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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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Re: [FILL] a doom that will never be done with
“Mingyu,” Seokmin says, looking Mingyu straight in the eye, “can I trust you?”
It is late at night and Mingyu is in Seokmin’s chambers again. That’s not unusual, not anymore. But Seokmin is wearing nothing but a thin robe, and Mingyu can see just how broad his shoulders are and how exposed his collarbone is and how his smooth skin shines in the candlelight, and he wishes he couldn’t. Mingyu has been trying his hardest not to notice Seokmin’s radiance, but now it’s practically on display, and Mingyu wishes he could turn his face away.
He swallows the stirring feeling in his core and asks,
“You called me here just to ask if I can trust you? Why? Has something happened?”
Mingyu doesn’t miss the way Seokmin’s eyes flutter slightly. Of course something has happened. Mingyu overheard Seokmin talking to Jeonghan earlier that day. But Seokmin won’t say that. Instead, he says,
“No, nothing’s happened. But I- well, we’re going to brave a lot together. I don’t know just how many threats face this kingdom, but we’re going to need to face all of them together. And I- I just felt the need to ask. To know if you’re up for the task of sticking by me for all that time. So can you? Can I trust you?”
A lump rises to Mingyu’s throat, as it so often does around Seokmin. He wants to say yes, and he wishes that he could say it and it would be true. He wishes he could stay by Seokmin’s side as long as he needed, to hold the evils that threatened him at bay.
But of course, Mingyu is one of those evils. And he could do it right now if he wanted. Seokmin’s sword is somewhere in this room, it always is, and if Mingyu takes it Seokmin will be defenceless. Seokmin will fall easily, and Mingyu could end it all in one swift movement. The ghosts would flee, the curse would end, and life could finally, finally, move on.
And yet, Mingyu doesn’t want to. Not when Seokmin is like this, raw and bare and at his most vulnerable. Somehow Mingyu cannot bare the thought of everyone else finding him like this. And anyway, it feels almost cowardly to do it like this, when Seokmin doesn’t even have a chance to defend himself. It would hardly be a death worthy of epic. Seokmin deserves better than this. Mingyu deserves better than this.
“Of course,” Mingyu replies, slightly breathless. “Of course you can trust me.”
Seokmin smiles. Not his usual boundless grin, but something a little smaller, something just for them. Mingyu tries not to let it twist his guts.
“I’m glad to hear it. You may take your leave.”
Mingyu nods, hastening towards his own chambers.
He needs to wait for his chance to go down in epic.
***
Mingyu’s chance comes sooner than he expects. He doesn’t remember much about the meeting Seokmin calls with his advisers. All he knows is that he is the last one to leave, and even then he doesn’t really leave. He pushes a chair in front of the door, to block people from coming in. In an epic, people see the heroes die before their eyes. But Mingyu knows better. Mingyu knows that only he should lay eyes on this moment. Or at least, that’s how he wants it.
“Mingyu,” asks Seokmin, perplexed, “what are you doing?”
Mingyu unsheathes his sword. “I’m doing what I could have done weeks ago.”
Seokmin doesn’t look scared. It’s strange, really. Mingyu knows Seokmin by now, and he is scared of everything. And yet right now, he doesn’t look scared. He just looks confused.
“Why are you doing this?” Seokmin asks, backing away slowly.
Mingyu scoffs. He lunges towards Seokmin, making the other man stumble backwards onto the floor. “There’s no use trying to get away from me. You’re trapped, Seokmin. Trapped by a Kim. I am the nephew of the man your father killed. I’m here on a mission. I have been this whole time.”
Realisation dawns on Seokmin’s face. His eyes widen, and then he turns away, like he can’t bear to look at Mingyu anymore.
“I should have known,” he says, monotone. “I should have seen who you really were.”
Mingyu scowls a little. “Even now you’re blaming yourself. Just like you always do. Let me take this, for once. I betrayed you.”
The words clog his throat. They shouldn’t. He shouldn’t feel anything about this, least of all guilty.
He pushes his sword into Seokmin’s chest to distract from the feeling, before it can spread from his throat to his arms and immobilise him. It does the job. Mingyu finally manages to do what he’s been trained to do most of his life. Crimson spills from Seokmin’s chest, like a rose opening for the sun. Seokmin makes a cry of pain, tilting his head back so that all Mingyu can see is the sharp line of his jaw.
Mingyu kneels down to Seokmin, eyes roaming over his face. Something in Mingyu squeezes at the sight of Seokmin wincing in pain, even though he knows he caused it. Through it all, Seokmin is golden and tragic, bathed in heroic glory that he hasn’t quite earned, and Mingyu wishes he could want less. It’s quite tragic, really, that for all his longing, this is the closest he has ever got to Seokmin.
“I just don’t understand,” Seokmin struggles to say, voice strained, “how you could go through with this. Did you not want to be anything else? Did you not want to be different?”
“The ghosts haunt me too, Seokmin,” Mingyu whispers. “I didn’t have a choice.”
Seokmin weakly shakes his head. “We both had a choice. We were just too weak to take it.”
And before Mingyu can try and figure out what that means, Seokmin mumbles, “You’ve had your victory. Go and triumph.”
His eyes close. He looks at peace, relaxed, and Mingyu has only seen him this way in his chambers, when the candlelight danced over his face. Mingyu shudders. He cannot help but feel he has a new ghost to haunt him.
The hard part is done though, at least. Now all he has to do is to open the door, to reveal to everyone in the palace what he has done. This is the part of the story that people will tell.
Thankfully, Mingyu has had his whole life to prepare. He opens the door to see horrified courtiers gathered round, probably rushing to the sound of Seokmin screaming. Mingyu begins his speech.
“I was justified,” Mingyu declares. He doesn’t need people to believe him, but he wants them to. “I was justified in what I did. I have severed the chain of murders that fused our families together. The gods will reward me for what I have done today.”
The gods will do no such thing. The gods know what Mingyu doesn’t. They know about Chan, about how he will grow incensed with fury at the murder of his brother. They know that Chan will declare war, a war that will last many bitter years, spilling enough blood to choke the stagnant soil. Thousands of widows and orphans will beat their chests and the sound of mourning will reach the high heavens. Mingyu will die before his time, and with his last breath he will whisper Seokmin’s name.
The story will be worthy of epic. Because what is epic if not another form of tragedy?
Re: [FILL] a doom that will never be done with
nj i am . im floored. im literally on the floor. and i shall stay there forever !! !!! ! !
they could have been FRIENDS god m .. . . HHHH
Re: [FILL] a doom that will never be done with
Re: [FILL] a doom that will never be done with
some standout lines:
Mingyu never knew that being understood could be such a horror.
Mingyu scowls a little. “Even now you’re blaming yourself. Just like you always do. Let me take this, for once. I betrayed you.”
“The gods will reward me for what I have done today.”
The gods will do no such thing. The gods know what Mingyu doesn’t.
Re: [FILL] a doom that will never be done with
Re: [FILL] a doom that will never be done with
But they never saw his eyes shine with silken kindness as he gave his cousin an orange, nor did they see the curve of his lips as he smiled wider than any king should. If they did, Mingyu is pretty certain they'd change their minds.
What I am sure of is that if I don't avenge my family, I betray them, but if I do avenge my family, I betray myself.
Mingyu never knew that being understood could be such a horror. Seokmin didn't tear open Mingyu's chest with his bare hands, he didn't rummage around Mingyu's organs looking for the key to the core of his heart, but he might as well have.
the intimacy of the last scene!!! mingyu wanting to be the only one to witness it, noting how he has never been closer to seokmin, chastising seokmin for blaming himself even for this…
In an epic, people see the heroes die before their eyes. But Mingyu knows better. Mingyu knows that only he should lay eyes on this moment. Or at least, that's how he wants it.
"Even now you're blaming yourself. Just like you always do. Let me take this, for once. I betrayed you."
It's quite tragic, really, that for all his longing, this is the closest he has ever got to Seokmin.
sorry for the lengthy comment but this was just… so much… thank you for sharing this!!!