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because he chooses to fall.
[an everdeens fanfiction]
The moment her eyes meet his, he swears he never sees the world same again.
He is bleeding. The hunting gone bad. He felt sick when he woke up, his aim missed, and his game fled. He tripped and hurt himself over the thorn bushes.
So here he is. Under the care of the apothecary daughter, Merchant girl. And she is the most beautiful thing his eyes have ever seen.
She works gracefully. His head spins, partly because the sterile room smells like a bad dream. But it is her eyes that distract him, peeking shyly when she thinks he doesn't notice. But he notices that all right, along with those fair long eyelashes, and subtle smile that ghostly form on her lips.
"There you are. Be careful in a couple days."
Does she like singing?
"Thank you." She turns back, and he fidgets. "Uh, what can I pay you with?"
Silence falls in the room. He can tell this girl wants to get away. But wait he does.
"A squirrel will be fine."
"Okay. You want it alive or skinned?"
She turns back to him, eyes ablaze. "You can keep it alive?"
"Maybe. With some efforts. But I can't promise that if it bites me."
She chuckles. Her voice is the best sound he ever imagine.
"Right. So... tomorrow afternoon?" she asked, smiling.
"Morning," he says breathlessly.
She gives him that beautiful smile again. "Morning it is."
And before he loses the courage, he asks her, "May I know your name, Miss?"
and he never lets go.
[a finnick/annie fanfiction]
He doesn't know when it starts, or when it really comes to him.
But he loves Annie Cresta.
He used to tease her. Used to make laugh of her. But she only looked at him with those green eyes, beautiful, clear eyes; as she said to him,
"I see you."
And she really did.
She sees right through him. Like an x-ray Capitol once used to examine him. Although it's better. She sees the pain, the sadness the world doesn't notice. She knows him in a strange and difficult way. She cares. She adores him. But she knows better than worship his beauty. Annie loves his darkness more.
But Finnick will not let Capitol know. He won't let them take Annie away. He won't allow it. Hide it, he tries. Hide it, as he touches her face, whispering their dreams, kisses her lips. She is the anchor keeping him from insanity. And he needs her badly even when he lies beside someone else every night.
He wonders when will the odds be ever in their favor, so he can hold her close, and never let go.
that's how he loves.
[an everlark fanfiction]
Late at night in the train, when Katniss hides herself under a thick blanket trying to block the nightmares away, Peeta creeps silently beside her. His hands wrap around her, and he touches his forehead with her's. Katniss, unconsciously, moves towards him to get closer and share the warmth.
She never says anything, but Peeta takes the clue. And after the sleepless nights roaming the train, hearing her screams, he can't help but climb the bed and hold her until morning. Every night.
"I love you so much, you have no idea," he whispers gently, to her disheveled dark hair. He feathered kisses her forehead, her nose, her closed eyes, her cheeks. So light she doesn't wake up. He needs her sleep to ever say this. How pathetic.
That he loves Katniss so much it scares him. It scares him to imagine after this Victory Tour he will not get the chance to hold her, let alone touch her. It scares him that after all these nights they fingers entwine, Katniss will never need him like she does right now. Because Gale is there for her.
It hurts. So he kisses her to stop the pain.
And after she wakes, her pretty grey eyes full of question, Peeta smiles.
"No nightmares."
But, it's okay. It's his way to love her, even if it's her only way to need him.
so now she runs.
[an OmaShu fanfiction]
She wakes in the dark.
Her house is silent, except for the soft snoring of her parents. Her little sisters sleep with their limbs against the mattress. She walks carefully, not even cracks a sound. Quickly, she dresses, grabs her long, dark cloak. She creeps the back door, welcoming the fresh night air to her lungs, and runs towards the mountains.
A heartbeat later, a familiar shadow greets her under the willow tree.
"Shu."
She lets the longing in her voice rings. To the man. To this man only. Whose hands open to embrace her. In the cold, only he full of warmth, full of light. Their hearts are dancing, swimming, flying, burning. Burn together and melt into one. They become one. They are one.
"Oma."
He pushes her guilt away; away, until just he himself lives in her heart.
but she hurt.
[a tokka fanfiction]
"Are you dancing?"
Toph stops pacing. She knows his steps before he appears. Sokka. His heart beats calmly. "Go ahead, Snoozles. Laugh as you like."
"Nah. I won't do that." She swears there's a smile in his words. She waits. He takes two steps to her. Why doesn't he go? Why is his heart beating a little faster? "Hey. Dance with me?"
She waits. She waits. His hands reach for her. She obliges. She always knows better. And although he takes her awkwardly, their bodies close, but not close enough to share the warmth, he leads her.
"What're you doing here all alone?" he asks after a long pause.
"I thought you already saw."
He chuckles. "I mean, why alone? You can—"
"What? Trip down the cliff?"
"I'm trying to be nice here." There's a frown in his tone.
Toph curses under her breath. "Well, don't bother."
"What're you thinking?"
You.
"Something I can't get."
"Huh. That's pretty pathetic."
"So is my life."
"Why—what is it, Toph?" Sokka stops altogether. "You've never been this bitter."
"I just..."
She just feels so useless. So alone. So lonely. In this world full of company, she's alone that lonely. And she wants to dance away the pain. And Sokka...
"Your girl's calling."
He jerks his head, unsure. "'sokay. Suki can wait."
"No, she can't." No, she can't. Neither can he. Toph pushes his hands. Her chest hurts, so hurts, it freaks her. What if she starts bleeding?
"Toph—"
She punches Sokka playfully, then walks into darkness. "Go. I need fresh air."
that's all she wants.
[a kataang fanfiction]
Guilt boils in her ears. Her hands shake. And despite the humid summer air creep into the air, she feel her spine shiver.
Spirits, what is her problem?
They give her answer right away.
Aang.
That is it. That is her problem.
(That kid. But, oh, no. Not so kid any more.)
Since when his height nearly as same as hers? And the tanned skin. And his movement looks more vivid, more graceful, more mature. And his smile is so different from his goofy grin it almost like he smirks an inappropriate smile to her. And—and his eyes.
Grey sky. Thundercloud. Windswept. Crippling autumn storm. She likes it. She loves his eyes.
That, and his voice. So much low it doesn't sound broke anymore. So much low it sets her heart thundering. So much low she can't help but imagine how it feels when he calls her name in a certain tone, under the moonlight, between the waves, with their hands intwine, in the darkest night...
And she will be well damned if she don't keep this a secret.
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feyre and rhysand's son © sarah j. maas
today's wip for my currently-read series. characters © sarah j. maas
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(π π i cried when this concept emerged in to my head)
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Rant time.
Because recently I’ve been seeing a storm of “wow I feel so sorry for kataangers Aang was ruined because they made him such a horrible father!!!!!!!”
No.
I’d like to start out by pointing out Bryke has stated that the notion of Aang being a bad father was exaggerated by fans.
Okay, here’s the deal.
Imagine you’re Aang. You wake up to a new world only to find out that you’ve been gone for a hundred years, your entire nation, your culture, every person you ever loved is gone. Completely wiped from existence. You are the sole survivor of a race of people, therefore you are responsible for keeping the values of your people and keeping their culture alive.
Then one day, you have a kid. Years later, you have another kid.
Both of these kids are not interested in your culture. In fact, they find it boring and want absolutely nothing to do with it.
You’d be pretty hurt, right?
So then finally, you have a third kid. Turns out, this kid is an airbender! The first airbender born in over a century. Wouldn’t you be thrilled? Not only is he an airbender, but is excited to immerse himself completely into air nomad culture.
It only makes sense that you’d have a closer bond with him than the other two.
This, in NO WAY means that Aang loved Tenzin the most. I’d like to refer to the scene where all three of the kids travel to the southern air temple. Bumi questions if Aang would’ve been proud of him. Kya’s response is “you KNOW he would be” even Bumi and Kya know that Aang loved them all the same.
“But Aang took Tenzin on vacations without the other two!” (I’m pretty sure these ‘vacations’ were just like, air nomad stuff anyway)
The family picture. If you remember the family picture, we see that Bumi is quite a bit older than his siblings. I’d put him anywhere between 10-13, while Kya probably no older than 4 or 5. And Tenzin obviously was a baby. By the time Tenzin was actually old enough to go on special trips with Aang, Bumi was in his late teens, and possibly could have already gone off to join the United forces.
And then there’s Kya. Take one look at Kya, would you even guess she’s related to an air nomad? She’s a waterbender, and like Tenzin with air nomad culture, Kya devoted herself to the water tribe. Like Aang with Tenzin, we also know that Katara had a special bond with Kya. Katara was probably in the exact same boat as Aang. She finally had someone to teach and share her culture with, not to mention finally having the mother/daughter relationship that was robbed from her as a child. People are so quick to attack Aang about this, but why not Katara? She seems just as guilty of it to me.
It’s perfectly normal for parents to have a closer bond with one child over the other. Heck, my mom has a more special bond with me over my brother, and my dad has a more special bond with my brother than with me. And this is perfectly fine. My parents love the both of us equally. But my interests are more like my mother’s, while my brother’s interests are more like my dad’s.
Please take into account that he was the Avatar on top of this. Not to mention he had the entire weight of his people’s future on his shoulders. It was very important to him to teach Tenzin everything he could so that Tenzin could uphold his people’s culture and values. And because of that, he probably was SOMEWHAT guilty of choosing to spend time with Tenzin than his other kids. Which, in all honesty, ALL parents are guilty of doing to some degree. (Yes, probably even Katara with Kya)
Aang was not a bad father. He did the best he could. He loved all his kids the same.
yes. YES. this is so well said!
where the ocean meets the sky
'in your arms, i find peace.' 'in your eyes, i drown deep.'
'good morning, sleepy avatar.'
you should give yourself some injuries again.' 'what? why?' 'so that i can carry you home like this.' 'and losing my legs in the process? you better carry me every piggyback ride you want without breaking my bones.' 'REALLY? YES!'
so... this was your 'sweet little guy that just like momo', right?' 'don't tease me like that, aang.' 'tell me, katara, am i still sweet now?' 'no, you're not. and stop making that silly grin.' 'but YOU like it.'