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2022 Round 2: AUs
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Status: Closed
This round has closed. It remains open for fills, comments and remixes, but prompts are no longer accepted.
✧ Seventeen Holidays ✧
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).
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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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this song is for you!!!
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: The highs and lows of being in a rock band? touring big, fancy venues and meeting adoring fans? live shows for a very small, very uncaring audience? passion vs the eternal struggle of earning your keep? just making and playing music with your bros... etc etc open for anything
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt: SVT ROCK BAND AU!!!!
Some images/videos/tweets to consider: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
[FILL] roaring, roaring, roaring
Major Tags: rock band, vague references to Warped Tour
Additional Tags: set in the 2010s, post-breakup, badly-processed hurt
Permission to remix: Please ask
WC: 1,064
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you can die now.
you can die now as
people were meant to die:
great, victorious,
hearing the music, being the music,
roaring,
roaring,
roaring.
- Splash, Charles Bukowski
"Is this going to be a problem?"
Joshua looks up to meet Jeonghan's eyes. They're standing by the end of the tour bus, about forty minutes left before they hit the road. Like his, Jeonghan's shirt collar is soaked in sweat, their laborious hour of packing up and securing equipment finally over. Jeonghan's gaze is pointed but mild, not looking down even as he taps out a menthol cigarette from his pack with a well-practiced ease.
Joshua leans back against the bus, the paint cool against his neck, and pushes his bangs up out of his eyes. "Is what going to be a problem?"
Jeonghan makes an annoyed sound in his throat. "Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about."
"I don't," Joshua says, tamping down on the reflex to argue.
Jeonghan raises an eyebrow and turns around to look behind him.
Joshua follows Jeonghan's gaze to where Vernon is sitting down on the other side of the loading bay, headphones plugged into his Zune, and swallows.
"That," Jeonghan says, sticking the filter in his mouth before rummaging around in his pockets.
Joshua's mouth goes dry, and he turns back to watch Vernon fiddle with his music player. Almost on cue, Vernon looks up and meets Joshua's eyes. Vernon holds it for a brief second before giving him a stiff smile, then pointedly looks down again.
"No," Joshua finds himself saying, almost a little too quickly. "It's not—it wasn't a big deal."
"Uh huh." Jeonghan's hands emerge from his pockets emptyhanded. "So this isn't gonna get in the way of the tour. It's not gonna make the music weird. Is what you're saying?
"Right," Joshua says. "We talked about it already. It's fine."
Jeonghan looks at him for a long, uncomfortable moment, then shrugs. "Okay. Do you have a lighter?"
"You know I don't smoke," Joshua says. "You know I wish you wouldn't."
Jeonghan takes the filter out of his mouth and tucks it behind his ear. "Why? 'Cause it's a habit you can't seem to kick, and you know you'll just want more even after you're done? Even though you know it's bad for you? Even though you tell yourself you can quit anytime?"
Even to his ears, Jeonghan's words are harsh and mocking. Joshua stares at him, the blood slow-moving and lead-like in his veins. "What are—"
"Just kidding," Jeonghan says, sing-song, and pats him on the shoulder. "I'll quit, okay? After this pack." Before Joshua can say anything else, Jeonghan stalks off to where Minghao and Seungkwan are going over inventory.
Now by himself, Joshua looks back over at Vernon, trying to stitch together the badly-hewn pieces of that memory, when Vernon had dumped him at the beginning of the summer.
I need space, he'd said. This isn't working.
This, Joshua thinks. Not me, not you. This.
Is this going to be a problem?
Joshua exhales through his teeth, then drains his water bottle in one go.
"Hey," he calls out across the loading bay, making his way over to Vernon's spot before his brain catches up to the rest of him.
Vernon looks up and pulls an earbud out. "Hey."
"Are you almost ready?" Joshua asks, stopping a couple of feet away.
"Yeah," Vernon says, wrapping his earbud wires around his Zune player. "You're driving, right?"
"Yeah."
Vernon's features settle into that inscrutable calm that Joshua has never been able to fully parse. Quietly contemplative, as Vernon looks up at him. He's still sitting, and Joshua—feeling awkward—sticks his hands in his pockets.
"Minghao said he'd switch with you tomorrow, if you want," Vernon says quietly. "For the leg between Ojai and Bakersfield. So you can rest."
"It's okay," Joshua says. "I don't mind the drive. It gives me time to think."
Vernon's mouth twists up into something Joshua can't quite comprehend. "You got a lot to think about?"
Joshua shrugs, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Well—you know."
Another moment passes like this—not quite uncomfortable, but not soothing either. Silences with Vernon are often like that. Just another thing that Joshua has learned to get used to.
Vernon turns his gaze back to him, studying him. "Are you okay?" he asks finally.
It's a bitterly-won victory, the outright extension of Vernon's quiet, careful consideration. The thing is that Vernon isn't inconsiderate—in fact, far from it. But for him to vocalize it—that's rare, and Joshua knows its value. For a moment, Joshua almost resents him, that their relationship had to take this kind of irreparable damage for him to be on the receiving end of Vernon's concern.
He inhales deeply, trying to push it from his mind. "You know me," Joshua says. "Just give me a stage. And a crowd."
"And a cold beer after?" Vernon finishes for him, lips quirking up in a smile, the kind of smile that Joshua loves. The kind that says that Vernon's attention is fully his, hard-earned, but cherished all the same.
Joshua grins in spite of himself. "Exactly."
Later that evening—when he's standing on the slick, laminate flooring of Ernie Ball stage, twenty seconds out from their first opening chord—Joshua has himself mostly-convinced that this is something he can work through.
From his side of the stage, Vernon looks up and gives him another kind of smile that Joshua loves—but this one is all teeth and a little bit of tongue, eyes curving up with the ferocity of it. This smile is the one that Joshua fell in love with, over countless summers of bad decisions, pressed up against each other, sharing skin and chords and lyrics.
"What's up, Ojai," Vernon says into the mic, and then from behind them Jeonghan's bass rumbles to life, and Minghao smashes down on the hi-hat. The crowd in front of him opens up, gapes, swallows him, and Joshua doesn't have any more time to think. His guitar is weightless, electrified in his hands, and there isn't much for him to do except to give himself over to the music, to surrender his heart over to the roar of the audience and get lost in the surge, in the rush.
Joshua's fingers are already moving, gripping his pick and the neck of his guitar. He strikes down on a G, leans into the mic, lips parted—like a kiss. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He lets go.
Re: [FILL] roaring, roaring, roaring
I love everything about this, the details that map out the au in this little slice of their world, the jihan dynamics (so biting but also full of concern: Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about.), vernon through joshua's eyes (Silences with Vernon are often like that; The thing is that Vernon isn't inconsiderate—in fact, far from it. But for him to vocalize it—that's rare; The kind that says that Vernon's attention is fully his, hard-earned, but cherished all the same.), vernon just knowing joshua and vice versa and ugh the history there, AND (my favorite thing here) how you write THE music! It's so real and palpable and just... written with so much love (His guitar is weightless, electrified in his hands, and there isn't much for him to do except to give himself over to the music, to surrender his heart over to the roar of the audience and get lost in the surge, in the rush.)
lol sorry for quoting so much (tho I also wld like to highlight the last paragraph: just so crystal clear and poignant and So Good!!!)
I rly enjoyed this and now wish there's like 10k more words of this world. Thank u for filling my prompt and for sharing this w us!
Re: [FILL] roaring, roaring, roaring
thank you for prompting kit~
Re: [FILL] roaring, roaring, roaring
(Anonymous) 2022-01-23 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you.
I look forward to read your new novel.
I’ll learn more English that I can enjoy your novel more!