2022 Round 2: AUs

[hwarium]

Status: Closed This round has closed. It remains open for fills, comments and remixes, but prompts are no longer accepted. ✧ Seventeen Holidays ✧ Round 2: Alternate Universes About When you put the characters you love in a new world, you end up loving them even more. Sometimes it's about the aesthetic (dark academia). Sometimes it's about straining those ship dynamics to the extreme (Pacific Rim). Maybe life is hard and you need to exorcise something (unemployment/coporate slave AU). Or perhaps you are so in love with the world you want to see Seventeen in it. Shakespeare, My Hero Academia, RuPaul's Drag Race. No problem - just give some context so anyone can fill it. Examples MinWon - Bittersweet Ah yes, the ambiguous Bittersweet MV. I'm curious to see anyone's interpretation of those MinWon scenes. Any / NCT AU Remember how Seventeen was supposed to be subgroups divided across Korea, China and Japan? What if that happened and the members were split up, only to reunite once a year. Or if they promoted like NCT - thinking about the graduation angst of NCT Dream, the ridiculous schedules of SuperM. Who is Mark and over-employed. Who is Shotaro and stuck in the basement? Wonhui X Link Click (Donghua) Link Click is a show about two guys who run a photography studio and time travels to help their customers. Wonwoo knows every event within 12 hours of a photograph being taken and Junhui can time travel and possess the photographer for 12 hours to complete a mission. Wonwoo speaks in Junhui's mind and tells him what he needs to do - where to go, what to say, what will happen. There's a rule that Junhui can't change the past because it will change the future :') but Junhui wants to :'). Would love to see WonHui investigating another sebong's story, or an exploration of their contrasting attitudes to fate (resigned vs headstrong - roles can be reversed if you want). Rules Sign up is not required. Fills have a minimum of 400 words for prose, haiku-length for poetry (3 lines), and 400px by 400px for art (memes are also art). Other mediums are fine too! There is no maximum cap. Tag and provide content warnings at your discretion, but a good guide are the Ao3 four (Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage) and this list of common CWs (cr: SportsFest). NSFW/Explicit content should be tagged NSFW art should not be visible, please provide a link and a warning. You may crop the artwork and embed a SFW preview. How it works Prompting Click on [Post a New Comment] at the bottom of this post; Change the subject to something interesting; Copy+Paste the following HTML into your comment and edit the sections. Feel free to add as much detail as you want! <strong>Ship/Member:</strong> Any <strong>Major Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Do Not Wants:</strong> None <strong>Prompt:</strong> [PROMPT GOES HERE] Filling Reply to the original prompt; Change the subject to [FILL], you may add a title or stay chaotic; Copy+Paste the following HTML into your comment, edit the sections, and add your text. You may also upload your fill to the AO3 Collection. <strong>Ship/Member:</strong> Any <strong>Major Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Permission to remix:</strong> Yes/No/Please ask *** Remixing Post as a reply to the fill you are remixing, using the same HTML as above; Change the subject to [REMIX]. Art/media Upload your work to any platform (twitter, imgur, youtube, soundcloud, google maps, etc.) Using the same HTML code as above, copy the link into your fill or remix. That's it! Optionally, you can embed a picture into your comment. 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You must seamlessly incorporate a horanghae or wooahae or hahahahanihae (etc) in your fill. You can not regret it. Five of a Kind: You win this if you fill 5 prompts, and each fill is different in the same way. E.g. 5 different ships, 5 different AUs, 5 different mediums. You also win this by doing 5 remixes! The rarest pair: the fill with the rarest pairing at the end of the fest wins. This is based off the number of works in the ao3 tag. For simplicity, this will be the / tag and not &. (e.g. a “Wonwoo & Minghao” platonic fill will be counted by the “Wonwoo/Minghao” tag). The ship must only have Seventeen members and be the main pairing in your fill. We will update the category with the current titleholder during the fest so you know who to challenge~ I anticipate polyamory. (To help us out, please mention that you’re going for one of these categories at the beginning of your fill.) 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seventeen as anime girls

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: Any, genfic?
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: azumanga daioh AU. i need hoshi to be tomo. also chiyo-chichi looks like jun. kinda. other characterizations are up to you: which member is the most osaka? many possibilities here. make it funny!

the once and future

[symbolised]

Ship/Member: DK/Any; 97z
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: [a Once and Future king au but also maybe slightly idolverse? doesn’t need to be if that doesn’t meet parameters. clearly DK is Arthur.]

kindergarten teacher seungkwan ::heart eyes::

[vampiredumpling]

Ship/Member: Seungkwan/Any, but please consider booseok or boogyu
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Little Monsters AU, zombie apocalypse
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

kindergarten teacher seungkwan doing his best to keep his students safe during a field trip that gets interrupted by a rude zombie outbreak VS the only other adult chaperone whose biggest concern is trying to ask him out smh

film summary / film trailer

there's no drug quite like denial

[kwontent]

Ship/Member: your choice or gyuhao
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: LMLY AU

mingyu is the dishwasher at a koreatown restaurant and minghao is the beautiful stranger that mingyu plans a whole life with in his head

ALTERNATIVELY:

mingyu is a solo artist directing and filming his mv for his new single, where he plays a dishwasher in love with a customer who comes into his restaurant. through the course of filming, mingyu falls more and more for his costar minghao, to the point where the lines between reality and the mv become blurred in his mind

[FILL] there's no drug quite like denial

[stickystickysticky]

Ship/Member: Mingyu/Minghao, side Soonyoung/Wonwoo
Major Tags: staring, dreaming
Additional Tags: nsfw soonwoo quickies mentioned
Permission to remix: no

Alright, you baited me...

💭💭💭

Mingyu hates the closing shift. When the restaurant is empty and everyone is gone and it’s dark outside and half the lights are off. It’s creepy. But he has it and his goal tonight is to get through the closing shift checklist as fast as possible so he can get home and sleep.

The list starts with sweeping the floors and ends with taking out the trash. He shudders thinking about the latter.

The trash can is located in the back alley of the restaurant. It’s dark and creepy and there’s only one dim light that illuminates the door and barely the trash can. It’s something out of a horror film. The last time he had to go back there, a rat ran out from underneath the trash bin, nearly on top of his feet. He almost hit his head on the outside light with the way he jumped so high.
It makes him shudder just thinking about it. And now he’ll have to do it again, by himself, all because Soonyoung begged him to cover the shift so that he could hook up with Wonwoo in his kitchen while all his roommates were out for the next hour and a half. That also makes Mingyu shudder. That’s the kitchen. He hopes Soonyoung at least sanitizes the counters after.

Soonyoung said he would come back. “It’s just a quickie, I swear.” Mingyu is 99% sure Soonyoung is not coming back.

Ding.

“We’re closed–” Mingyu starts to say, pausing his sweeping. He’s stopped dead in his tracks. Maybe he’s drunk, maybe he’s high. He did just eat Soonyoung’s brownies as a snack and now that he thinks about it, Soonyoung doesn’t bake.

But when he looks at Mingaho, he’s glowing in the doorway. It’s like the lights dim and everything around him blurs to the background, making it impossible to see anyone but him. As the door closes, a slight breeze ruffles his hair and Minghao runs his fingers through his hair. It’s impossible for Mingyu to look anywhere else. He doesn’t want to look anywhere else.

“Oh, sorry, the sign said open,” and Minghao starts to leave.

“We are,” Mingyu rushes to say.

They are definitely not, but Mingyu’s going to be here for at least another hour and if he can get Minghao to stay for at least another minute, he’ll stay another ten hours if that’s what it takes. (Hopefully not though. His mom always told Mingyu stories as a kid about the restaurant being haunted at night and Mingyu is totally respectful and fully believes in the ghosts’ rights to exist, he just would rather not experience that existence.)

Minghao has been coming to the restaurant every week since the summer started. From what Mingyu has gathered from Minghao’s recent visits are – he goes to Otis College of Art and Design during the school year (the collegiate embroidered sweater gives it away), he’s a ceramicist working at a studio in downtown over the summer, and he’s not a huge fan of soon tofu soup. He made a face at Mingyu when he asked for recommendations during his first visit and Mingyu suggested all of their top selling soon tofu soups.

Mingyu thought he’d never see him again considering the fact that his mom’s restaurant is known for soon tofu soup, the best soon tofu soup in all of Ktown and probably all of the west coast if you asked Mingyu (and also if you ask the 300+ reviewers on yelp who gave the place a four star and up review. Ignore the white reviewers complaining about the service).

But then Mingyu saw Minghao the week after and the week after that and now it’s a month and a half into the summer and Minghao has still been coming. He only orders the bibimbap. Bibimbap at a soon tofu restaurant. Minghao is a creature of habit and an enigma and perfect. And Mingyu as long as he keeps coming in, Mingyu will serve it to him.

Minghao looks at him questioningly. He pokes his head out more to look at the back where the kitchen is and sees that the lights are already off and there is not a chef in sight.

He cocks his head at Mingyu, smiling amusedly and Mingyu feels his cheeks warm, embarrassed at getting caught in a lie, but too shameless to stop.

“I can make you something.” Mingyu puts the broom to the side and wipes his hands on his apron. “What are you craving?”

“You don’t have to, I can find somewhere else open.”

Mingyu feigns offense. Kinda. He is a little offended that Minghao eats at other places actually. “You’re going to go to another place to get bibimbap that is probably made wrong instead of staying here and knowing that I’m going to make your bibimbap exactly how you like it?”

Minghao raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re not even the one that cooks it,” Minghao points out.

Mingyu can’t deny that. Also, there’s not even enough ingredients right now for Mingyu to make the bibimbap anyway.
However, he doesn’t want Minghao to go.

“Okay, but how do you feel about ramyeon?” Mingyu leans over the counter, flexing his arms just slightly so the definition shows through his white t-shirt and he smiles at Minghao, the smile that usually gets him lots of tips and a phone number on the bill.

Minghao eyes Mingyu suspiciously, but not in a mean way, in a how much am I willing to amuse you type of way. Mingyu is hoping the answer is, a lot.

It’s been a month, a little over a month of these small encounters, where Mingyu would make light conversation, comment on Minghao’s outfit, flirt just a bit and take Minghao’s order. And usually, Mingyu wouldn’t be waiting for this long. Usually, if Minghao were any other guy, he would just ask Minghao out on a date. Mingyu is very good at taking people out on dates.

Minghao isn’t just any other guy though. There’s something about Minghao that makes Mingyu shy to ask.

But tonight, tonight Mingyu’s going to go for it.

He guesses Minghao is thinking the same thing, because Minghao leans in closer too. He looks him right in the eye and says, “I love ramyeon.”

Mingyu takes Minghao’s hand, interlaces their fingers, and guides him to the kitchen.

💭💭💭

“Hello? Earth to Mingyu?” Soonyoung waves his hand in front of Mingyu’s face and Mingyu is brought out of his daydream.

God, it’s just a daydream.

“Why don’t you just ask him out instead of dreaming about him on the job?” Soonyoung teases, jerking his head unsubtly at Minghao who sits at his usual table tucked in the corner in the front, back to the restaurant’s entrance.

Thank god Minghao is sketching in his notebook right now. His glasses slipping a bit down his nose. It’d probably be really inappropriate for Mingyu to push them back up, but he wants to.

Mingyu reddens. “Stop,” he warns Soonyoung.

Soonyoung has been teasing him ever since he found out that Mingyu switched shifts with Seokmin so that he could keep seeing Minghao. It was a good deal honestly. And all he had to do in return was let Seokmin borrow his car to impress Jeonghan when he took him out on a date. Not that Seokmin’s driving skills are impressive, but Mingyu’s going to let Jeonghan tell him that one.

He straightens up. “I will ask him out. With time, it’s called playing the long game.” Soonyoung laughs at him, clapping him on the back as a way to say sure, sure, good luck with that and leaves the kitchen to wait on his own tables.

Good. Soonyoung should do less teasing and more of his job anyway. Mingyu puts his palm to his cheek to make sure he’s not red anymore and fixes his hair a bit in the reflection of a tiny mirror hung in the back. When he steps out onto the floor, Minghao is gone. Mingyu deflates, going from 6 ft 2 to 5 ft 11.

Goddammit Soonyoung. Mingyu is definitely going to tell Wonwoo about Soonyoung spending his lunch breaks making googley eyes at his terribly angled instagram photos.

Mingyu shuffles over sadly to Minghao’s now empty table to wipe it down. When he gets there, he notices a piece of paper that Minghao left behind.

It’s a sketch of Mingyu leaning over the kitchen counter, resting his chin on his arm, his eyes open, and staring, and fond. Mingyu sucks in a breath, flustered and blushing all over. He didn’t realize Minghao was noticing. And also, Minghao is really an artist, huh? The way he can capture how Mingyu feels in a drawing.

Underneath the sketch is a note:

I was waiting for you to ask, but it’s already been a month, so I guess I’ll go first. Call me.

- Minghao

Mingyu clutches the note to his chest, beaming, glowing, ready to explode in the good way, the best way. The long game works.

its about the Lovers to Enemies to Lovers pipeline

[denimdreams]

Ship/Member: seokgyu, seokhao, jeongcheol
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: office au? secret agents au? assassins au? anything that makes the ship have to work together in close quarters in some way and have to confront their feelings
Do Not Wants: MCD

Prompt: two exes (perhaps rivals?) are put on a project together and have to deal with the fact that their feelings for each other never really went away

[FILL]: until you're by my side

[slytherminie]

Ship/Member: Mingyu/Seokmin
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: heroes/villains au, lovers to enemies to ?, post break-up, open ending
Permission to remix: No

this is probably not what you had in mind but i saw this prompt and a little stupid bug entered in my head and didn't leave me alone until i wrote it out!!
this is basically the sequel to something i wrote back in september, which you don't need to read to understand this, but if you want more lovers to exes seokgyu it's there for you!! hope you somewhat enjoy this.
***

Not even in his dreams Mingyu could have foreseen this moment, his back against the wall and his pulse skyrocketing in his ears, glass shards all over the floor of his living room, Seokmin at his side.

Deep in his heart, he kept on harbouring a flame made of hope - hope that somehow he would have answers, or at least some closure, after so many months spent wondering what went wrong.

But as it turns out, hope is the poison of the foolish. And Mingyu has always been a fool.

It’s once again familiar knocks on his door that put the events in motion.

When he opens up Seokmin smiles at him, strained.

“I need your help,” he says, and Mingyu hates the fact that they know each other so well when Seokmin’s foot stops him from slamming the door in his face. “Please,” he adds, teeth sinking on his bottom lip.

It’s been several weeks since the last time Mingyu saw him in the exact same spot, filling the entrance of their used-to-be-shared apartment. That one time, Seokmin was bleeding, battered and bruised. Now he just seems worried, eyebrows drawn together over his eyes in concern.

“I hate doing this just as much as you do,” Seokmin promises, as if that somehow should stimulate Mingyu in collaborating with him. He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Trust me, you don’t.”

Seokmin winces at the venom in Mingyu’s words, but that doesn’t stop him from putting his hands together in prayer, tilting his chin up to meet Mingyu’s eyes.

“Please,” he says. “If you don’t want to listen to me, at least give Jeonghan a chance.”

Mingyu can’t help the bitter laugh that gets out of him.

“Really, Seokmin? Jeonghan, of all people?”

“You don’t get it,” Seokmin says, and it feels like dejavu, a rehashed scene they’ve played over and over again - the first time, Seokmin’s eyes were cold, distant. This time they are liquid with unshed tears, as if coming to plead for his help is harder than leaving him behind. As if standing in front of his rage is worse than seeing his heart break.

“Please,” Seokmin repeats, “You know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important. We can’t stop them without you.”

“Stop who?” Mingyu can’t help but ask, a slip of curiosity at Seokmin’s distressed tone.

There’s a flicker in Seokmin’s eyes, a spark that Mingyu has missed. It used to be the mirror of Mingyu’s excitement, when they fought on the field side by side, having each other’s backs, tearing down one villain after the other.

Until Jeonghan came, dazzling in his beauty, convincing in his lies. To this day, Mingyu doesn’t know how Seokmin fell for his tricks - Mingyu doesn’t know how the love he was so sure would defeat everything else wasn’t enough to stop Seokmin from destroying everything they built together; it wasn’t enough to stop him from turning his back on Mingyu and all they believed in.

In the end, Mingyu lets him in. They sit at the small table they used to share meals at, and Mingyu hates the reminder just how much as he hates seeing Seokmin surveying his surroundings.

“You moved the sofa,” he says, sounding like an accusation, and Mingyu has to grit his teeth together to avoid letting out a cutting retort.

“You’re wasting your chance to explain,” comes out of his mouth instead, and Seokmin sobers up immediately, eyes moving back to Mingyu’s face.

“Yes, sorry.” For once his apology sounds sincere. “I need your help. We need your help.”

“You and Jeonghan?” Mingyu asks, raising an eyebrow. “Why me, Seokmin? Why now? After all this time?”

Seokmin takes a deep breath in; his eyes are set on Mingyu’s face, unmovable. Under his scrutiny Mingyu feels uneasy, uncovered. He’s afraid Seokmin will be able to see past his defences, past the walls he puts up to protect himself.

Seokmin’s mouth opens, then closes. His teeth nibble on his bottom lip, as he stares at Mingyu in what seems like an attempt at conveying everything he wants to say through his eyes.

Maybe a long time it would have worked, but now Mingyu is left empty handed, unable to decipher the words written in Seokmin’s eyes.

“Jeonghan,” Seokmin starts, but the rest of his sentence is drowned out by a loud blast.

Mingyu’s instincts scream at him to move even before the high pitched sound registers in his ears. One second he’s sitting in his chair, the next one he’s throwing himself over the small table to drag Seokmin down to the floor with him, shielding his body with his own.

Neither of them scream, but Seokmin lets out a small grunt when he hits the floor at the same time as the window shatters, sending glass splinters flying in every direction. Mingyu barely registers the pain when he crouches down on the floor to survey his surroundings through the thick smoke filling the apartment.

“Fuck,” Seokmin wishpers, squatting next to Mingyu and looking around with frantic eyes. There’s a gun in his hand, and Mingyu wonders how he missed it until then, probably too focused on Seokmin’s pleading eyes to take in the full gear he’s wearing.

“We need to get out of here, quickly,” Seokmin whispers, gaze moving from the shattered window to the grenade filling the room with thick white fog. He throws his jacket over it before looking at Mingyu. “Go get everything you need. Stay low.”

Despite the retort on the tip of his tongue, Mingyu decides to follow Seokmin’s suggestion - he’s never been good at following orders without questioning them, but he recognizes a life-or-death situation when he finds himself into one.

It doesn’t take long for him to find his stuff. He’s hidden everything out of sight, below his bed - their bed, his mind usefully provides. With a small sigh, he moves back to where he left Seokmin.

Seokmin is standing next to the window, back to the wall, gun tight in his hands. With a quick nod he gestures for Mingyu to stand on the other side of it.

So here Mingyu is, fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins as he takes quick glances at Seokmin’s concerned face.

“How the hell did they find us?” Seokmin murmurs, but the words are barely audible over the sounds of sirens outside, getting louder and louder.

“Why is the police after you, Seokmin?” Mingyu grits out, feeling annoyance rumbling inside him. He’s always been on the right side, he’s always been fighting for what’s right, and now he finds himself with a broken window and the cops at his door because of his stupid ex boyfriend.

Seokmin rolls his eyes. His face is surrounded by white tendrils of smoke, and for a second Mingyu sees him back on their last mission together; the day of the final betrayal, when Seokmin left him on the field and disappeared with one last glare in his direction, expression set in stone.

Mingyu was a fool that day, a hopeless fool in love. He tried to run behind him, pleading for him to stay, not to leave him. Ice in his eyes, Seokmin casted one look at him and then disappeared between the smoke and the mess of destruction Jeonghan caused in his wake.

Now Seokmin’s gaze is far more gentler, his face apologetic when he asks Mingyu to save the questions for later. His hand is warm around Mingyu’s wrist, an anchor keeping him centred and dragging him in the right direction.

Mingyu is full of hope this time around, hope that Seokmin will finally explain himself, make all wrongs right; but hope is just the poison of the foolish.

And Mingyu is still a fool in love.

Inception au

[dumbo1510]

Ship/Member: Any x han
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: angst, unreliable narrator
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: I wanna see svt boys in inception au 😣

[FILL] payé, balayé, oublié

[seasignals]

Ship/Member: Wonwoo & Jeonghan, past Jeonghan/Seungcheol/Nayoung (Pristin)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Inception AU, past relationships
Permission to remix: Yes

title is from non, je ne regrette rien: "paid for, swept away, forgotten."

***

“So you’re her replacement?” Jeonghan asked. “I don’t doubt you can do the job, but you’re not half as pretty.”

Wonwoo had never met Im Nayoung in person — that whole mess had more or less blown over by the time Seungcheol brought him onboard on Mingyu’s recommendation — so he didn’t feel qualified to comment. “Never got any complaints,” he joked weakly.

It had been almost half an hour since they left the hotel bar where Wonwoo found him, and he was beginning to think Jeonghan didn’t know where he was going any better than he did. Or maybe he did, and was using Ikebukuro’s rain-slick streets as a labyrinth as sure as any Mingyu could dream up. To what end? That was something he’d heard Seungcheol say more than once: I don’t know why Jeonghan does what he does. Always in present tense, like they could be in a hotel room in Gangnam and see Jeonghan in his Tokyo high-rise.

“It’s a bit low of him to use you, isn’t it?” Jeonghan asked. “Seungcheol’s a scaredy-cat, but he should know he’s got nothing to be afraid of these days. Not from me, anyway. I don’t know what he’s been getting up to with his new friends.”

His hair whipped around as the wind picked up — it looked candyfloss-thin, like it had been dyed too many times before being stripped back to its natural black. Odd, for a man who could change his face on a whim the moment he fell asleep; maybe the impulse followed him into the waking world. Wonwoo had seen pictures of Jeonghan before, a few still saved on Mingyu’s phone, used as reference before the meeting, and one he had never been meant to see. They hadn’t captured how uncanny it was to see his rawboned beauty up close, smiling lopsidedly and breathing out huffs of fog.

Wonwoo blinked hard.

“I volunteered,” he said. He’d never been the best at first impressions, and he was getting the sense that this one was going worse than usual. The cards had been stacked against him, sure, but he could have done a better job at calling the opponent’s bluff. “I wanted to come.”

Jeonghan paused, his face catching a neon glow. “And why’s that?”

“I’ve always wanted to visit Japan.”

“Wonwoo-ssi, I can’t tell if you’re actually as boring as you’re making yourself seem,” Jeonghan said, not unkindly. “Well, now you’ve seen it, and you can visit again any time Jihoon puts you under. It’s still Jihoon, isn’t it?” Was Wonwoo imagining a slight catch of worry in Jeonghan’s voice?

“Yeah. He isn’t going anywhere.”

“That’s what I figured,” Jeonghan said, pleased.

Jihoon was one of the remaining bones of the old team: him and Seungcheol and Mingyu, and Jieqiong as their point of international contact. Though with Nayoung and now Junhui gone, her tether to the rest of them had gotten looser.

It was Junhui, after all, who was the reason Wonwoo was here in the first place. The others didn’t talk about it much, but that on its own was enough to understand that Jeonghan and Nayoung’s departure had been a cataclysm, and one a long time building until whatever happened on that job in Hong Kong. With Junhui, there were no signs. Or Wonwoo had been blind to them. He simply disappeared one day, his habitual smile never changing until it was gone.

“Don’t hold it against him,” Jieqiong said once over a video call. Based nine hundred kilometers away in Shanghai, she was insulated from them at their worst; Jihoon always joked that was the only reason she still worked with them. For Wonwoo’s part, he didn’t know why she thought she could make the call on how he should feel. But they needed a forger for their latest job, and there wasn’t time to try out new talent. Therefore: Jeonghan.

“This is my place,” Jeonghan said, stopped in front of building less glossy and imposing than Wonwoo had pictured. If he came back the next day, he'd walk right past it. “I’ll call you in the morning when I’ve made up my mind.”

*

He may never have seen Im Nayoung in person, but he once had to take Seungcheol home after a too-late night and found the polaroid in a drawer while looking for painkillers to leave out. Seungcheol, grinning with his gums showing, thick arms over the shoulders of a man and woman. After that, they were impossible to miss, never replicated in full, but he found the man’s sleepy eyes in too many projections to count, the curve of the woman’s cheeks. When he first saw Jeonghan in Tokyo, he reached without thinking for the totem in his pocket.

love catcher au

[shuamuses]

Ship/Member: any, but special mentions to joshua and/or jeonghan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: falling in love via psychological warfare, falling in love, confessions, self-doubt etc.
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: a and b are participating in love catcher and though they definitely have been spending a lot of time together doing what normal people would consider falling in love, a still cannot tell whether b is a love catcher or money catcher!

Age line switches

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: Performance line
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Age switch; minor hurt/comfort
Do Not Wants: Sadness or major hurt
Prompt:

Maknae line & hyung line switch ages. Would love to see eldest hyung & leader Dino taking care of maknae Hoshi who pushes himself too hard to try and prove himself (also who enjoys doing aegyo to them from that one fansign where Wonwoo said that he does aegyo to them a lot when cameras are off but doesn’t go into anymore details). Just want to see Hoshi being taken care of :(

1 2 3 we are crisis division

[sparksjoy]

Ship/Member: Any, but consider yjh's gentaro-isms
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: hypnosis microphone au, ambiguous relationships, exes(??)
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: navigating the aftermath of a TDD-esque supergroup breakup? jk anything I just want to see svt in death rap dystopia where men are oppressed or wtvr

tfw girl

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: f!Wonwoo/f!any, f!Wonwoo/f!Soonyoung
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: genderbend/rule63/whatever you wanna call it, possible nsfw
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: lately very fond of the idea of f!wonwoo being kind of a NEET weirdgirl so i'm kindly requesting basically anything involving that. possibly navigating awkward first romance/sex experiences? you can go non-famous/slice of life AU or canon compliant or heck you can go as out there as you want but that's the core concept

TGCF BeefLeaf

[wonwoes]

Ship/Member: SoonWoo
Major Tags: MCD
Additional Tags: Betrayal, doomed lovers, unforgivable sins, how can you reconcile your need to avenge your family when your in love with their killer’s brother etc etc, the banquet scene in the end where HX visits make what you will with it? Is it a reunion? Does HX forgive SQX?
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

pls just give me soonwoo as beef leaf after the events in CH 121-130. Im ok if u make me cry

oh, the misery

[mcdonaldsprite]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: steampunk-esque, pining, nicknames, light angst, secret meetups
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: arcane au!! troublemaker A from the undercity x officer B from piltover,, A purposely tries to get arrested just to annoy B and get handcuffed by them teehee

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: Any(but consider........ jeonghan as the thing of beauty lovingly carved into existence........)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: artist/muse themes, maybe some yearning, maybe some saying-i-love-you-but-not-in-the-way-you-want
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: a pygmalion/galataea greek myth based au, go wild
this brainworm was born from the pictures of jeonghan posing with silk and roses to sell a feminine perfume, do with this information what you will

[FILL] i love you, and i am not going to hurt you.

[shuamuses]

Ship/Member: joshua/jeonghan
Major Tags: pygmalion/galatea, greek myth
Additional Tags: art-making as obsession, also looking for love as obsession, joshua is deathly afraid of vulnerability, when all your wishes come true in the worst possible way
Permission to remix: Yes

title/last line stolen from carmen maria machado’s her body and other parties. I hope this was to your liking, nonny!
(crossposted to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36507247)

***
a heart i swear i’d recognise
is made out of my own devices
– one sweet love, sara bareilles


it is the fifth day in a row that joshua has spent in his studio, sleepless and white-knuckled as he grips his chisel. any moments of intermittent sleep are caught against the spongy couch or the bare hardwood floor, and each time he awakes fitfully with another imperfection to chip away at gently. he cannot bring himself to quite leave it as it is, even though it is already the most beautiful thing his hands have made, not when the marble does not yet match the face he’s been dreaming for weeks.

this must be what the old masters referred to as divine inspiration, he thinks. when the dream had first come to him he’d been certain it was foretelling his meet-cute with the most beautiful man he’d seen, but the idea of falling in love with someone new, of opening himself up to hurt again was too much. one sunny afternoon when he’d unboxed a new block of marble, though, he swore he could feel the soul within it. a face crying out to be seen. joshua had started work immediately.

he steps back, now, to peer at his work with a critic’s eye. one hand, trembling lightly from the lack of sleep, rises to check the proportions of the statue’s features, measured against the impossible image that had been seared into his mind. into his heart. what reason was there to go out and sacrifice his still-beating heart in pursuit of imperfect love when the gods had already given him the instruments to craft perfection on his own?

almost there, he thinks, a little shiver rippling through him. closing the distance between him and the statue once more, joshua picks up his chisel, buffing away at the edge of the cheekbone. he cups the cold marble jaw with one hand, brushing away the stray chips of discarded marble. as if driven by something else entirely, joshua presses his lips to the perfect curve of the statue’s own, eyes growing hazy as he slips into the space between dream and waking. “you’re almost perfect,” joshua breathes. “i can’t wait to meet you.”

/

the next few days joshua spends in something of a fugue state, floating between the statue and the worn couch in the corner of his studio. he works feverishly, obsessively looking at the marble edges, chiseling away at irregularities that cannot be seen by any eye other than his, and praying with his knees pressed bruisingly into the floorboards.

praying he will finally be done. praying he will look at his work and feel satisfaction. praying he will look at it – at him – and feel recognition. praying for him to transcend the stone confines of his body.

the others come to his studio when they can, knocking and calling his name worriedly. mingyu even tries to force feed him some soup, insisting he’s losing himself to the hunger. joshua can only bring himself to smile and nod for as long as it takes for them to wear themselves out and leave.

/

joshua wakes one day to the sound of a voice that is distinctly not his in the studio and his face twists into a scowl at the thought of having to abandon today’s tasks to entertain yet another of his well-meaning friends. he twists his wrist to check the time – 4:23 am blinks back at him from the shiny face of his watch. there was no way someone would’ve come at this hour.

he pushes his hair out of his face, rubs the sleep from his eyes, and grabs the nearest sharp object he can find. quietly, quietly, joshua eases himself up from the floor, panicked eyes darting around the room as the wields the chisel like a deadly dagger.

the room is vacant. the padlock on the door remains intact. none of his things are moved. as joshua takes inventory of these things, his pulse gradually ticks back down to a more human pace.

“hello?” he calls out hesitantly, the sound rebounding off the walls.

“hello, joshua.”

joshua’s head spins trying to place the sound. eventually he sees it. the way his statue – though there’s no way this is real – is straightening itself out, tilting its head to focus its gaze on joshua.

he can’t decide if he should run to it or away.

eventually he decides that his own creation is unlikely to harm him, and that even if he tries, joshua is armed with the one thing in the studio capable of hacking away at its – flesh? he shakes off the thought, crossing his fingers in hope that it won’t come to that.

joshua crosses the space until he’s just an arm’s length from the marble form, though now that he’s closer he can see that the cool tone of the stone has warmed up ever so slightly. he exhales in a stutter of air, bringing one hand to his feverish temple. though this is precisely what he’d prayed for deliriously, the reality of it is just nauseating. maybe this is just a trick of the light. a bad dream. a bad trip.

“thank you for making me,” the impossible statue speaks, and joshua pinches his arm right in the crook of his elbow, the blinding pain confirming that this is in fact happening. “my name is jeonghan.”

“joshua,” he replies weakly.

“joshua,” the statue – the man, now – repeats, nodding with a placid smile on his perfect, perfect lips, though the light doesn’t quite reach his eyes. he reaches one hand out to cup joshua’s cheek and when he flinches away, jeonghan’s carefully etched smile finally cracks into a petulant frown. “joshua – i’m not going to hurt you.” his fingers grab at his cheek again, more insistently this time. “i love you, and i am not going to hurt you.”

romantic sunday

[mcdonaldsprite]

Ship/Member: hoshi/any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: hometown chachacha au, hoshi as chief hong ofc, small town, strangers to somewhat friends, seaside shenanigans, subtle flirting, (genderbend is not obligated but encouraged)
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: local resident hoshi helping a stranded dentist from the city get through the town and getting more than he bargained for;  *whispers* (wonwoo as miss dentistttt.....)

am i only real when im with you?

[replaydebut]

Ship/Member: mingyu/jihoon
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: fwb, slight power dynamics, mingyu praise kink, casual sex turning…not so casual, secret relationships
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: idolverse AU where jihoon is a producer and mingyu is a solo artist. They begin sleeping together after jihoon is hired to work on mingyu’s album. Mingyu battling insecurities about his idol image + ability to “make it,” searching for answers in jihoon who conversely doesn’t know how to placate him in a way that satisfies mingyu (except for through sex which becomes their method of communication). I’m up for angst and an unresolved ending if you’d like! Or a happy one! Anything goes!

[FILL] YOU BROKE IT. NOW WEAR IT BROKEN.

[maningning]

Ship/Member: Mingyu/Jihoon
Major Tags: AU-Idolverse, Explicit sexual content
Additional Tags: Bad sex
Permission to remix: Please ask

Title from 'Dirt Being Dirt' by Carl Phillips

***

Jihoon twists a little in his seat, but doesn’t bat Mingyu’s hand away as it presses down on his thin, gray sweats. There must be nothing under. Mingyu can feel him good.

The light in the room is dizzying; it’s a little tacky, if Mingyu’s being honest. But Jihoon likes it this way. He’s proud of it, showing it off to Mingyu when the paint was still just drying. Already, Mingyu imagines himself in the room just looking at the background behind Jihoon when he called. When he spun around to boast the muralled wall, the specks of painted stars in the ceiling, and then showed him the tall mirror, Mingyu thought — there. That’s gonna be Mingyu’s spot. And Mingyu’s spot it became. The following night when he’d come over, barely out of his soft and sponsored sweater, fucking Jihoon standing. His whole length dwarfing the dimensions of the mirror’s entire height. In the morning, on the couch just across it, watching his face contort in lust, in wonder. In the heat of it, Jihoon underneath him, babbling with spit dripping down the sides of his open mouth as he let Mingyu pound him like he wanted to rip him open: You make a mess of me. Fuck. You make me something I’m not.

Jihoon makes the tiniest bit of a grunt when Mingyu cups his balls through the cloth.

He’s currently in an overseas call with a new label, one that caught his name in the album sleeve of Mingyu’s latest mini. They’re interested, he updated Mingyu earlier over the phone while he was on the drive on the way to Jihoon’s studio. He’d wanted to come over because he wanted to whine about the posts he’d seen about himself, wanted Jihoon to placate him like he always does. But Jihoon was so cheerful, cutting Mingyu off every time he tried to say anything. They want me to write them an English song, he’d said, laughing in slight disbelief.

That’s good! That’s great! Mingyu just said as he drove past Samsung Tower. He forgot to signal as he turned left, speeding a little now. He doubted anyone would flag him down, not when he’s in the middle of the moneyed streets of Gangnam.

When he arrived, Jihoon was already on the call. Camera’s turned off, though, so he twisted in his chair and waved Mingyu in. He took his shoes off. Then his coat. And his jacket. He pulled another chair and positioned himself right beside his producer.

In this muted light, with just the glow of the 32-inch iMac and the purple and childish shimmer of the studio’s lights, Jihoon looks easy. Perfectly like himself. And it lets rise an unspeakable feeling in the pit of Mingyu’s most hidden, private space.

“Oh, this isn’t polished yet, just something I’ve put together the last few days. It’s not for anyone in particular, but, um,” Jihoon is saying and then without even glancing at Mingyu who’s ogling at his screen, he’s clicking play.

The song fills the studio. It’s slow, it’s seductive. Of course, it’s good. Mingyu thinks, this should be mine.

Mingyu’s hand slips under Jihoon’s sweatpants. He instantly presses mute and gasps, leaning his head back. Mingyu grins at him sideways, teasing the tip of Jihoon’s cock with his warmed palm.

Then Jihoon unmutes himself and answers their other questions. No, not for this one. Mingyu pulls Jihoon’s pants lower. Yes, sometimes, if you need that too. He lowers his head and nips at Jihoon’s cock, before licking all of him in one long, slow and wet stripe. I will have to see how I can fit my sound into your artist’s discography. He goes down on his knee, spreading Jihoon’s legs apart. Oh, of course. He’s one of my most valued artists. Mingyu looks up at Jihoon staring at him. His mouth stretches even more open, presenting itself. Inviting Jihoon to move. Isn’t he? He makes my music come alive. Right? God, what a voice. Mingyu swallows all of Jihoon and then with his other hand, Jihoon touches his neck. He can feel under his fingers his own cock as it slides in and out of Mingyu’s throat. His eyes water. Jihoon swallows before he speaks, impressively hiding the wobble in his voice. Oh, I’m sorry. You can’t take me away from my artist full-time. Yeah — that’s right. He is. Mingyu nods, bobs his head more and more. Jihoon’s mouth flutters open. But of course, there can be other arrangements. Just let me know. He grabs the top of Mingyu’s head. Gee, it’s gotten quite late my time now. Mingyu lets his teeth glide the sides of Jihoon’s cock. Yes, of course. Just send me the invite. I’m a one-man studio so... he laughs airily just as Mingyu slides off his cock, all wet and hot, pumping him and angling the tip into his open mouth. Bye, nice speaking with your team! And Jihoon comes.

He pulls the headset off his head and pushes Mingyu down the carpeted floor. They fuck like that, shirts still on, hard and soft and rough.

“Please.”

It’s the first word he’s spoken since he’s gotten inside the studio. Earlier, he texted Jihoon to say he needed something from him. Judging by the articles spreading, Jihoon thought it was some advice. Or comfort. Or the usual pep talk he’s already memorized several variations of to mollify the child in Kim Mingyu.

“Please what?” Jihoon challenges as he slows down without pulling out. He ruts against Mingyu’s chest slowly. His eyes shimmer as they blink back tears.

“You want me to give you that song? You want me to work only just for you? You want me to tell you you’re good? That those articles are trash? That those people, those people who like you for who they think you are, they don’t really know you? You want that? You want me to tell you that all over again when this happens again next month?”

“More, more,” Mingyu begs, locking Jihoon around his long legs as he pistons up to meet Jihoon’s every heated and tight slide back down his cock.

“You want me to give you everything, don’t you, Mingyu?” Jihoon says, breathless and with the slightest spike of hurt. I could, I could. But what have you given me?

What would it have been like, if they didn’t make it? Mingyu, twenty-four, broke and perfect, singing in a small bar, every other night, coming home to Jihoon every night, a bed just big enough for someone small and someone larger. Jihoon wonders now, what it would have been like to have Mingyu just for himself.

“Yes, please,” Mingyu gasps, “everything.” His mouth hot against Jihoon’s chest as he fucks frantically up, as he busts his load inside Jihoon’s ass.

And Jihoon takes it.

“I’m no one without you,” Mingyu whispers, desperate, coming down from the high, panting and shining with sweat.

Jihoon shuts his eyes, feeling overripe and rotten, and slips out of Mingyu’s cock. Cum drips down between his legs when he gets up, looking down at a sweaty, disheveled, handsome Mingyu. Soloist and rising artist of the year. Awarded and loved. Adored and hated. Spat on one day. Dressed down in nothing but barely a ripped shirt the next. Lusted after. Jacked off to. Cried over.

Jihoon wipes himself clean. Looking at Mingyu like that, splashed by the light Jihoon loves overhead, it almost looks like the latest proof that, while pretending this does not amount to nothing is hardly ever necessary: the album, the fame, the small snippets of interviews that signal Jihoon’s existence in Mingyu’s life. The time they spend skirting around the question, the answer. What do you need from me? Why should I give it to you? I’m grateful for you, Mingyu used to say. Like a used side of an oft-rewinded tape. Over and over. Whether it was for a new demo, at the end of the promotion, onstage for an award. But a part of Jihoon feels like it’s not earned. It’s not the answer to his question.

This could be yours and more. Instead, Jihoon just says, “It’s yours. The song.” Unplugging the computer off and walking away.

I feel daddy AF

[maritimo]

Ship/Member: Seungkwan/Vernon
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Modern Setting, Sugar Daddy AU, Age Difference
Do Not Wants: Bottom Seungkwan in case you go there lols

Prompt: Accidental sugar daddying! College student or dropout Vernon meets grown ass man Seungkwan via grindr or such, Vernon loves buying things but has no money, Seungkwan hates buying things but has money. Seungkwan taking care of Vernon and indulging in his nerd collector habits etc… Also Vernon just being his arm candy

[FILL] I feel daddy AF

[citadis]

Ship/Member: seungkwan/vernon
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: aged up and ambiguously rich seungkwan, sugar daddy au, verkwanisms *waves hands*
Permission to remix: Yes

keeping the title cause it's funny lmao ❤️

***

"Hansol-ie," Seungkwan said sternly, raising a judgmental eyebrow when Hansol looked up from his preoccupation – destroying his fingernails between his teeth.

Hansol looked sheepish. "Sorry, hyung," he replied. And he meant it. Seungkwan didn't intend for it to come across as mean, and Hansol hadn't taken it that way. Seungkwan liked that about him; he knew he could be a bit of a nitpick sometimes, to the point of annoyance. An ex had described him as controlling once for not letting him go out with a dirty pair of slacks. Hansol just took Seungkwan's suggestions in stride.

Besides, biting one's nails at one the fanciest restaurants this side of the Han River was pointedly, not very classy. Seungkwan didn't expect classy from Hansol, as an early-twenty-something university student, but he could do his best to nudge him in the right direction, at least in these kinds of situations.

"Just – nervous," Hansol continued, taking a sip from his glass of too-expensive wine (from a place in Europe neither of them could pronounce) and hiding his grimace badly. Seungkwan couldn't help but be charmed by that. He was trying, and that's all Seungkwan could ask for. "And hungry."

Seungkwan's first thought was to call over one of the waiters and gently suggest that their food may take priority, but he knew Hansol would object. Instead, he set an open hand on the table, warm against the soft linen tablecloth, palm up. The younger offered his hand, the one he had been chewing on a minute earlier.

Hansol had big hands, covering Seungkwan's with his when he gave it to him.

"You're so handsome, tonight," Seungkwan said, rubbing his thumb over the back of the younger's hand. He had already told him that about five other times that evening, and that was a conservative estimate. "You fit right in, don't worry."

Tonight had been a special occasion – their six months. Seungkwan had charged Minghao with dressing up his beau. He was happy to do it himself most other times, fretting over the details maybe a bit too much to make him look perfect. But, again, tonight was special. He wanted to be surprised. And surprised he was.

Minghao took his charge seriously. And, given that Seungkwan had said there was no budget, in a good way, he went all out. Seungkwan was pretty sure Minghao had even brought him to the hairdresser to get a touch up. He really did appreciate Minghao's eye for the details – and the fact he likely dealt with them in a less overbearing way than Seungkwan did. He hoped Hansol enjoyed the experience, too.

Seungkwan only now noticed the bracelet Hansol was wearing – one of his. And not one of the several he had gifted Hansol already, but that didn't matter much. He looked up at Hansol, running a finger across it, quirking up his eyebrow again.

"I – may have stolen that," Hansol explained. "Myungho-hyung asked if there were any personal touches I wanted to add…"

"Aish, sneaky Hansol-ie," Seungkwan said, quiet and just a touch too fond for still being in public, by his quickly loosening standards. Hansol brought something out in him. "Do you want to keep it?" He added, practically out of reflex. Hansol shook his head.

"I prefer it on you, hyung." There was a hint of cheek in his voice. Seungkwan rolled his eyes.

Seungkwan just wanted to offer Hansol everything, he really couldn't help himself. His tuition, his rent, himself. Of course, Hansol politely declined most of those offers.

(I don't want to depend on you, hyung. I just want to be your boyfriend, Hansol had explained one time, after a tipsy Seungkwan had written Hansol a cheque for an obscene amount when Hansol had whined about his roommate cheaping out on takeout.

As much as that could have hurt Seungkwan, and maybe it did sting for a moment, he knew what Hansol meant. And it was probably better that way, in the long term. Hansol really did like him and, well – he really liked Hansol too. The word boyfriend rang in his mind for a few days after that.)

The offers Hansol didn't decline were mostly for things Seungkwan would previously have described as juvenile, probably. He gained a new understanding and – appreciation for it when Hansol would enthusiastically demonstrate how some new toy contraption related to some superhero movie franchise worked. Seungkwan didn't really get it but it made him happy to see Hansol excited and so full of glee at these things.

Seungkwan had been inspecting Hansol's hands, feeling his fingernails (Let me buy you a nice hand cream, Hansol-ah. And maybe you should come with me next time I get my nails done), when the food was finally delivered to their table. Seungkwan realized how engrossed he had been in examining Hansol's hands, finally letting his hand go and looking up to see the younger looking at him fondly. Seungkwan couldn't help but look away, shy, before quickly reverting all his attention back to Hansol.

Phones at the table were generally frowned upon at such a high-class establishment but – he couldn't help himself from pulling his out and snapping a picture of Hansol, eagerly holding his fork and knife in front of a substantial steak. He was cute, even all dolled up in a three-piece suit.

Seungkwan did eventually manage to eat his meal despite the distraction, and Hansol finished his glass of wine despite his obvious distaste for it.

"Was it good?" Seungkwan asked. It better have been. Hansol nodded, rubbing his stomach cutely.

"Thank you, hyung," Hansol said, though he didn't need to. "This was really nice – everything. I'm happy about us."

Hansol was particularly cute when he was candid, and a bit tipsy.

"Me too, Hansol" Seungkwan grabbed his hand across the table again, hardly able to get enough of his touch. "Now, do you want dessert here, or at the hotel?"

svt, chuunibyo, & other delusions!

[sanchen]

Ship/Member: dino, any (he doesnt have to be the chuuni) (gen or non-gen either is fine)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: general chuuni shenanigans! doesnt have to be based on the anime just the concept is lovely too. the more cringe the better
Do Not Wants: (big) age difference

Prompt: chuunibyou, or second year disease, is that stage in life where you believe you're Not Like Other Humans. maybe you think you're descended from the heavens, or you're in possession of otherworldly powers. AU where some poor soul in seventeen is afflicted with this disease.

if we were enemies...or not?

[netballgal1]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: NA
Additional Tags: NA
Do Not Wants: No MCD please?

Prompt: I saw this twitter post recently and was like !!!!!! I bet the 17hols fic fillers could do some great things with the main idea/comments! (I guess this could also fit in R3 but will prompt now while I still remember this post exists 😅)

Main idea: two villains falling in love, with their relationship ending in an unforgiveable betrayal, what would their last moment be? SVT in a superheroes/supervillains AU

[FILL] A knife to the heart

[saintcirilla]

Ship/Member: SoonWoo/Soonyoung/Wonwoo
Major Tags: Betrayal, Pain, Denial, Character's death
Additional Tags: Violence, Mention of blood and death
Permission to remix: Yes

I've been hooked on The Witcher so I used the betrayal part there a little in here, do not fret if you haven't watched the series I didn't make it that confusing.


________

Wonwoo huffed as he pulled his sword out of the soldier's upper abdomen, his black waters of blood flowing out like a pure rush of a river. He sighed and looked at the men he had either knocked their heads against the wall or gushed his sword and bring their insides out, lying cold on the floor.

"Ciri" He calls out once he got back to his senses, the dominance of The Elixir in his veins fading as he calls out for his daughter's name.

"Cirilla!" He turned, he eyed every corner and walked through the empty hallways yet there's still no sign of his platinum blonde daughter. He remembered well that she is with his lover or much called his husband.

"Soonyoung!" He jogs his way out of the castle as he knew the intentions Soonyoung had on Cirilla, the eyes his husband was giving his daughter the very first day he saw her. As a mage who lost his power Wonwoo knows Soonyoung will use his daughter to bring back what was lost.

His husband never recovered after absorbing the truth that he can no longer do magic, that he can no longer enter the realm of chaos and that he is can no longer be called a mage.

Power was everything to Soonyoung and power was everything he had back when he had nothing, Wonwoo understands that but at the same time he doesn't.

"Cirilla! Soonyoung!" He walked through a few dead bodies littered on the floor, Cintran armies who came to take his daughter away from him- stripping his fatherly rights because the original one had come back.

He thought Soonyoung was with him on protecting his child, he thought Soonyoung was his ally on keeping his Cirilla safe from the danger of the world and he thought Soonyoung would have no other intent than love Cirilla like his own because she is Wonwoo's daughter.

Even if it was based on the lines drew by the Law of Surprise, Cirilla mattered to Wonwoo than anyone else. Cirilla is irreplaceable and Cirilla is the only one that holds a grip on his heart.

Cirilla mattered more than Soonyoung.

Much much more than anyone could ever know.

He reached the throne room of Cintra and he saw Soonyoung there standing in front of Cirilla's lying almost-corpse "C-Ciri" Wonwoo dashed to his daughter, putting pressure on the big wound placed above her chest. Her white elegant dress stained with her own blood, her green emerald eyes shaking as she barely breathes and her lips quivering "W-Wonwoo" she whispers "I-I'm scared" Wonwoo saw how her tears rolled out of her eyes easily.

Cirilla was a headstrong child, his Cirilla never admitted that she was scared even of how many times her life was put to danger. Cirilla never spoke of her fears even if the room was pitch dark or when she was left alone in a cave. She only admits she is scared when she's being torn away from Wonwoo.

Simple moments of his father leaving for hunting as she refused to stay inside her bedroom and insists to tag along "I'm afraid a bear will attack you out there" she once said as an excuse and then the following excuses contains of her being afraid of leaving Wonwoo or of saying farewells to him.

"I-I need you w-with me always" She raised her left hand to cup the side of her father's cheek "S-So I will be with you always" she smiled, her opaque tears flowing as her left hand fell and clutched on her father's necklace; a sign of a witcher.

She closed her eyes and chanted a few phrases in Elder language and for Wonwoo his eyes has been pouring out tears non-stop "N-No! You can't leave me like this" he pleads, holding onto Cirilla's body as he willed her to sit up "You're strong I-I know you are, please Ciri"

"You can't leave! I won't let you!"

"You have to" Ciri whispers, her breath rigid as her chest started to rise and fall more shorter and faster "You have to let me go" she murmurs touching her father's beautiful silver locks, twirling her fingers onto a strand like she always does "I promise that in another life, I will be with you again" she states smiling as blood seeps out her eyes along with her tears, her fingertips began to turn black and her cheeks that once flushed pink was turning pale.

"You will always be my father, a father I never had" She pulled the wolf medallion of her father's necklace and kissed it "I will always be yours, your lovely daughter"

With the power left in Ciri's veins she poured all her memories with Wonwoo on the necklace so whenever he'd think of her she will always be there to acknowledge that she will think of him too.

"You will always be important to me, my Cirilla" Wonwoo whispers, sobs uncontrollably coming out of his mouth just like how fast his tears are flowing out of his eyes "You will always matter to me the most, my lion cub"

Cirilla smiled as she drinks in the last image of his father crying as he looked down on her "You will always be my number one" Wonwoo said, his heart built of metal was poured with lava melting it and then crushing it as pain overthrew his sanity.

"You matter to me the most too.... Father" And with one last sigh Cirilla lost the life in his eyes, the joy in his smile and the warmth in his hands.

Cirilla...was gone.

"Jeon Soonyoung!" Wonwoo stood up to face Soonyoung's face evident the regret and fear from it "You killed her!"

"I-I didn't mean t-to" Soonyoung stutters, he was eaten by the desire of having his powers back, his old life back and his hope back. Too eaten by the idea of glory he didn't notice he stabbed Cirilla in the chest while thinking of it.

"I swear! I didn't mean to"

Wonwoo wrapped both of his large hands around Soonyoung's neck "If you didn't mean to she wouldn't be lying there! Dead!" Soonyoung coughed as Wonwoo continued to squeeze his throat planning on closing Soonyoung's airways as soon as possible "She didn't do anything wrong in fact she tried to love you! Accept you as a part of me! As my lover for fuck's sake!"

Soonyoung could see how much pain is eating up Wonwoo's insides, how much he's being held captive of his own grief and how much Wonwoo is willing to end Soonyoung's life in exchange of how he ended Cirilla's.

"P-Please" Soonyoung tried to grasp for air as he stared right into Wonwoo's eyes filled with rage, tears and pain.

"I trusted you" Wonwoo eased his grip and slowly let Soonyoung stand back on his feet "I trusted your love for me that you would love her too, unconditionally" Evident in Wonwoo's voice was disappointment and anger, sorrow and longing.

"But you failed me" He turned his back on Soonyoung to look at his daughter's life less body "You took my life away from me, Soonyoung" he then picked up his sword from the ground "You took the light of my life and you knew that was never you, the purpose of my beating heart was never you" he turned to face Soonyoung's structure "My daughter was all I had before you came, all I wished to have for the rest of my days and she was linked to me by destiny"

"Destiny can fuck off, yes. but I can't say that because it brought me the most important person there is in this world"

Wonwoo raised his sword to Soonyoung's neck "I won't kill you as a lover but I will kill you... "

"As a father"

Soonyoung closed his eyes as he met his doom; betraying the loving father who wished he had given more of the world to his daughter.

But the sword didn't meet a surface to his skin, he heard a heavy metal clank and fall on the floor. Soonyoung opened his eyes and saw Wonwoo backing away, returning to his daughter's body as he hugged the remains of his beautiful Cirilla.

"Go and never come back" Wonwoo says "I thought you were going to give me the world but you were wrong... "

Wonwoo smiled as he caressed Cirilla's cheek "She was my world and you took her away from me"

Soonyoung turned away from Wonwoo and walked out of the throne room, his chest heavy and his mind hazy. He kept on walking even after he heard Wonwoo's scream; a scream of agony and unbelievable pain.

He kept on walking as the image of Cirilla smiling stuck in his head.

A permanent punishment the lion cub of Cintra gave to him because he was the one who shed her blood and pierced a dagger to her heart.

He killed the only lion the white wolf ever took care of and he broke that said wolf.

He broke every piece of him when he stabbed a knife to the heart of Princess Cirilla of Cintra

oh my god they were roommates

[replaydebut]

Ship/Member: verkwan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: exes to lovers, roommates, relationship re-evaluation, awkward sex maybe?
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: verkwan were roommates who started sleeping together/dating/had some kind of relationship. they had a weird/messy break up and moved out, but have recently reconnected (up to you how they reconnect) and realized they still have feelings (or if previously they were fwb, they realize they have feelings for the very first time..up to you how you wanna do it!)

Re: [FILL] oh my god they were roommates

[greycheonsa]

Ship/Member: seungkwan/vernon
Tags: modern au, exes to ??, miscommunication, semi-open ending
Permission to remix: Please ask

first time writing verkwan and first time writing seungkwan pov! hope it doesn't suck. sorry if this doesn't give you quite the closure you were looking for but i was trying to get this out kinda quick haha

will comment w/an ao3 link if i xpost!

***

despite what his friends might have you think, seungkwan prefers to keep his life as drama-free as possible.

(that doesn't mean that drama doesn't follow him, mind you. it means that he simply tries his best to not invite drama into his life.)

one of the ways he does this is by keeping his love life as clean as possible. no messing around with friends, coworkers, or other people he had pre-existing relationships with, no relationships without defined labels, and no getting back together with exes.

(he'd made one exception ages ago for a roommate he'd met straight out of college--they were both new to the district and he'd been the most beautiful boy seungkwan had ever laid his eyes on. it was great until it wasn't. turns out seungkwan thought that hanging out nearly 24/7 for nearly two years, fucking exclusively, and meeting each other's families meant that they were serious. hansol, on the other hand, apparently never got the memo, and just said i'll miss you when seungkwan mentioned that he was considering accepting a promotion that would relocate him to another city.)

it begins like any other day, except not. seungkwan's usual favorite cafe is apparently closed for remodeling for at least the next two months, according to the piece of paper taped to the inside of the window. ordinarily, seungkwan would give up for the morning and resign himself to the swill the top brass have decided to consider coffee until he can research an appropriate substitute, but he's got two looming deadlines coming up and he doesn't think he can face it on stale, watery grounds.

so after a quick naver search for cafes in his immediate vicinity, he takes a left and follows the directions until he comes to a stop in front of beans n' more, which is one of the weirder names seungkwan's ever heard for a coffee shop, but still not the weirdest, so whatever.

he queues up, not bothering to look at the menu because he only ever gets the same thing. the line moves quickly, and seungkwan's about to rattle off his order at the register when he realizes he's face-to-face with a beanie pulled down low, just over a pair of eyes that seungkwan wishes he could forget.

of course he'd fucking run into his ex(?) behind the counter in the coffee shop he'd chosen on a whim. of fucking course. whoever's pulling the strings behind seungkwan's life must really have it out for him. he bets it's his coworker-turned-grudging-friend jeonghan, because if jeonghan hasn't had his monthly chaos fix he'll do something to cause it.

"oh, hey seungkwan," hansol greets, unflappable as ever. as if it had only been three days since they'd last seen each other instead of three years. "large iced americano, right?"

seungkwan nods mutely, handing over his credit card, then nods again when hansol chuckles and says "no worries, dude. on the house." he's fully aware that he's being rude by not even saying <i>thank you,</i> but he has a suspicion that if he opens his mouth he's going to scream.

"your order will be out shortly," hansol says. "thanks for stopping by."

hansol smiles at him, too-wide for the occasion. his lips are in dire need of chapstick, as they always are.

but seungkwan can't tell him off, because now they're strangers and that would be weird and the customer behind him is already giving him a side eye because he's about two seconds away from holding up the line. so seungkwan heads over to the drink pickup area and pretends he's not sneaking glances at hansol while he stares at his twitter feed.

"large iced americano for seungkwan!" someone who isn't hansol yells. 

his drink has been topped with a vacuum-sealed lid and placed in a bag. immediately, seungkwan knows who's behind it and he hates that he's been seen through so acutely.

he doesn't end up being able to drink his coffee until well past nine, much to his despair, since his boss decided to demand his attention immediately after seungkwan set down his work bag. when he is finally able to catch a break, he cuts open the knot at the top of the bag and pulls out the cup, half-expecting to find a watery, separated mess but is instead surprised to see that the color of his drink looks about right.

he stabs through the top of the cup and takes a long sip, closing his eyes to savor it.

the coffee is perfect--not too strong but not too watery, smooth with just a faint hint of fruity acidity at the end. he's been loyal to my day's coffee for two years, but he might just have to break up with it. kim mingyu clearly can't pull shots like whoever's working the espresso machine at beans n' more.

(seungkwan doesn't want to think about who it might be. he's really not thinking about it at all.)

he's drunk through half the cup before he realizes that there's something written on the cup--the black marker had been obscured by the dark beverage.

im on break at 2, says the sharpie scrawled on the clear plastic. ig u kno where to find me

seungkwan is half-tempted to dump the rest of it down the sink out of spite alone, but continues sucking down his caffeinated bean water as he types away furiously for a corporation that frankly doesn't deserve his dedication, but will get it because he needs money to survive in this economy.

 

seungkwan has half a mind to not show up at the cafe, but in the end his desire to not be seen as rude wins out.

it's not because he wants to seen hansol again. it really isn't.

beans n' more is relatively empty at two in the afternoon; there are a couple of people with laptops out and headphones on, but it's nothing like the morning rush.

a familiar beanie-clad figure is leaning against the counter, poking away on his phone. his head perks up when the front door bell chimes as seungkwan steps through the threshold. 

"hey seungkwan," hansol says. he's still wearing his apron. there's a little dancing coffee bean on the front that seungkwan didn't notice earlier. "long time no see. i mean, if you don't count this morning."

"yeah," seungkwan replies. "thanks for the coffee. sorry i didn't say it earlier."

hansol shrugs. "i kinda figured there was something else on your mind."

"is that why you told me when your break was?" seungkwan asks. now that he's face to face with hansol like this, having some semblance of a real conversation, he's finding it real difficult to keep things light.

there's a wry little quirk to the corner of hansol's mouth. "yeah. only, i wasn't really sure what we should talk about if you came back. i kept thinking about it during the rest of my morning shift. i'm lucky i didn't screw up anyone's order too badly."

"your lips are chapped," seungkwan blurts out. "please. did you throw out all the lip balm i left behind?" like you all but threw me out, too?

"god, i missed you," hansol sighs. there's something like a precursor to a laugh on his lips. "i really did."

i missed you, too, seungkwan doesn't say. "good," he huffs, and hansol does actually chuckle at that.

"look, we should talk about this more sometime. for real," hansol says. "we... we didn't leave things on a good note, and i regret it a lot. i feel like us crossing paths again is a sign, you feel?"

damn hansol for playing right into seungkwan's romantic sensibilities, with his stupid sincere pretty eyes.

there's a part of seungkwan, the stubborn part, that's telling him no. he broke your heart once, who's to say he'll never do it again?

but there's another part that seungkwan can't quite identify that's saying "fine. i'm free on friday evening."

"cool. how 'bout you stop by on friday morning, and i'll tell you where to meet me?"

"bold of you to assume i'd want to come back here," seungkwan sniffs. "how do you know i even like your coffee?"

"because i made it." hansol grins, and seungkwan's heart does an awful little flippy thing, and as much as seungkwan would like to think that he's above such nonsense, the fact of the matter is that hansol is, as he often is, infuriatingly right.

he's already broken his rules for hansol once. what's one more time?

헤븐틴 au

[citadis]

Ship/Member: any, gen if you want
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: holy water cooler talk
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: the white suits from the debate night 3 gosev episodes inspired a lot of fanart of seventeen as angels working in a heavenly bureacracy. Ever since I've been obsessed with seventeen as angelic paper pushers. Seraphic civil servants, if you will.

Term search 헤븐틴 on twitter for inspiration, but I've included links to some of my faves!
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POKÉMON au

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: Any, seokmin/mingyu? seungkwan/chan? jihoon/seungcheol? i sincerely don't mind, the the world is yr (cl)oyster
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: rivalsss, childhoodfriendisms...
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt: pokemon trainer au is always a hit innit. i would love to see some sorta tense rivalry, not grimdark or edgy but just an exploration of a rship that happens to take place within the framework of the pokemon universe lol. the typical protagonist/rival narrative? gym leaders? a disgraced champion? just imagine the possibilities!!!

we were so beautiful

[kwontent]

Ship/Member: ensemble cast, ship as u will
Major Tags: misfits AU, delinquents get superpowers
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None, go crazy

Prompt: community service fucking sucks. getting stuck in a freak lightning storm fucking sucks. waking up with superpowers... okay, that's pretty cool.

consider: jeonghan, annoying as all fuck, is now immortal. everyone soonyoung touches wants to sleep with him. seungkwan can hear what everyone is thinking. wonwoo keeps turning invisible. mingyu can run through time.

(this is my cast but feel free to assign ur own people/powers! just want a misfits au where they're dysfunctional and powerful and have no idea what they're doing)

the last five years

[shuamuses]

Ship/Member: Any, though honorable mentions for seokmin/joshua
Major Tags: angst
Additional Tags: boys with big feelings, break-up/falling out of love, re-evaluating relationships, timeskips?
Do Not Wants: MCD

Prompt: the last five years au! give me the unraveling of a relationship where one person is (or at least seems to be) happily moving on while the other party is stuck in that moment of devastation. music insp. still hurting / the last five years + right where you left me / taylor swift !!!

the history of gods

[madeoutcreek]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: sci-fi, existentialism, the general sense of doom and wretchedness that advanced tech inherently instills in human minds
Do Not Wants: None. it can be gory

Prompt: ex machina (2014) au.... maybe this is too niche but i'm holding out hope. the plot specifics aren't exactly necessary it's really more about the vibes of humanoid robots and the kinds of connections and projections humans form with them throughout the genre (think black mirror and stuff) anyways go crazy

suggested listening

[slytherminie]

Ship/Member: Any, (maybe soonyoung/mingyu?)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: vivid dreams, seeing the future
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt: while you were sleeping au!!! character A having dreams of the future and seeing mostly other people's deaths, being saved from their own death by character B, their new neighbour who they detest (and who also saw the death of A in their dreams.)
if you want to know more here's the plot. bonus points if you add also character C, who has dreams about both of them, and make it ot3. mwah.