And Then He Was There. He Looked At Her With The Same Intense Gaze She Had Always Envisioned Icarus Giving

And then he was there. He looked at her with the same intense gaze she had always envisioned Icarus giving to the sun, soaring to new heights; It was too late for him. He was already falling, falling, falling into that deep blue with no hope of resurfacing. With a fierce and unwavering resolve, she was ready to share his fate as he had always been with hers, following closely behind.

and one for Sora, too. [Riku] [Kairi]

all the things i never got to do

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Disa optional?

So my optional fic was made as a what if scenario. This is spoilers for end of season 5 btw... so fair warning

Thanks to some stories of reincarnation (Zelda / the fallen series) with the theory of going farther down the family tree, there could be doppelgangers (Think basically Katherine and Elena in vampire diaries).

What if Baldric hadn't needed to redo the champion spell? He was able to save Hexala (just in time I might add) and Lady Ermingaurd, Chlodwig, and Macklyn arrived to aid Gretta and the rest to defeat Ragana and Hammond. There wouldn't have been a reason for the queen to contact Dwight and the bat hieroglyph wouldn't exist. A thousand years later, Dwight is reeling from the loss of Gretta and the newfound family he'd acquired. He walks through the hallways of school quite sad and rather alone. That is until he rounds a corner and suddenly crashes into someone...

Papers were sent flying like bits of confetti, floating until they covered the floor all around him.

"Sorry about that! I should've been watching where I was going!" Dwight scrambled to grab the papers scattered everywhere around him. He collected them into a neat pile, tapping them onto the floor. Standing up, he turned around to face the person he'd crashed into. Raising his head from seeing the girl's black jeans, he froze, blinking quickly to make sure what he was seeing.

"Can I... have my papers back?" The girl in front of him awkwardly asked.

He couldn't be imagining things, could he? She had long, straightened, dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders to the middle of her back. She wore a pretty green sweater that brought out the green in her eyes behind a pair of thin, black-framed glasses.

She didn't have any braids in her hair, armor on, or a sword at her side but she looked so familiar...

I love Dwight and Gretta together so much that I decided against this, even though it still lives rent-free in my brain. Some ideas for it were WAY far fetched and added so much drama that they didn't work at ALL.

I'm actually really looking forward to you working more / reworking Queen Britta! I'll ask about the title Strings of fate ( i'm a sucker for fate things)

I'm excited to work more on Queen Britta, I have a few new ideas that I started putting on paper, but the big thing is that they are going to get help getting the queen out of the tree ;). I'm planning on writing a few chapters before posting anything.

Strings of Fate is a Princess Tutu AU story where the two main characters each made a wish as kids and gained special abilities. Fakir can see the multicolored strings of fate as he goes through his life and Ahiru has dreams of her past life but can't remember them very clearly. The day they meet for the first time, Fakir sees a new string color.

Excerpt:

Fakir shook his head, loosing a yellow thread that had been caught in his green-black hair. He wasn’t sure he would ever grow accustomed to the feeling of threads surrounding him, and moving to a small city for school was an absolutely terrible idea. Not to mention the shiny threads just outside his field of vision were giving him a massive headache. He pulled his sunglasses from his bag and put them on. 

He got off the bus at the next stop and waded into a sea of strings. His eyes were locked on the pavement when a woman knocked into him, yellow converse stumbling around but continuing toward the bus. 

“Sorry,” she called back. 

He should have looked up, should have seen what she looked like, but all he could focus on was the shining amethyst string that wrapped around his wrist when she hit him. By the time he looked, all he could see was the bus driving away, violet thread waving at him limply through the window.