"Great I'm twenty-four and I'm already suffering from empty nest syndrome."
After her father's death, Lightning Farron had begun wondering why her parents had built their house as large as they had. Her beachfront home could have easily housed seven people and still left plenty of elbow room for each. She hadn't really noticed just how roomy it was until her father was gone - which resulted in less time outside - and when her mother died, she was even more acutely aware.
After Cocoon's fall, Lightning had begun wondering why she'd opted to build a near replica of her home on Cocoon. Granted it was on a smaller scale, but it was still f
FFXIII: My Last Hope by SporksNKniives, literature
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FFXIII: My Last Hope
It was strange, Hope thought, to go from being separated from someone by ten years to ten feet in just a second. He'd worked toward this single moment for years, only to find his excitement drowned by a sickening fear of her not recognizing him; it had been ten years since they'd seen one another.
He'd finally grown past five feet eleven full inches past five feet, actually. He wasn't scrawny anymore. He'd long ago left behind the orange poncho and sage cargo capris. Aside from the color of his hair, the shape and color of his eyes, and the tone of his voice, vaguely reminiscent of his adolescence, Hope was nothing like the version o
Speed
When Ruby runs, the world stops.
She moves so fast that everything else might as well be standing still. A heartbeat takes an hour, and a minute goes on forever. A moment becomes a lifetime.
When the White Fang assassin draws his gun and fires, Ruby is the first one to realise that he’s aiming at Weiss.
To everyone else, it’s a blur of sound and motion, but Ruby sees it all. She sees the gunman lift his arm. She sees the curl of his lip as he squeezes the trigger. The gun jerks back, and the air ripples as the bullet shoots free of the barrel. The bullet spins – clockwise – and the people around the gunman je
RWBY Kid AU: Semblance (Ruby) by Ziirroh, literature
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RWBY Kid AU: Semblance (Ruby)
Semblance, an innate ability unique to every person that varies immensely among each user.
Most children usually discover their Semblance around the age of ten. However there is one young girl who is an exception to this theory. At the age of seven, Ruby Rose had unintentionally attained the use of her Semblance.
Parents watched from the sidelines, either standing or sitting on benches, smiling at the energetic children playing their game of tag. The playground wasn’t very large, containing only one set of swings, monkey bars, and a single slide, so the children would often run into the small woods nearby to find places to hide. After
Wolf in Sheep's Clothing, Chapter 1 by Furath, literature
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Wolf in Sheep's Clothing, Chapter 1
“Hey, Ruby,” Jaune called out.
She looked in his direction and smiled as he jogged across the fairground towards her.
“Jaune!” she waved excitedly at her friend and beckoned him over to her.
“The team and I are going to hook up with team ABRN tonight for a video game marathon in the commons. We’re trying to rally more troops. Do you wanna join?”
“I’d love to!” she responded enthusiastically, but she quickly averted her gaze, blushing. “-I can’t, though. I have plans to go into town with Yang tonight,” she explained. “You’re free to ask Blake and Wei
Underground: The Forgotten Battle of Summer Rose by VoiceOfTheOutcasts, literature
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Underground: The Forgotten Battle of Summer Rose
Sunday morning at Beacon Academy, no classes, no training. Lie Ren, in an attempt to briefly escape Nora’s constant chattering, snuck off to the school library while she was rambling on about something or other. She hadn’t even noticed he left. Scanning the shelves for something to occupy his time, he noticed something that seemed a bit off. On the top shelf, in the far right corner a book with no title on the spine. Any other student wouldn’t have even noticed this. Even if someone did, they likely dismiss it immediately. Ren, however, has always been one to investigate. He’d likely be working for the police if he
Visit (A Short RWBY fanfic) by TridentMeister, literature
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Visit (A Short RWBY fanfic)
The cold snow created such a nice scene to Ruby. She found some comfort in it and still enjoyed the feeling of the snowflakes melting on her tongue. She couldn't focus on it for long though, she had someone to meet, she didn't come out this far for nothing. After passing into the clearing she found who she was looking for and stopped walking.
"Hey. I'm back." Ruby greeted. She didn't receive a reply and decided to continue on her own. "I know I haven't come for awhile, Beacon and my team have given me a lot to deal with." Still no reply. Ruby kicked a bit of snow and shifted her cloak. "Oh but don't worry, I'm having a lot of fun. I met a lo
Hirari Hirari - English Lyrics by savantsean, literature
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Hirari Hirari - English Lyrics
When the seasons change their flow to a spin,
When the links start to wear, slowly within,
Please, don't ever let those ties begin to tear,
Or lose them to the wind.
Weighed down by the words I could not let myself forget,
They would fill me with deep regret, when
I began to drift peacefully through a soothing fantasy,
Then awoke to discover you had disappeared.
Tying up the appearance I wanted to embrace,
Softly scattering colors of orange without a trace,
Carving pain through my heart which was now an empty space, it's
Fluttering, Fluttering, Fluttering,
To the sky, to the sea or to someplace far away,
I'd try, to deliver a las
Italy x Reader- The War was in Color by octosprout, literature
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Italy x Reader- The War was in Color
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I see you've found a box of my things -
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings.
These old pictures are cool. Tell me some stories
Was it like the old war movies?
Sit down son. Let me fill you in
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
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The room you resided in muttered not a word as you lay on the carpeted floor, your arms and legs sprawled out across the surface under you. Shifting your head so you were looking at the pile of half filled boxes of antiques, old crafts you ha