Round 2: Alternate Universes
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Sometimes its the characters that move us, but sometimes we fall in love with the the world behind the story. Something transformative occurs when we place the characters we love in an unfamiliar world, like the light has shone on a new side and we're seeing them anew. Run to the classics; revisit the magic of Harry Potter, the heart-punch of a Pacific Rim drift, the warmth of a Coffee Shop AU. Or maybe dig your fingers into a story that blew your mind - Battle Royale, The Raven Cycle, Interstellar - or demand better from a book that let you down (The Poppy War fin- mmph). Perhaps! You might combine two of your fandoms for maximum joy (Haikyuu and Tennis adjacent mutuals, I'm looking at you.) The possibilities are literally endless. Do it for the aesthetic, do it for the drama. Examples
Wonhui x MDZS/Untamed
Wonwoo as Lan Wanji, Jun as Wei Wuxian (Minghao as Jiang Cheng?). I want a cast that feels betrayed and shocked at Junhui's demise but then gradually learning his reasons behind it.
Mingyu/Seungkwan Debating AU
Imagine them as third speakers in the high school circuit. Rivals! Mortal Enemies! Prepared case summaries derailing into personal attacks, and then when their coach calls them out on it they become passive aggressive e.g. "there are major flaws in the opposition's arguments..."
Jeonghan as Mal from Inception
Any Jeonghan ship will do. I just want him to chaotically haunt a person while being sexy about it.
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seventeen + fire emblem
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, war
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
wikipedia:
seventeen as characters in a fire emblem universe! to me the distinction of fire emblem is its range of classes, which allows you to cast your characters as swordsmasters, dark mages, healers, dancers, dragons, etc playing a tactical role in war. if you aren't familiar with the franchise please feel free to take this in a general fantasy route! if you are familiar, one of the strengths of the games is the support system, which provides TONS of dynamics - i would love to see a svt take on an fe pairing (especially from awakening, fates, 3 houses). (dimilix... hilclaude...) otherwise, class members as you like!! i really like casting pairings as opposites (physical/magical, dark/light magic etc). if you want a jumping off point this is my class fancast for fe3h but by no means do you need to use this at all. it's a lot LOL
[FILL] bury us alive
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: fire emblem awakening fusion au, non-graphic depictions of violence, risen are actually undead = this is also kind of a zombie apocalypse au
Permission to remix: Yes
A/N: yes i accidentally got myself with my own prompt... this is based on the script of the future past 2 dlc from fire emblem awakening so there is some dialogue taken verbatim. action is not my strength, but... yeah. thank you to ten for looking this over for me [seungkwan = inigo, chan = owain. hansol healer. mingyu wolfboy]
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A legion of the undead approaches from the rear of the group, smelling human flesh. A rancid wind blows past them. Chan shivers.
“Mingyu can run it,” Seungkwan says, assuming authority, “Hansol, guard him.”
Hansol nods, healing staff in one hand, Mingyu’s in the other. Mingyu does not let his face betray emotions as he transforms, clutching the satchel of stones tightly against his chest. All four of them are already covered in blood wounds. There’s a particularly nasty bite mark on Seungkwan’s shoulder that Hansol’d only half-patched up before they had to run again.
In between them and the castle Ylisstol is five miles of Risen territory. There Seungcheol is waiting to receive two of the five gemstones needed to activate the only shield capable of withstanding the fell dragon. After that he will take the sword Falchion in hand and risk his life to slay him. In other words, they are literally the hope of the earth.
Under his breath Chan says something about how he’s got more stamina and Seungkwan rolls his eyes.
“You know I’m not trying to insult you, we just have to do our part, that’s all,” he says. “Seungcheol assigned us to this team so that we could protect Mingyu, not steal his job because we’re too confident in ourselves to realize any of us could die today, no matter how good at running we are. Look at how much farther ahead of us they’ve made it already, Mingyu can carry Hansol on his back.”
“Fine, whatever,” Chan says. “Stray Risen incoming on your left.” Seungkwan lobs his tomahawk at one and it hits him square in the neck. Chan stabs the other in the gut and is nearly choked in the neck before the parasites leave their host.
“Just because you won races at the castle’s athletic festival when you were a kid doesn’t mean you’re all that,” Seungkwan says, panting.
“Neither does winning jousting tournaments against Jeonghan in the finals,” Chan retorts. “Him getting there was a fluke and he didn’t even try.”
“That was one year!”
“Look,” Chan says, ignoring his glares, “we have to cross the bridge.”
The cliffs approach ahead - on the way to retrieve the stones they’d taken the low route, but there’s no time for that anymore, and the only way to cross without pegasi is a long rope bridge. To fall into the depths below would be a death sentence.
Behind them, the horde of Risen is so much closer than it’d been five minutes ago.
“I don’t think we can make it across before they start rampaging,” Seungkwan says, looking at the scene before them.
Chan wipes sweat from his forehead, the taste of iron ringing in his mouth. “The closer we let the Risen get to them, the harder it’ll be to keep us all safe. At least Mingyu and Hansol are almost to the other side, but Hansol doesn’t even have a weapon.”
“Well, yeah,” Seungkwan says, a little bit hopelessly. “Hansol is good at his job though—”
“Stop talking about jobs,” Chan snaps. “It’s the end of the world, we don’t need to specialize.”
“You don’t think you were put on this mission for a reason?”
Chan slows down just to look at him.
“Don’t stop running, you idiot,” Seungkwan shouts, without looking back.
From behind Seungkwan looks strong, muscles defined in a way Chan hadn’t ever really noticed. When he thinks about it, it’s been like this since they were young— Seungkwan gives a feeling of security, protection, to anyone who merely stands next to him. Chan would never admit it now but maybe if things were better and they had the free time to give speeches about who they looked up to, Chan would call Seungkwan his hero.
“You should cross the bridge,” Chan says. “I’ll stay.”
Now Seungkwan can’t help but freeze in his tracks. “You’ll do WHAT?”
“I’ll fight,” Chan says. “You tease me all the time about being cocky but deep down you know I can fight, and I’ve fought multiple Risen at once. I wasn’t on Seungcheol’s guard for two years doing nothing. And once you make it to the other side, I’ll cut the bridge down.”
“I can’t do that,” Seungkwan says, facing him. Begging him.
“Do you want me to die,” he asks slowly, “or do you want all of us to die?”
“You don’t think there’s any other way?”
“There isn’t,” Chan says affirmatively. “This gives us the best chances of survival. And by us I mean... everyone who’s waiting for us in Ylisstol. I was top of the Military Tactics class my year, too,” he adds to give some encouragement, but Seungkwan isn’t smiling at all.
“Chan...”
Chan puts on the bravest face he can muster. It comes easier than he thought it would. “I know this isn’t going to be easy for you, Seungkwan. But I really am glad that I got to spend my last moments with you. Now go! We’ve wasted so much time. You have to catch up to Mingyu and Hansol, and protect them. You have to survive.”
The mob of Risen thunders down the path behind them, surrounding the cliff’s edge. Seungkwan just stares at him.
Chan can only keep up his front of bravery for so long before he starts shaking. “Um... Seungkwan? This is the part where you go.”
“I’m sorry, Chan. I can’t do it.”
Seungkwan turns to the bridge posts and with large, wide swings of his axe, he cuts through the rope so that the heavy wooden planks crash against the cliff on the other side, the impact echoing through the valley.
In the distance Mingyu and Hansol hear that sound and turn around in horror.
Chan, too, is frozen in shock. “Seungkwan... why would you do that?!”
“You know why!”
“But my epic speech... We didn’t both have to die!”
Seungkwan takes him by the shoulders. “Your idea, while tactically sound or whatever you want to call it, is unquestionably ridiculous. What am I supposed to tell everyone else? That the baby of the army who we practically raised ourselves decided to put on a brave face and sacrifice himself, and I just let him?”
“I’m— I’m not a baby,” Chan interjects, stammering, but there’s absolutely no bite to his words.
“No, it’s just not going to happen,” Seungkwan continues. “They’d never let me go for it, and I’d never let myself go either. It’d be unforgivable. I don’t care what you have to say.”
“But we’re going to die, Seungkwan!” The Risen close in around them, and Chan raises his sword.
“Stop,” Seungkwan says, looking Chan in the eyes, the most fearless person he’s ever seen. “We’re not going to go down without a fight. We can save the world together. Don't you want to be there to see it?”
A/N: the next chan line goes “heh i guess i was too legendary to die anyway”
because it would be tasty: the other teams are 96z as seungcheol’s guard / jihanseokhao for the other stones
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re your fill, I haven’t played awakening yet so you bet I googled wolf boy asap (perfect mingyu casting). I love the bicker banter between Chan and Seungkwan here, Chan’s grand heroic speech that he has a habit of doing, and Seungkwan’s determination to stay with him to the end was a lovely twist and a tender reminder how deep their friendship goes despite all that bickering!
And I walk like a lion
Major Tags: Minor Character Death
Additional Tags: Fire Emblem: Three Houses Fusion AU, hamlet figure jww strikes again, not a 1:1 character mapping except maybe it is
Permission to remix: Please ask
***
When he was a child, Doyoung playacted chivalry with the other heirs of the Kingdom’s noble houses. After they finished their weapons training for the day, they would wait for the crown prince to be dismissed from his lessons so that they could spend their afternoons reenacting knight’s tales in a castle garden.
Minghao was the pegasus knight fiercely devout to his liege, the youngest but already intimately familiar with tradition, while Soonyoung was his trusty steed. Wonwoo played the captured prince, imprisoned on a terrace or under an arbor, and Doyoung—eager to show off his lance training—was the villain.
Each reenactment ended with Minghao’s training lance at Doyoung’s neck. With one swift motion of Minghao’s lance, Doyoung fell to the ground, his limbs askew, as Minghao rescued Wonwoo and recited his vows of fealty while Soonyoung pranced around in the background.
On occasion, one of Wonwoo’s sisters would grace them with her presence: Heejin clamored for them to carry her, Haseul stopped by from the stables and her and Minghao would hold lengthy conversations about pegasus knight training, and Seulgi sat under an arbor with a sketchbook, rendering the garden and their games in charcoal. Even baby Wonyoung visited the gardens on occasion, carried by a nursemaid and babbling for her brother.
Their names all grace the plaques of empty tombs now.
And the heirs?
The young heirs who used to act out knight’s tales all turned into monsters themselves.
⚔
Doyoung had only told Soonyoung before he transferred to the Black Eagles class. He had been so close to saying nothing at all, but that old Faerghan sense of loyalty dictated that he uttered his betrayal to Soonyoung during stable duty.
At least it was Soonyoung, out of all his childhood friends. Like Minghao, Soonyoung himself would stay with Wonwoo, but unlike Minghao, Soonyoung wouldn’t ask why. Wonwoo hadn’t been his confidant in two years.
Soonyoung looked at him with sad eyes but made no requests for him to stay, like Doyoung had guessed. They spent the rest of stable duty in silence, save for Soonyoung patting him on the back when they finished.
“Don’t be a stranger, alright?” he said, so incredibly earnest, and Doyoung couldn’t find it within himself to respond.
⚔
Wonwoo tried to talk to him after he transferred. Doyoung supposed that a painless transfer would be too much to ask for— just a discussion with the professor teaching the Black Eagles and then the deed was done, signed and bloodless, but of course he was still being haunted.
So here he was, trapped into a retroactive conversation with his former house leader at the training grounds before the sun rose because he frequented the training grounds at this time since no one else was around, except Wonwoo was already here this morning, turning the training dummies into piles of straw with his black magic.
“Hello,” Wonwoo said, turning his attention away from a dummy dessicated by Mire. His lips contorted into a grin once he met Doyoung’s eyes.
Doyoung grimaced. Trust Wonwoo to think that a smile was enough of a disguise. What a farce.
“What do you want,” he said bluntly. There was no use in exchanging pleasantries with a beast.
Wonwoo shook off his rudeness as easy as anything and pressed on. “I was wondering if we could discuss your recent transfer?”
Doyoung walked over to a weapon rack to pick up a training lance. It gave him the added benefit of no longer having to look at Wonwoo. “It makes sense for me to transfer to the Black Eagles,” he says. “You’re well aware that my house’s territory borders the Empire. I should learn the people that I’ll eventually be negotiating trade deals with.”
It was a truth. Doyoung didn’t feel the need to mention the quiet envy toward his younger sister Minjeong, who wasn’t saddled with the burdens of governing a territory and administrative work. He too once harbored dreams of his father realizing that Gongmyung was more suited to administrative work than he was, but then Gongmyung was buried, and becoming a martyr granted many privileges in Faerghus, but even a corpse couldn’t rule a territory.
He also didn’t voice the suffocating need to leave, sick of watching the monster that occupied his dead friend’s skin. But what was the point of discussing the affairs of men with a beast?
When Doyoung was done speaking, Wonwoo awkwardly said, “Thank you for looking out for the best interests of the Kingdom,” his voice too stilted and formal.
Doyoung whirled around, his hands gripping the training lance so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “I didn’t do it for you,” he sneered.
Wonwoo quieted. Really, the crown prince had to learn how to talk to people eventually.
“Nevertheless,” Wonwoo said, meeting his gaze, his eyes persistent, “you are always welcome here.”
“I wasn’t aware that you owned the training grounds,” Doyoung said brusquely, refusing to acknowledge Wonwoo’s statement. Lance in hand, he left the grounds.
⚔
Minghao stops talking to him for a week when it becomes clear that Doyoung won’t tell him why he transferred. On what would be the eighth day of silence, Minghao shows up at the training grounds and demands a spar, which he obliges. Afterwards, the two of them sprawled on the ground, Minghao talks about what’s been happening with the Blue Lions—Sana had apparently started yet another small fire in the classroom—and it’s like nothing has changed.
Wonwoo gives him small, shy smiles when they pass by each other in the monastery. Doyoung pointedly ignores him.
⚔
When Wonwoo was thirteen, his parents, siblings, and court supporters were murdered on their journey to an eastern Kingdom territory. His sisters’ carriage had tripped the ambush, their bodies charred beyond recognition and recovery.
The rest of the royal retinue had fared little better. Doyoung’s father had ridden to the capital to identify Gongmyung. He returned with a blackened iron spur, the only personal effect he’d been able to collect, and never spoke of the trip again. Why be reminded of what was left of his firstborn when he could instead be deified as a true knight, turned into an abstract and freed from a corporal body?
A month after, Doyoung and his father traveled to the royal palace to watch Wonwoo’s uncle be sworn in as regent. Wonwoo stood stiffly next to his uncle. He was nothing more than a gangly teen still growing into his blue ceremonial robes. His arms lay limply at his sides, his hands adorned with a pair of white gloves. It was the first time Doyoung had seen him since the tragedy. Wonwoo’s eyes were empty as he watched the proceedings. He was a future king with no subjects to rule.
⚔
Doyoung had only seen Wonwoo’s hands once since the tragedy. The two of them had been sent to suppress a rebellion in the western part of the Kingdom. They were now fifteen, the same age Doyoung’s brother was when he had been knighted. They were no longer children.
He watched the maniacal glee on Wonwoo’s face as he burned the rebels to a crisp, his expression transformed from prince to beast— no, not transformed. He was revealing who he had been all along. What he had been all along.
The smell of burning flesh and the screams still haunt Doyoung now at the Officers Academy. The crown prince discarded his gloves when they became too blood-soaked, unveiling his gnarled hands, burn scars littering his skin. His fingertips were ink-stained, corrupted with black magic residue. His palace tutors had never trained him in black magic.
When his hands had eventually failed to cast, he drew his bow, skewering rebels with arrows.
And instead of anyone condemning his actions, he was praised. The soldiers cheered at their crown prince’s ruthlessness. He used to cry when he broke training swords, and now he gleefully massacred his own countrymen.
And Doyoung realized that the boy he loved was dead.
Title from “Blessed-Cursed” by ENHYPEN
Re: And I walk like a lion
too good: "He watched the maniacal glee on Wonwoo’s face as he burned the rebels to a crisp, his expression transformed from prince to beast— no, not transformed. He was revealing who he had been all along. What he had been all along."
thank you for writing this 🫠