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LEON (+ rabin) DRABBLE DUMP TIME (or, a study in how all my fics are exactly the same)
01. twitfic (taekwoon fingering hakyeon wet and messy and open. that's it. that's the fic.)
hakyeon shudders into the sheets, hands curled into fists as taekwoon presses a kiss to the curve of his back, exposed in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window and spilling across their bed. his thighs are slick with lube and taekwoon’s got two fingers inside him, working him open slowly, torturously.
hakyeon moans as taekwoon sucks a bruise into his neck, biting his lip as taekwoon sneaks a hand around his waist and thumbs the head of his cock, spreading the pre-come across his fingertips and all over hakyeon’s hard cock. “please,” he whimpers with a roll of his hips, reveling in the delicious burn of taekwoon’s long, thin fingers inside him.
he can feel taekwoon smirk against his flushed skin, and he whines, high in his throat as taekwoon moves down, biting gently as he goes. the teasing is agonizingly slow, and hakyeon closes his eyes when he feels taekwoon’s breath on his ass, bracing himself for what he knows is about to come.
he’s not disappointed when taekwoon slides a third finger inside, murmuring about how good hakyeon looks taking him in. hakyeon cries out sharply when taekwoon finally brushes against his prostate, arching into the touch and burying his face in the crook of his arm to muffle his voice.
he feels much too hot, and he’s not at all prepared for the press of taekwoon’s tongue against his hole, a choked sob escaping him as he pushes back reflexively, desperate for more. taekwoon licks into him, his fingers moving roughly, reducing hakyeon to incoherency as he loses any semblance of thought, capable of only small, “ah, ah,” sounds, too far gone for words.
his thighs are shaking when taekwoon pulls back, slowly slipping his fingers out, and hakyeon whines at the loss, reaching back, desperate to be filled. taekwoon stops him with a hand around his wrist and another around his cock, letting hakyeon rut against him, needy and wanting, begging for taekwoon to fuck him hard.
taekwoon kisses him messily, the angle too awkward to be proper, but hakyeon moans helplessly, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide. taekwoon is careful to enter him slowly, letting hakyeon adjust and relax, and coaxing more of those wanton little noises out of him as he strokes his cock lazily.
hakyeon has never been particularly loud during sex, but he is noisy, and taekwoon drinks in every one of his stuttered gasps, particularly enjoying the way hakyeon unravels beneath him, all the tension of the day stripped away with each thrust until hakyeon is pliant and dazed and all he knows is the way taekwoon’s name curls around his tongue.
taekwoon likes how his voice rises in pitch when he gets close, likes how his whole body tenses in anticipation, gripping taekwoon as well, tight and hot, just thrumming on the edge of release. his orgasm, as always, is breathtaking, sharp and fluid and intense in the way it overtakes him, as if hakyeon is giving into himself, desperate and unrestrained.
taekwoon is never far behind, and he loves those moments just after hakyeon has come and his body is loose and languid and he takes taekwoon with the most excruciatingly filthy moans like he could never get enough. and that always does taekwoon in, without fail, the look on hakyeon’s face as he whimpers brokenly, painfully overstimulated and still greedy for more.
but it’s the way hakyeon looks at him after, the way hakyeon is sated and sleepy and how he lets taekwoon take care of him, cleaning him up and brushing the hair out of his eyes, that makes taekwoon’s heart stop and start again, like the scenes of a movie rewound and replayed.
hakyeon reaches for him, and taekwoon goes.
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02. twitfic (in which hakyeon is an actualfax fairy, taekwoon is a demon, and everyone's here for the party at mt olympus)
hakyeon is sitting in the seventh circle of hell once again. it’s not a terrible place, to be quite honest, a bit hot, but otherwise nice and neat. but he’s not supposed to be here. (he’s never supposed to be here.) “hyoshin’s going to kill me,” he says balefully, readjusting his flower crown as it starts to wilt a little from the heat. “it’s already may, and i still haven’t visited the greek hills. oh god, i’m so dead.”
“one more day won’t kill you,” says taekwoon from his hollowed out seat along the jagged walls. his leathery wings are folded in on themselves, not so imposing anymore when they’re not whipping about dangerously close to hakyeon’s face.
“it’s been three weeks!” hakyeon screeches. “do you want me to die?”
taekwoon raises an eyebrow.
“you know what i mean!” hakyeon huffs, fussing with the wrinkle in his toga. “you said you’d give me four hours in greece. you promised!”
“i gave you four hours,” says taekwoon, bored. “you wasted three talking to your friend.”
“i did not spend thr-” but then hakyeon remembers how wonshik roped him into chasing down poseidon and how inguk had been less than pleased to be called into his human form to refill wonshik’s wine stores.
“the big man upstairs needs them,” wonshik had sworn solemnly with hakyeon nodding furiously behind him.
“how is inguk?” taekwoon questions, the blackness of his eyes glinting from the flames dancing around them. hakyeon could swear taekwoon’s messing with him, but he can’t tell for sure, not when taekwoon’s got his feet shackled to the floor just because he was late in returning once, /once/. (hakyeon’s still a little offended taekwoon doesn’t trust him. a fairy never goes back on their word, and hakyeon had promised to always come back, he just gets a little side-tracked sometimes.)
“fine,” says hakyeon, pouting. “wet.”
taekwoon hums in acknowledgement.
“speaking of which,” says hakyeon. “it’s hot in here, can’t you put in some windows or something?”
taekwoon ignores him.
“i’m a fairy!” hakyeon complains. “i’m not meant to sweat open my pores!”
taekwoon adamantly ignores him.
“do you have to have the fire? it’s not like you’re using it for anything,” hakyeon continues. “and, and! it’s been like, five years since i first came down here, don’t i get a present or something? a wish for good behavior?”
taekwoon snorts. hakyeon ignores him.
“you’re so not romantic,” he grumps. “even the mortals leave presents for me.”
“you broke my soul vase,” taekwoon reminds him.
“who leaves life energies just lying around!” hakyeon yells, not for the first time.
“you’ve broken three,” says taekwoon.
“stop putting them where you know i can’t see!” hakyeon wails. “you know i have blind spots!”
“stop flying around then,” says taekwoon, as usual.
“maybe if you stopped making the floors hot as hell,” hakyeon snides back.
“come here,” beckons taekwoon.
“no,” says hakyeon childishly, but getting up anyway. he pads over to taekwoon, his worn sandals dragging noisily over the smooth stone ground.
taekwoon crooks a finger, and hakyeon sits down beside him, frowning when the whiteless eyes seem to smile at him, mischievous and sly. the chains on his foot are hot against his skin, and hakyeon blames them for the way he flushes when taekwoon leans in close, wings flexing with his movements.
taekwoon reaches out, waving a hand over the top of his head, and hakyeon reaches up automatically. his hands close around his ring of flowers that’s no longer wilting, but crisp and fresh as the day he’d picked them. his mouth twitches involuntarily, and taekwoon smiles at him, knowing.
“thank you,” hakyeon says meekly, looking down. taekwoon cups his chin with his hand and kisses him, mouth hot and enticing, and hakyeon breathes into him, helpless, eyes fluttering shut as taekwoon pulls him closer. he can’t help how his pulse races when taekwoon skims a hand down his thigh, and he gasps when the sharp nails dig into his skin.
he misses the days when he could sleep under the willow trees, when he could bring flowers for the young sprites in the forests. his heart will always yearn for the morning grass beneath his feet, wet with dew, but as taekwoon presses a hand to the back of his neck, pulling hakyeon into his lap, cocooning them underneath his wings, hakyeon thinks the underworld isn’t as bad as the stories makes it seem.
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03. asked by lu-handsome on tumblr: rabin in a cabin
“is it snowing again?” wonshik asks in disbelief, staring out the window of the den. he turns around, craning his neck towards the kitchen. “i think it’s snowing again!”
“it’s winter,” hongbin says patiently, tapping out an unsteady rhythm on the countertop as he waits for the hot water to boil. “that tends to happen.”
“but how will we get home,” wonshik wants to know.
“we can figure that out next week,” says hongbin wisely. he shivers a little, the air in the cabin just this side of too cool for comfort, and he tugs unconsciously at the sleeve of his sweater, pulling it past his wrist until it slips warmly over his chilled fingers.
he’s about to ask wonshik to turn up the heat when he’s enveloped the bright pink unicorn snuggie hakyeon had given him as a joke.
“are you cold?” wonshik asks, the breath of his words tickling the shell of hongbin’s ear. hongbin smiles, leaning back into wonshik’s solid chest, letting wonshik wrap his arms around his waist.
“i’m okay,” says hongbin, laughing as wonshik nuzzles his neck. the tea kettle whistles, and he tries to extricate himself from wonshik’s hold, but wonshik just kisses his temple and tells him not to worry, he’s got it.
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04. asked by mogsori on tumblr: leon harry potter au
hakyeon trumps back to the ravenclaw dormitory at half past two in the morning, arms aching from the twenty-five times the caretaker had made him polish tom riddle’s dumb services to the school trophy from like, the last century.
he stops in front of the door, jumping nearly a foot in the air, when a hand touches his back and another covers his mouth to muffle his shout of terror.
“it’s me,” says taekwoon, face obscured by the midnight shadows. hakyeon relaxes, heart still racing, and makes a strangled noise of confusion.
“what are you doing out here?” he asks. “did you get the answer wrong?”
taekwoon shakes his head. “no,” he says simply, with no further explanation. “i was waiting for you.”
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05. twitfic (au in which vixx are mutant delinquents.)
the way hakyeon smiles, all bared teeth and lips curled cruelly, sends shivers down taekwoon’s spine. he’s known from the start that hakyeon is dangerous, and he’s got a fury within him that he can’t hold down. taekwoon likes to think he understands hakyeon at some level, but he knows he could never tame him, could never make the leader of their little gang of pyromaniacal misfits a docile creature. (hakyeon burns much too hot to be held down.)
but when hakyeon smiles at him, when his eyes are bright and clear, and he kisses taekwoon all tongue and no teeth, taekwoon dreams about the impossible. he aches for the day when he can reach for hakyeon and extinguish his sparks before they flare into the catastrophic demons hakyeon tries so hard to lock away.
there’s something in hakyeon that’s dark and terrifying, something that taekwoon can’t quell with words or a touch to the small of his back. hakyeon is the only one of the six of them who doesn’t carry a lighter because he doesn’t need to. it’s not necessary when a snap of a finger or a clap of his hands can set cities aflame.
but when hakyeon is okay, when he’s straddling taekwoon’s lap with his hands in taekwoon’s hair, his lips swollen and red, and his gasps are quiet and pleading, taekwoon reaches for him. he holds hakyeon by his hips and pulls him close, whispering promises he hopes to keep.
taekwoon has his own problems; he’s got a quick temper and a quicker fist, but he thinks, maybe, if he could just save hakyeon, there might be redemption for himself.
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06. twitfic [ on a side note from marathoning vixxtv hakyeon’s beeping vastly improved over the course of the eps I wonder ~who~ helped w that ]
because hakyeon’s voice is not unpleasant. it’s a bit hoarse and fucking grating when he whines, but when he’s singing, quiet and subdued, taekwoon rather likes it. it’s a comforting sound, warm, and taekwoon likes it when hakyeon kisses him, humming low in the back of his throat, teasing, so when hakyeon frowns at him after they finish recording vixx tv for the week, after wonshik and jaehwan are done heckling him for his lack of skill, taekwoon finds that he can’t resist hakyeon’s pleas to help him with his vocals.
his eyes are sad and pathetic, and taekwoon wants to bat him away because hakyeon’s not a bad singer anyway and it’s not like anyone actually cares that he can’t hold a high note, but taekwoon knows that hakyeon’s pride is hurt and no amount of reasoning is actually going to get through, so he sighs heavily through his nose and lets hakyeon drag them to an empty room to get to work.
“you’re using your throat,” taekwoon chides as hakyeon attempts a high c. he smacks hakyeon lightly on his stomach. “from here,” he says, frowning.
hakyeon grumbles about not needing to be so violent but taekwoon ignores him as he’s always done, and hakyeon tries again. it’s shaky, but better, and hakyeon looks a little pleased at the result. “that wasn’t c,” says taekwoon, but hakyeon smiles at him, beatific, and taekwoon decides that’s enough for today.
(and then later, back at the dorm, taekwoon hears hakyeon practicing in the shower, voicing echoing slightly off the tiles, and he leans against the wall, waiting, smirking a little when hakyeon emerges, hair damp, and stray rivulets of water still clinging to his neck.
he starts at the sight of taekwoon and grins guiltily at being caught, but he just tosses his head back proudly and asks, “so?” and taekwoon doesn’t answer, just smiles and leans forward, tilting hakyeon’s chin up with a finger and kissing him swiftly.
“better,” taekwoon acquiesces, and hakyeon’s grin melts into pure delight, and even now, after all these years, taekwoon still marvels at how easy it is to draw out a smile from the man. hakyeon is practically floating when he moves in for another kiss, his happiness radiating from his pores.
“come to bed,” taekwoon asks of him, and hakyeon takes his outstretched hand and follows.)
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07. twitfic (au in which wood nymph hakyeon convinces hunter taekwoon not to hunt anymore)
“hey!” taekwoon stops walking and looks around, trying to place a person to the voice. “hello? is someone up there?”
taekwoon peers over a bush, the scattered branches beside it marking the area as trapped. hunched behind the leaves is a boy with impossibly red hair, features too sharp to be human.
“can you help me?” the boy asks. taekwoon frowns.
“you should be careful,” he says instead. “there are hunters here.”
the boy grimaces. “yeah, i know,” he sighs, and he shifts enough so that taekwoon sees his foot caught in one of taekwoon’s traps.
“is this yours?” it comes across accusatory, and taekwoon’s frown deepens.
“yes,” he says, crouching down and feeling for the release on the device. the teeth snap apart, and taekwoon inspects the damage. the trigger’s ruined, but it’s nothing taekwoon can’t repair in a day.
“you shouldn’t be using those,” the boy says sharply. he hasn’t moved, and he’s got a hand around his foot gingerly. taekwoon can see the punctures in his skin from where he’d tried to pull himself free.
“here,” he says, ignoring the words and rummaging around his bag for a roll of bandages. the boy eyes him warily, but takes it nonetheless wraps his wounds inexpertly.
“why are you leaving these things?” the boy asks as he tries to tug the gauze tighter. taekwoon exhales slowly through his nose and bats his hands out of the way so he can wrap the boy’s foot properly.
“i’m a hunter,” says taekwoon. “i hunt things.”
“but why?” the boy persists.
“to eat,” says taekwoon.
“oh, well,” snorts the boy. “if that’s all, why don’t you just eat the fruits?”
“hardly filling,” taekwoon retorts.
“then you’re just not eating the right ones,” says the boy cheekily. he smiles when taekwoon looks up, and it’s a smug thing, lips pursed in a self-satisfied manner. “i can show you, if you’d like,” the boy offers. a slight breeze ripples through the forest, and the wind reveals the long, pointed tips of his ears, and his eyes are relaxed now, amused, as they gaze at taekwoon, as if they’re seeing more than just a face of a human passing through.
“and what exactly will you show me?” asks taekwoon. “who are you?”
the boy grins. “i’m cha hakyeon,” he says. “guardian of the forest, and you aren’t allowed to harm anything while i’m around. so are you going to come with me or what?” taekwoon glances at hakyeon’s outstretched hand and pushes himself to his feet. he’s lost his day, and he’s not going to get any less hungry by wandering around the woods himself.
hakyeon springs up, brushing himself off and testing his weight on his foot. he smiles again and heads back toward the main path, beckoning taekwoon along. so taekwoon goes.
and i guess i might as well make this post open to prompts?? leon/rabin only tho pl0x and and aND don't forget to check out writevixx!!
01. twitfic (taekwoon fingering hakyeon wet and messy and open. that's it. that's the fic.)
hakyeon shudders into the sheets, hands curled into fists as taekwoon presses a kiss to the curve of his back, exposed in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window and spilling across their bed. his thighs are slick with lube and taekwoon’s got two fingers inside him, working him open slowly, torturously.
hakyeon moans as taekwoon sucks a bruise into his neck, biting his lip as taekwoon sneaks a hand around his waist and thumbs the head of his cock, spreading the pre-come across his fingertips and all over hakyeon’s hard cock. “please,” he whimpers with a roll of his hips, reveling in the delicious burn of taekwoon’s long, thin fingers inside him.
he can feel taekwoon smirk against his flushed skin, and he whines, high in his throat as taekwoon moves down, biting gently as he goes. the teasing is agonizingly slow, and hakyeon closes his eyes when he feels taekwoon’s breath on his ass, bracing himself for what he knows is about to come.
he’s not disappointed when taekwoon slides a third finger inside, murmuring about how good hakyeon looks taking him in. hakyeon cries out sharply when taekwoon finally brushes against his prostate, arching into the touch and burying his face in the crook of his arm to muffle his voice.
he feels much too hot, and he’s not at all prepared for the press of taekwoon’s tongue against his hole, a choked sob escaping him as he pushes back reflexively, desperate for more. taekwoon licks into him, his fingers moving roughly, reducing hakyeon to incoherency as he loses any semblance of thought, capable of only small, “ah, ah,” sounds, too far gone for words.
his thighs are shaking when taekwoon pulls back, slowly slipping his fingers out, and hakyeon whines at the loss, reaching back, desperate to be filled. taekwoon stops him with a hand around his wrist and another around his cock, letting hakyeon rut against him, needy and wanting, begging for taekwoon to fuck him hard.
taekwoon kisses him messily, the angle too awkward to be proper, but hakyeon moans helplessly, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide. taekwoon is careful to enter him slowly, letting hakyeon adjust and relax, and coaxing more of those wanton little noises out of him as he strokes his cock lazily.
hakyeon has never been particularly loud during sex, but he is noisy, and taekwoon drinks in every one of his stuttered gasps, particularly enjoying the way hakyeon unravels beneath him, all the tension of the day stripped away with each thrust until hakyeon is pliant and dazed and all he knows is the way taekwoon’s name curls around his tongue.
taekwoon likes how his voice rises in pitch when he gets close, likes how his whole body tenses in anticipation, gripping taekwoon as well, tight and hot, just thrumming on the edge of release. his orgasm, as always, is breathtaking, sharp and fluid and intense in the way it overtakes him, as if hakyeon is giving into himself, desperate and unrestrained.
taekwoon is never far behind, and he loves those moments just after hakyeon has come and his body is loose and languid and he takes taekwoon with the most excruciatingly filthy moans like he could never get enough. and that always does taekwoon in, without fail, the look on hakyeon’s face as he whimpers brokenly, painfully overstimulated and still greedy for more.
but it’s the way hakyeon looks at him after, the way hakyeon is sated and sleepy and how he lets taekwoon take care of him, cleaning him up and brushing the hair out of his eyes, that makes taekwoon’s heart stop and start again, like the scenes of a movie rewound and replayed.
hakyeon reaches for him, and taekwoon goes.
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02. twitfic (in which hakyeon is an actualfax fairy, taekwoon is a demon, and everyone's here for the party at mt olympus)
hakyeon is sitting in the seventh circle of hell once again. it’s not a terrible place, to be quite honest, a bit hot, but otherwise nice and neat. but he’s not supposed to be here. (he’s never supposed to be here.) “hyoshin’s going to kill me,” he says balefully, readjusting his flower crown as it starts to wilt a little from the heat. “it’s already may, and i still haven’t visited the greek hills. oh god, i’m so dead.”
“one more day won’t kill you,” says taekwoon from his hollowed out seat along the jagged walls. his leathery wings are folded in on themselves, not so imposing anymore when they’re not whipping about dangerously close to hakyeon’s face.
“it’s been three weeks!” hakyeon screeches. “do you want me to die?”
taekwoon raises an eyebrow.
“you know what i mean!” hakyeon huffs, fussing with the wrinkle in his toga. “you said you’d give me four hours in greece. you promised!”
“i gave you four hours,” says taekwoon, bored. “you wasted three talking to your friend.”
“i did not spend thr-” but then hakyeon remembers how wonshik roped him into chasing down poseidon and how inguk had been less than pleased to be called into his human form to refill wonshik’s wine stores.
“the big man upstairs needs them,” wonshik had sworn solemnly with hakyeon nodding furiously behind him.
“how is inguk?” taekwoon questions, the blackness of his eyes glinting from the flames dancing around them. hakyeon could swear taekwoon’s messing with him, but he can’t tell for sure, not when taekwoon’s got his feet shackled to the floor just because he was late in returning once, /once/. (hakyeon’s still a little offended taekwoon doesn’t trust him. a fairy never goes back on their word, and hakyeon had promised to always come back, he just gets a little side-tracked sometimes.)
“fine,” says hakyeon, pouting. “wet.”
taekwoon hums in acknowledgement.
“speaking of which,” says hakyeon. “it’s hot in here, can’t you put in some windows or something?”
taekwoon ignores him.
“i’m a fairy!” hakyeon complains. “i’m not meant to sweat open my pores!”
taekwoon adamantly ignores him.
“do you have to have the fire? it’s not like you’re using it for anything,” hakyeon continues. “and, and! it’s been like, five years since i first came down here, don’t i get a present or something? a wish for good behavior?”
taekwoon snorts. hakyeon ignores him.
“you’re so not romantic,” he grumps. “even the mortals leave presents for me.”
“you broke my soul vase,” taekwoon reminds him.
“who leaves life energies just lying around!” hakyeon yells, not for the first time.
“you’ve broken three,” says taekwoon.
“stop putting them where you know i can’t see!” hakyeon wails. “you know i have blind spots!”
“stop flying around then,” says taekwoon, as usual.
“maybe if you stopped making the floors hot as hell,” hakyeon snides back.
“come here,” beckons taekwoon.
“no,” says hakyeon childishly, but getting up anyway. he pads over to taekwoon, his worn sandals dragging noisily over the smooth stone ground.
taekwoon crooks a finger, and hakyeon sits down beside him, frowning when the whiteless eyes seem to smile at him, mischievous and sly. the chains on his foot are hot against his skin, and hakyeon blames them for the way he flushes when taekwoon leans in close, wings flexing with his movements.
taekwoon reaches out, waving a hand over the top of his head, and hakyeon reaches up automatically. his hands close around his ring of flowers that’s no longer wilting, but crisp and fresh as the day he’d picked them. his mouth twitches involuntarily, and taekwoon smiles at him, knowing.
“thank you,” hakyeon says meekly, looking down. taekwoon cups his chin with his hand and kisses him, mouth hot and enticing, and hakyeon breathes into him, helpless, eyes fluttering shut as taekwoon pulls him closer. he can’t help how his pulse races when taekwoon skims a hand down his thigh, and he gasps when the sharp nails dig into his skin.
he misses the days when he could sleep under the willow trees, when he could bring flowers for the young sprites in the forests. his heart will always yearn for the morning grass beneath his feet, wet with dew, but as taekwoon presses a hand to the back of his neck, pulling hakyeon into his lap, cocooning them underneath his wings, hakyeon thinks the underworld isn’t as bad as the stories makes it seem.
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03. asked by lu-handsome on tumblr: rabin in a cabin
“is it snowing again?” wonshik asks in disbelief, staring out the window of the den. he turns around, craning his neck towards the kitchen. “i think it’s snowing again!”
“it’s winter,” hongbin says patiently, tapping out an unsteady rhythm on the countertop as he waits for the hot water to boil. “that tends to happen.”
“but how will we get home,” wonshik wants to know.
“we can figure that out next week,” says hongbin wisely. he shivers a little, the air in the cabin just this side of too cool for comfort, and he tugs unconsciously at the sleeve of his sweater, pulling it past his wrist until it slips warmly over his chilled fingers.
he’s about to ask wonshik to turn up the heat when he’s enveloped the bright pink unicorn snuggie hakyeon had given him as a joke.
“are you cold?” wonshik asks, the breath of his words tickling the shell of hongbin’s ear. hongbin smiles, leaning back into wonshik’s solid chest, letting wonshik wrap his arms around his waist.
“i’m okay,” says hongbin, laughing as wonshik nuzzles his neck. the tea kettle whistles, and he tries to extricate himself from wonshik’s hold, but wonshik just kisses his temple and tells him not to worry, he’s got it.
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04. asked by mogsori on tumblr: leon harry potter au
hakyeon trumps back to the ravenclaw dormitory at half past two in the morning, arms aching from the twenty-five times the caretaker had made him polish tom riddle’s dumb services to the school trophy from like, the last century.
he stops in front of the door, jumping nearly a foot in the air, when a hand touches his back and another covers his mouth to muffle his shout of terror.
“it’s me,” says taekwoon, face obscured by the midnight shadows. hakyeon relaxes, heart still racing, and makes a strangled noise of confusion.
“what are you doing out here?” he asks. “did you get the answer wrong?”
taekwoon shakes his head. “no,” he says simply, with no further explanation. “i was waiting for you.”
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05. twitfic (au in which vixx are mutant delinquents.)
the way hakyeon smiles, all bared teeth and lips curled cruelly, sends shivers down taekwoon’s spine. he’s known from the start that hakyeon is dangerous, and he’s got a fury within him that he can’t hold down. taekwoon likes to think he understands hakyeon at some level, but he knows he could never tame him, could never make the leader of their little gang of pyromaniacal misfits a docile creature. (hakyeon burns much too hot to be held down.)
but when hakyeon smiles at him, when his eyes are bright and clear, and he kisses taekwoon all tongue and no teeth, taekwoon dreams about the impossible. he aches for the day when he can reach for hakyeon and extinguish his sparks before they flare into the catastrophic demons hakyeon tries so hard to lock away.
there’s something in hakyeon that’s dark and terrifying, something that taekwoon can’t quell with words or a touch to the small of his back. hakyeon is the only one of the six of them who doesn’t carry a lighter because he doesn’t need to. it’s not necessary when a snap of a finger or a clap of his hands can set cities aflame.
but when hakyeon is okay, when he’s straddling taekwoon’s lap with his hands in taekwoon’s hair, his lips swollen and red, and his gasps are quiet and pleading, taekwoon reaches for him. he holds hakyeon by his hips and pulls him close, whispering promises he hopes to keep.
taekwoon has his own problems; he’s got a quick temper and a quicker fist, but he thinks, maybe, if he could just save hakyeon, there might be redemption for himself.
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06. twitfic [ on a side note from marathoning vixxtv hakyeon’s beeping vastly improved over the course of the eps I wonder ~who~ helped w that ]
because hakyeon’s voice is not unpleasant. it’s a bit hoarse and fucking grating when he whines, but when he’s singing, quiet and subdued, taekwoon rather likes it. it’s a comforting sound, warm, and taekwoon likes it when hakyeon kisses him, humming low in the back of his throat, teasing, so when hakyeon frowns at him after they finish recording vixx tv for the week, after wonshik and jaehwan are done heckling him for his lack of skill, taekwoon finds that he can’t resist hakyeon’s pleas to help him with his vocals.
his eyes are sad and pathetic, and taekwoon wants to bat him away because hakyeon’s not a bad singer anyway and it’s not like anyone actually cares that he can’t hold a high note, but taekwoon knows that hakyeon’s pride is hurt and no amount of reasoning is actually going to get through, so he sighs heavily through his nose and lets hakyeon drag them to an empty room to get to work.
“you’re using your throat,” taekwoon chides as hakyeon attempts a high c. he smacks hakyeon lightly on his stomach. “from here,” he says, frowning.
hakyeon grumbles about not needing to be so violent but taekwoon ignores him as he’s always done, and hakyeon tries again. it’s shaky, but better, and hakyeon looks a little pleased at the result. “that wasn’t c,” says taekwoon, but hakyeon smiles at him, beatific, and taekwoon decides that’s enough for today.
(and then later, back at the dorm, taekwoon hears hakyeon practicing in the shower, voicing echoing slightly off the tiles, and he leans against the wall, waiting, smirking a little when hakyeon emerges, hair damp, and stray rivulets of water still clinging to his neck.
he starts at the sight of taekwoon and grins guiltily at being caught, but he just tosses his head back proudly and asks, “so?” and taekwoon doesn’t answer, just smiles and leans forward, tilting hakyeon’s chin up with a finger and kissing him swiftly.
“better,” taekwoon acquiesces, and hakyeon’s grin melts into pure delight, and even now, after all these years, taekwoon still marvels at how easy it is to draw out a smile from the man. hakyeon is practically floating when he moves in for another kiss, his happiness radiating from his pores.
“come to bed,” taekwoon asks of him, and hakyeon takes his outstretched hand and follows.)
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07. twitfic (au in which wood nymph hakyeon convinces hunter taekwoon not to hunt anymore)
“hey!” taekwoon stops walking and looks around, trying to place a person to the voice. “hello? is someone up there?”
taekwoon peers over a bush, the scattered branches beside it marking the area as trapped. hunched behind the leaves is a boy with impossibly red hair, features too sharp to be human.
“can you help me?” the boy asks. taekwoon frowns.
“you should be careful,” he says instead. “there are hunters here.”
the boy grimaces. “yeah, i know,” he sighs, and he shifts enough so that taekwoon sees his foot caught in one of taekwoon’s traps.
“is this yours?” it comes across accusatory, and taekwoon’s frown deepens.
“yes,” he says, crouching down and feeling for the release on the device. the teeth snap apart, and taekwoon inspects the damage. the trigger’s ruined, but it’s nothing taekwoon can’t repair in a day.
“you shouldn’t be using those,” the boy says sharply. he hasn’t moved, and he’s got a hand around his foot gingerly. taekwoon can see the punctures in his skin from where he’d tried to pull himself free.
“here,” he says, ignoring the words and rummaging around his bag for a roll of bandages. the boy eyes him warily, but takes it nonetheless wraps his wounds inexpertly.
“why are you leaving these things?” the boy asks as he tries to tug the gauze tighter. taekwoon exhales slowly through his nose and bats his hands out of the way so he can wrap the boy’s foot properly.
“i’m a hunter,” says taekwoon. “i hunt things.”
“but why?” the boy persists.
“to eat,” says taekwoon.
“oh, well,” snorts the boy. “if that’s all, why don’t you just eat the fruits?”
“hardly filling,” taekwoon retorts.
“then you’re just not eating the right ones,” says the boy cheekily. he smiles when taekwoon looks up, and it’s a smug thing, lips pursed in a self-satisfied manner. “i can show you, if you’d like,” the boy offers. a slight breeze ripples through the forest, and the wind reveals the long, pointed tips of his ears, and his eyes are relaxed now, amused, as they gaze at taekwoon, as if they’re seeing more than just a face of a human passing through.
“and what exactly will you show me?” asks taekwoon. “who are you?”
the boy grins. “i’m cha hakyeon,” he says. “guardian of the forest, and you aren’t allowed to harm anything while i’m around. so are you going to come with me or what?” taekwoon glances at hakyeon’s outstretched hand and pushes himself to his feet. he’s lost his day, and he’s not going to get any less hungry by wandering around the woods himself.
hakyeon springs up, brushing himself off and testing his weight on his foot. he smiles again and heads back toward the main path, beckoning taekwoon along. so taekwoon goes.
and i guess i might as well make this post open to prompts?? leon/rabin only tho pl0x and and aND don't forget to check out writevixx!!