the tail is what you see shining as the sunlight catches it

Confession rehearsal

A/n: in which Marinette lies to Adrien, daily

The sounds of the city have become a muted thing, all she can hear is the rushing of her heartbeat, a crazy lub dub that fills her sight with stars.

Or maybe that’s just because she’s forgetting to breathe again.

Even the buffeting wind that encircles them is oddly quiet, a blessedly cold caress against her flushed cheeks.

But he’s here. His eyes are wide and curious and the prettiest shade of green. Almost exactly the color of sunlight drifting through leaves.

And she’ll lose her focus if she thinks anymore, because in stark contrast to his eyes, his smile is comforting. It’s a soft, little thing of warmth and encouragement.

Her reality cements itself again when Chat Noir gives her the most earnest thumbs up, the material of his suit is so blatantly loud as he shifts awkwardly.

She gathers up all the courage settled into her dots, the thing that’s decidedly a part of Ladybug and not Marinette.

Her cheeks burn and the words fall out with a vague rush of relief. She shuts her eyes, lets her dry lips stretch and contort to shape what she needs to say.

“Sorry, I know it’s really sudden and all…but I…I really, really like you. For a long time…a-actually…oh god.”

Her eyes are still screwed shut, and this time the stars she sees are from that rather than lack of air. She wonders if she can make a wish on these ones, considering Paris is too bright to ever see real ones.

His soft laughter causes that same familiar pain to lance through her, she wrings her hands in agitation and irritation mixed with all her affection tinges her words.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.” She chides, closing the distance between them, and with a strangely Herculean effort, punches him casually on the shoulder.

He chuckles a bit more, rubbing at his arm.

“I’m not…not at you…not exactly, Ladybug. It’s just you always close your eyes. It looks really painful. But at least you didn’t call him ‘beautiful boy’ this time around.”

He seems to notice her underlying discomfort and thinks she’s genuinely still worried about this night’s rehearsal. He takes it in the way she wants him to.

(And in the way she really doesn’t.)

And like always, he makes her confidence a priority. His encouragement is the farthest thing from false.

(Even if it hurts…oh so much…that she’s practicing these confessions for some other person.)

He places his hands on her small shoulders, his smile is that a little more mellow, a whole lot more sweet as he looks down at her.

He thinks that she should really keep her eyes open during her confession. Because they’re such a starkly bluebell blue, that he thinks, no matter who she confesses to with those shining bright eyes, they’ll say yes.

He would in a heartbeat. Or less.

But her feelings aren’t for him. There for some mystery person. Someone who makes her stutter and devolve back into the adorable politeness that was his classmate…

“Marinette…you should really have more faith in yourself. Honestly, you’re ready. You’ve been ready to make that confession for a while now. I don’t think we need to practice every day now.”

She vehemently shakes her head, and her eyes are narrowed in dogged refusal to listen to him.

“I need more time. Maybe on…Christmas of next year.”

“You really…really need to see that you’re already there, Marinette…and that’s like,” He takes a moment to tally up the time, before humming in frustration. “That’s twenty months away. You can’t keep putting this off.”

But there’s this sick twisted part of him that wants her to feel just a little unsure. That wants her to keep fake confessing to him…just so he can pretend for a few more nights that the girl he loves, loves him too.

Still, her uncertainty runs deep. It seems to be a part of her own bones, lacing through her just as surely as her kindness does.

He can’t promise that the object of her affections will return her feelings…but he can promise her that she’ll be fine if they don’t. After all, he’s currently an expert on an unrequited love. Except she’s got a lot more gumption that he does and she’s been practicing.

She’s still shaking her head, although a bit dizzy by now and he sees the edge of mischief curling her lips.

He moves his hands to cradle her cheeks, thumbs laid just over the edge of her mask. It takes effort not to move his fingers, not to trace the planes of her precious face.

But he does it, and she’s still trying to shake her head in jest, straining gently against his careful hold.

“You’re the worst bobble head ever.” He snorts, and tries to catch her gaze with earnest joy. “But no matter what you want to do, you’ll be great. You can mess up. It’s totally fine. Whatever happens, it wasn’t you. That person just wasn’t…the right one at that time.”

She stops shaking her head long enough to catch the seriousness of his tone, and he has to look away before those pretty blues drown him in curiosity.

Because under no circumstances will he allow their friendship to be ruined because he couldn’t control his emotions.

His hands fall away quickly from her, fiddling with the trailing end of his tail as he finishes his point.

“You’ve…you got this, Marinette.” He says gently, and even beyond her Ladybug suit, he sees the way his encouragement helps. The way she stands a little bit taller. The way the energy of her hope seems to make even her ribbons perk up a bit.

“Thanks…Adrien. It really…it really means a lot. I’m so happy.” She answers back…and somehow she doesn’t sound entirely truthful.

She doesn’t sound happy, but Chat decides to attribute that to lingering uncertainty.

(And for once, she wishes her cat was more observant.)

But the night devolves into a gentle, easy conversation. Ending with him scribbling down the answers to the physics homework for her with a half hearted complaint.

“These only cover your butt for the homework. You’re actually going to have to learn the concepts for the test.”

She rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

“So what if I take the path of least resistance?” She remarks, picking her away from around the chimney stack and beginning to swing her yoyo to begin her journey home.

“Did you just make a joke about circuits? Ohm my god….” He deadpans, his grin turning into one that is absolutely shit-eating.

She laughs sweetly, and waves at him over her shoulder…eager to leave before he catches the harsh beating of her heart.

(And he watches her arc through the sky, a streak of red luck breaking through the winter haze with his heart in his throat. His fingers still tremble, regretting everything.)

She knows she’s being entirely selfish.

She knows she’s being entirely stupid.

But there was a culmination of circumstances that had lead to her current conundrum

And that word happened to start with a C too. Chat Noir..who was Adrien Agreste…who as Chat Noir..

The reveal is inconsequential. How it happened is anticlimactic at best and underwhelming at worst.

She had pieced it together before him. It had been an amalgamation of overly specific puns and a shared reference that only the two of them could have known.

He’d found her out after they’d both gone into the same broom closet to transform…the strangest of liminal spaces encasing two confused heroes and two giggling kwamis.

Another story for another time.

For now, what matters is that the reveals had lead to a better friendship. A relationship the spans both sides of their coins. A person with whom they could share everything.

Well, almost everything. She can’t very well tell Adrien that she’s loved him since day two. She can’t tell him that now her first love and her almost love have coalesced into one wonderfully flawed and dorky boy.

So she lies. Sort of.

She tells him that she likes someone in school.

He asks if he knows them.

She shrugs and says she thinks so.

He asks about their hobbies and what they look like.

She resorts to nauseating poetry to throw him off.

Eyes the color of la Seine in winter. Hair that is woven from ambrosia. A smile made of sunbeams.

He laughs it all off, in a way that’s too easy…to casual for her to even fathom that he feels anything other than amusement.

She’s noticed…a miniscule change…but after the reveal, he’s less flirtatious as Chat. A lot more laid back and maybe just the tiniest bit more sarcastic.

A mark of friendship…something blessed and cursed at the same time.

So when she confesses, she’s not lying. She tells him everyday in various iterations how much she loves him…and he still has no idea she’s confessing to him.

It’s painful, but it’s a hurt of her own making.

Except for now…today is the day. She won’t lie anymore, because unfortunately she’s noticed the growing numbers of Valentine’s he’d received last month.

Because she’s noticed how much more at ease he is with girls that fawn over him and how much more familiar he is with everyone in class.

Because one day they’ll graduate and one day Hawkmoth will be defeated and her pride is stubborn enough not to let her confession happen because a man with a butterfly obsession threatens to throw her life into chaos.

It’s the same scene. The same cloudy haze and the same bright city.

The same stars she sees in her sight because she’s not breathing right, but she’s got no more time.

She’s silent for a bit, and it’s enough to prompt the usual encouragement.

“Hey…I’m really cheering for you.” Tumbles from his mouth when she feels it break.

Despite her months of practice, she still screws her eyes shut and practically shoves out her confession.

“Sorry I know I lie all the time, but I’ve lo..liked you for a long time…and I don’t want to hide anymore. I know I’ve messed up everything…I know you might not like me back, but I really…I really needed to tell that to you, Adrien.”

It’s only now that the volume has returned. The loud rushing sounds of traffic float up from below, the wailing of a boat horn in the distance…the brief, choked laughing that comes from him.

Beyond her vulnerability, anger and hurt make her eyes fly open. Make her fingers curl into fists and make her open her mouth to tell him to please realize that she’s being serious, but…

He stands there with a giant smile, a boy made a little bit of laughter and a little bit of tears, as he says-

“I love you too.”

at last (i see the light)

Summary: Of a tower, a missing prince with the sun in his hair and the ability to heal with a touch, and a terrible-dangerous-very-bad bandit who’s never been altogether good at being very bad, dangerous, or terrible.

An AU based off of Disney’s Tangled.

Nico di Angelo grows up with stories of the prince lost to time.

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First Born Unicorn

Summary: Something mysterious has returned to the preserve, but for once it’s not dangerous.

Notes: A long time ago, someone said something about Derek Hale and unicorns, and I just couldn’t resist. Written for day three of Sterek Week 2016: Myths and Fairytales. (On AO3)

They pull up to an abandoned trailhead at the edge of the preserve and hop out of the jeep, waiting. Sure enough, it’s not long before the Camaro comes rumbling up, pulling alongside them.

Derek climbs out, frowns at them both. “What’s going on?” he says.

“There’s something new in the woods,” Scott says seriously, striding forward. “Something big, something powerful. I wanted you help us do some recon, figure out what it is.”

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Family Addition

Summary: Bucky’s therapist and girlfriend, encouraged Bucky to get a dog to keep him company when human interaction became too much for him to handle. You understand what he’s going through, which is why you have some help from your own four-legged friend.

Word Count: 2,115

Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, fluff, just tons of fluff

A/N:  I finally got some stuff redone! Enjoy my lovelies as I give you fluff!! Bucky’s dog (on the left), Readers dog (on the right)

“Bucky, come on you’ve been looking forward to this all week!” You stared at the man before you, Bucky’s face remained impassive as he stared back at you.

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Take A Chance On Me // Cha Eunwoo

Originally posted by jungkookismybf

Pairing: Eunwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff ^_^

Summary//Request: awkwardbento said: Can I request an Astro Eunwoo? (since I see you have never written and Astro yet hehe) something fluffy and cuddly like possibly a first date? Thank you so much!! I love your works!

A/N: I was so happy to finally write an Astro scenario! I love Eunwoo he is so tall and fluffy and such a gentleman ahhh <3

For weeks, you had found yourself in a situation that you had only ever seen happen in movies.

“Seriously? Notes in my locker? What is this, the 90’s?” you thought at first, seeing the light yellow Disney paper which had been diligently placed inside your locker by sliding it between the cracks. You lifted it up, trying to examine the handwriting, but you couldn’t recognise it to save your life.

“How do I confess to you? I wonder…”

This was the first note among many, much along the same lines but each time it felt like you were getting closer and closer to solving the puzzle. Of course, you didn’t tell anyone about it in fear of a rumour being spread like wildfire through the school corridors – that was the last thing you wanted. But you were burning with curiosity none the less. You had tried everything from going to school early to try and catch the letter leaver, to even making unnecessary bathroom breaks during classes in an attempt to sneak a peek; but you were always left none the wiser.

The last bell of the day rang out cheerily; music to everyone’s ears as it was Friday, thus marking the start of a long, bank holiday weekend. You lazily put on your school cardigan before neatly putting your books into your Mickey and Minnie Mouse satchel and walking out of the classroom, waving goodbye to your teacher as you left. It was then you remembered your gym bag which you had left in your locker, so you turned on your heel and began walking down the corridor in the opposite direction.

As you made your way through the students all heading towards the exit, you had a clear view of your locker. You continued walking, keeping your sights firmly locked on your target, trying your best to avoid bumping into people when you heard your name being called upon reaching your locker.

“Hey (Y/N)!” a familiar voice came from your left. You turned around to see Dong-Min, or as everyone else called him, Eunwoo. He was in several of your classes in school and you both talked occasionally, but seeing as both of you had different groups of friends, you never really got the chance to hang out or get to know each other that well. So upon him calling out your name, you were a little shocked to say the least.

“Oh, Eunwoo! Hey” you smiled nervously at him as the hallway quickly started to empty.

“What’s up? You heading home now?” Eunwoo asked you, smiling down from his height as the afternoon sun which poured in through the window reflected off his soft, brown hair. You wondered to yourself why he was making small talk with you all of a sudden, but you smiled and answered him anyway.

“Ahh, not much! Just glad to be going home, and yeah I was headed out when I remembered that I left my gym bag in my locker. How about you?” you asked politely, as you reached to open your locker.

“Oh! I see! Well, um, I was just on my way home too. What are you up to this weekend?” he chuckled loudly, making you turn back towards him. “What…?” you questioned his random behaviour silently to yourself, before opening your locker to see the familiar small yellow Disney envelope out of the corner of your eye. “Oh God…” you thought, hoping that Eunwoo wouldn’t see it and question it. You took the letter, along with your gym bag and stuffed the envelope into your cardigan pocket.

“Uhh, I’ve no plans actually. I’ll probably just…stay at home and be lazy? Listen Eunwoo, I have to get going now so…uh, I’ll catch you later? Have a good weekend!” you said quickly before running off down the hallway, itching to open the letter and have a look at what your mystery admirer had written. Eunwoo chuckled and widened his eyes in both shock and jest at your actions, thinking just how cute you looked when you were embarrassed and shy. He put his hands to the back of his neck before exhaling sharply, leaning against the lockers and getting lost in his thoughts.

You made it on to the bus, taking the back seat where there weren’t too many people, before taking out the envelope. It felt…thicker than usual. You scrunched your eyebrows together, wondering what could be inside before carefully opening it. You pulled out the contents, your jaw falling to the ground as you read the letter.

“Dear (Y/N)

You’ve probably been wondering for a while who I am, right? Truth be told, I’m a shy person myself. And I don’t know how to approach you and ask you on a date, so I’m taking a leap of faith here, in the hopes that you will too. Maybe you think this is all too old-fashioned, but I hope you can see how much I want to make you smile. The time and date is on the ticket, I hope you can make it. If you decide to take a chance on a stranger, I’ll be waiting past the ticket gates to the left beside the information centre for you. I hope you can make it ^_^”

You held your breath as you seen a ticket for Disneyland attached to your letter. You widened your eyes before you let out a breathy chuckle, completely dumbfounded. You examined the ticket which was dated for tomorrow at 10am. Millions of thoughts began zooming through your head at 100 miles an hour when the bus came to your stop. You quickly got off and walked the short distance to your house, trying to make sense of the situation.

“What if it’s someone playing a prank on me? What if I go and it’s not a student, it’s a stalker? What if….what if…what if….” you debated back and forth all evening. You had a shower, washed your hair and got into your bed, before deciding that you should go. What the worst that could happen? What would you have to lose? If it was a prank, at least you’re at Disneyland and you can have fun anyway. You were never the type of person to take such big chances; because things like this, things like this that only ever happened in movies never happened to normal girls like you. You set your alarm, before turning over and getting a good night’s sleep.

The next morning, you woke up and began getting ready for your mystery date. You did your hair in a nice, simple pony tail and your makeup was light and natural. You decided it would be best to wear a casual but event suitable outfit – you were going to an amusement park after all. After you had everything ready, you told your mum you were going to meet your friends in town, before kissing her on the cheek and running to catch 2 buses to get yourself to Disneyland.

As you sat on the bus which was almost at Disneyland, you began to feel your nerves kicking in. “I must be crazy…or desperate…maybe both” you thought to yourself upon seeing the park getting closer and closer. Of course you wanted someone who you could be close to. You craved having someone to have a crush on, to go on cute dates with and to create amazing memories with. You wanted to have those feelings you dreamt about before getting into a relationship – those nervous butterflies and secret glances…and finally the first kiss. As the bus came to a stop, your heart began to pound in your chest as you knew that in a matter of minutes, you would meet the person who had been sending you letters and notes for the past year, never revealing themselves to you.

You made it through the gates, putting your ticket back in your bag as you veered off to the left in the direction of the information centre. You nervously scanned the area, looking for someone who you might recognise, but seeing as it was a Saturday, the park was starting to fill up quickly. Your legs felt like jelly as you walked closer towards the mystery meeting point, before you stopped and looked around. You looked up at the Disney clock which read 10:02, reassuring yourself that you were on time as you felt adrenaline pumping through your body with every beat of your heart. “Maybe this is a prank…or maybe they are just running late…oh god why did I come, this was a terrible idea” you thought as you bit your lip, trying to act natural and pretend that everything was fine when you were really a nervous wreck on the inside.


You turned around so fast that your neck nearly snapped as you searched for the person who just called your name. You saw him, standing just a few steps away from you in his ripped jeans and soft black sweater. His hair, pushed back slightly which was shining in the sunlight flowed in the gentle breeze, and his shy smile which practically stopped your heart in it’s tracks as you finally came to your senses.

“Eun…woo?” you managed to say, gripping both of your straps of your backpack as you stepped towards him slightly. “Are you the one that’s…been sending me the notes?” you asked, feeling more nervous and excited now than ever before. He chuckled lightly, looking at the ground while putting his hands nervously in his pockets, before catching your eyes with his.

“Are you…disappointed that it’s me?” he said softly.

You widened your eyes in amazement. You had no idea that Eunwoo liked you at all because he never gave any kind of signals to show you his feelings. He was beautiful, and on top of that he was a complete gentleman.

“No! I mean, I didn’t expect you, I mean, I had no idea that you…oh my god” you laughed, smiling at him brightly as Eunwoo felt small jolts of relief wash over him.

“I’m so happy that you came because…well, I didn’t know how to approach you and sending you letters made me feel a little closer to you. And I really wanted to ask you out on a date, and I know you really love Disney, and I do too…so…” he trailed off, stepping closer to you and giggling nervously. Your heart began to swell in your chest at how adorable he was. You couldn’t get over how thoughtful, caring and spontaneous he had been. You felt like jumping for joy right then and there in that moment, but knowing that there were too many people about, you giggled back and smiled at him instead.

“Well, I would have loved for you to approach me, but I think this is the most thoughtful and romantic thing anyone has ever done for me….thank you Eunwoo” you said sweetly, noticing how his eyes completely disappeared when he smiled back at you.

“So, (Y/N)…did you want to go to Disneyland with me, on a date?” he said shyly, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink – as did yours as you both giggled at each other out of pure nervousness. You felt the butterflies return upon hearing his words and seeing him smile, as you took your place beside him.

“I’d love to. I really would love to Eunwoo.” you replied, looking up into his face cutely, before you felt his hand on yours, taking it gently. Eunwoo’s heart felt like it was in this throat. He was so nervous that you wouldn’t show up or worse; you would reject him. But he was so thankful that you took a chance on him.

And it truly was the best chance you ever took.

The Fourth Apprentice- Chapter 1

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“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting!” Firestar’s call rang out from across the clearing.

“That’ll be you in just a sunrise or two, Dovekit.” Whitewing’s tongue rasped gently over her ear. Dovekit’s sister, Ivykit, was already poking her head out of the nursery, her tail fluffed and twitching with anxiety, while in the back of the nursery, Daisyflower and Poppytail, two of the resident queens, were napping.

“Oh no, we’re gonna be late!” Ivykit moaned. “Whitewing, please hurry! Dovekit’s fine already!”

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hunger - chapter 13

Hunger master post.

The wolf is blind without the moon. He has no way of knowing how much time has passed. He is in a place that is made of concrete and metal and cold, cracked tiles that his blood has turned the color of rust. There are rivets in the walls that stare at him like eyes in the darkness. There are metal rings and loops of chains that hang like open mouths.

The wolf knows pain.

Death cards her cold fingers through his hair and he whimpers at her. She looks at him with Laura’s eyes and echoes back the sounds he makes.

The heels of Kate’s boots make clicking sounds across the floor.

“Derek,” she says to the wolf. “Derek.”

He whines when she presses the probes of the taser into his soft unprotected belly.

The electricity arcs through him. It is a sharper pain than the wolf can understand. His body cannot take this pain and process it. It is too fast, too much. It doesn’t escalate. It hits at a level that is already so far past the wolf’s threshold for pain that he can barely even whine. The pain is too much for the wolf’s body to contain. It snaps his bones into different shapes, retracts his claws into blunt, grasping fingers, and forces a human scream from his reformed larynx.

“Derek,” Kate sing-songs. “I see you.”

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Bubbles and Baubles: Part 3

Obiyuki Week day 6: Little Mermaid
Haaaah, this is getting longer that it’s supposed to.
Part 4 will be the last.

After what had happened down at the rocks, the herbalist had spent the rest of the day in a daze. The truth of what she’d seen, of what he was, was nearly overwhelming. Whenever she had felt settled, another image of the merman’s golden eyes and sharpened teeth would scurry through her mind like a mouse. Spending the evening with everyone, more than one worried question was sent her way, and forcing smiles as white lies slid between her teeth was more draining than nights spent grinding and mixing herbs back in Wistal.

She had left for bed early that night, leaving a slightly forlorn Zen behind to complete a jigsaw puzzle by himself. With a single lamp to illuminate her room, Shirayuki paced in small circles, mouth in hand as she stared at nothing. Eyeing her bed with an expression akin to a convict faced with certain doom, she debated with herself over whether or not she should bother with sleep tonight.

It was only the thought of facing a concerned Kiki in close quarters that sent her to bed.

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anonymous asked:

Could you maybe do an imagine where Kakashi is in love with Naruto's guardian/mother figure? Fluff or smut, I'd be happy with whatever you do! Just do whatever you'd like with the story. Keep up the great work! You're doing amazing! Thank you! ❤️

Sorry for the wait, anon! Kakashi is a very complex character and I wanted to do him justice. I don’t know if I really achieved that but I hope you like your 3000+ word story despite any short comings.

I might expand on this story line should we get more requests that fit its criteria as its a fun topic to explore!

~Mod Whipski

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Down the Rabbit Hole

Series: Fairy Tail, Inuyasha AU

Pairing: Gajevy

Note: Like I wasn’t gonna.  Enjoy, and don’t necessarily count on me continuing this! ><

This is a bad dream!  It all has to be a bad dream! Levy repeated to herself over and over, trying with all her might to dispel the terrible sight around her.  And the terrible beast that hounded her.

Give me the jewel, little girl!” The unearthly voice roared behind her.

Her feet pounded the earth and her chest hurt, hungry for air she couldn’t gasp for fast enough.  Wake up, wake up, wake up! She berated herself again desperately.  All the trees looked the same, and she wasn’t even sure where she was supposed to be running to.  All she knew was the well that had been her gateway into this strange dream world, and even that she didn’t know how to explain.  It was was absurd enough that it could only be a dream!

“Someone, anyone, help me!”  The girl cried out.

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tainted [04]

» featuring; jinyoung x reader x jaebum - got7, other idol groups and some original characters
» genre; angst x romance - business men x gang x mafia!au

“Miss… you really shouldn’t be–”

“It’s fine! I don’t mind helping out.”

Taking a step onto the wooden stool in front of the bookcase, you reached up as high as you could and began to dust off the top shelves. One of the housekeepers looked up at you with such a worried expression as the other glanced around the parlor, hoping none of the men would walk in and find you doing their job.


“But the young masters told us not to let you–”

“They don’t let me do anything around here.”

“Because it’s not your job.”

You flinched hearing a low, irritated voice fill your ears and two strong hands immediately found your waist, gripping you firmly. You bit the corner of your lip and shut your eyes tight as you were lifted off the stepstool and was placed back down on the plush carpet floor.

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Morning Light

Pairing: Anatoly Ranskahov x Reader

Word Count: 1625

Prompt: So this is for my fic trade with @buckyaesthetic! She wanted Domestic!Anatoly and so Domestic!Anatoly is what she shall have.

It’s the soft and quiet whimpering that wakes you up.

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drown. (yoonmin)

Yoongi has spent his whole entire life by the seaside.

He stands on the cliff overlooking the wide, blue expanse, hair whipping in the cold breeze. The salty smell of the ocean comforts him; he can almost imagine himself losing all control of his body and just letting himself fall, body hitting the waters below. It would creep into his clothes and seep into his skin before filling his lungs and crushing, suffocating, killing-

He jerks out of his reverie, breaths coming out short and fast. It was even worse this time round.

Yoongi has spent his whole entire life by the seaside.

And everyday, he resists the pull to drown himself in the dark, inky waves.


He doesn’t know when it started. Doesn’t understand why.

He just knows that it hits when he’s near the sea; when he can feel its breeze on his skin and taste the salt on his lips. It’s always been this way. He remembers when he was younger, being so terribly afraid of why he felt this way but even more terrified of what his parents would say, so he kept mum. He stayed away from the ocean for days, weeks, months, until he could no longer take it and burst out of his home and ran to the same cliff where he stood now, just barely resisting the urge to throw himself down to drown.

He could control it now, keep it restrained. But it was always there, beneath his chest and etched deep into his heart, threatening to spill.

It wasn’t the only thing he felt that was always there, though.

Yoongi’s eyes dart around, trying desperately to pinpoint where, where, where does he feel those eyes from? Staring, pulling him apart, wrecking him. He feels their intensity, and slowly he backs away as he feels pressure build up in his chest.

His eyes finally land on the dark blue waters. Impossible. He shakes his head.

Just before he turns, however, a movement from the corner of his eye turns his head towards the ocean below. The last thing he sees is a silver flash, and a shadow disappearing beneath the waves as the water ripples on the surface.


That night, as he gets ready to settle down for the night, he glances out his bedroom window towards the sea.

Their cottage, his cottage, was built on a small hill just above the cliff reaching out towards the sea. It used to be filled with laughter and love before his father disappeared without a trace and his mother died of a broken heart, before his brother left and never looked back and his sister threw herself off the very same cliff.

He was the only one left.

He tries his best to keep it as clean as he can, for he knows his mother preferred it that way. He is careful not to touch any of his siblings’ stuff, and not to disturb his father’s pipe. In the back of his mind, he wonders if it’s because he believes that one day he’ll wake up and his family will be back, hustling and bustling about like they used to.

Nothing but wishful thinking.

He lays a hand on the window, eyes still trained on the far silhouette of the ocean. Yoongi frowns, briefly remembering the flash of silver and the shadow that disappeared beneath the waves. Probably nothing but a fish.

He slips beneath the covers and blows out his candle, closing his eyes to the darkness that welcomes him.

Almost immediately his eyes open again, and he sits up, slowly, carefully, wondering why his movements are slow. He looks down and his heart nearly stops.

He isn’t in his bed.

He’s laying down on a bed made of seaweed, the green plant tickling his arms and legs as he moves to shuffle away. He looks up and realises that he’s not in his bedroom, either. He sees an opening at one end of the room and assumes that it must be some sort of cave. There is little sunlight illuminating the cave, but just enough so that he can make out pale, white sand all over the bottom of it. Corals are dotted throughout, and there is a curtain of seaweed hanging over the opening.

Yoongi tries to stand up and opens his mouth to call out-

-and realises he’s not breathing air.

He grabs his throat immediately, afraid that his worst dream might come alive. It takes him awhile to realise that he’s been breathing in water all this time- and he hasn’t drowned.

He exhales slowly, and breathes in again. It doesn’t hurt. He doesn’t feel the sting of pain or water filling his lungs.

Movement behind the curtain makes his head whip towards it. He staggers back, afraid of whatever might be behind it. But he couldn’t have imagined the great beauty that was now reaching a hand through the seaweed and carding it to one side, before gliding slowly in.

It takes Yoongi’s eyes a while to adjust, but slowly he comes into focus, and Yoongi gapes.

The creature before him is… beautiful. His upper body is chiselled bronze, chest hard and arms muscled. His face, however, contrasted greatly. Chubby cheeks that plumped up to a sweet smile, and warm brown eyes that stared straight into Yoongi.

But what caught Yoongi’s eye, what captivated him the most was the boy’s… tail. It started his waist, where shiny, silver scales gleamed and travelled down for about twice the length of Yoongi’s arm before it slowly came to a point, where two fins splayed out on either side. One more fin was attached at the back of his tail about halfway down and, just like the rest, glowed a silver light. It was difficult to stare at, the silver shining at his eyes, so he tore his gaze away from the tail and locked eyes with the boy.

A merman… Yoongi breathes, careful not to say anything in fear of scaring him off.

For a while, neither of them say anything. They just stare at each other, one mouth agape in awe and the other smiling in amusement.

The boy is the first one to break their silent game. He opens his mouth, and out comes the most beautiful sound Yoongi has ever heard, and it’s saying his name: “Hello, Yoongi.”

And Yoongi swears his heart skips a beat.


Yoongi is perched at the end of the bed, fingers idly playing with the seaweed bunched up around his legs. The merman, Jimin, hasn’t said much, just introduced himself and glided over to float in front of Yoongi. Yoongi tries not to look up at the boy’s face too much, partially because he didn’t know what to do, mostly because he couldn’t bring himself to look at someone so gorgeous. But he wants, and needs, answers, and he figures that if he just plays with seaweed all night he wouldn’t get them. So he clears his throat and looks up, “What am I doing here?”

Jimin stays quiet for a moment before, “You’re dreaming, Yoongi.”

Yoongi stares. And stares. He blinks. A dream?

“You’re not really underwater,” Yoongi doesn’t miss the implication of yet, “I just… I brought you here in your dream.”


Jimin bites his lip, and carefully he reaches out and cups the side of Yoongi’s face. Yoongi freezes immediately, body going numb and cheek feeling hot from where the merman is touching it. He flicks his eyes down and stares in concentration at the seaweed in front of him, refusing to look anywhere else.

“I’m one of the merfolk, as you can tell,” Jimin answers. “And I’ve been searching for my lost tide for quite some time now.”

Yoongi frowns at the pile of seaweed. Lost tide?

“We merfolk… we have this… process. Our lost tide is the one who we are supposed to spend the rest of our life with. Our… forever. You, Yoongi,” Jimin’s voice catches in affection. “You are my lost tide.”

Yoongi feels as if his whole body is on fire. He swallows, heart beating and mind whirring too fast. He’s- he belongs to-

He opens his mouth to tell Jimin that there must be something wrong, that he’s got the wrong person when suddenly Jimin draws his hand away and takes Yoongi’s hand, pressing something into it.

“I don’t have enough time left, I’m sorry.” Jimin stutters, desperately meeting Yoongi’s eyes. “Please, please, think about it. Think about me, and- and if you’re willing, just crush this pearl. I’ll come for you.”

He’s stroking Yoongi’s hand, thumb rubbing circles on the back. Yoongi finds himself nodding, even though he’s not entirely sure he’ll do as Jimin says.

“Goodbye… I hope to see you soon.”

And suddenly there are lips on his. Soft, warm lips on his chapped ones, melding and fitting to his. His heart speeds up and his breathing becomes laboured again, and he’s about to throw his arms around the boy’s neck when-

His eyes fly open and he wheezes, coughing and spluttering. Shooting up from his bed, he looks around to find himself still in his cottage. It was all a dream, he thinks, though a pang of disappointment pierces his heart.

That is, until he opens his clenched hand and sees a single, white pearl resting gently on his palm.


Yoongi stands on the cliff overlooking the sea again, holding the pearl up to his eyes.

It’s worth a shot, he thinks. He’s got nothing left here, nothing holding him back. If it turns out to be just some senseless dream he concocted, then he’ll just go back to his normal, lonely life.

He places the pearl on the ground before raising his foot above it, then bringing his foot down hard onto the pearl.

For a while, nothing happens. Yoongi waits for seconds, minutes, before he convince himself that it was just some dream he created to pine for a different life. He turns, when he hears a familiar voice inside his head, “Hello.”

Yoongi turns and sprints over the edge of the cliff, but he sees no one there. He frowns and the voice speaks again, “You have to jump.”

Jump? Yoongi turns pale. It’s his worst fear, the one thing that he’d never, ever do. He wouldn’t survive that fall; he’d drown almost immediately.

His thought is pushed away by the voice, this time gentler and softer, “I’d never let you drown.”

“I promise.”

Yoongi thinks about it. Thinks about how he’s got nothing left here, how he’s got nothing left to lose. Lastly, he thinks about how the voice sounded so… sincere and affectionate. Slowly, his feet find their way to the edge of the cliff. He closes his eyes and feels all control leave his body, before he pitches forward and falls.

He feels air. Wind pushing his hair back, wind pushing against his body as if it’s trying to stop him from falling. Too late.

He hits the surface of the water and feels its sting all over his body as he plunges down, the ocean enveloping him in a cold hug. It’s strangely peaceful as he drifts along, slowly running out of oxygen to breathe and losing the air in his lungs, when he feels a pair of arms circle his waist and the same soft lips he’d dreamt about last night crash onto his.

And suddenly he can breathe again. He gulps in water as the lips leave his, chest heaving up and down. Yoongi stares directly into Jimin’s face, still unbelieving, still thinking that it was all a dream.

Jimin brushes his nose affectionately against Yoongi’s and murmurs, “I told you I’d never let you drown.”

And Yoongi feels as though he’s drowning again, except this time, not in water.


All his life, Yoongi’s been afraid of drowning.

Now, however, he’s found that if it meant being able to be with Jimin, he wouldn’t mind it anymore.

He’d drown over and over again, if it meant being in Jimin’s arms.


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Part One. FLUFFY FLUFFY. BABY SAKURA AND SASUKE. PRE-MASSACRE HAPPY BABY SASUKE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED [muffled weeping over her now ascended soul and heart]

Sakura and the Hero. 

It was their typical lazy stay-in-bed kind of day.

Her head had fallen so it lay bent, upside down against the edge of their bed as she peered at her husband with a tiny smile. He had already began walking  back towards the comfort of their bed, and it was only then that her foot would playfully prod him as he walked past. Naturally, she would miss and continue to attempt to do so until it was caught in a strong grip by her ankle - and soon placed to death in a lethal act of tickling. After calming down her waves of anger, gentle arms had strung around her until her shoulder blades could feel the silent, rumbling laughter of his chest.

“Mm.. Sasuke-kun?”
“Hn?” She huffed almost childishly as his answer lay muffled against her hair, where his lips placed a small kiss.
“Do you remember how we met?”

As he paused, she didn’t need to see him to know he had blinked once before scrunching up his nose a little bit, his irises drifting upward a little in thought as if it would give him a more clearer image.

“Nn. You always had a thing for heights.” Sakura almost rolled her eyes at the small hint of teasing in his tone.

Nonetheless, this both got them making small talk over their first meeting.

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Summary: “Rowan drops to his knees in front of her and begs. ‘Please, Aelin,’ he whispers. 'Please.’ …They used to call her the champion of light, the child of the sun. Now they call her the queen of darkness, claimed by night. They are not wrong.” One-shot. AU.

Note: brace yourself. 


for haley ( @theprinceandthebookshelf@wishingonthenorthstar )

She sits atop a throne carved from the bones of the dead and stares at the looming doors engraved with intricate patterns. The sunlight makes the doors look like they’re shining - and they are, an almost unnoticeable glow. Unnatural.

Aelin is waiting for them to open. There’s a sudden flap of wings, and she holds her hand out as the raven perches on it. The bird croaks as she strokes its feathers.

“They’ve come,” she says softly, and the bird ruffles his feathers in agreement. Killian hops to her shoulder as the Eye of Elena gleams at her throat, turning a blue deeper than the color of the amulet that hangs low, almost at her navel.

She stands in welcome just as the doors slam open; a group of people spill in, eyes widening as they take in her castle. It is different than what they have been expecting, she knows. The Amulet of Orynth hums through the fabric of her dress, and a cold wind drifts through the room.

I claimed you, a voice whispers, raspy and ancient, but you have claimed me as well. Do not forget.

She smiles to herself. “I don’t,” she breathes before spreading her arms and raising her voice for her visitors. “You have come.”

She recognizes the first male; he steps forward cautiously and kneels, as he should. Rowan Whitethorn - she remembers him well. He has not changed; the Rowan she once knew is still there in the determined glint in his eyes, green like the pine trees that grow around her home, in the tall, broad build, in the long silver hair, and most of all in the winding tattoo that climbs up his arms and neck - words to represent a different time. Her own tattoo still exists - as does another, different one.

“Aelin,” he rumbles, but she’s running a critical eye over the rest of his party. Aedion - her cousin, her brother, her protector, tall and lanky and alert, dragging his eyes between her and the shadows. A ghost leopard prowls between the legs of her companions, tail whipping back and forth as golden eyes peer at Aelin. Only three.

She cocks her head and smiles, cold and sharp. “Rowan,” she purrs, taking a step forward. Killian caws, and she lifts a hand for the raven to perch on.

“To the mountains,” she murmurs, trailing a finger along ink-black feathers. “You know my orders. Be careful.” Killian lets out one last croak and lifts off, darting out of the throne room. She watches him go.

Her guests watch, too, curiosity lighting in their features, but she catches their attention again. “My guests,” she calls boldly, opening her arms again. “my friends. Tell me, why have you come?”

The air zings with a taste of magic. Aelin relishes in the power of the Wyrdkeys, feels them hum to a tune of her own making. And, oh, it is not the Wyrdkeys themselves that make her dangerous - no, it is her control.

“Stop this madness, Aelin,” Rowan says, and she takes another step. Let her show them her prowess. “Why?”

“Why what?” She wants to hear him say it, wants to see what he thinks of her deeds. She wants to see what has become of the person who once accepted her for who she was - every dark, monstrous part of her.

His voice does not shake as he says, “This. Conquering a land, marking it as your own. Acting as if you are invincible, infinite - as if you are a goddess.”

“Am I not?” she asks idly.

His jaw works, and he bares his teeth. “You are not, Your Majesty. I don’t know what happened, but you are not the Aelin I know, and you certainly are not the Aelin I love.” Here, his voice trembles dangerously, and Aedion puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Peace, Rowan,” he murmurs. “We are not here to fight. Aelin.. what happened to you?”

“This is my duty,” she cries. “I am fulfilling a promise!”

“You are not fulfilling some promise, you are taking over the world,” Rowan yells, and the leopard hisses at him, tawny eyes brightening in anger. He has crossed a line, it seems. Perhaps their little group does not quite see eye-to-eye. Then he pauses and bows his head. “I’m sorry. I just.. want you back.”

The world darkens at the words, anger fizzing through her body, filling her veins. The humming of her magic fills her, thrums in her body and pulses to a frenzied beat around her. The Amulet of Orynth begins to glow.

“You want me back,” she says, and her voice is as cold as she feels. An invisible wind picks up around her, and marks on her skin begin to glow, faint blue. The shadows seem to crawl closer, consuming the throne room. “You want me back.”

He doesn’t - he doesn’t want her back, he wants the person Aelin Ashryver Galathynius once was, not who she is. And that makes all the difference.

“Rowan…,” Aedion says haltingly to his shieldbrother, but he does not draw his weapon. As much as he is loyal to him, Aedion’s bond to her is far too strong. Her lips curl up at the thought.

“I am not yours to keep, Rowan Whitethorn,” she hisses, and she draws Goldryn. The red eye gleams the color of blood, awakening, as if it senses her wrath. “and you do not command me.” Lysandra backs away slowly, her feline face drawn in a snarl. If Aelin attacks, so will she.

Rowan drops to his knees in front of her and begs. “Please, Aelin,” he whispers. “Please.”

She steps closer and closer until she stands in front of him, her dress pooling like a midnight shadow around her. “Rowan,” she says simply. He does not look, and her voice softens. “Rowan.”

She puts her hand to his cheek, and he touches her wrist, shuddering when his fingers meet cool skin as if it will disappear. Her name slips through his lips reverently. He smells like pine, and snow, like…

Her gut stirs. Her kingdom. Terrasen.

“Would you forgive me for all that I have done?” she asks him, hollow and empty and devoid of warmth. “Would you let me go with you - would you take me home?”

“Yes,” he breathes, and she can hear the hope in his voice, the trembling of newborn gods and centuries of the blood of nations. Pine-green eyes meet her own.

Her sword bites into his neck as fire erupts across the figure knelt before her. She lashes the light of a thousand sunrises at him, glowing embers and blue flames. Smoke billows, thick clouds of it that taste like lotus.

“This is my home now,” she whispers to the ashes. “You were a fool not to realize that.”

She raises her eyes and watches Aedion and Lysandra. Waits. But they do not move as she turns her face to the sky, listening. Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, the voice whispers, and she smiles. They used to call her the champion of light, the child of the sun. Now they call her the queen of darkness, claimed by night. They are not wrong.

“Aelin,” Aedion says, and he, too, drops to his knees. He bows to her. Aedion - loyal, bravehearted Aedion, reckless and wild. Lysandra watches, her eyes lightening in thought. How interesting.

“Aedion,” she purrs. “Do you wish to join me?”

“For you,” he tells her. “I would do anything.”

She extends her hand, and he takes it. Then she’s crashing onto him like a tidal wave, wrapping light around him. “Swear,” she whispers into his ear, her teeth elongating, ears sharpening. He shivers against her. “swear yourself to Queen Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, ruler of Terrasen, handmaiden of Death.” A cold wind curls around her shoulders, brushes against her cheek like an icy kiss.

“I swear,” he says without hesitation, and the bond that is hanging by a thread between them burns brightly. A promise fulfilled.

“Then rise,” she orders. “Rise, and together we will build a court that has only been dreamed of. We will remake the world.”

He stands, and the queen and her protector join hands.

Morning Routine

Word Count: 1378

A/N: based on the ‘you jog shirtless past my house every morning au’ from this list

“I’m Harry,” he said, his hand warm against hers. He was even more beautiful up close. His eyes were green like the trees under the sunlight, surrounded by long, perfectly curled eyelashes. “I, erm, I’ve been meaning to come and say hello for a while now. I’ve seen you a few times,” he smirked, “in the mornings.”

She bit down hard on her bottom lip, dropping her gaze as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “You’ve seen me?”

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