~VIXX Three Sentence Ficathon~

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EDIT 2: AND THAT'S A WRAP! VIXX Three Sentence Ficathon is now closed...To new prompts hehe. Writers may continue to fill and readers may continue to shower them love and praises. But please refrain from adding new prompts (because yes, all good things must come to an end, but we might come back? sometime-ish

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[alesserrain]

Any questions about the ficathon should go here!

[slashedsilver]

Oh no Rai, I forgot to ask if there are limits to the number of prompts we can post a day. I may have run away with myself... ¬¬

[alesserrain]

NO LIMITS

[slashedsilver]

/posts 300 prompts

[anonymous]

N/Ken, Sleepless in Seattle AU

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Ken/Hongbin, this may be small and stuffed but it has a soul of a hunter (dinosaur stuffed toy)

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"Lee Jaehwan, did I or did I not tell you that this is not merely a limited edition Dino Dino plushie, but a soul-catcher that can house the soul of even the most dangerous hunters when you screech like a pterodactyl?"

"Oh I heard you loud and clear, hyung."

"....Taekwoonie's inside here, isn't he."

[alesserrain]

LOL Lee Jaehwan stuffing souls in his plushie <3

[jeodoboleo]

Hongbin watches as a small stuffed dinosaur is placed into the shopping cart along with several packages of chips and two family sized bottles of soda.

"Another plushie hyung?" Hongbin chuckles, dimples ever so prominent in his cheeks, "are you sure you're 23?"

"Hey," Jaehwan says, eyebrows wrinkled and hand to his chest in mock offence.

He reaches into the cart and pulls out the dinosaur, wriggling it Hongbin's face, "Hyogi-dol is plenty scary with his sharp teeth and claws okay, he has the soul of a hunterrr."

The childish growl at the end is what gets Hongbin laughing and swatting the toy away, "I'm sure he is hyung, with his non-threatening, huggable design."

[slashedsilver]

YAAAAS YOU DID IT \o/ \o/

Multipairing, Faculty AU! [You may sneak your N/Hyuk in here.]

[slashedsilver]

"Okay, but think about it," Hakyeon insists. "It's not like last year's Christmas party; it's this year's, and you've got me as department chair this time."

"You say that like it's reassuring," says Taekwoon, eyebrows raised. "Almost like you didn't nominate yourself for a job nobody else wanted."

"I knew I could count on you," Hakyeon tells him with a pat on his arm. "Do you think Sanghyuk's forgiven me yet for dumping the Medical Law and Ethics graduate seminar on him? I want to put him in charge of fruit." He falters a bit under Taekwoon's hard gaze. "Okay, grapes. In charge of grapes. Fermented grapes. Wine. I'm putting him in charge of wine--don't look at me like that, he's the one with the sommelier certificate, not me!"

[alesserrain]

This was wonderful eeee. TY for writing this!

[slashedsilver]

In charge of grapes. Fermented grapes. Wine. I'm putting him in charge of wine

HAHAHAHA. What was last year's Christmas party like? :D

[alesserrain]

N/Leo, royal bodyguard

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"It's time, your highness."

Hakyeon smiles sadly at his reflection, eyes straying over the glimmering medals and richly coloured tassels that adorn his uniform- the tight lips, the white gloves, the small ring held loosely between his fingers- before looking up to meet his bodyguard's gaze.

"I'm getting married, Taekwoon," he said softly- desperately- and Taekwoon, like always, said nothing.

[jojibear]

sadfaces into eternity

[alesserrain]

There are rules that His Serenity's own personal guards must adhere to: always walk a few paces behind the Emperor, do not speak when not spoken to, do not leave the Emperor's side until you are relieved by your alternate--there is a list as long as Taekwoon's dress robes and he knows every item like the small nicks in his knife-blades.

The night the news from the neighboring country reaches His Serenity's hands, vellum tied hastily with a drab practical twine, Taekwoon sees His Serenity ('Hakyeon, only Hakyeon, Taekwoonnie') bend for the first time, in grief for the deaths of the neighboring country's ruling monarch, for the queen and her firstborn son who was Hakyeon's sister and nephew.

For the first time in Taekwoon's life he breaks a rule as Hakyeon turns towards him, and Taekwoon says "I cannot be your friend," not panicked, never panicked, because Hakyeon is safe in these halls; but there is a strange urge to cover him from enemy fire, to wipe aggressively at the tear tracks on Hakyeon's face.