#Brought the background girl out of the shadow instead of instead of thrusting her into it

[jhsharman]

electronic education

Strange implication from Archie, that Riverdale is in a bubble against trends toward automation or technological development, like Riverdale is in Amish Country or something.

[mostlycompetentwriter]

You Can STAY - Part 11

F/M Main Pairing: Y/N x Lee Felix (Side Pairing: Y/N x Stray Kids)

Genre: Fantasy AU; Scarlet Heart AU; OT8 SKZ

Warnings: Language; SMUT; very angsty feelings

Summary: King Felix takes the throne and Y/N makes a difficult choice.

Tag List: @angelphantomlove @moonlightracha @jjabbur @pinkchcn @straykidbaby @moonnstars90 @dru-shadow @skzooyeet @poutypoutybin

It’s impossible to escape Felix.

The weight of his actions and words hold me hostage in a Castle where I no longer felt like I belonged.

In the days following his ascension to the throne, I’ve watched his brothers leave their home, standing outside on the balcony behind Felix while Chan, Jisung, and Jeongin retreat into the distance. On the inside, I’m furious, observing the scene of unexpected cruelty; although, the fate of his brothers is certainly incomparable to the nightmarish decision he made regarding the former Queens of the Castle, including his own mother.

This was a Felix who I could barely comprehend, one who had been unraveled from the inside, leaving only the harsher parts of himself to remain.

But the heart beating inside my chest did not seem to understand that Felix had changed in those subtle ways, and despite my protest in delaying our marriage yet again, I couldn’t stay away from him long. In fact, after only a few nights of excusing myself to the Queens’ former chambers, I returned to Felix’s bed one evening after another frightening vision in which I saw a Felix painted with blood, streaking across the mural of his freckles, and standing in stark contrast to the murderous look in his eyes.

This was a Felix who I had abandoned, and I couldn’t stand the thought of causing Felix to unravel any further.

So, I gave in to my heart’s demands, and I listened to the warnings from that vision, and I approached Felix in the middle of the night wearing only a loose gown that swept the floor with every tentative step.

“Felix,” I whispered into the darkness of the room.

“Y/N,” his voice grumbled in return, husky with sleep.

I took his acknowledgment as an invitation, crawling next to him in bed. “I missed you,” I said, and then Felix was on top of me, kissing his way past all the heavy tension that had laid between us for so long. 

“You came back,” was all he said before slim fingers danced their way across the bare skin of my thighs, twisting themselves into the hem of my panties before rolling the fabric down my legs and onto the floor. “Mine,” he soothed, tongue forcing its way into my mouth as he shuffled his sleep pants down to his knees, freeing his cock.

“Please,” I gasped, arching my back in premature celebration when he teased the slit of his erection between my puffy folds.

“You’ll beg me, Y/N,” Felix growled, and I didn’t have the position to deny him, especially now that he had all the power.

“I’ll do anything, Felix,” I cried, grinding myself down the best that I could to feel the friction of his hard cock teasing my sex, even if it was still not enough. “I want you more than anything!”

“Then you’ll marry me,” Felix insisted, and I could hardly fathom his persistence.

“Yes,” I agreed, almost on instinct despite my promise to stay strong until he brought back his brothers from their undeserved exile.

But I gave in to my heart and desire instead.

“Such a good girl,” he said, and he slid his cock inside, groaning low under his breath at the tight squeeze of my cunt, holding him as close as possible. 

“Felix,” I said. “Faster.”

“Of course, my queen,” he said, and my heart did a strange somersault at the idea of being his queen, a softer sentiment that was lost in the next moment when he started pounding his hips against mine, drawing back out to the tip before pressing forward with powerful thrusts that moved me up and down the bed with the rapid pace of our fucking. 

His fingers toyed with my clit, squeezing and rubbing harshly at the engorged bud, throbbing under his persistent touch and the heat building between my legs as the fiery friction of our connection grew to a boiling point, an explosion of his name across my lips as I fell apart under the one man who was meant to keep me together. 

The priest wore a smug smile, looking between the two of us with a nonchalant shrug. “You cannot marry,” he said. “According to our laws, the new queen must be untouched by marks, and there are plenty of scars on Y/N.”

I froze, recalling with stunning clarity what seemed like years ago when I was beaten and punished for my supposed crime of trying to poison Minho. Of course, I was innocent on the matter, but my pleas for help went unanswered, and the guards who were put in charge of extracting a guilty word from me had been particularly brutal. 

“That wasn’t her fault,” Felix growled.

“The scars are still there,” the priest said, and I sat back in my chair, defeated once again.

The next morning, I went on a walk by myself, upset by the previous day’s reckoning, and the knowledge that Felix was still unraveling, further still, now that the possibility of our union was completely rendered obsolete. 

It was a lot to think about, and I was lost in my mind for a long time, wandering the perimeter of the gardens. For a while, I lingered on Felix’s expression of pure rage from our conversation with the priest because, for a split second, I was certain that he would demand the man’s death.

But Felix refrained. For now, at least.

“What can I do?” I wondered aloud, to stop him from sinking even lower?

“You can’t do anything,” a voice whispered from beyond my subconscious, and I paused at the edge of the forest, not realizing that I had traveled so far, to look at Jisung straight in his eyes. 

“Jisung!” I gasped, immediately launching myself into his arms. “Are you well?”

“I’m okay,” he reassured me, and I pulled back with a start.

“If Felix sees you here...”

“Relax,” Jisung smiled. “I don’t intend to stay long. I only wish to talk with you.”

“Me?” I repeated.

“You,” Jisung agreed with a teasing lilt. “Come on.”

I hesitated only a for a moment, glancing back over my shoulder at the Castle, before following Jisung further into the woods. “Where are we going?”

“Not far,” Jisung said, and I knew that I could trust him, listening to the sounds of the leaves crunching beneath our steps when Jisung made an abrupt turn that brought us to the side of the worn path that led between the village and Kingdom beyond our own. It was quiet and well-hidden, and I leaned in closer to Jisung as he observed our surroundings before releasing a sigh. “You need to leave the Castle.”

I blinked in response, at first, looking at Jisung like he might suddenly start laughing at any moment and proclaim his order as a joke. 

But he didn’t.

“I can’t leave him,” I said. “He’s volatile.”

“He relies on his emotions too much,” Jisung agreed. “And you bring out his most powerful ones.”

I frowned, hating the truth behind his words. “I love him.”

“I know,” Jisung said, and he gave me a meaningful look. “You need to leave him because of those feelings.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” I said, and I resented Jisung in that moment, acting like such a decision could be made so easily.

“Felix needs to be King,” Jisung said. “He’s the only one who makes sense.”

“Why?” I huffed. “You’re suddenly fond of him?”

Jisung flinched at the comment. “He has allies in the North, and Chan and I received a visit from Hyunjin this morning. The South favors Felix because of his military background.”

“You saw Hyunjin?” I exhaled.

Jisung nodded. “He had to leave again. Something urgent came up, but he wants to return and see you...” Jisung trailed off, studying me like he was waiting for an opportunity. “He’ll only be able to see you outside of the Castle.”

I rolled my eyes at his insistence. “This is Chan’s idea, isn’t it?”

“Chan knows nothing about this.”

I took a step back, surprised by the admission. “What?”

“Y/N, Felix will leave the throne for you,” Jisung said, and it dawned on me then, the reason why he wanted me to leave. 

“You know that we can’t be married.”

“I had my suspicions,” Jisung admitted. “The Castle is steeped in tradition, and future queens...well...they can’t be-”

“Flawed,” I finished for him. “Like me with my scars.”

Jisung lowered his head. “I’m sorry.”

I shook from the very inside of my soul, realizing the gravity of what I needed to do for the Kingdom. “I can’t ever be married.”

“If you leave here with me, then we can marry each other,” Jisung said. “The tradition only applies to our Kings, and Minho gave me permission when he was still in power, just in case anything were to happen to Felix. He wanted to make sure that you could still be happy.”

I swallowed hard, and my heart ached for a man who was gone. “Why would we marry?”

Jisung gave me a sheepish smile. “We can live together, in a village outside of the kingdom without suspicion.”

“With Chan and Jeongin?”

“No, they’ll remain here and watch over Felix.”

I stiffened. “Are they okay with that?”

Jisung sighed. “Everything is already planned, Y/N. All we need now...”

“Is me,” I concluded, rubbing my hands together even though it wasn’t cold. “I need to leave the Castle.”

Jisung nodded again, and I was grateful when he remained quiet once the tears started to fall freely of their own accord.

It was dark when I returned to the Castle, discovering Felix pacing in our shared room when I arrived.

“There you are!” he exclaimed, eliminating the space between us to accept me into his arms with a gentle kiss. “I almost sent the guards out!”

“I just needed a walk to clear my head,” I said, carefully extracted myself from his arms to wander over to the balcony.

Felix followed me outside. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“Just some thoughts,” I said, gazing out over the Castle grounds.

“Thoughts?” Felix questioned, and I was relieved by his warm presence from behind.

“You need to lead the Kingdom,” I said. “I think you’ll be a great King.”

Felix chuckled, brushing a soft kiss across my cheek. “With you by my side.”

My heart clenched at the sentiment. “Felix, if we can’t marry, would you stay on the throne?”

There was silence for a moment following my question before Felix turned me around to face him. “I’ll figure out a way, Y/N.”

“But not at the risk of vacating the throne?”

Felix looked away, but there was a brief flicker in his eyes that told me everything I needed to know. Enough to validate Jisung’s arguments and my worst doubts. “There’s no need to worry.”

“Felix,” I finally said. “I need to leave.”

“Leave?” Felix laughed as if I had just told him the funniest joke. “Where do you get these ideas from?”

“When I leave,” I said, continuing on as if he had never interrupted. “You must promise me that you’ll stay and be a good king.”

Felix’s laughter died in an instant. “Y/N, are you serious?”

“Does it look like I’m not?” I returned, and Felix’s entire expression shifted into something frenzied and uncontrolled, using both hands to squeeze at my arms.

“I’ll abandon the throne!” Felix roared, but I only met his gaze calmly.

“No you won’t,” I replied. “You know that you can’t.”

Felix growled, releasing me and resuming his incessant pacing. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“To ensure that you’ll do the right thing.”

“The right thing,” Felix enunciated. “Is being with you.”

I sighed, watching as he fell apart. “I see.”

Because it was obvious to me that I would have to leave without saying goodbye, and that hurt worse than anything else ever could. 

“You’re talking nonsense,” Felix said, and he reached out for my hand to pull me back inside our room. “We’ll finish this in the morning after we’ve both had time to clear our heads.”

I simply nodded, allowing my silence to put him back together again as best as I could. Meanwhile, Felix brought me next to him in our shared bed, pressing kisses into my hair and whispering nonsensical words, and I allowed him to do that too because this was our final night together, and I wanted him to remember me as the one person who had always been on his side.

It was approaching midnight and Felix’s breathing had leveled off into soft snores. It was the perfect opportunity to leave the comfortable embrace of his arms, packing only what I thought was essential before wandering out onto the balcony once again.

Below me, waiting in the coverage of the bushes, was Jisung. I waved my hand at him and waited for his acknowledgement before tossing down my belongings. He caught them easily, and I used my magic to help levitate me down to where Jisung was waiting.

From there, he brought me to the woods where two stallions had been tied to the large trunks of the trees. “You planned well,” I remarked, and then we both ensured that my things were secure. 

“Did you tell him anything?” Jisung asked at one point, but I shook my head because it was easier than the truth.

“He’ll do the right thing,” I promised, and Jisung seemed satisfied, helping me onto my horse with a grunt.

“Let’s go,” Jisung said, and I waited until he was also properly situated before following him once again into the deeper coverage of the foliage, rushing further and further away from the Castle.

There were still some doubts lingering at the back of my head because I had always thought the answer was to stay with Felix, but I had been wrong. I was the problem, and when I left the Castle with Jisung that night, I looked back only once and wished all the best for the man I loved. 

Dear Felix,

By the time you read this, I will have already gone.

It pains me to part from you at such a crucial hour, but I have no other choice. 

We have no other choice.

Do not look for me. Worry about being a good king. Rule the kingdom as I would wish for you to rule. Fair and true.

Leave the rest to fate, and keep your distance from your brothers. No more of your bloodline should be sacrificed. 

Yours always,

Y/N

[sincerelybubbles]

patience || eijiro kirishima || bnha

pairing: Eijirio Kirishima x Reader

summary: Kirishima lashes out and says more then he should, but nothing can’t be resolved with some space and eventual cuddles

wc: just under k

warnings: resolved angst, slight language 

Kirishima knew he was only lashing out because he had a long day. That’s why he had avoided you within the small confines of your shared apartment, but you were so persistent and now he had said the one thing he knew would hurt you the most. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stood in shocked silence, staring at him with your mouth slightly open. 

He knew he should call out your name, reach for you, say he was sorry, do something, and yet. . . shame filled his chest as he turned around and raked his hand through his hair, feeling pieces of hard strands between his fingers despite already having washed his hair that night. 

A headache was blooming in the base of his neck as he heard you walk away. It broke his heart more to know that you hadn’t said anything back. He had crossed the one line he promised himself he wouldn’t - it was something huge for you to even tell him, and now he’d thrown it in your face just because he was tired from a long day at work.

Frustration bubbled in his chest as he let out a long groan, storming across your shared room to the punching bag in the corner. 

He let out his day, slamming his fists into the bag over and over, not caring that he had already showered, or that he wasn’t really in workout attire. He would go into the living room and beg for the forgiveness he was sure he didn’t deserve when the fire in his chest quelled. For now, he would take out his anger in a healthy way. 

An hour later, Kirishima was drenched in sweat, his heart was pounding, and yet he felt the tension leave his shoulders. The weight of the day was finally lifting off of him, and he had just taken medicine for the pounding in his head. Ice flooded his veins at the memory of his harsh words to you, and he wasted no time pushing open the bedroom door and making his way into the living room where he expected you to be sitting on the couch. 

Except, the couch was empty.

His stomach sank at the idea of you cooking in the kitchen, despite his harsh words. Quickly, he walked into the kitchen, already announcing that he was sorry and that he would cook. But the kitchen was empty.

As was the hall bathroom, and the hallway outside of the apartment.

Panicked, Kirishima threw the sheets around for his phone that he knew he tossed on the bed earlier. It fell to the floor with a satisfying thump and Kirishima dove toward the noise, finding his phone slightly under the bed and lacking in texts or calls from you.

His fingers shook as he unlocked his phone and pressed your contact. The red heart that you put next to your own name glared up at him as he lifted the phone to his ear.

His heart felt like it was beating incredibly slow, too slow, as his listened to the phone ring. Surely, he was drowning because he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Right before the line clicked off, someone picked up. He heard shuffling and someone breathing, and he was sure you were off somewhere, caught by a villain, and he hadn’t even noticed because he was so selfish and arrogant-

“Kirishima-kun?” That wasn’t the voice of a villain. Kirishima strained to listen to the background of the call, hoping to hear you, even for a second.

“Mina-kun?” He breathed out, “Where is she? Is she okay?” Mina sighed and suddenly, Kirishima’s heart was beating too fast, not too slow. He let out all of the breath in his lungs, slipping from his crouch to fully sitting on the ground, overwhelmed by anxiety.

“She’s fine, she’s with me.” Kirishima let out jumped thanks the moment those blessed words left Mina’s mouth.

“When will she be home?” He asked hopefully, “I need- “

“Look.” Mina cut him off. “I only answered because she told me that you’d immediately think the worst. She’s okay, she’s with me.”

Kirishima didn’t dare the breathe as Mina paused. Were you crying? He thought he heard a faint sniffle. There were the sounds of footsteps and a door shutting. All of the faint background noise disappeared, and Mina sighed.

“I’ve known you for a long time, Eijirio-kun.” Kirishima’s first name, something only you called him, made him snap to attention. “So, I’ll let you know that you fucked up. Give her space, give her time, she’ll be home. . . Just, probably not tonight, okay?”

Kirishima nodded, before swallowing around his dry throat, “Yeah, okay.”

The line went dead and Kirishima laid back, still holding the phone to his ear, as if somehow it would bring her to him.

Slowly, he felt his eyes shut as exhaustion hit him. He knew that she would want him to get up, to shower and eat, but he knew if he did that, he would cry. And, despite what she always told him, crying didn’t feel manly, especially when it was his fault that everything around him was falling apart.

He dreamed of their fight, over and over on loop. His harsh words echoed in his head. When he woke up on the floor, his back was stiff, and his phone was almost dead. Kirishima forced himself to stand and turn off the beeping clock.

His chest ached worst of all, it felt hollow and empty, and the pain only intensified as he realized that you never came home last night.

He moved through the apartment like a ghost, not making any sound as he got ready for the day. He wondered if you felt this lonely yesterday while he was ignoring you. The small apartment felt bigger than ever without you.

The traces of you, your sweater, the smell of your soap in the shower, the plates you picked out, mocked him. Screamed at him that he let one lousy day turn his words harsh. His mouth tasted sour.

He didn’t have to go into the agency today, he was only on call, and yet he forced himself to get ready as if he were going in. He put on his hero costume, feeling less like a hero by the second. Heroes don’t make pretty girls cry. Heroes didn’t let shitty days ruin everything. Heroes could fix things, not break them.

His face guard felt stiff on his face, and the gel he smeared through his hair made his hands feel almost too heavy to lift.

He couldn’t meet his own eyes in the mirror.

Kirishima left the apartment, unable to bear the thought of it empty without you anymore. He patrolled the streets, smiling at people as they noticed him, signing papers thrust at him. This, he could do. He could force a smile and act like everything was okay. He could talk and make others happy simply because he had to.

It felt like every word leaving his mouth only worsened the sour taste he spent ten minutes trying to erase with his toothbrush.

Screams interrupted his conversation with a small boy telling Kirishima he was his favorite, and the young hero ran toward the noise.

The thief wasn’t hard to apprehend, and the adrenaline pumping through Kirishima’s blood made it easier to press on throughout the day.

He made his way back to the apartment well after lunch, his stomach feeling empty, but not hungry.

He kicked off his shoes and set the small bag of groceries he bought on the table before freezing at the sound of the shower. He ran through the apartment, feet slapping against the tile, slippers long forgotten. He threw open the door, calling your name and activating his quirk in the same breath.

Your head appeared from behind the shower curtain, hair wet and sticking to your cheek. His quirk deactivated as he looked at you, mouth slightly open, and eyes searching yours.

“There’s food in the oven, it should be warm by now.”

“Huh?” Kirishima couldn’t process this. Just last night he fucked up everything, you were gone, and didn’t come back last night. And now you were here, with soap on your forehead and were talking about food.

“You should go eat.” And then you stuck your head back in the shower. He could see from your shadow that you were washing your hair. “Eiji, go eat.”

Like a mindless puppet, Kirishima left the bathroom and made his way into the kitchen. He made himself a plate and sat down, looking at it.

What should he even say? What if you weren’t here to forgive him? Where you crying earlier? Your eyes looked puffy, but it could just be the shower.

Chopsticks suddenly appeared over his plate, and he looked up to see you holding them out to him. And, shit, you were wearing his shirt. It was one of his old tees that you claimed ages ago, but it was his.

He resisted the urge to grab your hand and kiss it, to beg for forgiveness, to show you how much he missed you, despite it not even being twenty-four hours without you. Instead, he gently took the chopsticks from your hands.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, ducking his head, and picking up some of the noodles on his plate.

He ate in silence as she put away the few groceries he had brought home.

“Are you going to eat too?” He asked, giving her a pleading look.

“I already did.”

“Oh.”

There was deafening silence for a moment before Kirishima opened his mouth to do what he should have last night. Fuck it, he should have run to Mina’s and told her how his own words made him sick to his stomach, but he wanted to give you your space.

“I’m sorry you had such a bad day yesterday.” Your voice was so soft he barely heard it, but his eyes snapped to yours immediately.

“What?”

“I should have left you alone, I shouldn’t have pushed you. I’m sorry.” Your lower lip was trembling, and he could tell you were trying your hardest to avoid his eyes. “I just wanted you to talk – to confide in me for once.”

“Babe, you really have nothing to say sorry for. I’m the one who messed up. I should have never – I knew that was a sore topic and I – What I said, I should have never said it. No matter how shitty my day was.” Kirishima stood and walked over to you and gently grabbed your wrists, bringing your arms to his mouth and placing a kiss on the back of both of your hands. “I’m really, really sorry.”

“I’m not upset with you.” You admitted, finally looking up at him. Your eyes were swimming in unfallen tears. He placed his forehead against yours. “I really didn’t mean to annoy you. Just, sometimes you act like you have to do everything alone, and you don’t have to. You can confide in me, rely on me.”

“I do, babe, I really do. Sometimes, I’m afraid I rely on you too much. You weren’t even gone a whole day, and everything was a mess.” He fought a smile as you scrunched up your nose.

“I would have come back last night, but Mina wouldn’t let me. I only left to give you a bit of space.”

“Please, don’t ever give me space again.” He mumbled, nudging his nose against yours.

You smiled up at him and nodded before lifting your chin to place your lips on his. He could have cried. You were being so gentle, so sweet. The kiss was slow and soft, everything Kirishima loved about kissing you wrapped up into one moment. And yet, he forced himself to break it.

“I really really am sorry. I crossed a lone I should have never crossed-“ You cut him off with another kiss, this one on the corner of his mouth.

“Already forgiven.”

“Still, let me make it up to you.” Kirishima searched your eyes, knowing he couldn’t forgive himself that easily.

“Can we watch the movie we were supposed to yesterday? I’ll make popcorn.” Kirishima nodded, feeling the tension leave his shoulders at the idea of holding you close on the couch. He’d be able to hold you close, play with your hair, and just be near you – everything he had been craving throughout the day.

“Yeah. I’d love that.”

[omg-imagine]

⊱ Dirty Dancing ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader

Request: Please I'd like a Ke smut fic where he arrives home while Reader is listening music and doing a sexy dance (she wears a beautiful dress) and stares at her watching her dance moves, she notices him and they end up making love  -Anon

Warnings: Smut

Words: 1.6k

A/N: Yiiikes I’ve neglected my requests for too long and I’m super sorry about that! I’ll be working on the two remaining in the upcoming weeks. Also, I added another anon’s request for neck kisses on here too. Hope you enjoy!

Shutting off the car’s engine, the sheer exhaustion from shooting long, grueling hours for the last three months was finally catching up to Keanu. Though his body desperately craved hours of fitful sleep, he chose to ignore it and prepared himself to see you instead.

In a state of utter weariness, he managed to drive across the city during rush hour just to have dinner with you tonight. He had missed you dearly throughout the entire time he was away and could no longer bear being apart from you, the most precious person in the world who ultimately held his heart.

Arriving at your house a half an hour early, Keanu wanted to surprise you. With a fresh bouquet of flowers in his hand and a bottle of your favorite red tucked securely under his arm, he quietly let himself in through the front door using the spare key you had given him.

From the foyer, he could already smell the enticing aroma of food wafting in the air. Stomach grumbling, he padded down the hall leading to the kitchen where the sound of music grew louder with his approach. Keanu’s lips quirked into a delighted smile as he rounded the corner, and his eyes widened at the surprising sight of you dancing to the lively beat.

For now, he decided to stay hidden in the shadows, his mind rapt at the way your hips sashayed to the seductive song blasting in the background. Donning a sexy, figure-hugging red dress which he hadn’t seen you wear previously, Keanu couldn’t tear his gaze away as the deep bass thudded through the walls. Still unaware of his presence, you exuded utter confidence with every rhythmic sway and dip of your alluring body, the sensual scene sending jolts of arousal through him.

Breath hitched in his throat, Keanu could feel his trousers tightening when he noticed the skirt of your dress had ridden up a little higher on your thighs, exposing more of your soft and supple skin. All he could think of at that very second was ripping your clothes off and taking you right then and there. Three months without having you had made him very impatient and very desperate.

Eyes devouring every inch of your beauty, Keanu thought about how dinner would surely be off the table for the next hour. He had forgotten how tired and hungry he was, a surge of energy and desire taking over as a result of watching your enticing show. Presently, his burning need inside was reserved for you and you only.

“Holy shit!” you gasped after you finally glanced over to where Keanu was and caught him standing there, an irrepressible smirk flashing across his face. “God, Ke. You scared me.”

“Don’t stop on my account,” he chuckled lowly while sauntering into the kitchen, placing the items he brought on the table.

Lowering the volume of the music, you then smiled at him once he reached you. “You’re here early. The chicken is still in the oven cooking.”

“I wanted to surprise my best girl,” Keanu replied, leaning down briefly to peck your lips. His hands slowly ran down the side of your body before settling on your hips. “Is this dress new?”

“I got it this morning,” you answered sweetly. “You like it?”

Keanu nodded, mouth ghosting down your neck. His breath tickled your skin as you released a soft moan when he pressed his body against yours, letting you feel the hardness between his legs. “I love it, and seeing the way you dance in it? That was very hot and entertaining as you can tell.”

“How much did you see?” You questioned, slipping your palms under Keanu’s shirt and noticing the glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“Most of it. You’re a damn good dancer, baby. An incredibly sexy one, too.”

“Perhaps I should give you a private show next time,” you suggested with a sly wink, fingers rising to tangle themselves in his hair. You tugged on them the slightest bit, just enough to elicit a reaction from him.

Abruptly, Keanu then smoothly lifted you up in his arms, placing you on the cold, granite countertop of the kitchen island. He stood in between your spread legs, leaning down and trailing moist kisses along your jaw and collarbone. His hand began to hike your dress up, revealing your laced panties to him as his mouth moved to that sensitive spot behind your ear.

Keanu’s breath was warm and ragged on your skin as he whispered, “Definitely next time. Right now, I’m going to show you how much I enjoyed that little show of yours.”

Lips locked in a deep, fervent kiss, Keanu wasted no time touching you wherever he pleased. Hearing your hum of approval, his long digits skimmed up your inner thigh agonizingly, swallowing the airy moans escaping your throat. You cried out the moment he pulled your underwear to the side and slid his fingers inside your dripping cunt, your wet walls instantly squeezing around them with a vice-like grip.

It had been far too long.

Pulling back, Keanu’s dark, lust-blown eyes held your half-lidded gaze as he pushed in his dexterous digits until he was knuckle-deep before drawing them out almost teasingly, causing you to whine and writhe underneath him uncontrollably. Eventually, he gained speed, alternating between finger-fucking and stroking your clit as you quickly came apart with his hand alone.

Your eyes were clamped shut, chest heaving unsteadily as Keanu retracted his thick fingers from your core. Smiling, he licked the slick essence coating his fingers, its divine taste both tangy and sweet on his tongue, a flavor that was uniquely and delectably yours. Still lost in your post-orgasmic haze, he deftly unzipped the back of your dress, allowing him to easily remove it from your limp body.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, drinking in the bare sight of you. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I’m a lucky man knowing that you are all mine.”

“I’m yours,” you breathlessly added. “Please, Ke...”

Peeling off his shirt, Keanu stepped back, and then asked huskily, “What do you need, sweetheart?”

“You…” you sighed, watching as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants along with his boxers down, freeing his hard, pulsing cock. “I need you, Ke. I need you inside me.”

Giving himself a few languid pumps with one hand, Keanu swiftly slid your panties down your legs using the other and tossed it somewhere in the room. Sitting up, your hands gripped the edge of the counter, waiting in anticipation as he guided his tip to your heat. Slowly, he sheathed his cock inside of your pussy, and immediately it stretched to accommodate his girth.

As he bottomed out, you placed delicate kisses down the column of his neck, and he nearly purred at the sensation. No matter how many times you and Keanu made love, he surely could never get enough of you. He would cherish each moment of it, whether it would be rough and fast or sweet and slow. What he most cared about was simply you and making sure you felt loved and adored with every fiber of his being.

You lied back down on the counter as Keanu hovered over you, his hips beginning a delicious rhythm that had you mewling in seconds. He knew the two of you wouldn’t last long, not when this was your first time together in months. Soft grunts filled your ears as he thrust in and out of you, his control gradually slipping the more you whimpered out his name.

“P-Please, Ke,” you begged, digging your fingernails into his back as he lowered his lips to yours. The pleasure was becoming too overwhelming, leaving you unable to form a coherent word, but Keanu knew precisely what you needed.

“I-I’m close, baby,” he warned, his movements faltering as the tightly-wound up coil in his stomach began to unravel much like yours. “Come with me. Go ahead, let go. Let go for me.”

With a shuddering breath, you shook in pure ecstasy while you came around Keanu’s cock. You managed to keep your eyes open long enough to watch him reach his own high, his face contorting with bliss as he released hot spurts of his cum deep inside of you. Satiated, Keanu slumped forward, carefully not to crush you as you both tried to regain your senses.  

After some time had passed, he gently withdrew his softening cock from you before grabbing paper towels to clean yourselves up. Keanu then helped you hop down from the counter, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into a passionate kiss once your feet touched the tile floors. You only broke away when the oven timer suddenly dinged behind him, reminding you of the dinner you were prepping before his arrival.

“Chicken’s ready,” you mumbled against his lips. “Are you still hungry?”

“Starving,” Keanu laughed before reaching down and retrieving your discarded red dress from the ground. “You should probably hang this up for later.”

“Later?” Your brows rose in curiosity. “You want me to wear it again later?”

“Yes,” he stated, dipping down to kiss you breathlessly again. “You did promise me a private show, and I want to see you dance with this on again.”

“What if I danced with nothing on?” You proposed with a teasing tone. “How would you like that instead?”

Nodding, Keanu’s lips curved upwards, already feeling himself harden by the mere thought of it. “I’m really glad to be back home.”

“Me too,” you agreed before stepping in to close the distance, your lips connecting one more time.

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[mansionofmuses]

Alright fuck it I figured it's time to put my nuts in the ring when it comes to writing up rwde reviews about shiddy writing.

I already made a post about how closure doesn't exist in rwby, so that SHOULD trim this a bit. Hopefully.

These last two of seasons of rwby have been ASS and idk even know where to start. So lemme do some character progressions instead of jumping all over the place. Let's start with my fav: Neo. And I'll be as unbiased as possible.

Starting from v6, she came back and teamed up with Cinder. Cool? Cool. Fair enough. V7 onwards she's been treated like a BITCH by Cinder and has visibly shown her disdain for that on screen. And yet she still chooses to hang with her? Why? Like... Genuinely why? Is Neo not like the stealth queen? And the driver of a thousand vehicles? Why does she even need Cinder? Could she not have just jacked an airship herself, flown to Atlas after getting the info from Cinder, and began her hunt there? Instead she's just some minion to her now? Okay fine so let's say their team up makes sense in some odd world. Why the fuck would Neo agree to go to Cinder in the Satan Whale? Why? Why the fuck is she there? After being denied multiple times to get to Ruby and even being treated like shit with visible disdain, she should have absolutely left with a middle finger to Cinder. But nope. We get to see her be visibly uncomfortable in this cult and clearly wants out. Which she does, so good shit. She snatches the lamp and heads out. Fair enough, I guess? I don't know why the fuck she trusts Cinder to go back to her after being treated like shit. After Cinder's doodoo attitude towards her, Neo should be like "wow maybe she's lying to me about roman lemme check with this genie bitch" but no. And don't say "oh well she can't talk so jinn wouldn't be able to answer her." Fuck that. 1. I should hope that the password wouldn't be so ableist against mute people. 2. Neo's resourceful as hell. Text to speech and boom. There ya go. Instead she goes back to Cinder like a lost puppy after being shown multiple times how much she hates her. Why the fuck does she need Cinder to get to Ruby? I have no fucking idea! And then everyone's favorite scene. I know I know she killed Blake's hip atta-- I mean character devel-- I mean Yang. That scene. Was doodoo. And I'll get into more intricacies about it much later. But for now, why the hell was Neo so sloppy in that assassination? Like gurl you revealed yourself so early from, apparently so far away? Pretend to be a passerby with everything disguised (I saw that lamp) impale her and boom. Done. Not sure why she went for a slash either when a thrusting weapons like that would be best for a quicker impale. It would have made any on screen death so much more confirmed instead of up in the air bullshit.

Next we have Ironwood. Oh James. How far you've fallen. I don't really understand what the hell they're doing with this character any more. Like... At all. I fully expect him to turn into the joker and join salem at this point lmfao. At first he was complex, but cool, right? Ok a stern leader who still wants to help people and see team rwby in beacon grow and be successful. Fair enough. Then came v4 and he was like "hey yang. Heard about the arm. Here ya go homie." That was pretty cool to give to a young veteran. Fair enough. But good god once v7 hit, everything just went haywire. He started making the dumbest decisions. Kind of. I understand how he's like "aite let's sack mantle to ensure atlas lives cause otherwise both parties will be dead." except idk why he didn't just make a plan to evacuate everyone to mantle first but whatever. I mean team rwby did it like... In a day? Shouldn't have been hard. Then he started losing his fucking mind. There was an entire thing about trust issues and plans (ngl I didn't care enough to pay much attention) and he ends up wanting to arrest the kids more than actually stopping Salem. Like homie. Why. You have a gang of strong ass hunters on your side, don't just throw that away. They could say "acab fuck the police anarchy reigns" and you should still keep them just to fight literal satan on your doorstep. But he fucking drops everything and resources and materials on arresting them. Like why???? And then he just shoots a child just because? And he goes around full fascist mode and his character is just gone at that point. He literally actively wants to kill the people of Mantle now instead of stopping Salem and I don't fucking get it. He could literally plot with salem about how to nuke mantle and I'd be like "shoulda seen it coming". And then when he gets outta jail he kills Jacques... Just cause? Like why? I understand Jacques let Salem's forces in and eventually led to this shit show, but like... Atlas was falling. Just leave. I don't understand. But I guess it's to show how hateful he is towards those who oppose him, so whatever. Idk I'm so done with him. This man is just so boring I just can't wait for him to get killed off so we can be done with him. I'm sure I missed a fuckload of intricacies about Ironwood but I really don't care at all about this schmuck.

Next on the shitlist is the entirety of team rwby. Just to compact it all into one. Ruby has been getting on my nerves SO much. She is so holier than thou and always right. If she had just openly talked with Ironwood about all these secrets and shit, none of this would be happening. Yeah there would be panic, but homie what's the alternative? Fight in secrecy against the police and Salem?

"hey Ruby I noticed that lamp you keep hanging around. What is that?"

"oh uhhhh definitely not a grimm magnet HAHAHAHAH"

Like no shit everyone's gonna be pissed when you lie to them and keep these secrets. Also these plans are dogshit. "We gotta get a message out." To who??? The rest of the world is gonna see some lil kid be like "hey Ironwood's gone crazy and some evil witch bitch is here tryna kill us all." Like who are they gonna believe? A random girl or the fact that ironwood is the head of the largest military state in the world? For all they know it's just some prank and it's totally unbelievable.

Team RWBY sippin team for v8 and doing nothing all volume? Nice. "But they needed to protect Nora." You mean to tell me Ruby, May, Blake, and Weiss all had to be there to protect someone. The Grimm attacked once and that was it. You guys have no medical history. At all. All you did was wrap her up and drink tea during the volume where there's a literal war happening outside. You don't just "wait for help" you ARE THE HELP you're hunters you fucks! Go out and get shit done. Have like one person stay behind just in case shit goes wrong. Preferably Weiss so she can have those meaningful conversations with her family members she never fucking had. But whatever. Ruby and Yang get into... A fight? That lasts for five seconds when they leave and then when they see each other again it just doesn't matter so I'm not sure why the fuck it was brought up at all. It had no impact whatsoever. And there's a ton more I'm sure I'm just burning out at this point. But let's just talk about the big shit. Yang's death. Everyone's saying she'll come back because plot armor but I'm in the "I genuinely think she's dead" group. She turned to Dust as she fell. I mean who knows maybe Deus Ex machina rears it's convenient head. I hate hate hate how that scene was done. That was such an unbelievable death. Weiss, Ruby, and even Blake all have ways of catching her. Easily. Weiss has like fifty ways of catching someone between summons and semblance. Ruby can teleport around the world. And Blake can just shadow clone jutsu her way there but WHATEVER. I guess everyone was too busy being nerfed and sucking ass. Again. And the reactions? Dog shit. Even when she sacrifices herself for Ruby, it's still all about the bees. It's so genuinely annoying. Ruby just whispers her sisters name and that's pretty much it aside from a >:( face here and there. Weiss doesn't even grieve she just comforts Blake who's losing her shit. And I don't know why Weiss doesn't grieve cause SHE WAS HER HOMIE TOO LIKE C'MON RT LET'S SEE SOME UGLY SOBBING DAMN so now everyone's gone feral (except Weiss who just doesn't give a shit about Yang apparently.) And despite Blake saying "yo let's not kill people aite Yang?" She's gonna say fuck that and have it out for Neo and Cinder out of revenge. Alright I guess. That's fair honestly. Challenging ones own morals based on emotions. Good enough. But god I just wished we could see more from Ruby and Weiss during that. Also I'm so sick of the "oh this character fell are they dead are they not?" Thing that rt keeps doing. Just have Neo impale her and go. Easy as that. On screen confirmation. I'm sure team RWBY has a fuckload more to crit but I'm done with this topic.

Winter. Bootlicking to the extreme that she casts aside her own sister and doesn't care if her friends die. Nice. No closure at all after she turns back to being a good guy I guess. I'm done with her. Not a whole lot to say.

The aceops are just so dumb. I'm done with them. Everytime they talk about genocide for the good of atlas I'm just rolling my eyes. Just say you're fascists and move on. And idk why the fuck harriet is gonna bomb an empty mantle. Atlas is already falling on it, you literally have no reason to do this. And this plot point is stupid as hell. Next.

Cinder. I'm not sure why they decided to randomly drop her background story into the mix. Like I don't think anyone gives a shit after all the crap she's done. I'm so sick of rt trying to make her some "uwu woe is me" woobie after doing so much shit and killing so many people. Her uwu crying moments are just stupid. Honestly watts is one of my fav characters just for telling her how crappy she is. Next

Hazel. Homie is dumb as hell. He hates Ozpin because his sister died in a mission. Fair enough. Why the fuck would you ever join Grimm Hitler when Grimm are what killed her in the first place??? Like??? Just hate him on your own time dude, jesus. And he is consistently hypocritical and it's so stupidly funny how bad this character is.

"HOW MANY MORE CHILDREN WILL YOU HURT OZPIN" as he beats the piss outta Nora, Ren, RWBY, Oscar, and probably some random five year old on the street while shouting OZPIIIIN to the skies. It also didn't take a whole lot to convince him how stupid he was thank god. His character was so cool in design and in theory but good god he got executed soooo fucking poorly. Kinda glad he's dead just so we don't have to deal with his stupidity. Next.

Emerald. This bitch. I can't. I LOVE how easily rwby just forgave her. It was so stupidly funny. "oh but yang was ready to fight her at first and snatched her weapons" yeah for five fucking minutes. Then came the part where she helped stabilize Penny and gave a half assed speech about switching sides. Meanwhile everyone's just magically forgiving of her like OH THAT EMERALD AHAHAH like she didn't help orchestrate the fall of Beacon, the death of many, including Penny, and all the terrible shit that's gone down. No resentment from RWBY except for my favorite line delivered this volume. It was Weiss's ever so beautiful "SHUT UP" LOL (I play Smite and I love how her VVGQ Quiet voice line sounds the same. So when I heard this line, I thought of Smite and immediately laughed. Kudos to you Weiss.)

Salem. The hound attacked Penny in the mansion... Why? You already established connection with Watts in jail. Did he not tell her "ay she cool with us." And in turn did she not tell him "ay she cool with us don't hit her"? I guess not? Cause the hound and penny shoulda bounced together the second they met up lmao. Other than that, salem's done nothing this volume except try to be scary and get her ass beat by hazel. She could easily just go out in the field with her grimm and blasts some people or SOMETHING GOD so far our main villain is just so boring and unimposing that literally every other villain, including her subordinates, feel more like threats than her.

Now I'll just talk about scenes.

The scene with ambrosius was COATED IN CONVENIENCE. Apparently Ozpin didn't tell the gang about the WinMore button they could just fucking walk to until now because??? Idk. I LOVE how team rwby just assumed that penny would be okay when they took her robot parts out. Realistically she should just be a floating husk of aura and nothingness. Like she never had organs. I don't understand how she's a real person now? Which, by the way, I'm pretty fucking insulted about how they handled that. Why make Penny human? She was already a real girl and accepted by her loved ones. Like shit, she was a character that a LOT of transgirls, myself included, could relate to on a personal level and we LOVED how Ruby handled it in v2. It was cute! It was sweet! She said she was a real girl back then and it made all of our collective kokoros go doki doki. Fun stuff!

But now? It feels like none of that was validated until she got an actual human body. Like damn I wish I could just get my ideal body within seconds. Shit. I've seen and heard a lot of upset from my fellow tgirls about how doodoo that scene was, because it's implying penny wasn't a real girl until after she got her human body and that's probably how most of the rwby fandom is gonna see it too. "oh wow penny's a real girl now!" And just forget Ruby's cute speech in v2. So annoying. Minor nitpick, if she's got the aura of a black man inside of her (her father), and her robot body is gone, why the fuck isn't she black? Like? Idk minor nitpick I guess. But anyways back to ambrosius scene. I love how rwby had the answers for everything within the hours worth of planning they were given by Ironwood's motive. Totes believable. And yet the "one way ticket to vacuo" thing was the simplest shit they could have avoided lmfao. Like THAT is what you trip up on? Not the portals you're trying to make or the assumption that penny lives without her robot parts? Insane. (side note: how did oscar have a flashback to that scene if he wasn't even there?)

And now everyone's favorite scene. Yangs death. Already covered it early I just wanted to add more on. This scene is insane. Like... If they actually go through with killing her (i don't see how she could have survived turning into dust) then roosterteeth is dumber than I gave them credit for. Like... They have to realize the shitstorm they're gonna receive right? First they kill off clover, an lgbt+ coded character. Next is Yang? A main character who is WIDELY loved by all. Apart of their most pandered ship in existence: bees. (Both the ship and the character make them so much money in merch btw so this was stupid from an objective standpoint.) You can't just kill a main character that is heavily lgbt+ coded in THE most popular ship in the show. Like... How dumb can they be? They're gonna lose so many fans at the very least. Sales? Down. Death threats? Way up. It would be astonishing if they weren't up to their necks in shit in backlash by that decision. Bury Your Gays trope strikes again folks. But this time with everyone's favorite! Like I just... Idk that decision was stupid and that scene hardly was given any real pomp or circumstance it deserved. She's a major title character and that scene lasted like a minute lmao. It's gonna be RWBY without the Y. RWB. As in rt is a bunch of rubes for making that decision. A cynical part of me thinks they did that just because they want an excuse to off Neo, another really loved character. (Well if everyone hates her now we can kill her off cause god knows we don't know what to do with her), but I'm not gonna make this about her. I honestly don't know how to feel about this death tbh. On one hand it's shitty and *points to essay above*. On another it lets Blake be her own character for once. We get to see who she is on our own. And we can finally shift gears from The Bees Show featuring Some Plot to RWBY without the Y. But again that scene was done horribly with doodoo writing already explained up above. They're gonna use this as some edgy excuse to have the heroes start killing again or grieve or whatever bullshit shock value.

(now that I think of it tho, Neo shoulda killed yang in v2. How the fuck did Raven know she was finna die again. Lmao)

Anyways, that's my two cents. I'm sure there's so much more I forgot. Love or hate my ramble idc these are just my thoughts. I'm sure I made doodoo arguments at some points so feel free to call me an idiot and point them out. Imma bounce. My fingers fucking hurt lmfao

[thebladeblaster]

Pokémon: the Vanguard Descends The Movie: Celebi Lost In Time (part 1)

Aichi’s current team

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Many years ago Arceus foretold that his messiah would appear as the offspring of Gin Gaillard…

“Subject 003v. The human to Pokémon ratio in his dna is perfect. As well the programming has been perfectly calibrated to account for his power. As for his power he is far stronger than our previous two successes in project Psyqualia.”, Ryuzu said.

Gin touched the tube with his hand looking at his recently born son: A familiar blue haired boy with blue eyes. He looked back at his father.

“003v is the one who will fulfill our ambition. The perfect life form who will allow us to finally take over the world and defeat that infernal god, Arceus. You understand right my son?”, Gin said, smirking.

However, much to the terror of the world and the mistake of Arceus he told Gin this. Thus Gin decided to take control of destiny and the messiah. Instead of being Arceus’s avatar to fulfill his will he turned him into his avatar to fulfill his will upon the world, Team Asteroid ultimate weapon, the strongest creation of project Psyqualia, the ultimate despair, the anti-messiah, 003v...

Emi rode as fast as she could on the back of a Galarian Rapidash. She looked a bit older than she should be, looking more in her teens. By her side flew a girl with vibrant red hair and red cat-like eyes. She wore a yellow and orange dress with a big yellow hat and red shoes. She had glowing white angelic wings. Riding upon a Corvknight by their side was a shadowed figure and weirdly Suiko.

They flinched as they heard explosions in the background they hurried as fast as they could through the greenery.

“Come on Kai, Miwa, Kamui, Kyou, *static*! You’ve gotta buy us the time we need!”, the figure grumbled.

“Your fools if you think you have anytime without Team Asteroid’s permission.”, they all froze and paled in fear as they heard a familiar voice.

Descending down in front of them covered in a murky dark blue aura and rainbow spirals in his eyes was none other than 003v. Like Emi he looked a bit older for some reason. He wore a long black general-like coat lined with red. The side of the shoulders had a yellow part hanging off. Underneath was some sort of white zipped up top. He wore grey pants and long white boots. He had a belt similar to his father’s with a red A. His arms were crossed, his expression had a bit of annoyance and exasperation. He simply raised his pointer finger sending a blast of energy that stopped their mounts and the flying girl in their tracks, a dark blue aura and two intersecting rings surrounded them, binding them. The rings were pitch black with an ominous red along the edge.

“Absolute lock!”, 003v said as he binded the girl and the other Pokémon.

“Stop this 003v!”, Emi pleaded as 003v turned his gaze to her, his expression looking a bit softer when he looked over to her.

“I should be telling you the same thing Emi. Seriously rebelling like this? It must be another teenage phase. Come on, it’s time to come home Emi.”, 003v replied as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Stop treating me like this is simply a phase! Team Asteroid isn’t protecting anyone! It’s merely an authoritarian power controlling the world!”, Emi replied, very red.

003v nearly scoffed at this.

“Wait, but he’s here does that mean he…?”, Suiko questioned.

“Oh, yes your so-called god is dead. You know, for the battle that had been hyped up my whole life it was rather disappointing.”, 003v answered smugly.

They all looked completely horrified.

“You killed Arceus!? You're supposed to be the messiah! The one who was supposed to bring peace to the world! How could you!?”, the winged girl questioned.

“I have brought peace to the world. Ever since I enabled Team Asteroid’s take over of the world there had been no wars, disasters, or conflict. Not until you tricked my sister and tried to mess everything up.”, 003v replied with his voice full of venom, glaring at the winged girl.

His presence that had been restrained before was leaking out. They felt themselves choking from his oppressive aura. It made them feel like bowing and groveling for forgiveness at his feet. If they had weaker wills they would be doing so. It was so impossibly strong and seemingly infinite that they shook. They knew internally that no being could defeat this monster, but they tried anyway.

“Hey idiot! Can’t you get it through your thick skull that you’re on the bad guy side!?”, the shadowed figure said as he got in front of 003v dismounting the Corviknight.

003v completely ignored him as if he wasn’t even there focusing his attention on Emi. The shadow figure growled at this enraged that he was being ignored like this. He raised his fist and Suiko looked very panicked.

“*static* I don’t think that’s a good idea! You’ll only piss him off!”, Suiko warned.

The figure didn’t listen, punching 003v which was also ignored. He threw a punch and heard a loud crackle as his fist bent at an unnatural angle and blood tripped from it. He fell to his knees howling in pain clutching his fist.

“*static*!”, All of them minus 003v and the figure cried out.

003v looked completely unfazed by this, single mindedly focused on Emi. The figure growled throwing out a master ball revealing the seed of destruction; Yveltal. 003v still didn’t seem to care, even with the destruction legendary right next to him. He simply didn’t fear it or seemingly anyone or anything else. What should an ultimate life form have to fear?

“I’ll keep this bastard at bay!”, the shadowed figure said.

This made 003v break into uncontrollable laughter.

“Oh so you can hear me you bastard! Grieon use oblivion wing!”, the figure ordered angrily.

“You think you’ll stop me. That’s cute. You people never learn do you?”, 003v replied.

Emi took this chance to slip by paling as 003v was hit by the red light shot by the legendary, only to look untouched. The others remaining gaped in disbelief as 003v stood in the crater created by the destruction Pokémon‘a attack unfazed. He casually looked over his coat.

“Dang. You couldn’t even ruffle my coat, this is going to be so boring.”, 003v groaned.

“You arrogant prick! Oblivion wing!”, the shadowed figure replied as Grieon fire at him again.

They gasped as 003v walked through the blast like it wasn’t even there.

“Man you're so weak. I’ll just have Imaginary Plane deal with you so I can pick up Emi.”, 003v said, talking as if the legendary was merely a minor inconvenience.

003v threw out a Poké ball revealing a Haxorus who smiled sinisterly at Grieon.

“Not her!”, the winged girl called out.

003v turned his back to leave as the Haxorus fired scales at the legendary. Grieon raises up its wings in defense. Loud bangs could be heard as the scales bombarded Grieon’s wings.

“Arceus was wrong about you! You're not the messiah! Your pure evil the opposite to the messiah! The anti-messiah!”, the winged girl yelled venting all her frustrations in tears.

003v just smirked at this.

“As I said before I am the messiah. I brought peace to the world as Arceus desired.”, 003v replied, holding out one of his hands and gesturing with it.

“You're so brainwashed you can’t tell the difference between right and wrong! What you’ve done subjugating the entire world! Taking away everyone’s choice! Having them live in fear! That’s wrong! ”, the winged girl yelled.

“Pfft. I’m brainwashed, sure. Emi completely changing her mind about Team Asteroid after years was totally natural.”, 003v replied sarcastically.

The winged girl fumed with anger glaring at him. The shadow figure growled as Grieon was losing ground.

“Haxorus! Haxorus! Haxorus! Haxorus! Haxorus! Haxorus! (You can’t lose yet! I’m still having fun!)”, Imaginary Plane said.

003v suddenly froze, realizing something. He looked around seeing Emi was out of sight now.

“You're stalling me.”, 003v growled with annoyance.

“Of course.”, the winged girl replied.

003v took a step forward, seeming to disappear to them. Emi jumped hiding something in her arms as 003v seemed to appear in front of her. Emi backed away a bit as he walked forward.

“It’s time to come home Emi. Stop this nonsense.”, 003v said, outstretching his hand to Emi.

Emi turned away as 003v frowned.

“I wish…I wish things didn’t have to be like this. I wish you could be the kind person you naturally are. I wish...we could have lived together with mom, happily far away from dad.”, Emi said quietly with tears in her eyes tightening the grip of whatever was in her arms.

003v narrowed his eyes.

“You know that can never…”, 003v trailed off, freezing as could see a yellow cloth-like appendage sticking out not covered by Emi.

She looked up at 003v, her brother who for the first time in a long time looked genuinely panicked. His eyes widened in shock Emi’s arms revealed what was in her arms as he shook in tears. It was Jirachi, the wish Pokémon. 003v quickly faster than humans could ever comprehend thrusted his hand forward at Jirachi. He sweated nervously as he realized it was too late the eye on its belly had opened.

Light enveloped everything and the winged girl was released from her binds being swept away by the light.

“Emi!!”, she called out as she held her hand out as she was swept away.

The next scene showed Shizuka holding an infant Emi and Takuto standing before her. Shizuka’s eyes widened with complete disbelief and betrayal as she read the hacked information about her son and Team Asteroid.

“I know you may not trust me Shizuka Dou. But, something that is an irrefutable truth that I have revealed to you is that your son is alive. And your husband hid that fact from you. You must realize the kind of man your husband has become and leave here with your children.”, Takuto said.

She just wanted her babies to be safe so she nodded. Takuto disappeared for a brief moment teleporting before reappearing in a few minutes with an unconscious boy. He had blue hair and blue eyes. He wore a grey dress shirt and pants with black shoes. It was 003v, only 3 years old. Shizuka instantly grabbed hold of her unconscious child holding him close to her chest along with an infant Emi.

“We have to go now. Grab a hold of my hand.”, Takuto said urgently.

“Get him!”, Gin yelled from behind the door.

In a flash Shizuka was gone with her children to the small region known as Kakusa. She calmed down the crying baby Emi. She still held 003v close to her chest as well.

“I’ve altered his memories. As far as he’s concerned he’s been raised by his single mother and that you fled Galar with him and his sister to escape Team Asteroid.”, Takuto explained.

“You messed with his head?!”, Shizuka questioned, glaring at Takuto.

“Trust me it’s better that he doesn’t remember. You remember what you read right? How Gin had been raising him?”, Takuto replied.

“I know but…”, Shizuka trailed off as she looked down.

“Wait, what about his name? Isn’t his name being 003v a bit suspicious?”, Shizuka questioned.

“What do you want his name to be?”, Takuto asked as he held his fingers up to Aichi’s head.

Shizuka froze remembering the name she had originally thought up for him.

“Aichi...I want his name to be Aichi. It has many meanings including love, wisdom and...light of hope. Also, I don’t want to find it easily so our last name will now be Sendou.”, Shizuka replied.

An aura flashed around Takuto as 003v now was named Sendou Aichi. To further distance themselves from Gin they said their names like those in Kakusa did with their family name first.

She finally got to sit down when they got to PSY Sweets and she would stay there till she found a place to live. She was rather anxious as Aichi gained consciousness after sleeping soundly in the room’s bed. She held in a deep breath as Aichi stirred, rubbing his eyes in confusion. He looked over to Shizuka who held Emi in her arms. Emi roused from her sleep laying her eyes on her brother for this first time.

“...mom? Where are we?”, were the first words she heard her son say groggily.

She froze as he heard her son call her mom for the first time, forgetting to breathe. She also noted his noticeable Galatian accent like her own and Gin’s. To blend in further in Kakusa she would later make him hide it till eventually he lost his accent all together.

“We’ve made it to Kakusa, Aichi. We’re in PSY Sweets.”, Shizuka replied, finally remembering to breathe.

Aichi looked around tiredly in a way that reminded her of Gin in the morning. The physical resemblance he had to Gin added to it though he had Shizuka’s colors.

“Oh okay…”, Aichi replied, half asleep.

He crawled over to Emi who looked over at him curiously in her arms. Emi giggled as he came near and Aichi smiled.

“I’m glad Emi’s alright.”, Aichi said as Shizuka felt a very warm feeling in her chest.

Later after they had found a home in Sanctuary town. Aichi had a fateful encounter with a certain someone.

Aichi walked along the street wearing a blue shirt, black shorts and a backpack. He had scuff marks and a bandage on his face. He looked down sadly walking back home. Tears were stinging his eyes and he was recently used as a punching bag by the local bullies again.

He stopped when felt someone wipe away his tears. It was Ahmes as Ralts with him was a younger version of Kai.

“Ralts! (Don’t be sad!)”, Ahmes said, wiping away his tears.

Kai looked equally stunned by the Pokémon’s action before smiling.

“Ahmes seems to have really taken a liking to you.”, Kai said laughing a bit.

“O-oh this is your Pokémon?”, Aichi asked.

“Yeah, but I think it should stay with you now it seems like you need it a bit more.”, Kai said.

“T-there’s no way I c-“, Aichi stuttered.

“It’s fine I got other Pokémon. Besides I have a feeling that together the two of you will be able to get real strong.”, the young Kai replied, patting Aichi’s back.

Later…

Aichi smiled as he and the Ralts, Ahmes played tag together. He had never had friends to do this with so he didn’t realize you were supposed to have more people play. They both chuckled as they laid in the grass.

Many years later Aichi met Kai again and finally got to battle him after he moved all those years ago. He miraculously beat the experienced trainer and promised to battle him again one day. This was the start of Sendou Aichi’s adventure through Kakusa. On his journey he met various people, many who had become his friends. He fought Team Asteroid liberating Megacolony town, Kagero town, Grandblue city, Oracle town, Tachikaze town, Palesville, Dai city, Sanctuary town, and eventually the league from its control. He trained with Alfred and Takuto to defeat them. With Kamui he battled Kyou. With Kamui and Kourin he fought Asuka and he later fought Tetsu alone. He battled Ren after defeating the elite four, saving the region and becoming champion. Afterwards a huge party was thrown in Sanctuary town with people from across the region joining in. Then, Mamoru who had recently been freed from Team Asteroid’s prison was sent by the Kakusa government to determine if he was truly on their side. He passed and was accepted by the government. For Christmas Aichi went above and beyond as a champion to make everyone happy. So, for him Emi and his friends came together to give him a happy Christmas. Finally, when the day came he finally fought Kai as a rival and equal. Kai left to help those outside the region suffering from Team Asteroid and they vowed to meet again one day. Aichi would stay to protect Kakusa as the champion.

A couple of weeks after Aichi and Kai’s battle…

Aichi’s current team

Level 78 Ahmes (Gallade) psychic/fighting

Moves:

Close combat

Solar blade

Swords dance

Future Sight

Level 76 Wingal (Lycanroc (dusk)) rock

Moves:

Stealth rock

Crunch

Stone edge

Play rough

Level 74 Llew (Golisopod) water/bug

Moves:

Sucker punch

Blizzard

Liquidation

First impression

Level 75 Gancelot (Lucario) fighting/steel

Moves:

Focus blast

Stone edge

Meteor mash

Dragon pulse

Level 80 Soul Saver (Haxorus) dragon

Moves:

Outrage

Iron tail

Dragon dance

Scale shot

Level 100 Alfred (Aegislash) ghost/steel

Moves:

Sacred sword

King’s shield

Iron head

Shadow Claw

Emi opened up Aichi’s door looking annoyed as Aichi was still in bed fast asleep when he’s supposed to go to school.

“Man that dream was so stupid. My idiot brother could never be a super villain like that. It was probably because of all the crazy stuff we were told recently that I had it. I mean come on, brushing off an attack from a legendary? Killing god? Taking over the world?That has to be an exaggeration.”, Emi thought, shaking Aichi to wake him up.

“Five more minutes…”, Aichi groaned sleepily.

“You don’t have five minutes! If you don’t get your butt up you’ll be late!”, Emi yelled, causing Aichi to groggily get up.

[lilhemmo]

how about a fix it fic where the force/sKYWALKERS remember that ben solo is like.. alive and stuff?? i was really upset with how everyone came to speak to rey but when ben needed help, they kinda just left my boi. you don't have to if you don't want to :) love youre writing by the way!

a/n: yeah i’m all about tros in which ben solo-organa-skywalker doesn’t just.. like.. flop and fade. so here ya go :) needless to say... SPOILER ALERT 

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The way the Force grips her chest like some sort of slithering monster makes her soul ache.

Rey wonders if this is the last time she’ll see Ben Solo.

Palpatine holds onto them tightly, draining them both of whatever he can - bond, Force, energy, life - and the yellows of his eyes make her toes curl. His cackle reverberates throughout the walls of the cavern, sinister and bone-chilling.

“Ben,” she manages, turning her head to face him. She swallows and notes the tears in his eyes, “I-I’m so-”

Her throat is enclosed in a ghost-like grip, her veins protruding from her forehead and neck. The corner of his eyes wrinkle with emotion, his lip quivering in the same way it did when they touched hands for the first time on Ahch-To.

“Keep your mouth shut, granddaughter,” Palpatine’s gravelly voice snarls.

Rey fights through the bondage his Force has on her own enough to screech, “I am no family of yours!”

She can feel Ben’s fingers desperate to touch her own, to try and reach out to comfort her in some small way. The invisible grasp on his body, contorting it to stand too much upright, keeps his limbs from straying.

“I will drain you of whatever thrums through you both,” Palpatine growls, a smirk growing on his blackened, dead lips. “The Senate needs but one Sith Lord to rule it, and I am more than capable.”

“You’re a dead man,” Ben grumbles, reminiscent of his father’s deep voice in times of trouble.

Palpatine turns to the heir of his arch nemesis, the family who did him in, and pulls him closer, close enough that Ben’s nostrils are filled with the stench of death that lingers on the darksider’s cloak. His cold, once-lifeless fingers traipse over Ben’s face and it is too close to the way his father held him for the boy to allow it. Ben pulls from the darkside, reminding himself of the power Kylo Ren had to restrain, and musters enough influence over the Force to cause Palpatine to cower back, fingers shaken from the touch.

“Your family’s power flows through you - Vader, Luke, Leia, even Han,” Palpatine is almost cooing now, beckoning Ben Solo to turn into Kylo Ren at the seductive tone. “You could have been much stronger, much more influential if you would’ve allowed my words to coerce you into a full conversion, my boy. Kylo Ren could have conquered galaxies with the Emperor in his corner.”

“The darkside is strong,” Ben agrees, the effort of vocalizing enough to break a sweat on his forehead. “But it only brought me pain.”

“Pain is a weapon!” Palpatine shouts, throwing his arms in the air to force lightening from his fingertips. He laughs and it forces ice down Rey’s bone marrow. She leaks tears from either corner of her eyes, hearing the ships turn to craters outside the throne room.

Palpatine turns to the dyad, eyes alight with power, and thrusts his lightening to them. Ben’s clothes smoke and Rey’s hair catches fire as they absorb the attack.

Ben. 

The boy’s eyes turn, looking for the sound of the gentle voice.

Mother?

He can hear the echo of her laughter and then she is joined by another, one that still makes his heart quiver.

Son.

Ben Solo has not cried in many years, and yet he finds himself reduced to tears as the voices of those he has lost echoes in his mind and the agony of Palpatine’s lightning strikes his heart, burying the hot energy in his soul so it may catch aflame and burn him from the inside out.

I don’t know what to do, he begs, his fists curling at his sides so his fingernails bite into his flesh. The pain is a reminder, and Palpatine is right - pain is power.

For a moment, he has clarity, and another voice speaks to him. 

Ben, you can bring balance to the Force, as I once did. All you need is a little help.

The Force buckles for a moment and Palpatine falters.

Channeling his prior persona, Ben stomps his foot on the ground and calls to the saber that once belonged to his grandfather, the dead man’s voice ringing in his ears now. 

Rise, Ben, Anakin’s voice is no longer distorted, like it has been Ben’s whole life, and instead it is clear and true. Solid, as Ben always imagined it might be. Rise and bring balance. Finish what I started.

All of a sudden, like a breath of fresh air pushing its way down his throat, Ben feels the presence of the Force surround him. He can breathe again, Palpatine’s claws ripped from his soul to leave a gaping wound bandaged by the Force Ghosts of the past speaking their wisdom.

The voice that rings the loudest is that of his mother - Ben, my son, she sounds as regal as ever, and a tear drips down Ben Solo’s healed cheek. He leans into the pressure of her hand against his jaw, Listen to the Force, Ben. I’m sorry we weren’t there for you when we needed to be. Hopefully we can make it up to you now.

Ben looks at Rey, her skin paling and her eyes rolling back in her head, and he taps into the darkside, anger fueling his power. He grits his teeth and turns to see the outline of his mother’s form in the distance, smiling proudly as she gives him one last token of her voice: 

Help them, Ben. You’re their only hope.

A fire lights in Ben’s heart and he ignites his lightsaber, stepping forward to press into Palpatine’s territory. The pale yellow eyes of the Sith lord focus on the freshly turned lightsider, pupils narrowing as he raises a hand, poised to strike with another launch of lightning.

Ben channels the force, channels his mother, and absorbs the force of the lightning in his palm, wincing as his flesh burns. He grimaces but manages to step forward, his mother’s words echoing, pulsing behind his eyelids: You’re their only hope. 

“You are right about one thing, Emperor,” Ben grits through his teeth, the lightning turning to an orb in his hands. “Pain is a weapon. You should be more careful who you wield it against.”

The lightning tickles his fingertips and Ben twirls his hand just so that the ball of energy he’s been accumulating snaps back towards it’s original owner. Palpatine screeches, releasing Rey from his hold. She tumbles to the floor, limbs a mess and skin a sickly grey.

Ben mumbles her name as the Emperor attempts to gather himself, his robes in his hands as he struggles to stand. Rey is limp, and Ben can hardly sense her side of the Bond. It is instead a dull throb at the back of his neck, trying to crawl up to the crown of his head to no avail. He blows a breath through his nose, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing what energy he can through the scarce amount of the Bond that he can feel.

Just as the Emperor turns his lightning to Ben again, Rey’s eyes peel open and she groans. She rolls onto her side and once her gaze connects with the dueling force-wielders, irises widening, she reaches out and attempts to hold Palpatine back with the small amount of Force she can muster.

“Your coming together will be your undoing,” Palpatine’s voice booms within the cavern, walls shaking and rocks tumbling. He smirks from under his hood, “It was your Bond that has allowed me to be rejuvenated. How does this make you feel?”

“I’m sick of your rambling,” Rey mutters, standing to her feet shakily. She holds out her hand and beckons Leia’s saber to her grip, turning to glance at Ben one more time, “Thank you.”

A gentle smirk makes its way over his features, lips quirking upward. Ben nods at her, eyes alight with the mischief to mirror that of his father, “Anytime, sweetheart. I’m only sorry it took so long.”

She wants to say something, but two bolts of lightning catapult in their direction, forced forward by the crippled fingers of the Emperor. He cackles, but is cut by Ben’s chokehold, a bare hand held in midair to close Palpatine’s windpipes.

The gain doesn’t last for long, Palpatine’s power pushing back against Ben’s, “I’ve lived in the darkside, young Skywalker. You cannot beat me!”

Ben is thrown backward, tumbling against the rocks, dangerously close to the edge of the pit lingering behind them like a shadow. Rey screams at the sight of him falling, his name tumbling from her lips as a prayer. She turns, tears in her eyes, and bares her lightsaber to the Emperor.

“Fight me!” she cries, beckoning him with a taunt, trying to draw his attention away from Ben as he struggles in the background.

The jab does it’s job, bringing Palpatine’s attention back to the girl wielding the saber of the General of the Resistance. She growls, her teeth pearly even in the darkness of the cavern.

“The darkside is strong within your heart, girl,” Palpatine sneers, raising his arms to ready another bout of lightning. He huffs out a laugh that sounds more like a wheeze, “Why do you not let it engulf you completely? Allow it’s power to course through your veins, to guide you as it sees fit?”

Rey rolls the lightsaber hilt between her fingers, the blue light twirling as she readies her saber, “There is no more dark and light, you blind old man! There is a balance. Ben and I have found the balance.”

“We shall see.” 

Effortlessly, Palpatine strikes her again with his lightning, but Rey absorbs it with the saber. She digs her heels into the ground, willing herself to channel the Force through her muscles, allowing it to support her to stand upright.

“Yes,” a gravelly voice speaks from beside her. “We will.”

“Ben!” she gasps, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

The remains of the Bond throb in her spine, threading out through her nerves and veins, beating like lifeblood. The Force thrives, singing in her skin as she takes steps forward to gain ground against the Emperor. Rey feels The Balance flowing through her like a river, meanwhile strengthening her resolve.

“Skywalker,” Palpatine spits in disgust, his fingers sparking with lightning just as Ben ignites his grandfather’s saber. The blue-white light of the Sith lord’s Force attack singes Ben’s lightsaber, embers catching in his hair as the electricity flares. “Your bloodline is but a stain in the timeline. Your grandfather came from nothing, and to nothing he returned. After all, what are you but the remnant in a long line of a dying breed?”

“You’re wrong,” Ben grits, narrowing his eyes. His lower lip twitches as he grinds his feet into the rock beneath him, “I am my mother, my father, my grandfather, and my uncle. I am every bit of my bloodline. I cannot deny my family. I cannot deny the Light.”

Rey finds it easier to stand taller as he speaks, his resolve pushing their Bond forward, strengthening it and the power that they share with his confidence, with his realization. 

Still, her heart grows weary under the strain.

“You’re nothing, boy! I am The Senate! I am The Sith!” Palpatine spits. His rotting mouth spews nothing but hatred, flaring against Ben’s side of the bond, his darkside counterpart wailing to be set free to unleash an eternal hell on the man who put him through a lifetime of pain. “You are nothing without me, young Skywalker. Nothing.”

The old man cackles, “I am all of the Sith, layered into one final, eternal being. The two of you are merely pawns in my game, used to your fullest ability and then tossed to the wayside when I am finished with you.”

“You’re wrong.”

The voices of the Force wrap around the both of them, sealing them in some sort of vortex of power. It settles like stardust in their bones and they talk in unison, the entirety of those who have come before them echoing like a song as they speak.

“We are The Balance.”

The two force-wielders scream with a final attempt to return the Emperor’s attack. Their lightsabers glow brighter than ever, returning the lightning instead of merely absorbing it.

The Emperor’s cackle morphs into a bloodcurdling cry as his skin begins to flake from the bone. Lightning burns his clothes, and the flames lick what remains of his marrow. He tries to bellow out one final insult, but his teeth fall from his jaw into the dirt and he’s left speechless.

And then the two that have created The Balance crumble to their knees.

-

Ben.

The boy grumbles, and for a moment he hears his father in his head.

Ben, wake up. It’s time.

The gentle caress of his mother’s knuckles against his cheek is what wakes him.

Mom?

He can feel her smile rather than see it. The Force hugs him tightly like a blanket and despite his broken ankle and bruised ribs, he manages to sit up.

“Rey,” he blurts, twisting his torso and forgoing the pain to try and find her body. Ben manages to crawl, half on his knees, half stumbling, until he can cradle her within his grasp.

Ben can’t help it when he looks around, trying desperately to see those voices materialize before him. The severe lack of blue outlined figures makes his heart drop into his stomach.

He remembers when Rey closed his wounds for him before, in the rain. The way her lip trembled and her fingers shook. He wishes he could go back to that moment and fix everything, fix all of it. Maybe he wouldn’t have had to run into the Emperor’s throne room with absolutely no plan and a blaster if he had fixed it all with her then. 

“C’mon,” he murmurs, trying to channel every bit of her Light, of her goodness, as he wavers his palm over her abdomen. He surges her with Light. He presses every amount of sunshine left in his body into her, willing it to weave her bones back together and tie her spirit like a knot.

He thinks of her smile and of her laugh. He thinks of the way she looked when she first saw rain. He thinks of how intensely she’s looked at him, like she wanted to love him but knew he wasn’t ready yet.

He even thinks of the anger in her eyes from the forest, when he offered to be her teacher. He think of the pure rage with which she yields her saber when they’ve fought. He thinks of how she confronted the mighty Luke Skywalker when she found that he might have been responsible for helping to create Kylo Ren.

And then Ben thinks of the Balance.

Suddenly her heart is beating again.

“B-Ben?” she asks, as if too scared to be this close. She is a skittish rabbit, and he is a hungry wolf.

They have been here before. And yet it is new territory all the same.

I did want to take your hand.

The words run through his mind like a terrible holocron, repeating and repeating ever since they left her lips. 

However, he does feel somewhat satisfied to feel her grip around his knuckles even though it hurts where his skin is split.

The second her lips make contact with his own, they are both thrown into a dizziness that neither of them have confronted before. Rey’s hands are on his face and his arms are locked tightly around her body as if he needs to hold her together.

She is brash in the kiss just as she is brash with everything else. Their lips are chapped and grimy but neither of them care. He brushes a thumb against her skull, practically playing with her middle hair-bun, and she smiles into the kiss.

“Ben,” she repeats as if solidifying it to be the truth.

They fall away from one another, still clutching, but some distance now.

There is quiet between them and Rey feels their Bond mending itself, stitching back together. It will take time.

But they have that now.

“We have to go,” Ben speaks quickly.

Rey realizes that the very building that might have been their prison is now going to be their doom. She looks to him, eyes wide, “I have a ship.”

He nods and then run together, one hand with a saber and the other preoccupied with each other. 

-

“I don’t know if I can do this.”

“They’ll get used to you.”

“No, they won’t. I killed their friends.”

Rey sighs, “You cannot hide in here forever. There’s no food, no ‘fresher. You’ll die.”

“Dying seems like a much better fate.”

“So dramatic,” Rey pats him on the chest but somehow is stuck there like a magnet. Her palms rest against his pectorals and she looks him in the eyes. “We will find a place for you here.”

“And if we don’t?” he asks, bringing one of her palms to his mouth to press a kiss to the pulse point of her wrist. “Will you cast me out?”

Rey pushes herself up on her toes and kisses him again, this time more to prove a point than to enjoy it, “I will follow you. But we will try to mend this first. You were manipulated, since before your mother had given birth. That has to count for something.”

“I don’t know that they’ll see it that way, sweetheart.” Ben’s voice is kinder now, kinder than it was on Ahch-To, under the shelter of the hut when their hands touched and they saw one another’s future and past just alike. His head tilts when he addresses her, his throat bobbing while he waits for her answer.

She brushes her palm against his cheek and cradles his jaw, “You have amends to make, Ben. That much is clear. However, I don’t think your path will lead you away from this, away from what your family stood for.”

Ben resigns himself from the argument, something that is quite new for the both of them, and wraps her in his arms, “I do hope you’re right.”

“Your mother would be proud,” she murmurs against his shirt, toying with the bit of stray fabric at the back. Rey slips her palms underneath the hem and splays her fingers against his shoulder blades, “Your father, too. Han Solo believed in you. I don’t think that belief was misplaced.”

She can feel his throat bobbing against the crown of her head and it makes her smile - she’s been the only one to see him nervous in a very long time. It’s a special thought that she tucks away for later.

“All you can do is move forward, Ben.” Rey leans back to look him in the eyes. “That’s all any of us can do.”

He nods but not without toying at his lower lip, peeling at the skin that is chapped from the lightning that once overtook his body.

“My family would want me here,” Ben takes a shaky breath as he admits his thought out loud for the first time in decades. “It’s time I start listening.”

Rey beams at him, her eyes shining in the early sunlight. He wonders if she was always this recollective of a sunbeam - if she’s always been a pure beacon of light and hope.

It’s no wonder his parents adored her.

--

a/n: wow.. uh.. that was longer than I anticipated :) hope you love! 

tagging some of my favorite writers/people: @rreyskywalkerr @southsidestory @the-reylo-void @reylotrashcompactor @kylorenaissance @mygrandmathinksimsassy @riseofkylo @shmisolo @solosheart @cosmo-gonika @reyloday @reylofic

[botwstoriesandsuch]

Not botw but I attempt to write things. 1827 words

Here is essentially a 2am reskin of one of my fics (The Storm) that I reworked so I could submit it as an “Alternate Fairy Tale Ending” project for creative writing. I apologize for the crappy dialogue but hey, at least I submitted it on time.

Also yes I researched it Red Riding Hood’s name was Blanchette ashhshhhshhshhh don’t question it

Ok here’s werewolf fights I guess

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The rain poured against her skin. Lightning struck in the distance, closely followed by a roar of thunder. For now, the sky was dull and overcast, the only colors being the murky grey shine of the storm. It would not last. Beneath the rushing clouds, the glimmer of the moon could be seen. It was full, and cast its light down on the earth below. Only it wasn’t white or silver, instead, it shone a blood red. 

She stood under the shadow of the forest, a small clearing around her. The grass, it’s deepest green, and it’s blades danced against wind. Droplets pattered against large grey rocks around the area. Pine trees shivered with their evergreen tusks, and dead bushes twitched and contorted in the breeze. The woods were alive, and full of fear. 

The clouds were now rushing across the sky at a violent speed, specks of dust could be seen under the velvet shine of the moon. The colors of the sky shifted from pitch to a blazing fire, the air now covered in scarlet shades. Under a blood moon like this, it was sure to come. Blanchette waited for grandmother to arrive.

A figure stumbled out of the dark, a woman, thin and bony. Its body was frail and weak, but the eyes reflected a hunger. It spoke.

“Blanchette, why on earth do you have a sword on your back?”

Ignoring the beast’s statement, the girl dared to take a step forward, her tone as unwavering as metal. “You messed with the wrong family, wolf.”

It chuckled, then laughed, then bellowed. Blunt, yellowing teeth were exposed, showing off an innocent elderly smile, as her grandmother laughed into the night. It walked closer, a silver nightgown blowing in the violent wind. 

“Do you not recognize me dearie? Perhaps you need to get your eyes checked. I’m your old sick grandmama, and I’m quite hungry. Do you still have those delicious cookies you brought from earlier?”

The rain poured down on Blanchette’s hood, but her gaze did not waver. 

“It is you who needs to better your vision. I suppose you didn’t count on angering someone from a family of werewolf hunters.”

It stopped walking. Tilting its head to the side like a dog, it asked, “Whatever have I done to anger you, dearie?”

“Well, for starters, it wasn’t very polite of you to devour the elderly. Attempting to chew on my head wasn’t ideal either.”

It laughed again, it seemed to be enjoying itself. Its voice sounded deeper and gruffer. Grandmother turned its gaze, raising an eyebrow towards Blanchette’s direction, but the girl continued.

“Last time you almost had me, but this,” she gestured to the sheathed sword on her back, ‘this, is going to change things.”

It grinned, “Why don’t we talk about this over dinner?”  

The moon glowed through the trees, its red light finally fell upon the grandmother. The glow caused black mist to appear on the field below. Tendrils, thick and smokey, trampled across the grass, shriveling flowers in its wake. The mass collected into a large conglomerate of black, red, and grey. It rose and expanded with hypnotic swirls, swarming around the grandmother. Its shape pulsed as it took to a large, animal-like form. Smoke became flesh, and flesh became monster, as the beast formed before her very eyes. Its large furry feet pounded against the ground, kicking up dirt. Its stomps made the surrounding trees shudder. It lifted its head to the scarlet sky and howled, its echo melding with the boom of thunder. 

The storm was now at its crescendo, the wind screamed in her ears. The rain soaked her clothes, the tunic hugging her skin. Her hood was begging to billow in the wind, the edges of its scarlet cloth blending with the night. But a single sword kept the hood fitted against her back. A silver sword, passed down through her family. 

The transformation was complete. The moon now waned back to its pale complexion, the sky darkened to oil. Winds lowered their screams, fading back to baleful whispers. The rain and thunder continued, but compared to the horrifying transformation that had happened, the forces of nature were welcome. 

Blanchette observed the creature that had been born out of the dark. Its body was the color of ash, fur soaked, eyes black as soot. Wind rushed through the beast’s silver fur, its claws and fangs were pearly white.  Its sharp teeth grinded against each other, an itch in the back of its throat asked for blood. The Werewolf’s familiar gaze settled on Blanchette. Its eerie eyes glared  at the girl, daring her to remove her hood and stare back. 

Perhaps it would be the last thing they ever saw.

Now the world was silent. The only sound Blanchette could hear was that of her own, rhythmic heartbeat. 

But she had done this before, slaying a beast. After all, her skill at spilling their blood had earned her the nickname, Red.

She sprinted towards the Wolf. 

Still not looking it in the eye, Red yelled as she approached. Her sword was still sheathed on her back, for she knew from experience that closing the distance between them was life or death. If it disarmed her too soon, she would be as defenseless as she was back in her grandmother’s house. The sword was too important, better to wait for the right moment. The Werewolf gave a familiar roar. A flick of its wrists and its claws extended out.

Strike now!

There were several advantages to being armed with only a single sword. It kept her light on her feet, the slim sheathe fastened securely so it wouldn’t fall off should she tumble, roll, or dodge out of danger. Furthermore, her speed was not burdened by too much weight on her back, for strength is only as good as the swiftness of a blow. And of course, a single blade meant you only had to focus on one thing. Sinking the sword into skin. 

Her feet trampled on the soft grass, she was now only a few paces away from the Wolf. With one fluid motion, Red reached back and unsheathed her sword. It gleamed with a blinding light, distracting the beast for a moment. Using her momentum, she thrust the sword’s edge into one of the beast’s legs, putting all her weight and strength behind it. The wolf bellowed. Before it even had time to process the pain fully or react, Red moved back, ready to parry or dodge an attack.

The beast raised its arms into the air, a motion intent on slamming the girl from both sides with its sharp claws. But just before the claws made contact with her body, time seemed to slow. Red steadied her legs, then leaped out of the way, dodging gracefully out of the Werewolf’s clutches. In midair, the world seemed to move at a snail’s pace, she could see the beast in the motion of attacking an assailant who was no longer in front of it. When her feet connected back with the earth, she rushed forward, delivering a flurry of attacks with the opening the Wolf had created for itself. With each blow, the sword gleamed a sapphire glow. After a series of deadly strikes, the rain poured back to its regular pace. 

The Wolf regained its composure due to the new wounds created on its abdomen. Now enraged, it quickened its strikes, slashing violently in any direction in order to get any sort of  hit on her. She dodged, jumped, and rolled. It was a dance in the rain, her footwork being the only thing keeping her alive. With every swing the Wolf made, Red pivoted, backflipped, and dodged, attacking the openings. The beast’s white and grey colored fur matched well with the bloody wounds it was now receiving. 

Ruby and sapphire clashed on the field. Her blade glowed against the black of night. She was doing well, despite the fact he was playing with death. Red hadn’t been hit yet, and it would hopefully stay that way, since one blow could cause her demise. But this had to be done. Whoever the Werewolf ate, it could transform into them during the day. Who knows what chaos this beast would bring about if it got to town. 

They continued their clash in the woods, the storm continued to boom in the background. The Wolf, panting from exhaustion, snapped its teeth, attempting to bite at Red’s hood. When she continued to dodge gracefully, it roared.

“What are you??”

“As I said, it was your mistake to anger someone from a long line of Werewolf hunters.”

Then, she ran. Red, bolted for the trees. The wolf, darted after her, its smile showing off pearly teeth, drool dripping down its chin. The beast scampered through the pine trees, its evergreen shades blending with the shadow. He had lost her, but what was a wolf without its sense of smell. Bringing its face to the dirt, the Werewolf sniffed, looking for the smell of baked goods and steel. It found it, and darted further into the woods. It turned its head, left and right, searching for a glimpse of a bright red cloak. Scampering through the woods, its tail started to lower. Its wounds caused the beast to sulk. 

Then,

Scarlet.

The edges of a red hood billowed in the wind. 

The Wolf eyed it warily. Then, shifting its weight, it pounced!

Not so clever now, are you, girl?

It’s teeth and claws connected with the cloth. It’s jaws ripping the hood to shreds. 

But it tasted no meat. It felt no blood, no warmth.

The sword sunk into its skin. 

The wolf bellowed, an eerie shout that melded with the boom of thunder. Behind him stood Red, her head and shoulders bare, hair soaked from the storm. In her grasp was the blue handle to her silver sword. It had pierced the Wolf, square in the heart. 

She grunted as she pulled the sword out of the Wolf, its body crumbled to the earth. Using the remnants of her hood, Red wiped the blood off her sword. She looked down at the beast, it was barely alive. Then, it breathed, shifting its black eyes towards her. It whispered.

“If you think you’ll walk out of this...alive…you’re in for a surprise…”

Red smirked, placing aboot on the Wolf’s face. “You’re in no shape to be killing anyone, much less me.”

The Wolf gave a crooked smile, “Perhaps not…”

Then, it gave the last of its strength to shove her boot aside. It lifted its head to the sky and howled. Then, the Wolf’s head crashed back into the dirt, dead.

The howl was still echoing through the woods.

Then, there was an answer.

Red looked through the trees, sword at her side. Howls, from at least three directions, filled the night. Each sounded faded and far, but with each echo it sounded closer.

Taking her sword in front of her, she let out a sigh. It seemed her job was not over yet. 

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According to Goodreads, I read 106 books in 2016, which is a lot. Instead of having you scroll endlessly through my Goodreads to find my reviews, I thought I would make a nice little wrap-up post of my favorites and recommendations.

NOT PICTURED (because I only own in ebook format thus far): Between Shades of Gray by Ruta Sepetys, and the Jem and the Holograms graphic novels by Kelly Thompson.

More on these titles and why I chose them below the cut!

An Ember in the Ashes and A Torch Against the Night by Sabaa Tahir: 

The first two books in what will be a four book series written by former Washington Post author and editor (who is here on tumblr @sabaatahir!). These books are exceptionally good, featuring a diverse cast with a good amount of social commentary and good world building. The first book (Ember) focuses on Laia, a girl who goes undercover as a slave in a prestigious military academy as part of a deal to free her brother from prison. There she meets Elias, a specialized soldier known as a mask, who happens to be the son of the very woman Laia was sent to spy on, and who wants nothing more than to be out of the school and free of the Martial empire. I can’t say much more without giving anything away, but these books pulled me in and had me absolutely captivated from page one and I cannot wait for the rest of the series:

Some things to be aware of: Yes, slavery is a theme in this book, but it is never glorified or romanticized. Rape is mentioned and threatened, but never occurs or is used as a plot device, and is presented in only an absolutely negative light. There is a lot of violence in this series, and it gets a tad graphic at times, so be careful of that. This series falls victim to a few common YA tropes (the “chosen one” and a love triangle or two) but I personally found they didn’t detract from the story too much.

A Darker Shade of Magic and A Gathering of Shadows by V. E. Schwab:

Let me start by saying that this is hands-down the best series I have read in a long time and I cannot recommend it highly enough. The books follow Kell, a magician with the power to travel through worlds using his blood, who gets himself into a bit of a bind through his love of smuggling artifacts from other worlds into his own, and Delilah, a skilled thief who dresses as a man to avoid detection, and who happens to steal a dangerous artifact from Kell when she meets him in the street one night. nearly destroying his world and draining hers of the little power it has left. This series has the most interesting characters I have encountered in a long time, with amazing personalities, and great representation all across the board (disability, sexuality, and race all represented well and in a positive light). And with the release of A Conjuring of Light in February, the series is blissfully complete! No months of waiting for the next book, not that you’ll be in any hurry for the series to end. Author on Tumblr as @veschwab.

Things to be aware of: Seeing as the series deals with blood magic, there is a fair amount of violence and bloodshed.

Passenger by Alexandra Bracken:

I never thought I’d be into a book about time-travel, but this one proved me dead wrong. This book reads like historical fiction mixed with modern young adult romance. Henrietta Spencer is a talented violinist, who hopes to make her professional debut soon, but her plans get derailed when she is literally thrust into the past and soon finds herself in a race to find a valuable artifact hidden by her mother somewhere in the past before her mother is killed by the family seeking it. On her adventures she meets Nicholas, a freed slave turned privateer who has just narrowly escaped the clutches of the same family holding Etta’s mother hostage. He makes a deal with the family to accompany Etta and bring the artifact to them in exchange for a share of their fortune and the promise of his true freedom, but will he be able to keep his promise when he starts to fall for his travelling companion?

Things to be aware of: Slavery and racism are definitely themes in this one, but both are handled delicately and not glorified or celebrated. One of the few interracial pairings I’ve seen in YA and it was done amazingly well. Book 2, Wayfarer introduces some more characters with diverse backgrounds and sexualities, so this series gets good marks for diversity.

Salt to the Sea and Between Shades of Gray by Ruta Sepetys:

Two excellent historical fiction books set during World War II. I listed them together because not only do they have overlapping timelines, but they also have related characters. Between Shades of Gray focuses on a young girl and her family who were rounded up and sent to various labor camps because of their anti-Stalin stance, while Salt to the Sea follows the journeys of four young men and women who ended up on the doomed Wilhelm Gustloff, a massive ship that went down in the Baltic Sea on January 30th 1945 while attempting to evacuate German citizens, refugees from other war-torn areas, Nazi officials, and military personnel.

Things to be aware of: There is an instance of rape in Salt to the Sea, and one of the characters in Salt to the Sea subscribes to Nazi rhetoric, however neither are romanticized and both are shown in an incredibly negative light.

Nimona by Noelle Stevenson:

A wonderful graphic novel which collects and updates the pages of the webcomic of the same name. The story here is complex, dark at times, funny at others, and utterly satisfying to read.

Illuminae and Gemina by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff:

Two extremely good young adult sci-fi novels, told in one of the most unique formats I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. Rather than being told in prose, the events of these novels unfold through a series of confiscated emails, chats, interview transcripts, and detailed descriptions of surveillance videos. The events of these books kick off when a major corporation launches an attack on a small planet which is home to an illegal mining operation by their rivals. Thousands are killed, but a few ships manage to escape with refugees, including Kady Grant and Ezra Mason, two teenagers who just happened to break up hours before the attack and now find themselves on the run from a destroyer intent on blowing up their escaping fleet to ensure that word of the attack never reaches the light of day. The first book, Illuminae, contains the only plot twist that has ever made me scream out loud, and Gemina continues the story by bringing in two new teenage characters to kick ass and take names.

Things to be aware of: One co-author; Jay Kristoff, has come under fire for serious butchering and appropriation of Japanese culture and language in another series he has written. While I myself did not notice anything of the sort in Illuminae or Gemina, as a white woman, I wholly admit that I am not the best judge of such things and can understand why some people may not wish to read anything he is involved with. As for warnings applying to these books specifically: there’s some violence and gore in both and some drug use and organized crime in Gemina that some may want to avoid.

Heartless by Marissa Meyer:

A wonderful fairytale spin-off that tells the tale of how the Queen of Hearts became the way she is, and how she got her instantly recognizable catchphrase. This was one of those rare books that I simply could not tear myself away from. I read the entire thing in just over 24 hours and have not stopped thinking about it since. If you like fairy tale retellings, give this one a read.

The Valor Anthology:

This collection of comics and short stories all feature fearless women stepping up and being their own knights in shining armor. Brought to life on Kickstarter and featuring numerous Tumblr artists and content creators, this book is a treasure trove of badass heroines, LGBT representation, and characters of diverse backgrounds and cultures. I love how many of the stories draw on folklore and mythology from around the world, and how many are completely original as well. The anthology can be purchased here. The ebook option is just $5!

Jem and The Holograms Comics/Graphic Novels:

If ever there was a perfect example of rebooting something and making it modern while still keeping the charm of the original, this is it. Kelly Thompson and Jen Bartel took our favorite pastel and punk ladies and brought them into today’s day and age with more diversity than you can shake a stick at. This comic series has so many different body types, cultures, and sexualities represented that I don’t even know where to begin. Just read it! Need more convincing? Digital editions are on sale up to half-off through Comixology until 3/20/2017!

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Chapter Four: Gard’s Tomb

Part five: What happened to Phlirp (parts one, two, three, and four here for your reading pleasure.)

They all flinched to find themselves suddenly aboveground, and the more details they gathered the more unsettled they became. For one thing, it was no longer late fall but summer, warm and humid. For another, they weren’t in the mountains of Skald; the ground was flat in every direction that they could see, though that wasn’t far as it was dense woods, full leafy trees and shrubbery obscuring everything but their own small clearing. Reflexively they all moved into a circle, back to backs, ready to spring in whatever direction the threat came from. And they knew there would be a threat--how could there not be?

What they did not expect was that it would come from Phlirp.

The gnome let out a high keening shriek and rammed her dagger straight into Elyserin’s leg, using the thrust as a springboard to push herself backwards in a singe bound. The pale girl screamed and fell to one knee, pawing at the knife and dropping her crossbow. “What on earth are you doing?” she cried, and it was at this time they all got their first good look at their companion.

Phlirp’s normally violet locks were a stark white, her dark skin gone an ashy beige, eyes unfocused and wild. She dipped into a low crouch, another dagger in her hand to replace the one she had lost in Elyserin’s thigh. She muttered something in Gnomic, which none of them could understand but sounded like a challenge. As they watched, she turned her attention all around, taking a swing every so often at nothing.

“What’s happened to her? Did the crypt do this?” Sigrid asked, backing away from the wildly-stabbing rogue.

“Figure it out later,” Manataur said, hefting his sword. There was a crunching in the bushes that indicated that something was coming, something big. They divided their attention between the two flanks, with the creature on one side and Phlirp on the other, and waited to see who would attack first.

Let’s back up a minute.

When she stepped into the tomb, Phirp felt something she could not perfectly describe. Her senses both dulled and sharpened, the wrong sounds and smells and colors coming through too strongly, the wrong things falling into the background. She knew they weren’t underground anymore, and she could smell the deep, wet earth of Uskwood. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Uskwood was thousands of miles away, and even with high-level magic took days to reach from here. Yet there it was, the leaves that particular shade of green, the bird calls the ones you only heard in the forest of home. She opened her mouth and the air even tasted the same, a loamy richness that was so clean it stung.

She was not alone, but her companions were gone. There was a pack of...things, she had never seen monsters like them before, larger than her and snarling, circling round her even as she got her bearings. One came close enough for her to feel its hot, rotten-smelling breath on her face, and she cried out, putting a knife deep into its foreleg and jumping away. It sank to the forest floor and groaned something, it could almost have been a language. Gods, these things were disgusting. They were like if cows had died and been left to decay, and been brought standing again by a shining wet fungus that swarmed and flowed out of every orifice in a pulsing, nauseating ooze. She brought out another knife and got ready to defend herself. She didn’t know where her friends had gone, but if they were surrounded as she was, she could only hope they would survive long enough for her to find them.

It was here that she caught sight of the hand holding her fresh dagger. That isn’t right, she thought, am I really that pale? Something inside her twitched, a fear she thought she had come to terms with. Keeping one eye on the creatures, who had turned away from her to address something in the woods, she flipped her long braid over her shoulder to examine it. There was a split second, before it came around her body, that she thought maybe she was mistaken and this was all just a wasted movement.

Her hair was completely white. 

She hadn’t told the others about the Bleaching. It was too personal, too much like inviting them to suffer with her, and it would mark her as a liability. Who would have someone on adventures if they knew at any time they could just...lose everything? Who wanted to bring a degenerative mental state on board? She wouldn’t have. She had slowed its progress as much as it could be done, incurable as the Bleaching was, and she was certain that she only had fifty-seven white hairs as of this morning. She had counted. How much time had passed? Her pale hands didn’t look elderly. They were as strong and fresh as ever, which could only mean the whiteness wasn’t from old age. 

She stood up from her crouch, reluctantly. “You can’t trust what you see,” she said aloud to herself. “There’s nothing there.” She looked down at the hands holding the knives, and with a monumental effort, dropped them to the forest floor. The monster-things were now joined by a new monster, bigger, worse. It towered over them all and let out a deep roar, fangs dripping with thick ichor, the volume of it splitting right into her head. She clapped her hands over her ears and screwed her eyes tight.

“You are being lied to!” she shouted at herself. “There! Is! Nothing! There!”

“Yes there is, and you are being crazy!” Sigrid yelled back. The beast that had come stomping through the undergrowth was easily the size of three bears, with enough limbs to be three bears, and a bad enough temper to match. The gnome had switched unfathomable tactics, going from violent to loud, which was only provoking the multibear more. Sigrid made some noise herself and delivered a punishing blow to its side, staggering it a step and giving Manataur the opening he needed to plunge his sword into the thing’s throat. She could feel the artificial confidence that came with the priest’s assistance, and though she didn’t love the idea that her hand was guided by the gods instead of her own skill, she didn’t turn it down. The multibear snapped at her, and caught a thick bolt from Elyserin’s cross right in the jaw for its trouble.

There were more than a few times when the multibear’s lumbering brought it close to where Phlirp stood, eyes closed, not doing even the smallest thing to protect herself. The best thing they could do for her was to lead it away when they could, and kill it quickly. While it might have made short work of any of them on their own, the fight was not really a fair one. The four of them gave it a merciful death, and once their wounds had all been tended, they came back to their friend.

Phlirp was aware that the fungaloid monsters had returned to circle her once more. She could hear their awful groaning language as they spoke to one another, and smelled their rancid sweat. They were breathing hard after whatever it was they had done with the other creature. She hadn’t watched, though it came close a few times. It wasn’t real, and it was too ugly to look at if it wasn’t real. 

But now they were back, and it was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes shut. Every nerve in her body wanted to run or attack, anything but stand there and let it happen. She hadn’t let the Bleaching happen, but it came all the same. She could still try to fight. Focus on what you know, she thought. You can’t trust your senses, so what do you know?

I know that I am me, she thought. I know that I am Phlirp Rivenblood, and always will be. I remember my grandmother and Uskwood. I know how to become like a shadow, and I have traveled farther than anyone I’ve met. I know I found a new family.

She opened her eyes. The monsters were gone, though at the edges of things she could feel their outlines coming back. A moment of lucidity then. She took a deep breath and there was no rotting fungus, only loam and trees. Kneeling in front of her was Mya, eyes full of concern and then recognition. I know what she sees is real, Phlirp thought. She removed the last dagger from her belt and put it into Mya’s hand, closing the half-elf’s fingers around the hilt and bringing the point to her own heart. “There isn’t much time,” she said to the priest. “Don’t make me do it myself.” 

Mya let the dagger fall. “Don’t be ridiculous. There will be none of that today.” And without another word, she wrapped both arms around Phlirp in a tight, loving embrace. There was a heavy warmth, and Phlirp saw that the others had joined in the hug, Elyserin behind her, while Manataur and Sigrid draped themselves over the outside, a double ring of protection.

“I got you,” Mya murmured in her ear. “We all do.”

Phlirp nodded as best she could through all the arms, and snuggled into it. She might have her mind torn away from her at any moment, but that was another thing she could keep with her during that awful time: they had her, and always would. She could live with with the Bleaching, so long as she had that.

And she wasn’t being embraced, she was at the front of a line at the bottom of some old stone steps. Mya was behind her, her own forward momentum taking her to the bottom of the stairs, and before anyone could do anything, had joined her at the floor of Gard’s tomb.