Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Minghao (i'm sorry i couldn't do a pure 96z ship but i felt that minghao fit a bit better into the vibe i was going for) Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: gangs, these violent delights au, LESBIANS, sexual tension-ish, lovers to enemies to undefined??(background) Permission to remix: Yes a/n: hi op i do not think this was what you had in mind when you were prompting but i went into a bit of a fugue state and came up with this within like two hours so i thought i'd put it out here. i did a little bit of background research on the context of these violent delights but their dynamic in here isn't exactly adherent to what roma and juliette have in the book. regardless, i hope you enjoy??
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“So, talk.” Words strategic between her teeth. No preamble. Door banging shut. Feline gait. Such have always been Minghao’s signature style. Soonyoung, despite the years that have severed their contact, still knows these intricacies of her personality like they’re well-worn into her mind. Maybe they are. Maybe she’s been playing this image of Minghao on loop since correspondence last arrived detailing this meeting. Minghao, billowing through her duties, the blooming bud of the White Flowers, at the zenith of the pyramid. She looks every bit the criminal queen she is.
Despite her thoughts, Soonyoung grins at her lazily, lounging upon an armchair like her personal throne, thumbing absent-mindedly at the chain belt at her waist.
“No greetings for me?” She pouts, rising languidly, stretching her arms above her head in a way that she knows shows the slim of her waist tantalizingly. “No welcome back, I miss you, you look stunning tonight?”
Minghao rolls her eyes elegantly, sliding, graceful as a swan, onto the corner of the desk that stands against the wall. Her skirt rides up, revealing inches of pale skin. One thigh-high-heel-booted foot gets hooked behind her calf. A hand adorned with heavy rings tucks a stray strand of hair behind Minghao’s ear.
“I don’t bother with pointless formalities,” Minghao says, leaning back on her hands. One thin strap slides off her shoulder. Soonyoung has an inexplicable urge to bite her exposed shoulder.
“They’re not pointless to me,” Soonyoung says, her voice quieting. Minghao’s eyes sharpen.
“Not now, Soonyoung, we have matters to discuss.” They do indeed. The fact that Minghao’s even deigned to be in this room with Soonyoung is saying a lot about the urgency of the current situation.
“So, we’re doing this together.” Soonyoung stops two feet from Minghao’s perch on the desk. Even sitting down, Minghao’s at eye-level with Soonyoung. It shouldn’t still affect her the way it does.
“We both know the consequences of this alliance,” Minghao states, gaze piercing on Soonyoung. She nods firmly. Neither Mrs. Xu or Mrs. Kwon would take lightly to their joining, especially not the latter. Mrs. Kwon had been vicious in the cracking down of Soonyoung’s romantic dalliances, had banished her across the ocean, hoping that the mess in the West could drive some sense into her head. It clearly hasn’t, for the very subject of Soonyoung’s exile and heartbreak stands breathtakingly in front of her, and Soonyoung still finds herself at Minghao’s command, almost unwillingly. She might still kneel if Minghao asks it of her.
“This will take extreme caution,” Minghao is saying, not privy to the downward spiral Soonyoung’s thoughts are taking. She listens distractedly, eyes on the way Minghao’s fingers fiddle with the hem of her skirt. Belatedly, Soonyoung realizes Minghao has stopped talking, her hand still on her upper thigh. Soonyoung’s breath disappears.
When she meets Minghao’s eyes they’ve hardened, gleaming maliciously like a blade rotated five degrees to hit the light. She presses off the desk in one fluid movement. Soonyoung takes a step back instinctively. She watches as Minghao’s lips curve in response, a wicked and merciless smile that has lost all kindness.
“Why are you backing away, Soonyoungie,” she purrs, sauntering closer, a sharp nail trailing the edge of Soonyoung’s jaw, “are you scared?”
“Never of you,” Soonyoung snaps, stiffening her posture. Minghao’s smile turns condescending. Her hand drops. Soonyoung feels electric.
“If you say so.” She turns away. “We will head this investigation together. The situation calls for it, the city needs us.”
“You say this as if you’re doing this out of sheer benevolence,” Soonyoung sneers, trying to gain the upper hand, outsmart Minghao, “you say this as if you aren’t invested in some personal gain.”
“Of course I am,” Minghao replies coolly, knocking the wind out of Soonyoung’s sails, “are you telling me you have no private pursuits lodged in this investigation?”
Of course I do, Soonyoung says in her head bitterly, it’s you. It’s always been you. In real life she squares her shoulders and says nothing.
Between them the silence is so brittle it could snap. Soonyoung smashes it to pieces with a hurled tight fist of words.
“What do you have to gain out of this?” She shoots, glaring at the graceful (always so goddamn graceful, Xu Minghao) curve of Minghao’s neck. “Other than the satisfaction of toying with me a second time?” Minghao knows exactly what she’s referring to, and this sickly satisfaction Soonyoung feels for a second is nothing compared to the gut punch of Minghao’s next words.
“Perhaps, you,” Minghao says softly, turning around. Her face has softened a fraction, silvered by the moonlight. Dusk has fallen outside; Shanghai’s streets are still busy as ever. But the noise is muted by the buzzing in Soonyoung’s ears.
“Don’t play with me, Xu Minghao,” Soonyoung spits, teeth bared, eyes feral. Minghao looks genuinely surprised by this reaction, as though she had still expected unconditional trust from Soonyoung. She would have almost given it.
Foolish. Foolish.
“I won’t fall for your games a second time,” Soonyoung snarls, backing away. She doesn’t turn around by the door to see the way Minghao’s face has fallen into pain and shadow. She looks small, and lost, weighed down by the burdens of her throne.
Soonyoung lets the door close between them with a resounding crash.
[FILL] these violent delights au
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: gangs, these violent delights au, LESBIANS, sexual tension-ish, lovers to enemies to undefined??(background)
Permission to remix: Yes
a/n: hi op i do not think this was what you had in mind when you were prompting but i went into a bit of a fugue state and came up with this within like two hours so i thought i'd put it out here. i did a little bit of background research on the context of these violent delights but their dynamic in here isn't exactly adherent to what roma and juliette have in the book. regardless, i hope you enjoy??
***
“So, talk.” Words strategic between her teeth. No preamble. Door banging shut. Feline gait. Such have always been Minghao’s signature style. Soonyoung, despite the years that have severed their contact, still knows these intricacies of her personality like they’re well-worn into her mind. Maybe they are. Maybe she’s been playing this image of Minghao on loop since correspondence last arrived detailing this meeting. Minghao, billowing through her duties, the blooming bud of the White Flowers, at the zenith of the pyramid. She looks every bit the criminal queen she is.
Despite her thoughts, Soonyoung grins at her lazily, lounging upon an armchair like her personal throne, thumbing absent-mindedly at the chain belt at her waist.
“No greetings for me?” She pouts, rising languidly, stretching her arms above her head in a way that she knows shows the slim of her waist tantalizingly. “No welcome back, I miss you, you look stunning tonight?”
Minghao rolls her eyes elegantly, sliding, graceful as a swan, onto the corner of the desk that stands against the wall. Her skirt rides up, revealing inches of pale skin. One thigh-high-heel-booted foot gets hooked behind her calf. A hand adorned with heavy rings tucks a stray strand of hair behind Minghao’s ear.
“I don’t bother with pointless formalities,” Minghao says, leaning back on her hands. One thin strap slides off her shoulder. Soonyoung has an inexplicable urge to bite her exposed shoulder.
“They’re not pointless to me,” Soonyoung says, her voice quieting. Minghao’s eyes sharpen.
“Not now, Soonyoung, we have matters to discuss.” They do indeed. The fact that Minghao’s even deigned to be in this room with Soonyoung is saying a lot about the urgency of the current situation.
“So, we’re doing this together.” Soonyoung stops two feet from Minghao’s perch on the desk. Even sitting down, Minghao’s at eye-level with Soonyoung. It shouldn’t still affect her the way it does.
“We both know the consequences of this alliance,” Minghao states, gaze piercing on Soonyoung. She nods firmly. Neither Mrs. Xu or Mrs. Kwon would take lightly to their joining, especially not the latter. Mrs. Kwon had been vicious in the cracking down of Soonyoung’s romantic dalliances, had banished her across the ocean, hoping that the mess in the West could drive some sense into her head. It clearly hasn’t, for the very subject of Soonyoung’s exile and heartbreak stands breathtakingly in front of her, and Soonyoung still finds herself at Minghao’s command, almost unwillingly. She might still kneel if Minghao asks it of her.
“This will take extreme caution,” Minghao is saying, not privy to the downward spiral Soonyoung’s thoughts are taking. She listens distractedly, eyes on the way Minghao’s fingers fiddle with the hem of her skirt. Belatedly, Soonyoung realizes Minghao has stopped talking, her hand still on her upper thigh. Soonyoung’s breath disappears.
When she meets Minghao’s eyes they’ve hardened, gleaming maliciously like a blade rotated five degrees to hit the light. She presses off the desk in one fluid movement. Soonyoung takes a step back instinctively. She watches as Minghao’s lips curve in response, a wicked and merciless smile that has lost all kindness.
“Why are you backing away, Soonyoungie,” she purrs, sauntering closer, a sharp nail trailing the edge of Soonyoung’s jaw, “are you scared?”
“Never of you,” Soonyoung snaps, stiffening her posture. Minghao’s smile turns condescending. Her hand drops. Soonyoung feels electric.
“If you say so.” She turns away. “We will head this investigation together. The situation calls for it, the city needs us.”
“You say this as if you’re doing this out of sheer benevolence,” Soonyoung sneers, trying to gain the upper hand, outsmart Minghao, “you say this as if you aren’t invested in some personal gain.”
“Of course I am,” Minghao replies coolly, knocking the wind out of Soonyoung’s sails, “are you telling me you have no private pursuits lodged in this investigation?”
Of course I do, Soonyoung says in her head bitterly, it’s you. It’s always been you. In real life she squares her shoulders and says nothing.
Between them the silence is so brittle it could snap. Soonyoung smashes it to pieces with a hurled tight fist of words.
“What do you have to gain out of this?” She shoots, glaring at the graceful (always so goddamn graceful, Xu Minghao) curve of Minghao’s neck. “Other than the satisfaction of toying with me a second time?” Minghao knows exactly what she’s referring to, and this sickly satisfaction Soonyoung feels for a second is nothing compared to the gut punch of Minghao’s next words.
“Perhaps, you,” Minghao says softly, turning around. Her face has softened a fraction, silvered by the moonlight. Dusk has fallen outside; Shanghai’s streets are still busy as ever. But the noise is muted by the buzzing in Soonyoung’s ears.
“Don’t play with me, Xu Minghao,” Soonyoung spits, teeth bared, eyes feral. Minghao looks genuinely surprised by this reaction, as though she had still expected unconditional trust from Soonyoung. She would have almost given it.
Foolish. Foolish.
“I won’t fall for your games a second time,” Soonyoung snarls, backing away. She doesn’t turn around by the door to see the way Minghao’s face has fallen into pain and shadow. She looks small, and lost, weighed down by the burdens of her throne.
Soonyoung lets the door close between them with a resounding crash.
It takes her ten minutes to force herself away.