Lle na all yr haul cyrraedd: Prologue
Title: Lle na all yr haul cyrraedd
Ship(s): Yifan/Yixing
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 75k words (
Prologue+7 Chapters+Epilogue)
Trigger(s): Rimming, Barebacking, Mpreg, Very very minor character death
Summary: As part of a NASA project to look for a new home for humanity, Yixing, along with his crew, travels to a formerly undiscovered planet through the portal they built for this purpose. What awaits them on the other side, however, is not just dry land and rocky mountains but sharp spears and intense eyes.
Notes: Originally written for SFF EXO :)
First and foremost, I would like to thank my guiding stars, Kira and Lois! Without you two this fic wouldn’t be possible…or it would be but it would be trash. I cannot express enough how grateful I am to you both for always lending me your ears and your help! :’(
I used different languages (some you may identify as your own) for this fic. So to avoid confusion, here are some words that you have to take note of while you read the story as I have renamed some characters to be in keeping with the theme (So sorry for this but don’t worry it’s just in the first part of the fic).
Teyrndlws - Yifan
Hirsch - Lu Han
Arian - Sehun
Efydd - Zitao
Kupfer - Jongin
Ohren - Chanyeol
Last thing, a sort-of warning for all of you who don’t like the idea of Yifan receiving: You may have to skip a few parts. Enjoy! Have fun as much as I did writing this! :)
【Prologue: Haven】
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
Dark, wet and painful.
That’s what he had come home to; or rather what was left of what he could call home. The foundation and frame of his house were the only thing he could see as wisps of smoke dissipated into the air, grey and silent, selfish to tell the young boy of what had fallen upon him.
Yixing dropped his school bag and hunched himself on the floor as he watched the rain salvage whatever it could of what the boy knew of his house, of his family. Torrential rain started pouring down in time with his tears, sounds of sirens indicating the arrival of the necessary life-saving people who could’ve helped his family. But the rain got there first, did what it could but saved no one. Unknowingly it wrapped its wet hands around the sobbing boy and comforted him as people ran into his home, only to come out again empty-handed.
“I’m sorry, kid,” Yixing wondered what the apology was for. Was it for not getting there fast enough? Or was it out of pity that from then on he would have to be on his own without a person to call his mother or his father?
The cemetery was darker than he had expected it to be. The rain pelting down on Earth must have contributed to the gloom but to the young boy it was nothing but helpful, to hide his tears and show a façade of strength instead as the darkness played shadows on his face well enough to hide the smallest of emotions. There was no one there to whisper comforting words to him and answer what would happen to his parents once their bodies are buried six feet below the ground or to him who will stay above it. He stayed behind to watch the men cover his parents’ with the wet earth, mumbling words he was never able to tell them, in hopes that each layer of dirt would be a letter to his deceased family.
“I miss you.”
He was too young, far too young to lose everything he had; his happiness, his home, his family. When he was informed by the social worker about finding him a place to stay with his relatives, he was hopeful that someone would still be there for him, to tuck him in at night and listen to his dreams. But fate was never one of kindness and soon, instead of a relative’s house, he was brought to an orphanage, a place where he thought he could find children of his age who he could be friends with. However, instead of finding that, he found something else, something he never wanted to find.
Loneliness.
He had been such a bright kid, cheerful and full of dreams; to reach for the stars and be one with them. The orphanage sucked it all out of him and the rain was the only thing willing to fill him and empty him of resentful feelings. What he had to keep from others, he shared to the rain. What he didn’t show others, he showed to the rain; his frailty and his aspirations. But there was one thing he didn’t tell the rain, afraid that the only thing willing to accompany him would shun him. He didn’t tell the rain that he longed for someone to take its place, that instead of being cold, he wanted warmth to envelop him, someone who would understand, who was willing to accept him just as the rain did.
Part I
Ship(s): Yifan/Yixing
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 75k words (
Prologue+7 Chapters+Epilogue)
Trigger(s): Rimming, Barebacking, Mpreg, Very very minor character death
Summary: As part of a NASA project to look for a new home for humanity, Yixing, along with his crew, travels to a formerly undiscovered planet through the portal they built for this purpose. What awaits them on the other side, however, is not just dry land and rocky mountains but sharp spears and intense eyes.
Notes: Originally written for SFF EXO :)
First and foremost, I would like to thank my guiding stars, Kira and Lois! Without you two this fic wouldn’t be possible…or it would be but it would be trash. I cannot express enough how grateful I am to you both for always lending me your ears and your help! :’(
I used different languages (some you may identify as your own) for this fic. So to avoid confusion, here are some words that you have to take note of while you read the story as I have renamed some characters to be in keeping with the theme (So sorry for this but don’t worry it’s just in the first part of the fic).
Teyrndlws - Yifan
Hirsch - Lu Han
Arian - Sehun
Efydd - Zitao
Kupfer - Jongin
Ohren - Chanyeol
Last thing, a sort-of warning for all of you who don’t like the idea of Yifan receiving: You may have to skip a few parts. Enjoy! Have fun as much as I did writing this! :)
【Prologue: Haven】
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
Dark, wet and painful.
That’s what he had come home to; or rather what was left of what he could call home. The foundation and frame of his house were the only thing he could see as wisps of smoke dissipated into the air, grey and silent, selfish to tell the young boy of what had fallen upon him.
Yixing dropped his school bag and hunched himself on the floor as he watched the rain salvage whatever it could of what the boy knew of his house, of his family. Torrential rain started pouring down in time with his tears, sounds of sirens indicating the arrival of the necessary life-saving people who could’ve helped his family. But the rain got there first, did what it could but saved no one. Unknowingly it wrapped its wet hands around the sobbing boy and comforted him as people ran into his home, only to come out again empty-handed.
“I’m sorry, kid,” Yixing wondered what the apology was for. Was it for not getting there fast enough? Or was it out of pity that from then on he would have to be on his own without a person to call his mother or his father?
The cemetery was darker than he had expected it to be. The rain pelting down on Earth must have contributed to the gloom but to the young boy it was nothing but helpful, to hide his tears and show a façade of strength instead as the darkness played shadows on his face well enough to hide the smallest of emotions. There was no one there to whisper comforting words to him and answer what would happen to his parents once their bodies are buried six feet below the ground or to him who will stay above it. He stayed behind to watch the men cover his parents’ with the wet earth, mumbling words he was never able to tell them, in hopes that each layer of dirt would be a letter to his deceased family.
“I miss you.”
He was too young, far too young to lose everything he had; his happiness, his home, his family. When he was informed by the social worker about finding him a place to stay with his relatives, he was hopeful that someone would still be there for him, to tuck him in at night and listen to his dreams. But fate was never one of kindness and soon, instead of a relative’s house, he was brought to an orphanage, a place where he thought he could find children of his age who he could be friends with. However, instead of finding that, he found something else, something he never wanted to find.
Loneliness.
He had been such a bright kid, cheerful and full of dreams; to reach for the stars and be one with them. The orphanage sucked it all out of him and the rain was the only thing willing to fill him and empty him of resentful feelings. What he had to keep from others, he shared to the rain. What he didn’t show others, he showed to the rain; his frailty and his aspirations. But there was one thing he didn’t tell the rain, afraid that the only thing willing to accompany him would shun him. He didn’t tell the rain that he longed for someone to take its place, that instead of being cold, he wanted warmth to envelop him, someone who would understand, who was willing to accept him just as the rain did.
Part I