Dreamcatcher (21 dreamcatcher fanfics)
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She could spot several places where she had overstitched, then in a futile effort to correct it, she managed to understitch it. Good job, Siyeon, she mentally chastised herself.
Gahyeon is graceful, feet landing on the ground with such precision that the rehearsal markings are barely needed.
There’s a new tattoo shop nearby, where the old fishing gear shop had been.
Humming along the soft tone of the radio in the kitchen, Yoohyeon finished tying her tie in the mirror, hair already tied up.
“Siyeon, right?” She asked, rhetorical, and the girl gave her a curt, stiff nod. She started to clean her hands, staring at Siyeon. “Well, it’s going to be an expensive fix. Upwards two thousand struanes, I think. Old ships tend to be like that, you know? Impossible to predict.” Siyeon looked baffled. Handong counted down the seconds to the explosion. “Old ship? This baby is from a few months ago, I bought it new!”
Handong regretted the day she’d met Gahyeon, for it had set her fate into motion.
Yoobin watched the sun go down, slowly, already at the threshold of their house.
Every maid in the palace is half in love with princess Yoobin.
Siyeon watched, from the door, as Yoobin slowly put the silver chain.
The worst flowers to cough are larkspurs, because they always seem to come on the branch, scratching at Yoobin’s throat and tinting the purple of the petals with blood.
The kitchen smelled like herbs.
Bora’s usual haunting grounds are demolished to make way into a “shopping mall”, whatever are those.
Gahyeon finished the flower crown and put it on Bora’s head.
When the envoys of the far off human kingdom bring their tributes to the Queen of the fae, they bring in a princess with them, veiled and frail. There’s a surprise among court, whispers floating around: human sacrifice isn’t a thing they do.
Bora looks at the pirate queen in front of her, and shows a smile with too many pointed teeth. She flicks her tail, shining gold and red on the sunset, and accidentally flicks some saltwater on her immaculately white pants.
Ever since Minji is aware of it, there’s a soulmate mark on her neck.
Her blind eyes are on Minji’s face, memory muscle acting, and Siyeon shakily extends a hand to her face, touching it with fear and care.
Yoobin has heard of Minji.
Minji kisses the small wounds on Handong’s fingers, and then bandages them carefully, even though she doesn’t need them anymore: a vampire’s saliva is pretty much a cure-all, but Handong guesses it’s the thought that counts.
It’s been a while since Minji had talked to anyone from back home, but she had ran away to Norway for a reason that she barely remembered.