[fanvid] fairytale + [fanfic] seoul song
Title: Fairytale [a Bedtime Stories video]
Characters/Pairings: El Diablo Con Las Cejas Mal, Princess Maria, Sir Alejandro, Fairy Godmother!Francis & Dragon!Alfred; Sir AlejandroxPrincessxEl Diablo
Original Artist: me
Video Editor: me
Rating: PG13 for one blood splatter.
Warnings: OC, Bedtime Story AU, some violence, pictures out of time with the music; I am sorry.
Summary: Before he became a fat glob of a dragon, Alfred was round, small, and easily bored. Before she was a heavily guarded princess, she was a little girl crying for her brother. And before he kidnapped his enemy’s daughter, he had fallen in love with her. This is my long-due tribute to damagectrl's awesome UKPH AU fic "Bedtime Stories".
(Years ago, when I was younger, I kinda liked a girl I knew)
As usual, fake cut leads to YouTube. This is the embedded vid:
Ei-unnie, this is for the mochi and things of interest and your awesomeness in general. This will forever be my favorite Hetalia fic. <3
And another thing before I go:
Title: wrong way up
Characters/Pairings: South Korea/OC!Piri
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: OCs, sort-of human AU, so much fluff it migh cause cavities. Unbetaed, 10-minute writing exercise.
Summary: Sort-of human AU. A pretty Filipino exchange student catches the eye of a certain Korean artist.
There has always been an Im Yong Soo sketching portraits on the sidewalk near this particular park.
They never really knew if all those generations of Ims through the years were one and the same; and maybe nobody ever cared. After all, it may have been just coincidence that for as long as they could remember, the guy sketching manhwa-style portraits always had a charming (but somewhat annoying) smile, a keen appreciation for people's chests, and an unnatural curl sticking out of his hair. (There were some people who could swear that when they looked at it long enough, it actually smiled.)
Im Yong Soo - who may or may not be already a half-millenium old - brushed off a few stray pencil strokes with his eraser and gave his sketch another final look. Like all other times, it was beautiful, but it was something he always tended to disregard. However, this was just about the only time he looked at that slip of paper as something more than a drawing.
It was a girl, her long, black, glossy hair tied into a pair of pigtails tucked in behind her ears. She was wearing a pink checkered jumper skirt over her white blouse, and a pink ribbon was tied on her neck and the puffs on her long sleeves. Her smile looked so alive it was almost as if she could jump out of the paper and give the viewer a hug. Her feet were raised several inches above the paper margin, her pose as if she were jumping to reach the sky.
Yong Soo looked beside him and smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. According to the whispers on the street, she was going to be leaving soon. And he didn't even get a chance to talk to her yet, or even know her name.
All he knew was that she was an exchange student from the Philippines who juggled part-time jobs like a Cirque de Soleil artist, that she was cheerful and got along with others well, and that she was going to quit her part-time job at the park in a few days to be able to attend her afternoon classes regularly.
However, he did not want to be freed of her presence just yet.
~
It was when she handed in her two weeks' notice that she actually realized that she was in a smiling and nodding relationship with everyone working on the park sidewalk, other than the good-looking Korean man beside her who did good pencil sketches.
The reason wasn't a language barrier, no it wasn't, actually. Maria was a natural linguist, and from just the basic Korean lessons she had before leaving for Seoul she was already able to catch up with her Korean-born classmates in class. So she couldn't say that she didn't take this chance to speak and be acquainted to this good-looking Korean man just because she didn't speak his language. It was just that sometimes, his constant stares had been creeping her out.
She had heard that there were a lot of creepers around Korea these days preying on beautiful young girls, so of course her over-protective father spent the time to call her up every night even if his daily phone calls from Madrid to Seoul ate up half of his monthly salary.
But if she were to be honest with herself, she'd rather she had taken the risk, than to leave after all this time not even knowing his name.
~
There is an art exhibit made up wholly of art drawn by the artists on the park sidewalk that afternoon, their drawings propped up against a series of park benches encircling a fountain that was only opened at sunset. One of the drawings was his, and even if it wasn't he'd still give it a look anyway.
So one way or another, he would have still arrived at that moment.
The girl looked so happy, her face - her real, human face - finally free of the fluffy cute mascot head he always saw her wearing. She both looked nothing and everything like her disguise; long black wavy hair flowing freely past her shoulders, shining black eyes set in her pretty face lightly misted with sweat from having the stuffy mask on. She seemed exhilirated about something he couldn't place his hand on, and he wanted so much to ask her why.
He wasn't even watching her as intently as he used to then, and so it twinged a bit to see the girl twitching oddly when she sensed his presence, hurriedly putting the mascot head over her face before running farther away, away from him.
Even as he felt the hurt and desperation spreading through his veins as his hand uselessly shot out in front of him to beg her to stay, Yong Soo still had the time to contemplate how it seemed so adorable that she had put her mascot head on the wrong way.
~
Maria walked forlornly across the darkening park, distributing the last of her yellow, heart-shaped balloons to pairs of perfectly-matched couples waiting for the park's nightly fireworks display.
As much as it hurt her heart to not have the chance to have talked to him, it didn't make much sense to keep her heart broken over someone she haven't even met. So even with a frown on her face, the Filipina still managed to trudge on sadly on her way back to the office to return her costume.
She was then very surprised to see a man in a mascot suit - wearing black pants and a black shirt, a large plastic heart strapped to his back, and his mascot head a male version of the one she held in her hands. Surprisingly, he wore it the wrong way up, and his back was turned to her so it seemed like his face was smiling her way.
Maria didn't know who it was yet, but she managed a shaky chuckle. Whoever it was, the gesture was real sweet.
The as of now unidentified guy turns her way and slips his mascot head off his head. He smiles at her, and her heart skips a beat - in a good way. She finds herself looking into the dark eyes of the Korean artist she had been working beside for two months now, and she walks toward him.
~
They spend the rest of the night side-by-side like all the other couples in the vicinity of the park, and after all this time, she finally knows his name.
"Im Yong Soo," His name sounds so lyrical on her foreign tongue, and he likes it. "how come it took you this long to make your move?" She speaks to him in a perfect Korean accent, and his smile falters a bit.
So she did understand all those times when he'd whisper Korean compliments her direction, and the reason why she didn't go out with the American exchange student who was constantly hounding her with flowers was because she was waiting. For him.
"I guess," It felt so good for him to finally be this close to her, to be able to talk to her and hold her hand and tell her how much he loved her. "that I just wanted to wait how long it would take for you to love my city - my Seoul." It is a cheesy answer that probably doesn't make sense to her, but it does to him.
"And maybe then you would learn to love me."
The crackle and pop of fireworks resonates over the synchronized throbbing of their young hearts.
~
A/N: I swear to heavens that I was not supposed to be writing this, I was supposed to be writing Roman Holiday. But then I watched the MV whilst reading a S.KoreaxTaiwan fic, of all things, and the first line wrote itself in my head and it was too precious for me to throw away. I wasn't able to think of anything after that, though, so I set it aside and decided to draw Mais and Yong Soo in Kyuhyun and Seohyun's clothes instead. The fic wrote itself while I was watching - you can guess it, this is so predictable of me - the bizzare SuJu movie "Attack of the Pin-up Boys". orz
Characters/Pairings: El Diablo Con Las Cejas Mal, Princess Maria, Sir Alejandro, Fairy Godmother!Francis & Dragon!Alfred; Sir AlejandroxPrincessxEl Diablo
Original Artist: me
Video Editor: me
Rating: PG13 for one blood splatter.
Warnings: OC, Bedtime Story AU, some violence, pictures out of time with the music; I am sorry.
Summary: Before he became a fat glob of a dragon, Alfred was round, small, and easily bored. Before she was a heavily guarded princess, she was a little girl crying for her brother. And before he kidnapped his enemy’s daughter, he had fallen in love with her. This is my long-due tribute to damagectrl's awesome UKPH AU fic "Bedtime Stories".
(Years ago, when I was younger, I kinda liked a girl I knew)
As usual, fake cut leads to YouTube. This is the embedded vid:
Click to viewEi-unnie, this is for the mochi and things of interest and your awesomeness in general. This will forever be my favorite Hetalia fic. <3
And another thing before I go:
Title: wrong way up
Characters/Pairings: South Korea/OC!Piri
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: OCs, sort-of human AU, so much fluff it migh cause cavities. Unbetaed, 10-minute writing exercise.
Summary: Sort-of human AU. A pretty Filipino exchange student catches the eye of a certain Korean artist.
There has always been an Im Yong Soo sketching portraits on the sidewalk near this particular park.
They never really knew if all those generations of Ims through the years were one and the same; and maybe nobody ever cared. After all, it may have been just coincidence that for as long as they could remember, the guy sketching manhwa-style portraits always had a charming (but somewhat annoying) smile, a keen appreciation for people's chests, and an unnatural curl sticking out of his hair. (There were some people who could swear that when they looked at it long enough, it actually smiled.)
Im Yong Soo - who may or may not be already a half-millenium old - brushed off a few stray pencil strokes with his eraser and gave his sketch another final look. Like all other times, it was beautiful, but it was something he always tended to disregard. However, this was just about the only time he looked at that slip of paper as something more than a drawing.
It was a girl, her long, black, glossy hair tied into a pair of pigtails tucked in behind her ears. She was wearing a pink checkered jumper skirt over her white blouse, and a pink ribbon was tied on her neck and the puffs on her long sleeves. Her smile looked so alive it was almost as if she could jump out of the paper and give the viewer a hug. Her feet were raised several inches above the paper margin, her pose as if she were jumping to reach the sky.
Yong Soo looked beside him and smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. According to the whispers on the street, she was going to be leaving soon. And he didn't even get a chance to talk to her yet, or even know her name.
All he knew was that she was an exchange student from the Philippines who juggled part-time jobs like a Cirque de Soleil artist, that she was cheerful and got along with others well, and that she was going to quit her part-time job at the park in a few days to be able to attend her afternoon classes regularly.
However, he did not want to be freed of her presence just yet.
~
It was when she handed in her two weeks' notice that she actually realized that she was in a smiling and nodding relationship with everyone working on the park sidewalk, other than the good-looking Korean man beside her who did good pencil sketches.
The reason wasn't a language barrier, no it wasn't, actually. Maria was a natural linguist, and from just the basic Korean lessons she had before leaving for Seoul she was already able to catch up with her Korean-born classmates in class. So she couldn't say that she didn't take this chance to speak and be acquainted to this good-looking Korean man just because she didn't speak his language. It was just that sometimes, his constant stares had been creeping her out.
She had heard that there were a lot of creepers around Korea these days preying on beautiful young girls, so of course her over-protective father spent the time to call her up every night even if his daily phone calls from Madrid to Seoul ate up half of his monthly salary.
But if she were to be honest with herself, she'd rather she had taken the risk, than to leave after all this time not even knowing his name.
~
There is an art exhibit made up wholly of art drawn by the artists on the park sidewalk that afternoon, their drawings propped up against a series of park benches encircling a fountain that was only opened at sunset. One of the drawings was his, and even if it wasn't he'd still give it a look anyway.
So one way or another, he would have still arrived at that moment.
The girl looked so happy, her face - her real, human face - finally free of the fluffy cute mascot head he always saw her wearing. She both looked nothing and everything like her disguise; long black wavy hair flowing freely past her shoulders, shining black eyes set in her pretty face lightly misted with sweat from having the stuffy mask on. She seemed exhilirated about something he couldn't place his hand on, and he wanted so much to ask her why.
He wasn't even watching her as intently as he used to then, and so it twinged a bit to see the girl twitching oddly when she sensed his presence, hurriedly putting the mascot head over her face before running farther away, away from him.
Even as he felt the hurt and desperation spreading through his veins as his hand uselessly shot out in front of him to beg her to stay, Yong Soo still had the time to contemplate how it seemed so adorable that she had put her mascot head on the wrong way.
~
Maria walked forlornly across the darkening park, distributing the last of her yellow, heart-shaped balloons to pairs of perfectly-matched couples waiting for the park's nightly fireworks display.
As much as it hurt her heart to not have the chance to have talked to him, it didn't make much sense to keep her heart broken over someone she haven't even met. So even with a frown on her face, the Filipina still managed to trudge on sadly on her way back to the office to return her costume.
She was then very surprised to see a man in a mascot suit - wearing black pants and a black shirt, a large plastic heart strapped to his back, and his mascot head a male version of the one she held in her hands. Surprisingly, he wore it the wrong way up, and his back was turned to her so it seemed like his face was smiling her way.
Maria didn't know who it was yet, but she managed a shaky chuckle. Whoever it was, the gesture was real sweet.
The as of now unidentified guy turns her way and slips his mascot head off his head. He smiles at her, and her heart skips a beat - in a good way. She finds herself looking into the dark eyes of the Korean artist she had been working beside for two months now, and she walks toward him.
~
They spend the rest of the night side-by-side like all the other couples in the vicinity of the park, and after all this time, she finally knows his name.
"Im Yong Soo," His name sounds so lyrical on her foreign tongue, and he likes it. "how come it took you this long to make your move?" She speaks to him in a perfect Korean accent, and his smile falters a bit.
So she did understand all those times when he'd whisper Korean compliments her direction, and the reason why she didn't go out with the American exchange student who was constantly hounding her with flowers was because she was waiting. For him.
"I guess," It felt so good for him to finally be this close to her, to be able to talk to her and hold her hand and tell her how much he loved her. "that I just wanted to wait how long it would take for you to love my city - my Seoul." It is a cheesy answer that probably doesn't make sense to her, but it does to him.
"And maybe then you would learn to love me."
The crackle and pop of fireworks resonates over the synchronized throbbing of their young hearts.
~
A/N: I swear to heavens that I was not supposed to be writing this, I was supposed to be writing Roman Holiday. But then I watched the MV whilst reading a S.KoreaxTaiwan fic, of all things, and the first line wrote itself in my head and it was too precious for me to throw away. I wasn't able to think of anything after that, though, so I set it aside and decided to draw Mais and Yong Soo in Kyuhyun and Seohyun's clothes instead. The fic wrote itself while I was watching - you can guess it, this is so predictable of me - the bizzare SuJu movie "Attack of the Pin-up Boys". orz