#anyways it's canon in encore au so it's okay

[cowardlychimera]

herosaurus and shattered omori friends..

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Based on the scene in the Melody of Memory trailer... when we see the man in the hood about to reveal his face, Kairi attacking him, etc.

And, yes: this is a “The Master of Masters is Sora” fic. Because if that figure is the Master of Masters--though it’s probably a memory of Xehanort--him showing his face to Kairi seems to indicate he knows her... which really only leaves a few options.

I didn’t write this story because I want this to happen. At all. But because if it is and has to--and I’m still not saying it is--I’d want some of it to be handled in this way... because otherwise it’s kind of squicky, if Kairi is implying a Master of Masters!Sora locked her powers and changed her fate... which I still don’t think is happening, but I wrote this story as possible catharsis for that, anyway.

The Final Encore

"But Kairi," said a voice she thought she recognized, as it froze her in place after she’d tried to attack the bearer of it--for which tears formed in her eyes, because how was she being held hostage again?!--"If I hadn't changed your fate… we never would have met. And wouldn't that have been tragic?"

"As if I ever wanted to meet you!" Kairi bellowed, as she tried to do anything and everything she could to get out of this Stopza hold right now... How was it that she'd just been furious at this man for having repressed her powers for years—after she'd finally gotten them back at full-force—but was now unintentionally showing him that maybe she was even weak with them?

Surprisingly, the man seemed to take note of her distress and severely lessened the level of the Stop spell that was on her, until it was just that: Stop. Nothing more and nothing less, and Kairi couldn't figure why he’d do this. Because she'd be free of it in a second, and defeat him like she’d promised. She would! So why-

"…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel so vulnerable. I know you must hate that after... after what's happened to you in the past. And just so you know, I'm not the one who stole your powers, okay? That was all Xehanort's doing, not mine."

"But I'm sure you still used it to your advantage! And if nothing else, you've still used me like a pawn! And I'm going to end you for all the pain you've caused!"

Kairi was finally free of the figure's magic! And she was throwing her Keyblade at him, in order to warp to the man and hit him with it over and over again... but just as she was starting this, he darted closer to her and caressed her face. And Kairi unwittingly stopped her actions for the shock of it.

One, because not even Riku—who she knew so well—had done such a thing when he'd been caring for her lifeless body when she’d lost her heart.

And two... because Kairi thought she knew that touch... even with a sleeve and full gloves to block it... but there was absolutely no way. Right? It was blasphemy to even think such a thing!

...And yet, Kairi found herself asking the question with acid in her voice, anyway. "Who are you? You're not Xehanort, so..."

And when the man spoke next, she could just imagine the smirk on his face... and could almost hear it with a younger sounding voice: one that she knew for sure. "Who do you think I am?"

And Kairi was taken back to what seemed like so many years ago... when she and Sora would—somewhat—work together to make the raft, and she'd give him hints on where to find the items needed in an exasperated manner... and how he, in response to that a year later, had only given her a hint as to his name. They had always messed with each other and flirted with such games…

"Sora?" Kairi choked out, as tears fell from her eyes... though she didn't know what emotion from her, exactly, was causing them to do so. And she hated that her tears were falling onto this place of Sea and Sky’s water, to mock what should have represented a happy place for her Sora. But then… wasn’t Sora being here like this doing the same thing?

And the man pulled his hood down and revealed the face that Kairi wanted to see more than anything else in the world... but also never wanted to again, as it looked like he had mutilated himself and she was now piecing together in her head how he'd gotten to such a position. He must have fallen to the darkness... to save her. (1)

"Hello, Kairi," Sora answered her question as he smiled at her. And there was so much love in his voice, that she wanted to punch him for it. How could he still sound like that for her, when he'd done this to himself for stupid her. "It's good to see you... But I'm sure you won't be happy to see me when you learn all that I've done... Yet I don't regret that it allowed me to protect you."

"What you've done-" Kairi started. But she couldn't even finish the sentence because even though she was theorizing Sora must have done some evil things—and he now seemed to be confirming it himself... what was this nightmare world that she'd gotten pulled into?!—saying it was unfathomable. Impossible.

But Kairi was about to try it again, anyway, because she didn't want to deny reality... when he suddenly sped to her and hugged her. And she imagined he was doing this for selfish reasons. Because if he really had done the things he was implying, and still knew her heart, then he should've known that the last thing she'd ever want was to be around a killer like this.

But yet it was too good—too much of what Kairi wanted: her old Sora—that she leaned into him, anyway, and began apologizing. "Sora, I'm- I’m sosorry that you had to die for me! That I was so foolish, and thought I could take on the Keyblade War, and was so weak. You deserved better, and I-"

And Sora pulled away fast, as if Kairi had struck him... but he seemed to recover his wits about him fast, for he gently leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Never apologize for being everything to me."

And the words were so close to the "I love you" she'd dreamed of hearing from him again—under better circumstances—that Kairi had to cry again. Why did it seem like those words were cursed for them? Or romance for them in general? Maybe it would be best to give up…

"What happens now?" Kairi asked, feeling suddenly emboldened—because maybe she wanted to act as old as he now was—in pulling on Sora's belt loops through his cloak, so he was closer to her and couldn't run from this. And his breath seemed to hitch in his throat as she did. "You must be from the future... and I'm guessing from how amazed you are to see me, I never see your young self again, do I? I'll only ever see you again as an adult... after you've spent years without me, and I've only spent a year away from you. It hardly seems fair to you."

But Sora was pulling away from Kairi like she was a danger he couldn't even begin to fathom. And this time, she understood why.

As Sora turned away from Kairi and even seemed to be walking as far away from her as his legs could carry him, she heard him utter these words, "…Nothing happens between us, Kairi. The young girl doesn't get with the man who's a murderer. She just doesn't. And that's where our story ends. But it was good seeing you one last time, and I still have no regrets."

And with nothing more between them, Sora disappeared through a Corridor of Darkness and it sent chills down Kairi’s spine.

But though Sora should have been right... Kairi wondered if he was. She knew what being around him had just made her heart and body feel, so maybe it would never really be done for them... what a scary thought that was.

And here Kairi had thought the only trauma she’d be leaving here with, was the experiments that Xehanort had done to her when she was a child… Not how Sora had seemed to mess with fate, so things would go exactly as he’d seen them go.

But did this new stuff about Sora have to stay awful? Was she a Princess of Heart or wasn’t she, Kairi demanded of herself as she summoned a Corridor of Light and figuratively left what had once been a home for her.

And when Kairi woke up from her year long coma, she promised herself that she was going to use her unlocked powers to save Sora… it was all she could do, for someone who had released such powers in order to rescue her.

Author’s Note: Kairi is thinking that Sora used the power of darkness—and became the Master of Masters—in order to save her at the end of KHIII, but she’s wrong. It was sometime after that.

Also, Kairi’s being harder on Sora in this than she probably would be in canon and would be in other fics (even ones of mine). But this story is, sadly, supposed to be the more hopeless one, because not only does Kairi condemn Sora for what he’s done (which I do think both canon and fanon Kairi would at least do some, as she loves the World), but Sora’s now older than Kairi in this AU. He’s an adult, and she’s not. So there really probably shouldn’t have been hope for them here… But yet I left some at the end, anyway, because I never want things to be hopeless.

[bluerosewrites]

Rewrite the Stars

Guys I DID THE THING! It’s a Good Omens AU with some Greatest Showman inspiration. Check it out? Either here or it’s also on AO3

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2355

Summary: This is a drabble involving an AU of my own creation, one where Antonia Crowley is a badass viola player in a punk band, and Zira Fell is one of her best friends. They’re both obviously pining for each other but neither is brave enough to act on those feelings. Until now.This is a oneshot that may turn into more, I’m not sure where it’s going yet. I definitely at least plan on writing a few more songfics using Queen songs and songs from Greatest Showman.

Notes:So Zira and Toni are probably equal parts my own creation and equal parts canon Aziraphale and Crowley. I’ve left it fairly vague in terms of age and description. You can decide if this was merely after the apocanope, or if this is an entirely new universe with human Zira and Toni.If I decide to continue writing this AU those things will need to be figured out, but until then, feel free to imagine them as you wish. :)

Zira loved going to Toni’s shows. It was one of the highlights of her week. They were usually late at night and could stretch into the wee hours of the morning, but Zira didn’t mind. She didn’t sleep much anyway, and had a love/hate relationship with the concept.

Tonight, however, she was so nervous that she could barely stay conscious of the songs’ beginnings and ends, so she could applaud and cheer at the appropriate times. Forget listening to the lyrics.

She found her eyes drifting to Toni more often than she wanted to admit. Sometimes she would catch her eye and they’d hold each other’s gaze for a brief moment before one of them broke it. Toni had the best smiles when she was performing. And Zira thought at least a small percentage of them were directed at, even caused by, her.

“Alright, thank you so much, everyone, we’re going to take a brief break and then we’ll be back for our final set!” called out Mags, the lead singer of the band as well as a close friend to Zira and Toni. The band waved to the cheering crowd and made their way offstage. Most of the band headed to the bar for a refreshment on their drinks. One of the perks of playing these smaller bars was the free, or at least discounted, alcohol. Mags and Jamie found Zira in the crowd.

“You ready?” inquired Jamie, clapping a hand on Zira’s shoulder. She dried her increasingly sweaty hands on her plaid skirt before answering him.

“I mean….no?” she replied honestly, tucking her short, bleached blonde curls behind her ear. “But I have to do this.”

“Yeah, I can understand that,” said Mags with a smile, running her hand comfortingly over Zira’s denim-jacket covered arm. “Before Jamie asked me out he was so nervous he threw up,” she laughs, playfully punching Jamie on the arm.

“Hey!” he cries, throwing his arms up in mock surrender before picking up Mags around her waist.

“Put me doooown,” Mags manages between laughs as Jamie swings her around in a semicircle. He finally complies, and the couple devolves into laughter. After a moment, their attention turns back to Zira, who has been watching this all unfold with a hand to her mouth, suppressing chuckles of her own. They really were a cute couple.

“So back to you,” Mags begins, clasping her hands together in front of her.

Zira sighs. “Back to me,” she says morosely.

“Hey, now, none of that,” Jamie croons, pulling Zira into a hug. She tucks her head under his chin, arms folded as his own encircle her. “You’ve got this,” he says, releasing her from the hug. One of his hands stays on her left shoulder while the other gently lifts her chin and encourages her to look him in the eyes, “We believe in you.”

Mags nods affirmatively, “We really do, Zir. And you know this song inside and out, you’ve been practicing.”

“Yeah,” says Jamie, and then confirms the plan, “So after our first encore, we’ll come back onstage and I’ll start the chords on my keytar for the song and to give you your starting note. The band knows to follow me once I start, and then we’ll follow you when you start singing. Okay?”

Zira nods, and does a few cleansing breaths to help release some of her nervous energy. She waves her friends off and they rush to get their drinks before jumping back onstage.

She’s sure the band performs well for their last set, but she’s too nervous to care that she’s missing it in the midst of her anxiety. Come on, Zira, get it together, she thinks to herself, trying to will her way through this. Before she knows it, she sees the band clear the stage. Shit. Encore already?

Far too quickly than should be possible, and certainly sooner than Zira would wish, she hears the final notes of the first song of the encore. That’s me, she thinks to herself. Jamie plays the chord, as promised. Zira takes a deep breath as the band starts the intro, but can’t bring herself to start the song. She catches Mags’ eye and pleads  for an assist.  

Only a couple measures late, Mags begins,

You know I want you

It’s not a secret I tried to hide

The band redoes a riff and meets Mags where she’s singing. Toni is playing her viola, but she has a very confused look on her face. She wasn’t part of the briefing Jamie did, as it’s her Zira wanted to pour her heart out to.

Our hero still can’t get enough air in her lungs, it seems to have been stolen by the room. Her heart pounds like it intends to leave her chest. Welp, this is it, this is how I go, she thinks.

Mags continues,

I know you want me So don’t keep saying our hands are tied You claim it’s not in the cards Fate is pulling you miles away And out of reach from me

Mags looks at Zira. She’s kind of worried now. Is this going to work? They lock eyes. Zira nods, closing her eyes and attempting to recompose herself.

Mags finishes the first verse,

But you’re here in my heart So who can stop me if I decide That you’re my destiny?

Zira finally finds the strength within herself to begin singing. She and Mags have a beautiful harmony going, with Zira’s alto voice melding with Mags’ soprano one. Zira doesn’t trust herself to look at Toni yet, though she knows she will need to. Instead, she stares straight at Mags and walks forward as they sing,

What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart You’d be the one I was meant to find It’s up to you, and it’s up to me No one can say what we get to be So why don’t we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours Tonight

The moment Zira started to sing, the crowd began to whoop and clap. They hadn’t seen anything like this before. They didn’t know what  was happening, but they liked it. Zira and Mags finished the first chorus and exchanged gleeful grins. Zira reached the stage and stretched up to grasp Mags’ hand. Mags gave her a reassuring squeeze. Zira turned, and locked eyes with Jamie. He gave her a nod, indicating he was soon to play the chord for her to come in with the second verse. She nodded back her understanding.

Slightly early due to nerves, she began singing,

You think it’s easy You think I don’t want to run to you But there are mountains And there are doors that we can’t walk through

She makes her way over to where Toni is standing. Toni slowly has stopped playing her viola, and her hands hang at her sides holding the viola in one hand and her bow in the other.

Zira doesn’t have the courage to look at her face yet, but vows to do so as she continues singing the verse,

I know you’re wondering why Because we’re able to be Just you and me Within these walls But when we go outside You’re going to wake up and see that it was hopeless after all

Before she begins the chorus, Zira wipes her still-sweaty hands on her jacket and looks at the ground. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She delivers the next lines while staring into Toni’s eyes,

No one can rewrite the stars How can you say you’ll be mine? Everything keeps us apart And I’m not the one you were meant to find It’s not up to you It’s not up to me When everyone tells us what we can be How can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours Tonight

During this interlude, Toni has hung up her viola on the wall and jumped off the stage. With tear-filled eyes, she grabs Zira’s hands and joins her as she sings,

All I want is to fly with you All I want is to fall with you So just give me all of you

Zira is slightly shocked by Toni’s response but carries on,

It feels impossible

Toni releases Zira’s left hand to grasp her chin, singing,

It’s not impossible

Zira snakes her other arm around Toni’s waist and pulls her closer, continuing,

Is it impossible?

The pair breaks apart but for one hand, turning to face the audience, together singing,

How do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine? Nothing can keep us apart

Neither one knows who started it, but their joined hands raise and their free hands punch the sky, emphasizing their words,

‘Cause you are the one I was meant to find It’s up to you And it’s up to me

They turn and face each other, each grasping for the other as they rejoin their other set of hands,

No one can say what we get to be And why don’t we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours

As the band begins the outro, Zira bites her lip and casts her eyes downward. Toni lifts her chin with one hand and cards the fingers of her other hand through Zira’s curls.

Toni smiles, and begins,

You know I want you

It’s not a secret I try to hide

Zira shyly returns the smile, and continues

But can I have you?

We’re bound to break and my hands—

Toni brings a finger to Zira’s lips and cuts off the last line with words of her own, softly spoken with soft eyes, “They’re mine,”

Zira gasps softly and blushes slightly.

“So…” she begins, “This was a good idea?” Her voice lilts up at the end, leaving no doubt to those listening of her nerves. “Because I wasn’t sure if…” She quickly devolves into anxious ramblings, pulling her hands from Toni in order to gesture. Toni smiles.

“Oh, angel, it was perfect,” she breathes, taking both of Zira’s hands between her own.

“Really? Oh, good, because I–” Zira began.

“Oh, hush,” scolded Toni gently, not really meaning it. She could listen to Zira ramble for hours. Had in fact.

Mags, Jamie, and the band hopped off the stage to surround the pair for a group hug. The group was beginning to discuss the plan and how it had all come about when a shout came out from the crowd.

“KISS HER!”

It was quickly followed by similar cries.

“Yeah, kiss her!”

“Come on!”

Soon enough a chant had started amongst the audience and bar patrons. “Kiss. Her. Kiss. Her. Kiss. Her. KISS HER!”

Toni turned to Zira, whose hands covered her tomato-red face. “Well, angel, what say you?”

Zira turned to Toni,  dropping her hands to her sides. “Oh, my dear, I don’t know…” she trailed off.

Not willing to admit defeat quite yet (but still respecting the rights of her angel), Toni tried again, “Pretty please?”

Zira turned to Toni with a crooked smile. “Awww. I thought you would never ask.” She winked as Toni let out a laugh.

“Oof!” She managed as Toni drew her close with a long arm around her middle. She smiled as Toni brought their faces closer, but still waited for confirmation. “Oh, my dear, have I ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are?” she breathed, and took advantage of the slight moment of shock  as Toni absorbed the compliment to finish closing the distance between them and pressed her lips to Toni’s.

And for a time, it was like they were the only two beings in the universe, like time stood still. Zira’s hands explored Toni’s back, and Toni’s fingers were tangled in Zira’s hair. Eventually, they needed to breathe and reluctantly broke apart.

The crowd whooped and the couple turned aside from each other for a moment to blush and smile.

“Well, angel, that was a thing,” Toni was the first to speak when the pair turned back to each other once more.

“Hmm. Indeed it was,” hummed Zira happily, “Meant the thing ‘bout your eyes though.”

Toni scoffed but a blush of her own was creeping up her neck.

“Alright, show’s over, shoo!” declared Mags, “We gotta pack up and get out of here!”

Zira chuckled and started helping the band tear down their equipment. She had barely starting coiling a cable when Mags took it out of her hand.

“Nuh-uh, not you two. You two go….off somewhere. I don’t need to know where you go or what you’re doing.”

Zira blushed a deeper shade of crimson as Toni grabbed her hand, saying “Well, come on, then, you heard her.”

“But—I–” Zira started to argue.

“No buts!” Mags exclaimed, wagging her finger at the two, “Well, a couple of butts, but I don’t wanna know.” She winked at Zira’s embarrassment as Toni starting dragging her from the bar. They were almost out the door when they heard “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” called out from their friend.

Once they reached the alley, Toni checked to see that they were alone before pulling Zira to face her. They stood, hand in hand, foreheads touching, for what seemed like forever.

“So….?” began Toni.

“So.” Breathed Zira.

“You could stay at my place. If you like,” Toni choked out, feeling the tension in the air. “And there’s no pressure to, do anything…”

Zira cut Toni off with a finger to her lips and smiled. “I know, no matter what we do or don’t do tonight, I know how I feel. And you,” she punctuated these next few words with a finger to Toni’s collarbone, “you make me feel safe. So.”

Toni smiled, breathing out all her tension, “Alright, angel, I hear you. Back to mine, then?”

“I’d go to Alpha Centauri right now with you, if you asked,” said Zira breezily, “But for now, yes, back to yours.”

They walked off, hand in hand, discussing everything and nothing in the universe.

There you have it! Please let me know what you think! And also let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates.

@victoriagebo you’re tagged because your request for Crowley and Aziraphale to sing “Rewrite the Stars” semi-inspired this fic.

  @alinnsurana you’re tagged because you asked to be. :) 

[givemerosemary]

hey since you seem to like the good ship of ships do you know any good kyulux fics? ive been dying to read some but i cant seem to find any good ones

GASP wow I haven’t received an anon in forever! I have indeed read an embarrassingly large quantity of kylux fanfiction so here’s some that I really enjoyed (idk if you were looking for any genre or au in particular, so the list below is kind of a mix):

downbeat - THIS FIC IS MY CURRENT MODERN!AU KYLUX AESTHETIC js. This is the most recent kylux fic I read and it was a m a z i n g. It’s phenomenally written, and also Kylo was a lot more lighthearted and quirky which was nice (more Ben-like lol). Hux as an orchestra conductor gives me life and also kylux making out on a piano is pretty great too ngl. THERE’S ALSO A SEQUEL AND IT’S ALSO VERY GOOD –> (encore)

Season’s Greetings from the Solo-Organas! - OKAY this one I also read very recently and it was so fun. It’s also a Modern!AU but it was so fun and I’m a huge sucker for the “let’s pretend to be dating but we’re not really dating but i lowkey want to date you” trope. Kylo basically asks Hux to help him take fake couple photos in order to prank his mom. It’s very feel-good and sweet and both of them are a lot nicer than actual star wars kylux lol.

Closer - okay so this one is darker, which i’m always down for.  I put off reading it for a while because I wasn’t sure if I was going to like the fic based on the premise (basically, Darth Vader is still alive and kinda sorta not really working for Snoke). BUT BOY WAS I WRONG the writing was so good and it was dark and creepy just the way I like it and the kylux is fantastic and the Knights of Ren are cool af. There’s also a sequel that’s also good (Friction), though it’s still a WIP.

all that you love will be carried away - this entire series of fics was one of the first kylux fics I read and I remember really loving them - I can’t remember everything they were about off the top of my head but I assure you they were fantastic. All the fics are pretty long and it’s super slowburn so get ready for the long ride lol.

Your Rules and Wisdom Choke You - this one is SO GOOD but it made me cry lol (i cry really easily but still). Anyways I read this one ages ago but I saved it in my bookmarks forever because I was so emo about it lol (warning major charactor death) - huge canon divergence, ofc, especially now that we have tlj, but who cares 

let loose your longing - here’s another one that I don’t remember everything about BUT i saved it in my bookmarks so I must have loved it for some reason! I think I’ll go back and reread it right now, LOL. Super classic kylux, from what I can recall.

There’s a few others but hopefully this is a somewhat helpful list! feel free to let me know what you think of them when/if you read any of them. :-)