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2022 Round 2: AUs
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✧ Seventeen Holidays ✧
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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).
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Have you considered trying for the 17hols hall of fame? The categories are: Exactly 400 Words, Year of the Tiger, Five of a Kind and the Rarest Pair. ▽ Click for More Info ▽Exactly 400 words: your fill is the absolute minimum word count. Well done you cold curt succinct savage. Year of the Tiger: in celebration of 2022, we will also celebrate anyone who supports this agenda (context: burn your ears). 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.) Navigation
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chronic hanahaki
Major Tags: Chronic Hanahaki, chronic illness, sickfic
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt: Chronic Hanahaki! based on these tumblr posts: https://professorsparklepants.tumblr.com/post/190413915845/not-enough-chronic-illness-in-fanfic-shout-out-to
[FILL] the part of me that's already buried
Major Tags: Hanahaki disease, chronic illness
Additional Tags: vomiting, implied (very minor) character death
Permission to remix: Please ask
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The producers like it, at least. After all, what’s more romantic than being chronically heartbroken, spitting out flower petals as a sign of true love?
The reality of it is different, of course. Uglier. A cough that never goes away, a chronic itch at the back of the throat. The occasional flare up, disrupting work or sleep to go cough over a toilet until something comes up, retching sounds loud enough to be unmistakeable.
When Seungcheol got it just after debut everyone at the company was worried, but they’d still put out a press release. Seungcheol told Minghao later that he regretted letting them do it, that if he could go back he would have made a different decision, but Minghao isn’t sure how much say he really had in the first place. The sick part is that it did help Seungcheol’s image — softened him, gave him a sensitive side that fans couldn’t see before — tough on the outside, but tender on the inside. Strong yet delicate. Even now, it still comes up when anyone talks about Seventeen’s leader S.Coups.
No one knew about Minghao yet back then. He was still holding it like a secret, breathing through the urge to cough and drinking twice as much water at practice as anyone else, hoping against his own better judgment that moving so far away would be enough to fix it.
Seungcheol’s condition cleared up in few months — Minghao never asked him what happened, if he talked to that person to clear the air or if the feelings just faded with time.
Seungcheol got better, but Minghao didn’t.
*
The coughing wakes him up in the middle of the night, unwelcome but familiar, and Minghao sits up on instinct to try to clear it, taking slow breaths as he reaches for the water he always keeps on the nightstand.
As he sets the glass back he looks over towards Junhui’s bed to see if he’s still awake, one hand coming up to clutch his chest when he sees the faint light from the window reflected in Junhui’s open eyes.
“Jesus,” Minghao breathes, laughing a little before he forces himself to let out another breath. Junhui doesn’t say anything, just watches him with silent, slowly blinking eyes. Minghao feels himself sliding down the pillows, too tired to stay upright for real, his own eyes drifting shut. Silence spreads between them, as familiar as it is lonely.
“Still?”
Junhui’s voice comes suddenly, so quiet it’s barely audible against the hum of the air conditioner.
Minghao stills, but he doesn’t open his eyes.
He doesn’t answer, either. He knows Junhui doesn’t really need him to.
*
“You should have fallen in love with me,” Seokmin says on a burst of nervous laughter, rubbing one hand up and down Minghao’s back as Minghao presses his head between his knees and tries to breathe. He didn’t disrupt filming, at least — they took a break to reset the lighting, and they’re doing solo shots next. Minghao will just have to go last. He’s sure he can pull himself together before then.
“I would have loved you back,” Seokmin continues. He sounds really genuine about it, like it’s that simple. Like it’s something he could make himself do.
Maybe it is, for Seokmin. He’s full of love in general, the kind words that flow out of him standing worlds apart from the miserable dead things Minghao coughs up.
Speaking of —
Minghao groans and leans forward as a deep cough shudders through him, wincing when he has no choice but to spit it out. He hates this part so much — it burns on the way up, something sharp poking at the back of his throat, and when Minghao leans forward to expect it he sees a tiny sprig with just one tiny blossom, sad and sodden in a puddle of bile on the floor.
“Sorry,” he says, flushing, twisting to look for a staff member. He usually carries tissues but they’re filming — bad timing in more ways than one. Seokmin pushes him down before he can stand, though, hands warm on his shoulders.
“Stay,” he says firmly, holding a finger to Minghao’s mouth when he tries to protest until Minghao nods, miserably, and stays.
*
“You really can’t keep doing this,” Mingyu says in the car on the way home from the airport, frowning when Minghao takes in another rattling breath, struggling against the obstruction in his lungs. It’ll feel better if he just coughs it out, he knows, but it’ll hurt so badly on the way up that it’s still hard to make himself do it. He can’t now, anyway. They’re still in the car.
“It’s not on purpose,” Minghao bites out, annoyed. Mingyu knows that — he knows Mingyu knows.
Sure enough Mingyu sighs, some of his impatience leaking out with it. One big hand comes to rest on the back of Minghao’s neck, thumb rubbing against his hairline. Minghao doesn't shrug it off.
“I know.” Mingyu’s voice is very quiet. “I’m sorry.”
Minghao shrugs.
“Inho-hyung — he went with us to Saipan, remember? The one who always wore that red cap — he said that if you talk to the person it can really — ”
“I can’t,” Minghao cuts in, voice flat, as firm as he can get it when he still can’t take a proper breath.
“But — ” Mingyu starts, but Minghao cuts him off again.
“I can’t,” he repeats, and Mingyu stares at him in confusion until —
“Oh,” he says faintly. “Oh god, Myungho, I didn’t — ”
“It’s fine,” Minghao lies, the words heavy like dead things in his mouth. Dead, like —
He swallows hard against the bile that threatens to rise up.
“I didn’t know,” Mingyu finishes on a whisper, eyes wide, so much sympathy Minghao has to look away.
When they get back to the dorm he’s up all night coughing, loud enough to earn a u ok? text from Vernon, followed immediately by a questioning knock against their shared wall. Minghao knocks back right away as he types out an apologetic response, exhausted and humiliated and alone, always alone.
He doesn’t regret it, even now. His head and stomach ache from coughing and the back of his throat burns, but he still doesn’t consider giving it up.
After all — if he lets this go, what will be left? If Minghao doesn’t hold onto the memory, who will?
Minghao’s afraid of forgetting most of all.
Re: [FILL] the part of me that's already buried
Re: [FILL] the part of me that's already buried
And I'm also so obsessed with how you wrote the hanahaki too, it felt so physical and awful, rooted in real world sick, but twisted up. This is SUCH an interesting take on an already interesting take, you took the chronic aspect and then went a whole nother step forward and it works so so well . Like. This hit so hard. It was so good, I loved it so much!! !! !!