fin's aus


HELLO!! It finally happened–after 9 long months, I decided to continue that mermaid AU!! I started this about a month ago but life happened–I got sick and lost motivation in art but I’m trying to pick it up again!

This time, I added some subtle angst buried underneath all this fluff. 

Every day after school, Yuu comes by their spot to be with Mika. They have their silly moments– and now Mika and Yuu are at this comfortable stage where they really care for each other, despite their physical/physiological differences. However, Mika will realize that Yuu is still, in fact, a human–that Yuu will someday want to live his life in the surface world and leave Mika behind.

part 1

anonymous asked:

any headcanons of lavi, tyki, and allen when they're jealous of their crush, but haven't even confessed to them yet?

Phew~Finally got the time to sit down and do this. Gearing up for the other requests. 

Sorry about the weird headcanon-scenario-ish format though. 


✤ He was somehow everywhere you went. Well, except for bathrooms and rooms cause that would be absolutely awkward. But you would always bump into him around and about. He’s stubbornly claiming it’s a coincidence but he knows that he’s lying.

✤ It had been quite a long time since the two of you met and it was getting harder and harder to avoid the feeling he gets when he sees you or when he’s near you. 

✤ It was like a delicious forbidden fruit that keeps whispering him to take a bite. 

✤ He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. But he absolutely wants to. 

✤ The feeling absolutely astounds him. He had thought that he had locked up his feelings long ago but you were unravelling it thread by thread just like his friends at the Black Order. 

✤ So in the end he accepted the fact that he loves you but he was still on the fence on making a move. It was a big decision. One that could get them both in trouble, especially with Bookman. 

✤ So he was content with just watching you afar and talking to you every chance he got…until he saw someone flirting with you and you flirting back. (He was confused, were you flirting or were you being kind and courteous kind of flirting? But it really hurt him that you were treating this person with the same treatment as him.)

✤  He almost want to walk away. But then you caught sight of him, “Lavi? Is that you?” He had no choice to backtrack and walk up to you, pulling on a cheery face and rubbing the back of his neck even when his chest felt painfully light and his heart wavering. 

✤ The other person gave him a once over and (for that moment, Lavi felt uncomfortably bare) a triumphant smirk grew on the person’s lips. It was almost as if they felt that he was no competition and for some reasons Lavi did not like that. 

✤ Especially when that person stepped closer to you in front of him. Lavi’s smile tightened. It was just a step, he would deal with it, wait, they’re reaching out their hand to brush your shoulders and your ears while complimenting your ear piercings? Oh hell no. 

✤ Lavi grabbed your hands pulling you away, “Hey__________, I have something interesting to show you.” The other person tried to protest “Welp, it was nice meeting you.” And the two of you were gone. 

✤ It was around then when he decided to confide his feelings for you. Whether you accept him or not, it was your choice. 


✥ He had his eye on you always. Whether he’s reading or crossing the hallways or from windows, his eyes seem to search for you like opposite poles of the magnet.

✥ He always catch himself whenever he did that, almost alarmed by the growing feeling in his chest. It was warm, like the feeling he had when he spent his days his three human buddies but this was different. It was mildly uncomfortable like he had reached down into his own heart and squeezed it.

✥ He had talked to you once or twice, all in teasing terms and before he knew it, he was lingering more and more and became a constant in your life. 

✥ But he dare not declare his feelings for you but let it slip out in doses of affections from winks to teasing remarks, all which you brushed off as merely jokes. And it secretly vexes him. 

✥ But nothing vexes him more than standing there and watching as you stood there laughing with another person. 

✥ His blood was practically boiling as that person (with obvious intentions) reached out to brush your hair from your face. 

✥ “Tyki?” Before he had even realised it, he was there right next to you, with one arm over your shoulder and the other hand tightly gripping the person’s wrist. He glare was sharp and blazing, “Would you mind keeping your hands off what’s mine?” 

✥ Your suitor would be flustered and run off stuttering. 

✥ Tyki let them go even if his entire instinct was hell bent one causing bodily harm on the suitors. 

✥ The worst part was that it kept happening over and over again. He knows that you’re attractive in your own little way (you charming little thing) and it pleases him that others likes you too but can they stop trying to hunt his prey? (You were already his, you just haven’t realised it yet.) 

✥ And every single time he rescued you, you would always brush it off as something a friend will do. 

✥ But this time he had enough. 

✥ When you laughed, his fingers wrapped around your chin, the tips brushing against your cheeks and a smirk curling at the edges of his lips. “Will a friend do this?” He closed the distance between your lips. 


✦ He had met you years ago. And he’s still astounded by your ability to show your kindness despite how dark people can be. When the going gets tough, he kind of thought back to you and how you grit your teeth and go through it with patience, and he felt like he could get through this too. 

✦ He tries to show up whenever he could which was not often but you always send him a welcoming smile that made him feel as if he was home. He realised, that you were his home. 

✦ And the the 14th happened. It was a blow to him and everything he stand for vanished leaving him lost in the haze of confusion. In that spilt moment, he had ditched Link and went to seek you out. 

✦ But you weren’t there in the place the two of you usually meet. Uncomfortable emptiness filling his hollow chest. He didn’t want to give up yet. He didn’t want to go back to the Order yet, where eyes roam towards him with varying mixture of pity, wariness and fear. 

✦ He went around town, searching through the shops and the crowds, hoping to catch side of you. Just when he was about to give up, he spotted you. Joy flickered to life in his chest as he pushed forward, getting closer to your silhouette with every step. 

✦ “_____-” His voice died in his throat as he caught sight of another figure standing too close to you, with arms wrapping around your waist. The ache intensified as the two of you giggled. 

✦ Normally, he would feel a dark prickly feeling of annoyance building on the inside and would smoothly slipped into the situation, separating anyone that tried to get handsy with you. 

✦ But today wasn’t a normal day. He only felt a thousand needles punctured his bleeding heart as realisation after realisation slammed into him like a thousand bricks. 

✦ You were better off without him. A person that could die at any time, a person that couldn’t be with you all around the clock and a person that may have a monster trapped in his body and a person that probably didn’t have a future. 

✦ These bitter realisations sat at the base of his throat as tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, brimming but never falling. In that moment, he almost wished that he was normal, like that person. So that he could be by your side always, so he could laugh with you, so that he could…confess without feeling guilty. You didn’t deserve him, you deserve them. 

✦ “Allen?” You were suddenly in front of him, he could barely see through the wall of tears, “Are you alright?” 

✦ He tried to muster a smile. He couldn’t even do that properly. The tears start falling. “Oh my god, Allen, you’re crying. Here.” You reached out with your handkerchief, wiping away blobs teetering at the corner of his eyes and the angry trails down his cheeks. 

✦ He realised that he never want to see you in the arms of another. 

✦ He gripped your wrist gently, warmth spreading into his clammy hands and by an act of pure selfishness, the words “I love you.” tumbled from his lips. 

Without You There’s Nothing

by syubology (@kimsyub)

pairing sugamon

info domestic au | rated T | 6,951 words | oneshot

summary Yoongi gets sick and Namjoon is Not Worrying.

review this is so soft, oh my god, its so soft and so domestic and im in love. i always, always love aoife’s characterisation especially of yoongi and she got him spot on again in this fic, and sugamon is just so cute and lovely im crying happy tears :’) also, that ot3 on the side got me so hard im gonna be thinking of it for the rest of my life tbh. go read this.

read it 

“I was only gone a week, Han! You don’t need to be so clingy!” Despite finding himself in a scaly trap, the gunslinger couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Hanzo had been almost spitting venom only a few moments ago.

“You almost died, you fool.” The mer flicked the human’s ear with a huff. “I saw you when you got back.” 

“Yeah- but I didn’t die! Water under the bridge and all that.” Jesse chuckled, playing with Hanzo’s hair. 

“Don’t do that again.” 

Here we go I’m taking forever take this as compensation I promise I’m trying

Aujourd’hui, j’ai été applaudi par tout un amphi.

Ce soir, il y avait une conférence/débat autour de la société de nos jours. Un des deux intervenants, qui est un prof que j’ai eu au semestre dernier et qui est un spécialiste de Platon, à comparé notre société à la démocratie prônée par Platon. Sauf qu’il s’est servi de Platon pour avancer des thèses frontistes (du FN quoi) auxquelles il croyait dur comme fer. Il a même fait mention à un livre qu’il a écrit juste après les élections de fin 2015 au niveau régional qu’il a appelé Sur la route du Front.

Du coup, au moment des questions, je suis intervenu, et j’ai démonté ses arguments un par un. Par exemple, au début de son livre, il indique qu’il faut utiliser les sciences sociales mais lui-même ne les utilise pas dans son livre. Je lui ai fait remarquer ce premier paradoxe avant d’enchaîner qu’il se trompait et que la sociologie avait bien été utilisée pour, par exemple, montrer que le FN était populaire chez les ouvrier notamment. Sentant qu’il était pris au piège dans sa propre bêtise, il s’est alors empressé, tel un Donald Trump s’exclamant à tout vent “WRONG !” pendant les débats face à Hillary Clinton à chaque fois qu’il manquait d’arguments, de dire que, de toute façon, la sociologie n’était pas une science fiable, qu’il la rejetait en bloc, et qu’il préférait s’intéresser à d’autres données comme la géographie, ce à quoi je me suis permis de répondre que la géographie seule ne voulait rien dire, et qu’il fallait la coupler avec d’autres sciences humaines car, pour regrouper des données, il fallait bel et bien faire appel à des sciences humaines et sociales. N’ayant plus d’argument, le prof a préféré m’ignorer et mettre fin au débat, et a demandé une pause avant de reprendre le deuxième débat prévu.

Sauf que tout le monde m’a applaudi et des gens, dont une de mes profs qui était présente, sont venus me féliciter pour avoir su lui tenir tête et trouver des bons arguments. Je crois que j’ai jamais été aussi fier de toute ma vie.

et je voudrais que tu me prennes dans tes bras
comme au premier jour
que ton sourire résonne jusqu'au fin fond de mon âme
et qu'elle l'absorbe
qu'elle s'en empreigne
et qu'elle le repeigne :
mes jours sont si obscurs sans toi
et la nuit semble ne jamais finir