exo drabbles collection
in chronological order
1. kai-centric | kai/luhan/baekhyun; angst, angel!au; 186w; 'carnal angel'
>>for gio [supposedly fanart prompt] ♦
His face was blank, ashen like the last snow of winter, his wings pinned to the colossal column behind him. It was as if he felt nothing, nothing at all as another of Satan's minions violated him. But they--both the citizens of the Kingdom and those of Purgatory--had stopped considering the act a violation long ago, because he was never pure to begin with. He was an anomaly, a cross between an angel and a demon. His wings could not save him from the incessant lust that characterized those who had been banished to the deepest, irretrievable ends of Hell.
Jongin, the Carnal Angel, had surrendered to his God-given identity. He deemed himself beyond redemption, like cracks in a wall worn out by the test of time. He felt too ashamed to accept the amnesty proffered by Luhan the Archangel, and too stubborn to concede to the invitation extended by Baekhyun the Archfiend.
So he remained stuck in between realms, weathered wings affixed to the column that he had claimed shelter, his soul searching for a home that he couldn't find in either Heaven or Hell.
2. luhan-centric; horror; 228w
>>based on this for gem ♦
he grimaces, feeling something that doesn't belong to his body settle in the pit of his stomach. the foreign substance, the thing, seems to permeate through every cell and lining of his visceral organs, pulling him inward then stretching him outward. he feels as if he's being split open right down the middle, maybe akin to getting hit by lightning, but not quite, because nothing can be agonizing as this. he writhes on the floor, falling victim to something he doesn't understand, and he claws his stomach, his throat, wanting to get the thing out somehow. but the thing just grows larger, like it's striving to break out the shell that is his body and monopolize the being that is luhan. nausea wrenches his stomach and the pain shoots all the way up his mouth, dragging the thing along his esophagus. his mouth stretches wide open on its own accord, his face distorted in a mixture of pain and horror, and he throws up so hard it creates a momentum that shoves him backward. panting heavily and trembling, he craws closer to the vomitus, a pool of blood and something else lying a few feet away. he gapes at the thing, wide-eyed and about to puke again from the sight of it. the sight of unamended mistakes and unspoken apologies, things that had been eating him up alive.
3. suho/kyungsoo; fluff, domestic!au; 588w
>>based on this for ning ♦
sometimes, kyungsoo believes junmyeon has got to be the weirdest person he has ever met. his belief turns into an unwavering conviction when junmyeon sits on his ass at seven in the morning and drags him out of bed, totally disregarding the fact, the unchangeable fact that kyungsoo is not a morning person.
he still isn't a morning person after he grunts through a shirt being tugged down his torso and suho flashes him a cheery smile.
"it is too early to be alive, hyung."
"no it isn't. c'mon," junmyeon says, sloppily patting down kyungsoo's bed hair that does not at all alleviate the sloppiness. "i wanna show you something."
so kyungsoo lets himself be tugged outside the apartment, partly because he's curious, and partly because he doesn't have the heart to wipe away junmyeon's smile. but when he steps out onto the sidewalk, he frowns.
"it's drizzling." kyungsoo looks up into the sky, a hand shielding over his eyes. gray clouds hang over them like a broken tapestry, crippled and dreary.
junmyeon says nothing. he takes kyungsoo's hand and starts running. they go around the apartment complex and into the garden that belongs to the neighboring building. kyungsoo pulls back once junmyeon pushes open the gate, his feet skidding. he's pretty sure they're not supposed to be in here.
"hyung, what are you--"
"shhh," junmyeon whispers. he looks around furtively. the garden is empty.
the drizzles are growing into rain. kyungsoo sighs in dismay. he really hopes junmyeon's whimsical adventure will yield something positive. junmyeon takes kyungsoo's hand again, now slightly damp with the rain, and dashes into an enclosed patio off the side of the garden.
"whew," junmyeon exhaled, wiping down his sleeves. kyungsoo shoots him a look.
"what are we doing here?"
"just wait, kyungsoo," junmyeon says, looking straight ahead with an inexplicable smile on his face. "patience is a virtue."
kyungsoo rolls his eyes, but he waits, standing beside the older man. the rain begins to let up after a few minutes and soon, the sun peeks out from behind the clouds and the garden is slowly filled with a warm, golden glow.
"do you see the rainbow?" junmyeon asks out of nowhere. kyungsoo whips around his head and stares at junmyeon, who is pointing at a spot ahead of them.
"what.... are you high??"
"look."
kyungsoo follows junmyeon's line of sight and strains his eyes. then he sees it. he sees the rainbow.
three kittens are burrowing their way out of a bush, feet slipping over the muddy ground. kyungsoo's eyes grow large. the kittens must have been hiding when it started to drizzle. kyungsoo wonders if that bush is their home, how they get fed, who picks on them.
"is this your way of asking me if we could adopt them?" kyungsoo glances over at junmyeon, who has at some point shifted to behind him, an arm hanging over his shoulder casually.
"no, but aren't they just adorable?" junmyeon keeps his eyes on the kittens who seem to be sniffing around. he bursts out laughing when one of the kittens falls over. the broad, brilliant smile on his face draws kyungsoo's eyes for a long while. kyungsoo finally turns his eyes back to the kittens.
"yeah," kyungsoo says, breaking into a grin. "they are."
they end up bringing home the kittens anyway, not so much because of junmeyon's puppy eyes, but because kyungsoo would like to have rainbows in the apartment, adding colors to the occasionally monochromic life he shares with junmyeon.
4. kai/kyungsoo; fantasy, HP(?)!au; 833w my drabbles seem to get longer lmao
>>based on this [cr to owner; i was shown this so..] for no one/everyone ♦
kyungsoo had been wandering in the corridor when he heard a fluttering sound, like newborn wings being unfolded, tested for their viability. his eyes snapped open wide; he was certain he was the only one up and about at the dead of the night.
it was the first night of school and he had been tossing and turning since the lights went out at curfew, which was over three hours ago. he thought maybe reading would do him some good, so he had tiptoed out of his dormitory, shared with three other first-year's, closing the door with a soft thud with a portion book tucked under his arm. he would go read in the common room, he thought.
but then he got lost. the castle-esque school was like a labyrinth, each corner looking identical as the one before it as kyungsoo turned round and round. finally he gave up and tried to find his way back to the dormitory, the thickening night creeping up his back as he inched along, his book clutched in his sweaty hand.
the fluttering sound first rang against his ears when he strained his eyes into a dark corridor. it came from somewhere ahead of him. his heart was pounding and he almost lost grasp of his book. then he heard it again.
swallowing the lump in his throat, kyungsoo took ginger steps forward, his book clutched tightly against his chest.
a large bird cage loomed into his view and he gaped, his eyes fighting to adjust and make out the figure inside the cage. there was something behind bars where the fluttering sound had come from, but it stopped when kyungsoo approached. he felt he had walked into a vast, eerie silence, like a vacuum that absorbed the living and the dead. he got closer, and closer still until his face was right up against the bars. he was so close he could smell the rust on these metal bars, stretch his arms through them.
a humanoid was inside the cage, lying on the ground in the center. kyungsoo's first thought was that the humanoid looked like something he had seen in history books, books on the early humanity that the ministry had banned recently. kyungsoo stood still, hands limp by his side, as he studied the humanoid with utter fascination. the humanoid looked like a male and lay on his side, knees drawn up to his chin, eyes closed. the motionless wings on his back nearly spanned across the diameter of the cage. he was dressed in human clothes, all white, a stark contrast to the dark grey of his feathered appendages. kyungsoo found this odd--humanoids were less evolved creatures that lacked human tendencies such as self-awareness, kind of like adam and eve. they would not know to wear clothes as nudity should not concern them. he wondered if someone had dressed this humanoid, maybe the person that had put him in this cage. it seemed like the humanoid belonged to someone like a pet; the side of his neck was inked in a particular pattern telling of a possible owner, a mark of possession.
kyungsoo's musings fled from him when the humanoid stirred, his wings fluttering again. up close, it was more of a crackling sound, like the sound of fire being made, sparks slicing into cold air. terror gripped kyungsoo but what rooted him to the spot was unprecendented intrigue, as he could not tear his gaze away from the rising humanoid, wings stretching to full span. the humanoid tilted and noticed kyungsoo but did not seem at all surprised, as if he had been expecting the wide-eyed first-year wizard. the humanoid did not get on his feet--he floated up from the ground as if he weighed nothing, wings flapping slowly as he ascended.
kyungsoo raised his head, his eyes following the humanoid's every movement, the twitch in his wings, the blankness on his angelic face. he was the most beautiful humanoid (the only humanoid, actually) kyungsoo had ever seen; but if he were human, he would have been the most beautiful human kyungsoo had ever seen.
"go back to sleep, kyungsoo."
kyungsoo did not get to ascertain whether the humanoid just spoke to him or he had been hearing things; humanoids allegedly lacked the ability of speech. darkness enveloped him when he blinked, the winged mystery vanishing before his eyes.
he woke up to the morning bell in his bed, his portion book still clutched in his hand. kyungsoo wondered if he had been sleepwalking. he mustered up courage and asked a few friendly second-year's about a cage at the end of the west wing corridor. they all shot him a strange look as if he was sprouting nonsense. there was no cage in that corridor, they told him. there was no cage in this entire school.
but kyungsoo could not unsee the white-clothed figure with a pair of majestic wings flapping behind him, the most beautiful human being he had ever seen.
1. kai-centric | kai/luhan/baekhyun; angst, angel!au; 186w; 'carnal angel'
>>for gio [supposedly fanart prompt] ♦
His face was blank, ashen like the last snow of winter, his wings pinned to the colossal column behind him. It was as if he felt nothing, nothing at all as another of Satan's minions violated him. But they--both the citizens of the Kingdom and those of Purgatory--had stopped considering the act a violation long ago, because he was never pure to begin with. He was an anomaly, a cross between an angel and a demon. His wings could not save him from the incessant lust that characterized those who had been banished to the deepest, irretrievable ends of Hell.
Jongin, the Carnal Angel, had surrendered to his God-given identity. He deemed himself beyond redemption, like cracks in a wall worn out by the test of time. He felt too ashamed to accept the amnesty proffered by Luhan the Archangel, and too stubborn to concede to the invitation extended by Baekhyun the Archfiend.
So he remained stuck in between realms, weathered wings affixed to the column that he had claimed shelter, his soul searching for a home that he couldn't find in either Heaven or Hell.
2. luhan-centric; horror; 228w
>>based on this for gem ♦
he grimaces, feeling something that doesn't belong to his body settle in the pit of his stomach. the foreign substance, the thing, seems to permeate through every cell and lining of his visceral organs, pulling him inward then stretching him outward. he feels as if he's being split open right down the middle, maybe akin to getting hit by lightning, but not quite, because nothing can be agonizing as this. he writhes on the floor, falling victim to something he doesn't understand, and he claws his stomach, his throat, wanting to get the thing out somehow. but the thing just grows larger, like it's striving to break out the shell that is his body and monopolize the being that is luhan. nausea wrenches his stomach and the pain shoots all the way up his mouth, dragging the thing along his esophagus. his mouth stretches wide open on its own accord, his face distorted in a mixture of pain and horror, and he throws up so hard it creates a momentum that shoves him backward. panting heavily and trembling, he craws closer to the vomitus, a pool of blood and something else lying a few feet away. he gapes at the thing, wide-eyed and about to puke again from the sight of it. the sight of unamended mistakes and unspoken apologies, things that had been eating him up alive.
3. suho/kyungsoo; fluff, domestic!au; 588w
>>based on this for ning ♦
sometimes, kyungsoo believes junmyeon has got to be the weirdest person he has ever met. his belief turns into an unwavering conviction when junmyeon sits on his ass at seven in the morning and drags him out of bed, totally disregarding the fact, the unchangeable fact that kyungsoo is not a morning person.
he still isn't a morning person after he grunts through a shirt being tugged down his torso and suho flashes him a cheery smile.
"it is too early to be alive, hyung."
"no it isn't. c'mon," junmyeon says, sloppily patting down kyungsoo's bed hair that does not at all alleviate the sloppiness. "i wanna show you something."
so kyungsoo lets himself be tugged outside the apartment, partly because he's curious, and partly because he doesn't have the heart to wipe away junmyeon's smile. but when he steps out onto the sidewalk, he frowns.
"it's drizzling." kyungsoo looks up into the sky, a hand shielding over his eyes. gray clouds hang over them like a broken tapestry, crippled and dreary.
junmyeon says nothing. he takes kyungsoo's hand and starts running. they go around the apartment complex and into the garden that belongs to the neighboring building. kyungsoo pulls back once junmyeon pushes open the gate, his feet skidding. he's pretty sure they're not supposed to be in here.
"hyung, what are you--"
"shhh," junmyeon whispers. he looks around furtively. the garden is empty.
the drizzles are growing into rain. kyungsoo sighs in dismay. he really hopes junmyeon's whimsical adventure will yield something positive. junmyeon takes kyungsoo's hand again, now slightly damp with the rain, and dashes into an enclosed patio off the side of the garden.
"whew," junmyeon exhaled, wiping down his sleeves. kyungsoo shoots him a look.
"what are we doing here?"
"just wait, kyungsoo," junmyeon says, looking straight ahead with an inexplicable smile on his face. "patience is a virtue."
kyungsoo rolls his eyes, but he waits, standing beside the older man. the rain begins to let up after a few minutes and soon, the sun peeks out from behind the clouds and the garden is slowly filled with a warm, golden glow.
"do you see the rainbow?" junmyeon asks out of nowhere. kyungsoo whips around his head and stares at junmyeon, who is pointing at a spot ahead of them.
"what.... are you high??"
"look."
kyungsoo follows junmyeon's line of sight and strains his eyes. then he sees it. he sees the rainbow.
three kittens are burrowing their way out of a bush, feet slipping over the muddy ground. kyungsoo's eyes grow large. the kittens must have been hiding when it started to drizzle. kyungsoo wonders if that bush is their home, how they get fed, who picks on them.
"is this your way of asking me if we could adopt them?" kyungsoo glances over at junmyeon, who has at some point shifted to behind him, an arm hanging over his shoulder casually.
"no, but aren't they just adorable?" junmyeon keeps his eyes on the kittens who seem to be sniffing around. he bursts out laughing when one of the kittens falls over. the broad, brilliant smile on his face draws kyungsoo's eyes for a long while. kyungsoo finally turns his eyes back to the kittens.
"yeah," kyungsoo says, breaking into a grin. "they are."
they end up bringing home the kittens anyway, not so much because of junmeyon's puppy eyes, but because kyungsoo would like to have rainbows in the apartment, adding colors to the occasionally monochromic life he shares with junmyeon.
4. kai/kyungsoo; fantasy, HP(?)!au; 833w my drabbles seem to get longer lmao
>>based on this [cr to owner; i was shown this so..] for no one/everyone ♦
kyungsoo had been wandering in the corridor when he heard a fluttering sound, like newborn wings being unfolded, tested for their viability. his eyes snapped open wide; he was certain he was the only one up and about at the dead of the night.
it was the first night of school and he had been tossing and turning since the lights went out at curfew, which was over three hours ago. he thought maybe reading would do him some good, so he had tiptoed out of his dormitory, shared with three other first-year's, closing the door with a soft thud with a portion book tucked under his arm. he would go read in the common room, he thought.
but then he got lost. the castle-esque school was like a labyrinth, each corner looking identical as the one before it as kyungsoo turned round and round. finally he gave up and tried to find his way back to the dormitory, the thickening night creeping up his back as he inched along, his book clutched in his sweaty hand.
the fluttering sound first rang against his ears when he strained his eyes into a dark corridor. it came from somewhere ahead of him. his heart was pounding and he almost lost grasp of his book. then he heard it again.
swallowing the lump in his throat, kyungsoo took ginger steps forward, his book clutched tightly against his chest.
a large bird cage loomed into his view and he gaped, his eyes fighting to adjust and make out the figure inside the cage. there was something behind bars where the fluttering sound had come from, but it stopped when kyungsoo approached. he felt he had walked into a vast, eerie silence, like a vacuum that absorbed the living and the dead. he got closer, and closer still until his face was right up against the bars. he was so close he could smell the rust on these metal bars, stretch his arms through them.
a humanoid was inside the cage, lying on the ground in the center. kyungsoo's first thought was that the humanoid looked like something he had seen in history books, books on the early humanity that the ministry had banned recently. kyungsoo stood still, hands limp by his side, as he studied the humanoid with utter fascination. the humanoid looked like a male and lay on his side, knees drawn up to his chin, eyes closed. the motionless wings on his back nearly spanned across the diameter of the cage. he was dressed in human clothes, all white, a stark contrast to the dark grey of his feathered appendages. kyungsoo found this odd--humanoids were less evolved creatures that lacked human tendencies such as self-awareness, kind of like adam and eve. they would not know to wear clothes as nudity should not concern them. he wondered if someone had dressed this humanoid, maybe the person that had put him in this cage. it seemed like the humanoid belonged to someone like a pet; the side of his neck was inked in a particular pattern telling of a possible owner, a mark of possession.
kyungsoo's musings fled from him when the humanoid stirred, his wings fluttering again. up close, it was more of a crackling sound, like the sound of fire being made, sparks slicing into cold air. terror gripped kyungsoo but what rooted him to the spot was unprecendented intrigue, as he could not tear his gaze away from the rising humanoid, wings stretching to full span. the humanoid tilted and noticed kyungsoo but did not seem at all surprised, as if he had been expecting the wide-eyed first-year wizard. the humanoid did not get on his feet--he floated up from the ground as if he weighed nothing, wings flapping slowly as he ascended.
kyungsoo raised his head, his eyes following the humanoid's every movement, the twitch in his wings, the blankness on his angelic face. he was the most beautiful humanoid (the only humanoid, actually) kyungsoo had ever seen; but if he were human, he would have been the most beautiful human kyungsoo had ever seen.
"go back to sleep, kyungsoo."
kyungsoo did not get to ascertain whether the humanoid just spoke to him or he had been hearing things; humanoids allegedly lacked the ability of speech. darkness enveloped him when he blinked, the winged mystery vanishing before his eyes.
he woke up to the morning bell in his bed, his portion book still clutched in his hand. kyungsoo wondered if he had been sleepwalking. he mustered up courage and asked a few friendly second-year's about a cage at the end of the west wing corridor. they all shot him a strange look as if he was sprouting nonsense. there was no cage in that corridor, they told him. there was no cage in this entire school.
but kyungsoo could not unsee the white-clothed figure with a pair of majestic wings flapping behind him, the most beautiful human being he had ever seen.