!

Naminé Day 2026

Summary: The sky is beautiful, the atmosphere is peaceful, and Naminé can’t help but pout.

OR: Naminé has artist block and Riku finds a solution for that problem.

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THE SKY IS BEAUTIFUL, THE ATMOSPHERE IS PEACEFUL, AND NAMINÉ CAN’T HELP BUT POUT.

The expression comes to her instinctively, perhaps a leftover of Kairi as she always tended to pout whenever she didn’t get her way. Naminé pouts, and keeps pouting because no matter how beautiful the day is, there is nothing for her to sketch. 

It feels a little childish, sulking because she can’t find anything to draw, but could she really be blamed? It certainly isn’t the fault of Twilight Town, picturesque as it always is, with it’s perpetual sun that never sets, the high clock tower where she has spent many days gazing upwards and downwards with Roxas and Xion and Lea. 

The alleyways lit by the lamp poles, where she would walk around and gossip with Olette, eating sea salt ice cream with Hayner and Pence and letting it drip down her sticky fingers from the summer air. 

No, it definitely isn’t the fault of Twilight Town, a town which has quickly become her new home, full of wonderful memories and wonderful people and so much color. 

No, this falls on her because she’s the one who has practically drawn everything about Twilight Town. Roxas, Xion and Lea sitting in the clock tower while eating ice cream? Done, the very first drawing she’d done since settling in town. 

Roxas and Hayner locked in a Struggle match? Of course, who do you take her for? Those boys are passionate about the sport, she needed to draw them at least once in their natural habitat. 

Olette posing with the sunset in the background? The moment was too beautiful to not immortalize it, Naminé’s inner artist commanded her to draw it. 

Hayner and Pence sitting in the tram while talking? Naminé is a firm believer in the mundane moments, of course she had to draw it. 

So maybe she has a problem, but who’s going to say anything to her? It’s not her fault that she’s drawn every inch of Twilight Town in her sketchbook, her home is too beautiful to not do so in the first place.

As it stands, she really wants to draw but there’s nothing more to draw when it comes to Twilight Town. And so here she is, walking around just to give herself something to do, pouting the entire time because apparently she can’t control her expressions anymore when she’s upset. 

Truly, what’s a girl to do? 

“Well now, someone isn’t in a good mood.” 

Perking up at the familiar, dearly missed voice, Naminé turns to look at her silver-haired friend, leaning against a wall like he’s some cool protagonist of a book. 

Or maybe he’s just imitating Leon, you never really know with Riku. 

Nevertheless, her voice is warm as she greets him, “Riku!” 

Something that Naminé found out about herself is how physically affectionate she could get once she truly got to know a person, which is why she wastes no time in speeding up to Riku and pulling him into a hug, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 

Riku lets out a huff, part surprise part amusement, and wraps his arms around her waist accordingly, now very much so used to her hugs and affection that spills out like ink. 

She briefly remembers those times when Riku would tense at a touch, would hesitate to touch anyone, so used to thinking that his hands could only hurt and taint and damage. It’s taken him a long road to get to where he is, and she will forever be proud of him. 

They separate, and Naminé can’t help but beam upwards at him, her bad mood dissipating. She can’t help it, she’s in the presence of a dear friend after all, her lack of drawing inspiration can wait a few moments or a few hours. 

“I see that you’re no longer feeling down,” Riku blinks down at her, a bit surprised at how happier she looks now. 

“I just don’t have anything to sketch here in Twilight Town,” Naminé lightly shrugs, feeling her smile shrink a little. No matter that she can push it aside for Riku, it still frustrates her that there’s nothing to draw for her here. 

Riku stares at her for a moment, seemingly in thought, before a smirk crosses his lips. 

“You’re in luck then. Pack your stuff, we’re going on a field trip.” 

He leaves her there, gaping, presumably to get his gummi ship ready for the unexpected field trip he just unloaded on her. 

“A field trip? To where? Riku!”

Regardless of the calls of his name, he continued walking away, leaving her to huff in exasperation. 

“That boy…” 

She refused to acknowledge the smile curling her lips upwards, refusing to give in. 

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Dropping down into the ocean had been a terrifying experience, and she felt no shame in glaring at Riku for it. 

Said boy stared at her sheepishly, looking unfairly pretty with his green merman tail and long silver hair floating in the water. Seriously, how was he so pretty? 

She now understands Kairi’s frustration. 

But Naminé forgot her anger quickly, once she noticed her surroundings. 

Atlantica was beautiful; a bustling underwater city that boasted pretty corals and seashells that she knows Xion would’ve gushed over had she been here. 

Green columns of marble lined the place in a circle, and the palace glowed resplendently. The fish casually swam around, and the people under the sea went about their everyday lives, paying no attention to the newcomers. 

Naminé herself had to admire her own tail; a beautiful pearly white with scales that reflected the rainbow when the light hit them in the surface. Her top half was decorated with two white seashells, and while she had been embarrassed at first when first seeing how she looked like, Riku made sure to tell her there was nothing she should be embarrassed about. 

Truly, what would she do without him.

Seeing all this beauty surrounding her, Naminé’s hands itched with the familiar feeling of needing to draw, to capture the environment and bring it to life in her sketchbook. 

And that’s when she realized it. 

“Riku.” 

Her deadpanned voice drew his attention, and he turned to look at her with a confused look, taking his eyes away from the sea anemone he had been looking at. 

“We’re underwater. Which means I can’t use my sketchbook.” 

Riku opened his mouth, as if he was about to retort something back, before his eyes flashed with realization and he closed it. 

“So I may have miscalculated.” 

Naminé sighed and rubbed her temple, that earlier exasperation coming back. 

Riku really had no room to talk whenever he called Sora a dork, they were both dorks and this is just one of the latest reasons of him proving it to her. 

“We’ll pick your art supplies from the gummi ship and you can draw from memory in the surface.” 

It was the best he could offer, and he knew it too, by the guilty look on his face. Letting out another quiet sigh, Naminé smiled and nodded her head. 

She was honestly grateful he took the time out of his day to bring her to a new place, a world she had only ever seen through Sora’s memories. 

He had found a solution to her artist block, and even now gave her a suggestion on what to do as she couldn’t draw while underwater. 

Truly, what would she do without him. She never wanted to find out. 

They swam towards the surface, laughing and talking the entire way, content to just spend time together. 

Naminé couldn’t have asked for a better day, and she knew she had Riku to thank for that. And so she would, by gifting him the picture she had drawn that day. 

A picture of them both, swimming in the water with the castle in the background, the pretty corals and colorful reefs gracing the below. 

No more did she need to insert herself in fake memories, nor did she need to replace someone else. This picture proves that Naminé is real, that she exists in other people’s heart, and that she matters to someone enough that they will take her to another world to help her draw something different.             

Yes, it was a good day, and one Naminé will treasure for the rest of her life.

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A/N: Happy @namineday 2026 everyone! I had to think for a while on what I wanted to write for this sweet girl, but since it it's MerMay I knew I needed to write something that had to do with mermaids, so why not Atlantica? I also really wanted to convey the positive changes Naminé has undergone and experienced since this does take post-KH3 and KH4, everyone is happy and there's nothing to worry about anymore 🥳.

I also hope you all enjoyed Naminé and Riku's friendship, they're both so dear to me and I really hope we get to see more friendship moments between them in the later series. That's all for today, I hope you all have a great day and keep on enjoying more Naminé 🎨🤍!