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2022 Round 2: AUs
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✧ 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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here are your upturned hands
Major Tags: Violence
Additional Tags: The Witcher AU, when is a monster not a monster?, sexual content in a 'i say i want you inside me and you split me open with a knife' way
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt: One of the 96z members as a witcher, or you can go wild and make them all witchers! They travel to a village constantly under attack by a monster and set out to kill them to collect the reward. Things, of course, don't go as planned. The hunter suddenly decides the hunted is worth saving, despite what their vibrating medallion has to say. The leaves read a tragic ending in this one, you know when you think you can control them because you love them and that should be enough (it never was), but if happy is where you see this going, yeah why not!
Presents you with the following quote:
and, of course, an obligatory monster poem.
[FILL]: last tender place to sink your teeth in
Major Tags: blood, mild violence and sexual content, MCD
Additional Tags: the witcher au, witcher Wonwoo, vampire Jeonghan, both monsters of a different kind, past relationships, it is you and i at the beginning and at the end
Permission to remix: Yes
I feel like i've taken some liberties with the prompt but! hope it is enjoyable nonetheless ^__^ (p.s. in witcher lore higher vampires can only be killed by another higher vampire, though i've decided not to use it for *coughs* obvious reasons)
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Few promises surpass the lure of a sack full of gold for witchers in this land.
Wonwoo knows this: if he’s heard of the bounty promising riches beyond what a common man can dream of, then others would have too.
One of Redania’s main artery for agriculture, the unassuming village had been upholding the trade for produce—now, dwindled to a pitiable half. With the enemy pressuring Redania from the South, any diminution of the heart is a weakness they can exploit. Hence, the plentiful reward. Wonwoo cares not for it.
From where he stands on the hill, the barricades splitting the village seems like a rift that has risen from the land. A menacing row of sharp woods and fire. Not nearly enough to keep the monster away.
Elusive creature of the night, as rare as they are deadly, killings graceful as they are violent.
When Wonwoo arrives, his medallion remains quiet. The absence of a hum only confirms his guess, and his heart now thrums with anticipation. He’s going to see a familiar face tonight.
“Wonwoo,” the creature greets, rows of teeth far too sharp glinting under the full moon. He perches atop of a roof, one feet dangling in the air. “Pleasure to have you with me, wolf.”
They say higher vampires elude even the most sensitive detectors of magic. Their appearance so much alike that of a human’s. Clearly, whoever wrote the tales for men has never encountered one.
Jeonghan’s hair flutters in the wind, waves of blond and red interweaving beneath the sky. The circles of blood on his dress shirt are like rubies, almost glowing, rivalling that of his eyes—brewing a storm. He’s the most beautiful Wonwoo’s ever seen him.
“I had hoped that you were going to be the first here.”
That isn’t the truth. Jeonghan knows Wonwoo was going to be the first, as it has always been. It is ordained by Wonwoo’s insatiable thirst for him, in spite of everything.
“Why are you doing this?”
Jeonghan laughs, sound a chorus of warning bells of death in Wonwoo’s ears.“Does a monster know reason?”
Wonwoo’s medallion now hums, a lone wolf crying into the night. His silver sword remains sheathed.
Jeonghan jumps down, soundless, and he’s nose to nose with Wonwoo in a blink of a second. “Even if I do, does it matter to anyone? Isn’t having these enough?”
Jeonghan smiles as emphasis, teeth growing sharper by the second, hands turned into claws of a hunter.
There is still wet patch of blood on Jeonghan’s cheeks, Wonwoo rids Jeonghan of it with a brush of his thumb.
“You’ve never been a monster.” I am more of one than you ever were. “And it matters to me, Jeonghan.”
There is something wet on Wonwoo’s cheek, cold where it’s supposed to be warm. Jeonghan’s blood-stained hands cradle his face. The gentleness underpinning the touch has something terrible stirring inside Wonwoo.
“So you can decide whether you should strike me down or not?”
“You know the others will come, and they will not extend the same kindness.”
“I don’t desire kindness from you, wolf,” Jeonghan whispers, breath fanning on Wonwoo’s face. “I want you to take what you’ve always wanted to take from me.”
All Wonwoo feels is the wind whipping around his ears, the sound of movement, and the pressure on his chest. His back collied with what Wonwoo guesses is a wooden wall, grating against his armour.
Then, Jeonghan.
His still sharp claws scraping Wonwoo’s torso beneath his shirt, piercing skin, other hand a vice grip on his neck. Jeonghan pulls Wonwoo unbelievably close, until the taste of blood permeates unto Wonwoo’s tongue.
What a shame, Wonwoo thinks, he’s always wanted to know what Jeonghan tasted like. Now, he finally gets the chance to. Not in the way he wanted.
Wonwoo’s under the mercy of Jeonghan’s inhumane speed, and he lets himself give in. For time is a foe, promising a line of enemies the longer they think it is a friend. The house Jeonghan leads him in is grimy, death lingering in the air.
“They made Seokmin leave me.” Jeonghan moves, drives himself open. “They made him leave this world, for being with me.”
It’s a name Wonwoo doesn’t want to hear, yet Jeonghan’s tears spilling down on him seizes any disdain in Wonwoo’s system.
“I won’t leave you,” Wonwoo vows. “I won’t leave you.”
“Thank you, I know you won't,” Jeonghan sighs, before coming undone above Wonwoo.
Selfishness is a toxin no potion can ever cure. Wonwoo finds himself wanting to erase all of Jeonghan’s suffering, engulf Jeonghan in him completely. It had only been Wonwoo in Jeonghan’s beginning. And it shall be no one but Wonwoo in the end, even when he knows he’s merely playing into Jeonghan’s scheme.
“You’ve been so good for me,” Jeonghan says, at the end. “I must see Seokmin, now.”
It’s a quick affair, done after one last embrace.
Jeonghan’s last smile will forever be etched on Wonwoo’s memory, will forever be carved into his face for as long as Wonwoo’s alive. Vampires don’t rot, beautiful and deadly even until the end of time.
He slides his arms underneath Jeonghan, lifting him and cradling his head on his chest. The added weight will make a three days journey into five, tracks harder to cover, and other witchers can easily catch up to him.
Wonwoo will not hesitate to stand in their way. Put his life on his sword even if it meant betraying those of his kind.
Not a single soul is going to take the reward from the king, no one will take Jeonghan from him.
Re: [FILL]: last tender place to sink your teeth in
the opening exposition helps put things in perspective for me, like i know it leads wonwoo to jeonghan & war is obviously a significant happening, but not so much that it shadows their encounter (...and the implications of a shared history) like: “I had hoped that you were going to be the first here.” and There is still wet patch of blood on Jeonghan’s cheeks, Wonwoo rids Jeonghan of it with a brush of his thumb. “You’ve never been a monster.” AND I want you to take what you’ve always wanted to take from me.
AND!!!!! (one more and)
It had only been Wonwoo in Jeonghan’s beginning. And it shall be no one but Wonwoo in the end, even when he knows he’s merely playing into Jeonghan’s scheme. excuse me? op? the audience wants to know the beginning??? excuse me? hello?
I'm also a big sucker for here's a name I reserve for you and we know its weight rolling off my tongue type of relationship so every time Jeonghan said wolf just think of me screaming. Mayhaps the croissant buffer has failed after all. I am spiralling into the abyss at Mach 6 speed.
I find it ironic how Jeonghan said he didn't desire kindness but it was the one thing Wonwoo gave him--the only kindness he's ever known when it comes down to it. How in his last moments, to show gratitude for what Wonwoo's about to do, comes the truth, even if its intention is to further guide Wonwoo's hands to end him. “You’ve been so good for me,” [velociraptor screeching]
It’s a name Wonwoo doesn’t want to hear, yet Jeonghan’s tears spilling down on him seizes any disdain in Wonwoo’s system. dude you know you are far gone when you envy a dead man who once touched what you loved the way you always wanted to touch them. :/ are you ok wonwoo
this was beautiful!!! everything I wanted!!!! thank you for writing *____* and the last tender place to sink your teeth in; is it wonwoo's heart TT___TT IS IT MINE????
Re: [FILL]: last tender place to sink your teeth in
i know nothing about the witcher (yea.. shocking) but this is!!! Ughhh!! ❤️❤️❤️
“You’ve never been a monster.” I am more of one than you ever were. “And it matters to me, Jeonghan.”
My HEARTTTTTT 😣😣😣😣
It’s a name Wonwoo doesn’t want to hear, yet Jeonghan’s tears spilling down on him seizes any disdain in Wonwoo’s system.
“I won’t leave you,” Wonwoo vows. “I won’t leave you.”
“Thank you, I know you won't,” Jeonghan sighs, before coming undone above Wonwoo.
🥲🥲 Wonwoo-yaaaa lemme hug you.. bestest boi 😞
Vampires don’t rot, beautiful and deadly even until the end of time.
Daimn.. I think if I were Wonwoo I'd have a breakdown once in awhile seeing jh's eternal beautiful face but only his shell 🥲
Thanks for this! ❤️
[FILL]: one breath away
Major Tags: blood, violence, implied sexual content
Additional Tags: witcher mingyu, bruxa soonyoung, open ending, inspired by the witcher (tv show) season 2 episode 1
Permission to remix: Please ask
i know you said witcher 96z but i think pretty and extremely unsettling bruxa soonyoung works too well to let this pass!! hope you enjoy anyways <3
a.n. bruxas are a type of vampire that take the form of beautiful, young, dark-haired humans
***
The first time they meet, Soonyoung escapes by leaving a trail of dead bodies behind him - including a few of Mingyu’s brothers, flesh of his flesh, blood of his blood.
Mingyu himself is on the brink of death, red oozing out of his chest as he lies motionless on the snow, eyes on the dark and tall branches over his head. He waits for the final blow; he waits, and waits, and waits for the chittering to pick up, for the loud screech of the creature after them to come through the forest, grating and terrifying.
In the end it never does.
Mingyu manages to pick himself up somehow, finds his way back to Kaer Morhen on shaky legs and with a frazzled mind. All he can think of for months on end, is how he escaped death for what he considers a stroke of luck.
But then, while he’s out on a mission several moons later, he hears the voices again. They’re talking about a creature of the night, one that steals and mauls and devours, one that eats humans as if they were nothing but game.
Someone promises him a fat bag of coins if he manages to stop the monster. Mingyu doesn’t want to admit that he’s quivering in his boots by the time he puts foot in what is now a ghost town, humans abandoning their houses to avoid certain death.
In a way, Mingyu envies them.
His medallion vibrates when he walks through the fresh tracks left in the snow by the few people who managed to escape the slaughter.
The chittering reaches his ears before he sees a dark figure standing in the distance, looking as small and human as the first time Mingyu saw him.
“Witcher,” the bruxa says, a smile clear in his voice. “You’re back.”
It hits Mingyu then, with the force of a spell so powerful that leaves him speechless, that it wasn’t luck that saved him. He was spared.
He’s stuck in place, thrown for a loop, as the creature walks closer to him. He slides as if made of liquid darkness as he draws closer, his white clothes flowing around him in a cloud that could look like smoke from afar.
The bruxa is as pretty as Mingyu remembers him being.
“I hoped I’d be seeing you again,” he says, voice mellow and sweet. His eyes are small, and his face is soft and round, pale under the moonlight. When he smiles at Mingyu, his sharp teeth make a shiver run through his body.
“Why?” Mingyu manages to ask, voice trembling. He should unsheathe his sword and drive it through the bruxa’s heart, cut his head off his neck, but all he can do is stare at his sharp smile and the way he seems unafraid of Mingyu, standing there in sheer clothing, moving together with the blowing wind.
Each step he takes towards Mingyu has his heart picking up its pace, the thrumming of it loud in his ears.
On the bruxa’s face, the smile only widens.
"I was curious," he says, his face swimming in Mingyu's vision, "to see if you would come back."
Around Mingyu's neck his medallion buzzes with energy, scorches through his chest. He can feel the heat of it even through the leather of his armour, through the layer of clothing beneath it.
"What's your name, Witcher?" the creature asks, moving closer still. He stands just a step away from Mingyu, chin tilted up to look into his eyes - pools of darkness that lure Mingyu in, leaving him no escape.
“Mingyu,” he whispers, and it feels like a confession, a prohibited word. The bruxa smiles, dark hair tousled by the cold wind.
“I’m Soonyoung,” he says, his hand reaching out to touch the wolf head resting above Mingyu’s heart. The silver thrills, thrums with energy as Soonyoung’s fingers close around it. Mingyu waits with bated breath for him to retract his hand, scorched.
Nothing happens. The medallion quiets down, and Soonyoung gently tugs at the chain it’s attached to so that Mingyu bends his neck lower, so that they’re properly face to face.
“I’m glad you came back.”
Mingyu doesn’t know what is guiding him, but his fingers find Soonyoung’s squeezing them in a tight clasp over his heart.
Soonyoung is gentle with him. He takes Mingyu by the hand, guides him along the path he came from. They stop only when they reach an enormous mansion, empty halls echoing the twinkling sound of Soonyoung’s laugh.
It’s easy to picture what happened to the people that inhabited these rooms. Despite the bloody imprints that Mingyu can see scattered around, he doesn’t feel any fear cursing through his veins.
Not when Soonyoung pushes him on the closest flat surface and climbs on top of him, eyes alight with a thirst that Mingyu can recognise as his own. There’s a smile on his face, sharp just as the rest of him, and Mingyu’s hands are on his narrow hips, over the sheer layers of clothing covering his torso.
“Witcher,” Soonyoung grins, his fingers trailing over the chain still hanging from his neck. “Mingyu.”
His name spoken from those sinful lips has Mingyu’s blood rushing faster, heartbeat skittering when Soonyoung’s cold digits trace the column of his neck.
“Do you want a taste?”
Mingyu doesn’t know what he’s agreeing to when he nods slowly, just an imperceptible tilt of his head. Soonyoung latches on it, his hands tugging at the strings that keep Mingyu’s defences in place.
It’s a spell made of carnal desire, the need to feel Soonyoung’s naked skin over his own.
Soonyoung leaves the medallion for last, chain tight in his fist when he yanks it to get Mingyu’s mouth over his own, lips and teeth clashing together in a mess of a kiss that has Mingyu growling low in his throat. His fingers find dark strands, tugging them until Soonyoung lets out a soft whine of pleasure.
Pleasure simmers in Mingyu’s body, a building heat that rises from his core until he’s shaking and crying between Soonyoung’s arms, until he forgets who he is and all he knows is the immeasurable want that pushes against his throat, making it hard to breath.
When Soonyoung’s teeth sink into his neck, Mingyu is so drunk on bliss that pain doesn’t reach his mind, just swims at the edges of his being, a looming presence. Blood trickles out of him in a stream punctuated by whines that bounce between the empty halls and corridors, loud sounds that seem to belong to someone else, someone that has taken possession of his body, someone who lets Soonyoung drink from him until he’s spent and satisfied.
Death is just one breath away.
Mingyu swims in and out of consciousness for a second, or twenty, or maybe a thousand. Time dilates, stretching until he’s gasping for breath, Soonyoung’s fingers deep inside him making his back arch and his lungs constrict until all he sees are white stars at the edge of his vision.
A while passes before Mingyu takes back full possession of his body, feeling his heartbeat steady inside his chest.
Once again, he was spared.
Soonyoung is a vision of beauty and fear as he looks down at Mingyu, eyes completely black, lips scarlet.
“I’m glad you came back,” Soonyoung repeats, kissing Mingyu until all he can taste is copper coating his tongue. The bite on his neck thrums when Soonyoung’s fingers graze its surface, but Mingyu can feel the healing process has already started, his skin closing around the gashes left behind by Soonyoung’s sharp teeth.
“Can you stay?” Soonyoung asks, voice soft, a murmur against Mingyu’s neck.
When they lock eyes again, Soonyoung seems entirely human - the apple of his cheeks rosy, his eyes alight with hope, his hair a mess from where Mingyu’s fingers tugged at it.
Mingyu wipes the blood off his chin, thumb brushing against soft skin, and delights in the way Soonyoung’s smile widens.
“I won’t leave you,” Mingyu promises, even if it’s short lived. Even if he can still feel the vibration of his medallion against his skin, a phantom reminder of the danger he’s in.
For now, he lets Soonyoung curl around him and falls into dreams where red isn’t a colour.
Re: [FILL]: one breath away
The forbidden yet irresistible attraction between them sprinkled throughout is *_____* delicious. Like. Mingyu's realisation in, He was spared. hit him as hard as it hit me. “Mingyu,” he whispers, and it feels like a confession, a prohibited word. Despite that and the constant warning from his buzzing medallion, my boy just went ahead and let himself be led to a secluded place...please. He's down bad.
The way you used red here: Mingyu himself is on the brink of death, red oozing out of his chest as he lies motionless on the snow, eyes on the dark and tall branches over his head. & the apple of his cheeks rosy, his eyes alight with hope, his hair a mess from where Mingyu’s fingers tugged at it. & For now, he lets Soonyoung curl around him and falls into dreams where red isn’t a colour. makes the piece so vivid, sets the world against a crimson backdrop which is a perfect setting ;____;
He was spared. and "I was curious," he says, his face swimming in Mingyu's vision, "to see if you would come back." juxtaposed with Once again, he was spared. and “Can you stay?” Soonyoung asks, voice soft, a murmur against Mingyu’s neck. ...they are everything to me.
Thank you for filling this!! You're brilliant and bruxa Soonyoung only makes the story more compelling (and darker and sexier...I want more of where that blood-drinking came from). It's always a pleasure to read your writing. <3