[Fic] Across Continents - 1/3

[coley_merrin]

Title: Across Continents

Pairing: Henry/ Ryeowook, Siwon/Han Geng, Heechul/Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi/Tasty Twins, Sungmin/Ryeowook, Yesung/Ryeowook, Changmin/Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi/Ryeowook, Jia+Zhou Mi, Henry/Amber, Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun/Donghae, girl!Henry/girl!Ryeowook, Kyuhyun/Donghae, Zhou Mi/Victoria, Henry/Kyuhyun, Siwon/Zhou Mi, Calvin/Zhou Mi, Kyuhyun/Victoria, Fei+Zhou Mi, KRY, SM the Ballad, Sungmin/Siwon, Han Geng/Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi/Tiffany, girl!Zhou Mi/Sungmin

Rating: up to NC-17

Genre: many

Warnings: some have sexual situations and should be marked smut

Summary: Many different prompts and genres from requests. Please read prompts for any warnings/content.



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Prompt: henwook -fluff

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The smell was one Henry thought was almost patented for places like it. Sweet shampoo notes over chemical permanent solution, with the faint undertones of coffee. He stuck his head in first, the broad glass windows showing nothing but a couple of empty chairs and a desk, a sink for washing hair. He got the smells, and the quiet sound of music as the door chimed. It was half impulse - he hadn’t had his hair cut in a while, and he had started feeling lonely just wandering around seeing the sights by himself. It was pretty hard to be alone when someone was giving him a hair cut, there was that. And there was, perhaps, a possibility of getting suggestions of places to eat, or things to see. In the four weeks he’d been there, he’d been studying most of the time, his social circle expanding with group outings or weekend plans. But he still liked being around people.

"Can I help you?"

Henry looked away from the wall and framed pictures of fashionable women with fashionable hair arranged on it, to the man in the crisp buttoned-up blue shirt and silky hair.

"Yeah, I was just-" Henry tripped over his words. "Do you have an appointment free now?"

"I do. I’m Ryeowook."

Henry couldn’t help but smile back.

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In the end it turned out that he got a recommendation for food, a book store, a brochure for some palace, handwritten directions, and a discount on his first hair cut. And one of Ryeowook’s cards, secreted away in his wallet. If - and he was lying to himself because that was definitely when - he went back, he’d make an appointment.

"My friend Sungmin and I promised we’d open a shop together, and here we are," Ryeowook had told him as warm water was shooting into Henry’s scalp. "He’s out today, though."

Which Henry had been fine with. He was sure Sungmin was a nice guy but meeting Ryeowook had given him a world of information, plus an hour of conversation, even after he’d paid. Ryeowook had complimented him on his hair as he’d been cutting it, and Henry had only puffed up slightly because of it. Henry probably would’ve eaten up more of Ryeowook’s time but someone else had walked in, and he’d excused himself.

It had been so pleasant and effortless, and he’d spent the next week exploring Ryeowook’s suggestions. And then he realized he had absolutely no reason to go back. His friends looked at him when he tried to recommend the shop on the off chance they’d swing by and he could chat with Ryeowook while his friend had a hair cut. Totally normal.

"How do you get your hair to grow faster?" he asked one day, pulling down on his hair that was just then getting to his eyebrows.

"Just get it dyed or permed or something if you want to go back there so much.”

Henry scowled and contemplated that, but ultimately disregarded it. He was too close to needing a hair cut anyway. But he tucked away that excuse for later. And no matter what, he didn’t just random walk by the shop. He had more self-control than that.

His next hair cut was the day he met Sungmin, sitting at the desk and smiling up at him.

“Oh, you’re the Henry I’ve heard about,” Sungmin teased. “I’m glad you finally made it back. Ryeowook has a small library of information set aside for you.”

Henry’s default state was not feeling as though he was sitting with a heat lamp on his face. He’d been the bumbling new guy for Ryeowook to look after. That was probably it.

“Henry! I was so happy when Sungmin said you’d scheduled an appointment.”

Henry stood stock still as Ryeowook took his arms, and hummed and stared at Henry’s head.

“You’re ready for a trim. Come on back. I have lots of things to show you.”

He didn’t feel like a little boy, or like a grown man in Ryeowook’s chair. He just felt…hopeful. Ryeowook hummed to the music playing ever so often, and Henry watched as Ryeowook worked his magic through the mirror. Even with an excuse it was going to be too long before he would get to come back. He thumbed through the brochures that Ryeowook had collected, the post-it notes attached to them with Ryeowook’s suggestions. It made him smile and curse the little butterflies attached to his sternum, because it really was helpful, and sweet. The brush of Ryeowook’s fingers against his neck and ears - totally normal - had him biting the inside of his cheek. And then he was done. Well, really, Ryeowook declared him perfect.

“Doesn’t he look handsome?” Ryeowook asked, making sure Henry stepped where there was no hair.

Sungmin looked up from where he was trimming a woman’s bangs. “Handsome,” he declared.

And there was an eyebrow lifted, that had Henry looking away. And he hadn’t even gotten his wallet put away before Ryeowook dragged him to the chairs so he could finish showing Henry the information he’d put together.

“I should be cleaning up but I have an in with the boss,” Ryeowook whispered.

Taking special time out just for Henry was what that meant, and he tried not to squirm. It wasn’t like Ryeowook was giving up customers for him. But his shoulders got more and more tense as an idea formed in the back of his head with each and every picture and watching Ryeowook’s fingers skim the page.

Finally, he couldn’t hold it in any more.

“If you have a free afternoon sometime, would you want to…? Whichever one you’d want to see,” Henry said, trying to keep himself from mumbling. “I’d pay your way, if you- You’ve been a big help.“

Usually he was smoother than that. A lot smoother. Okay, maybe not around people he thought he actually had a chance with or had a crush on, but no, smoother. Ryeowook’s lips parted and Henry turtled inside, pulling his mouth taut so his dimples would show. He was non-threatening, really.

“When are you free?” Ryeowook all but demanded, and Henry’s brain dissolved into sparkles.

All the time, was clearly the answer to that.

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There was a little alleyway behind the shop for deliveries and things like that, and Henry got pretty used to it, sitting on a stool against the wall and kicking little pieces of gravel between his shoes. Sometimes he brought bubble tea, or coffee, or ice cream, grinning as Ryeowook first inspected what Henry had brought for him, and then Henry himself.

Sometimes that was at Henry’s hair, since Ryeowook had taken full responsibility over that, clucking and smoothing it down. Sometimes he just straightened Henry’s shirt until one of them gave in. He could admit that he liked it best when Ryeowook reeled him in, sniffing into his collar and not demanding but getting a hug anyway. And if no one was in the alley with them, more than that. Sometimes that and hurried conversations made time get away from them, a little mini-date a few times a week.

Ryeowook had some of Henry’s hair between his fingers, pulling him into the kiss, and Henry’s arm wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. Their first had been behind the shop, too, Henry making an excuse to bring Ryeowook a drink to thank him for helping. Ryeowook was more than a little perceptive. He didn’t have to bring a drink as an excuse any more. He just liked to.

"That’s a new method of cutting hair," Sungmin said, poking his head out the back door and only laughing as Ryeowook pressed himself against Henry’s chest and glowered at him. "Next client in two, yeah?"

“Yeah, I’ll be in,” Ryeowook said, and turned his attention back to Henry. And then he made a noise Henry knew well and exploited for most of his functional years - disgust at Henry’s dimples.

It got him time for one more kiss.

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Prompt: For Always / Soulmate AU >_< request for Sihan

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College was evil. It was a scourge on the earth. The stealer of children. Or so Hankyung thought, once he realized that Yunjee was never moving home again, and Yunjoong had decided to study abroad. Yunjoong was in diapers yesterday, or at the very least making stinky faces as he tried to pull himself up table legs. It had almost seemed like his cheeks had been bouncing as he learned to walk, stumbling into Hankyung’s arms with a laugh. And that day, weeks and months before that day, he’d been taller than Hankyung, and somehow still their little boy. Yunjee had gone away to college too, but she’d never been that far away. She’d come home once a month, at least, throwing herself into Siwon’s arms. They’d always had that bond, Siwon and Yunjee. Her not being there to hug, only being able to scold her by phone or email, had been hard on Siwon, hard on him, hard on Yunjoong. Once a week silly things had come in the mail to cheer up Yunjoong struggling through the rigors of being a teenager.

“Why did you let me move out?” he’d asked his mom, with something like horror. It’d been years since he’d called her frantic for parenting advice, minus the time when Yunjee had been nearly 13, but oh, she’d laughed at him.

“Han Geng, baby. Some parents are happy to see their children go, but even when they’re not, when they go, you know they need to. One day, they’ll have babies of their own to bring back to you.”

“Never,” he’d whispered, and she howled.

And he did what he very rarely did: hung up on his mother.

But it was so quiet. So quiet, he felt like he’d stepped into a sci-fi novel, and he wondered how exactly he’d kept from going crazy when it had only been him in the house, sipping his tea and waiting for Siwon to jog by. Before the kids were both gone, the silences had been strange but he’d been restful during them at least, since he figured he was gathering strength to deal with the kids and whatever straggling friends they inevitably brought home.

There wasn’t even a dog to comfort him. Nala had succumbed to advancing age, and he was not sure which of the four of them had been more heartbroken. He thought he felt it most, though, because without Nala snoring by his feet, and no cheerful pop music emanating from Yunjee’s room, or thuds of some kind of ball from Yunjoong’s, the house was so very, very quiet.

So he kept himself busy when he wasn’t working, trying to think of a new hobby or something, something that wasn’t being away from home all the time, because he had to get used to it. Of course, when Siwon came home he’d half gotten dinner done, and he smiled and listened to accounts of Siwon’s day, and stretched to keep limber during part of their TV watching, before resting his head heavy on Siwon’s shoulder. Perhaps they should’ve had six more kids.

“Should we get another dog?” Siwon wondered, because his very foremost talent was reading Hankyung’s mind.

“I’d like that,” he confessed.

“It feels empty, like there’s an echo when I’m here and you’re not,” Siwon said, and he wondered if they were the same person. After almost twenty years together, they were getting close. Siwon had had his appendix out, and Hankyung had tendons in his knee repaired, but they were still whole. When Siwon moved over him in bed, he never failed to press his lips to just one scar there on his stomach - as though he wanted to keep promising himself that Hankyung was alive, and still there. Even after all those years. Still attractive, too, he assumed, since he never missed the waggle of Siwon’s eyebrows at him after.

Still, they could look for a dog, and then he would have an excuse to email the kids more often with puppy pictures. He’d even try to keep inquiries to minimum. He didn’t want to smother them, just to let them remember that they had a home to come back to, whenever they wanted. He’d get used to it. With the kids gone, they could have sex in the pantry again if they wanted. Not that that sounded quite as fun as it had once.

And in the meantime, he could do what he did best, and call Kyuhyun and tell him to hug his kids because what Hankyung was going through wasn’t far from Kyuhyun. And maybe taunt him a little. What were best friends for?

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Prompt: HeeMi :D Celebrating the end of Heechul's military duty maybe?

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Heechul had been firm, nothing while he was enlisted. They could talk or meet, but nothing more. Zhou Mi hadn’t tried to argue, respecting that decision. But he didn’t try to pretend it was easy, because though he could hear Heechul’s voice, and watch him be Heechul on the radio, he was still far away. What had become familiar backstage concert routines had been adjusted, but Heechul was still missed. If they’d all fit neatly into a box, Heechul had his foot hanging out. They could not have changed that. Would not have.

It had seemed like an endless amount of time, and yet short at the beginning, never letting himself be maudlin on the phone, but never letting Heechul believe that his absence was not felt. They marked the halfway point with a phone call, Zhou Mi’s idea. It had been a minute long, words that usually came easily caught in his throat as Heechul sighed at him.

Nine months left, and Heechul had called, something electric in him every time he answered those calls.

“Some people don’t wait, you know,” Heechul said. “That’s why some people get married before, to give them reason to hang on.”

Zhou Mi’s head shot up. “Do you think I wouldn’t-“

Heechul scoffed at him. But after a moment, “I’m getting older, and it’d be harder to start over again. And-“

Zhou Mi let him ramble, knowing how much he disliked being interrupted. And yet, he smiled when Heechul lapsed into silence.

“You’re not old. And I miss you. And I love you.”

And he said that when there was six months left, and three, and two, and one.

And three weeks. And two.

He’d say it against Heechul’s neck, against his lips, say it as many times as he wanted, when there was no reason left to wait.

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Prompt:mi/twins

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If one was good, was two better? Twins. A want he’d never realized. Two sets of hands touching him, two sets of lips to kiss. Two faces to learn, different likes to distinguish, and the challenge was equal to the reward. Maybe they called them big and little, but there was little enough difference. Zhou Mi moaned into one mouth, his hand in sleek hair, as lips pressed up his spine. His mind was tugged in too many directions, too many sensations.

Some people stared between them, calculating, wondering little details, distinguishing faces to put to names, but not him. Even before he’d been spun from one kiss to another, they’d never had to tease him. But they teased him anyway, blindfolding him and teasing him with kisses, who was who. Whose cock was he sucking? He got it right, most of the time.

There was something right about being pressed between them, standing, kissing, patterns being sucked into his neck and hands all over him. Or in bed, breath coming harsh, trying not to come just from the moans against his throat. Zhou Mi barely had to move, fucking and being fucked. Lips to kiss, a body pressing into his, two voices moaning his name, as he gasped, buried himself deep, and came.

Two was better. Two was overload. And there were twice as many arms around him in the end.

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Prompt: HenWook call center flirting

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Henry always jumped at the smack to his backside, about the only part of him exposed by the chair except his head. He always bobbled his head set or nearly jerked it out of his ear when that happened, staring indignantly back as Ryeowook passed by, totally innocent. He was more used to being wary when someone came up behind him because the managers tended to lurk like hunting sharks, looming up behind him and dispensing orders. He was pretty good at it, pretty good at putting people at ease and directing them if he needed to, but people were exhausting. And demanding.

"Good afternoon, this is Henry. How can I-"

"I need your help."

Henry squirmed in his chair at the soft tone. "I'd be happy to help, sir. If I could have your ten digit account number?"

Ryeowook seemed to rustle papers. "I don't have it. Could you find it for me?"

It was said a little breathy, a little cute, and Henry shifted further, fighting the urge to shove his palm down against the front of his pants.

"I'll need additional information from you," Henry said.

Lots of information. Lots of talking. Lots of everything.

"I'll try again tonight," Ryeowook promised, and hung up.

If anyone recorded it, it sounded not quite on point, but not far. Ryeowook seemed to know when it was safe, though, and Henry blew out a breath and grinned as he took his next call.

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Prompt: ...do you write MinWook? >////< could you do them deciding to fuck around in their drag costumes? smut

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They had just enough time. Sungmin’s outfit was the general favorite - favorite to joke around about rather. Flicks to Sungmin’s belly, pretend gropes that he glared away. On stage was one thing, and Ryeowook was the worst. Sungmin saw all the looks out of the corner of his eye, the grabbing and teasing.

Sungmin leveled a look back at him, and that was a promise that Ryeowook laughed at.

Because the second they were offstage, the second they got to their pre-arranged spot because locks were useful, it was Ryeowook pulling him in, arms around all the skin bared by his top, and kissing his neck - snorting a little as Ryeowook breathed in the wig and choked. There were no “oh, you’re so pretty” jokes, because the others had gotten there first (and they’d long since gotten through them themselves), because the wigs were props. Ryeowook’s head titled back on a tug and their hips lined up against the wall, and Ryeowook gasps were muffled in his shoulder, against his mouth.

How fast they could be, how little a mess they could make, how sneaky they could be. All of those.

If they got sweaty, no one noticed. They’d just add to it halfway through the next song. A quick break to the bathroom to change their underwear, no one noticed.

Sungmin unstuck a piece of lavender hair from the corner of his mouth and was glad for a moment’s reprieve.

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Prompt: Can I request a fic wherein yewook (one or the other or both idec if its mpreg) are daddies? Life has really got me down lately and I could use a bit of cheering up. Your fics are wonderful and no matter what the content you always make me smile ;~; <3

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The laughter of children, Ryeowook had found, could either be incredibly uplifting or something to be drowned out by white noise when everything got too much. That was the trial of children - they were ever-present, ever-challenging, and yet so full of love. So that day, the laughter of children was a boost, sitting in the shade on a coveted bench spot, and watching his five-year-old daughter make endless trips up through the ladders and walkways, just to slide down the slide. Her only use for him was when she managed to procure a place on the swings, in which case “Daddy, higher!” was her only demand.

Even on mornings he’d have traded a kidney for two more hours of sleep, he wouldn’t have traded away her laughter for anything.

She reappeared from behind the slide - the one-second interval out of his sight that he always held his breath at, holding the hand of a little boy half her height. In red shorts and tiny sandals, he was crying in a way that meant tears were imminent even though Ryeowook couldn’t see a wound. He was to them in ten steps, dropping to a knee.

“What happened?” Ryeowook asked, hand on the little boy’s shoulder.

A man knelt beside him only a moment later, his own hand reaching for the child.

“He bonked his head on the slide walking under it,” his daughter said, her voice rising over the wail as the little boy was scooped in closer. Gentle fingers ruffled through the fine, dark hair.

“He doesn’t have a bump. You’re fine, aren’t you, buddy?” the man said.

A giant sniffle and a wavering chin, the little boy nodded. Just startled was all.

“I’ll take you up the slide!”

Ryeowook beamed since the offer from his new friend made the little boy nod even harder before taking her hand and running off with her.

“Kids,” the man said, and Ryeowook understood. “I’m Jongwoon.”

“Ryeowook.”

Jongwoon stood, offering Ryeowook a hand to help him stand up.

“Thanks for coming over to help,” Jongwoon said.

Ryeowook meant to say something, anything. A deflection. He heard the laughter of their children just beyond them, felt himself returning Jongwoon’s smile.

He didn’t notice for while, that Jongwoon hadn’t let go of his hand.

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Prompt: HeeMi. Heechul is out of the military but SJ is in Japan and everyone is busy except Zhou Mi. So they have a lot of quality time together~

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Zhou MI felt like a cat, stretched out naked on the bed and a hand stroking the length of his spine. He’d barely made it into the room, Heechul grabbing his head and pulling him down, and all he’d been able to do was pet Heechul’s newly-dyed hair as Heechul kissed him. And every moment he’d spent int he gym had seemed worth it as Heechul licked his lips and looked him over.

He’d muffled his moans into forearms as Heechul covered him, such quick enthusiasm, Heechul’s hand stroking him, filled with him.

And then, a second time as Zhou Mi relaxed, feeling Heechul slide into him again. He hardened against the sheet listening to Heechul’s moans, his praises, that it felt good, how good Zhou Mi looked, how good Heechul felt.

He wanted it, all of it. Wanted to pin Heechul down onto the bed and watch him come because Zhou Mi was inside him, wanted to side down Heechul’s body and feel him come against his tongue.

Heechul came, gasping against his shoulder, and Zhou Mi reached down to get himself off as Heechul hummed encouragement.

Once for every day he hadn’t been able to, Heechul said. Zhou Mi could live with that.

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Prompt: later, siwon meets han geng's child

Siwon wasn't sure what to expect out of himself, out of them, because of how long it had been, and how long he had waited even sometimes when it was hard, and when he saw the little girl, how in little ways she resembled her father his heart shifted and tugged, and then he stopped as she stared at him, smile spreading across her face before she shouted, "It's Shiyuan!"

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Prompt: normally I would request for qmi, but this time I would love some changkyu with changmin as prince and kyu as damsel in distress. If you don't write changkyu, I'm fine with QMi in the same setting ehehehehe

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To rescue someone, the tales said it was supposed to be really difficult. The roads would be rough, the forests dark. Changmin have to hack through sixteen miles of thorns and nearly break a leg climbing up some ivy, and then be stumped by some kind of coffin made of ice. Which was kind of morbid, come to think of it.

What he got instead was a set of frantic parents, a horse that wanted to walk, not run, and a man smeared liberally with mud from a failed attempt at ransom, Kyuhyun rolling off the back of a wagon just before Changmin had caught up.

“You’re Kyuhyun?” he asked. And the ring on his finger had confirmed it.

He’d gotten to cut the ropes off of Kyuhyun’s wrists in any case.

Kyuhyun’s dark eyes were not in the least bit happy as he stared at Changmin with a face smeared with mud. And it kept getting more smeared, as Kyuhyun scrubbed his fingers against it.

“Are you going to go after the men who took me?” Kyuhyun asked.

“I- Yes. But I thought I’d… We should take you back, first.”

A dollop of mud fell to the forest floor from Kyuhyun’s clothes, and as he contemplated it, his horse nudged him in the back, sending him into Kyuhyun, and both of them right back into the mud hole. Muddy water was oozing into his pants by the time he’d spat his mouth clean, intending to apologize.

And then he realized Kyuhyun was laughing, and then so was he, mud spraying off of his hair as he threw his head back. So much for hoping they’d get Kyuhyun cleaned so they could ride home together. As it was, they’d be squelching together on the horse.

“I’m Changmin. Prince Changmin,” he corrected, dumping water out of his shoe.

“I hope you have an extra sword for me, in case they come back, my prince.”

He thought Kyuhyun might have been joking. But it had a nice ring to it.

But still, he assured Kyuhyun that he did. And they looked a sorry pair, sitting in a mud hole and laughing.

And all the while, the horse kept on eating.

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Prompt: henwook - historical

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The little scrap of fabric told him who it was he needed to protect, passed to him at the temple in a basket of food. It was not his place to question, and those warnings had always had merit to them. It meant he rode hard for half a day, his whole body crying for relief as he switched horses and rode on.

It was so volatile, families moving against families, solidifying power. The last son of the Kim family had been hard at work, it seemed, but he had gained more enemies than friends.

But whatever he expected, it was not what he found. The air was thick with smoke, the ruins of huts and homes all charred to ash and rubble, and a group of people were busy packing wagons and small carts.

“What happened here?” Henry demanded as he rode up. “Who is leader here.”

“I am.”

Another surprise. He had expected finery, shining fabric and luxury, and he found a man in a belted tunic, dressed much like the commoners around him.

“Kim Ryeowook?”

“Yes. What is your purpose here?”

Swords were drawn as Henry slid from his horse, and he lifted his hands.

“I mean no harm. Your life is in danger. I was sent to help.”

Ryeowook nearly laughed. “My home is gone, but not my people. They are the ones who need help. We burned everything, to get away and not leave anything that could be used.”

That was why he’d been sent. He wasn’t there to save a pampered son, but to move allegiances. There were still friends left.

“I know where you can go, all of you,” Henry said. “I’m a friend.”

He could lead them away from trouble. Ryeowook was pulled up behind him on his horse so they could ride ahead, and he could show Ryeowook a place of safety.

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Prompt: A continuance of that HenWook from yesterday?

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The forest could be eerie at night, quiet with sounds that in the daytime did not seem so frightening. But it was not quite, not fully. They camped all together, for safety, and Henry watched as Ryeowook made his way back toward him, stopping by other fires to assess needs and ensure everyone had been fed. They could have traveled faster alone, but Ryeowook had refused. He went with his people, and he dressed as they did so there would be no cause to suspect him. It did not stifle Henry’s impatience, the want to get Ryeowook in four walls, with guards.

The look Ryeowook sent him had been amused when Henry had wondered if he would live with the people at their destination.

“Perhaps I should,” Ryeowook had said, and Henry had kept his mouth shut after that.

Still, Henry kept an eye on him, even after he’d returned to Henry’s side by the fire - something Henry insisted on. Ryeowook put the picked-through bones of a hare Henry had snared into the fire. He knew he had to keep his own strength, not just forgoing food in order to feed others.

“It’ll take another few days until we arrive,” Henry said.

It would have been safer to move faster, Henry thought, as Ryeowook leaned into his shoulder. Much faster.

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Prompt: Henwook historical smut

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Henry thought he’d been imagining it, the way that Ryeowook slid closer to sleep - closer to him, not closer to the fire. For warmth, for comfort, for protection, he didn’t know. He watched Ryeowook eat, rode with him leaning into his body, talking against his shoulder.

And in the room they’d been given, Henry inhaled as Ryeowook leaned over him, touching his face.

He was there for Ryeowook’s safety, he reminded himself. Candlelight against Ryeowook’s skin, throwing his face in stark relief.

And yet when Ryeowook kissed him, he did not reach to stop him. His lips parted, mind whirling as Ryeowook kissed him again. Free of the weight of his outside clothes, Ryeowook slipped easily between Henry’s thighs, braced above him, skin against skin.

When Henry tensed, Ryeowook considered him. “Are we secure here?”

“Yes,” Henry rasped.

There was no need to ask the second question that Ryeowook seemed to be thinking. Henry pulled him in, moaning at the press of their bodies together, at the sinuous play of tongues. Ryeowook’s hips shifted with each kiss and Henry’s heels dug into the straw-filled mattress.

“Please,” he moaned, but it was unintelligible against Ryeowook’s lips.

Too many times by the fire watching Ryeowook’s smile, waking to find him pressed against him, staggering into the trees to relieve himself and calm his body.

No more. His hands skidded on the warm skin of Ryeowook’s back, one hand resting at his hip, the other finding its place into Ryeowook’s still-damp hair. How hard RYeowook was, ho good he would have felt inside him, they didn’t have that option. They were secure, but that was not something he could risk, not even if the had had something to ease Ryeowook’s way.

But Ryeowook seemed to know the right way to rock his hips, the slide of them, moving to mouth at Henry’s neck as the jitter of their bodies together grew faster, harder to sustain. He felt wet against his stomach as Ryeowook gasped, a muffled moan against his skin, and his fingers dug into Ryeowook’s hip. So close, almost.

“Henry.”

His head slammed back as he came, panting hard with every pulse of his body, the gentle rocking warmth of Ryeowook above him.

He could feel Ryeowook smiling against his collarbone. As soon as he got control back over his face, he was smiling too.

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Prompt: sihan - circus

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There were a lot of things that could be anticipated in the circus. Never staying in the same place long, early mornings. The scent of makeup, popcorn, and animal dung greeted him at the breakfast table every morning. It was a tossup, some people bringing food to share, others with their bowls of cold cereal just wanting to be not in their trailer. The ones that didn’t show up, no one minded, since they were recharging.

But Siwon watched, as he often watched, Han Geng going through his morning stretches. The way his body bent and moved, in the plainest of workout clothes. Not the sleek, flashy body suit he went out in during the show, slipping past Siwon, who had just announced them. He watched, the show of steady, amazing strength and balance when it was just Han Geng and a chair. And he watched with held breath, held like all the audience, when it was Han Geng and a rope high above.

“Go for it,” Donghae told him, milk dribbling down his chin.

“What?” Siwon asked, ignoring him.

But he did stand, when Donghae started kicking at his knees. He knew Han Geng was almost finished, the sleek lines of his shoulders in the racerback tank gleaming in the light.

“Any tips?” Siwon asked, crouching down beside him and trying for the least creepy he could be.

“Stretching tips?”

Siwon watched Han Geng’s thighs slide wide and swallowed.

“Yeah. Easy stuff, though.”

Han Geng grinned at him. It was a good enough place to start.

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Prompt: More more henwook pretty please, as always from me! ㅋㅋ

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Henry liked to sleep under a fluffy cover that reminded him a bit of a cloud. It was fun to roll Ryeowook under, sometimes smelling of shaving cream with an eye roll as Henry complained about getting up. Sometimes Ryeowook “helped” by stealing the comforter altogether, leaving him feeling naked with only a sheet and his shorts, and not nearly warm enough to go back to sleep - that was the idea after all. Maybe he liked it when Ryeowook cuddled him instead, petting his hair and pressing kisses to his face. It usually woke him up in more ways than one, and he felt lucky on the days Ryeowook had time too, opening up Ryeowook’s already perfectly fastened dress pants and kneeling on the cold floor, cupping Ryeowook’s ass and pulling him in. He’d gotten very, very good at leaving behind no mess, kissing Ryeowook after and nudging at his knees while he ate breakfast.

Naps under the fluffy cover were the best. Ryeowook always smelled good and Henry had a hard time not obnoxiously breathing him in, though it always made Ryeowook laugh. Ryeowook tugged him out to shower, or out the door to go get food, or out to just walk. Ryeowook rested against his back as they looked out over a bridge, and he thought of all the things waiting for him.

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Prompt: do you write miwook? if yes, could you write some domestic fluff please ? :)

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“If we put all of our DVDs into books, then get rid of the cases, we’ll have more room for other things,” was the argument.

And it was a good one. They could move easier the next time, and find their DVDs easier. It was a great plan all around. So they made a party of it. Zhou Mi figuring asking Ryeowook to cook on a party night was too much, so they ordered in, poured themselves drinks and put on a movie to work by. Somehow between the two of them they had more movies than they would watch in a year, some they probably wouldn’t ever re-watch again. He sniffed as Ryeowook giggled over some of his movie collection, not that he hadn’t seen it before. They tucked in covers and the discs, turning pages and making a pile of empty cases.

“You made a good choice with the food,” Ryeowook complimented him, and Zhou Mi preened and popped out another disc.

Full of food, and nearly done, Zhou Mi reeled Ryeowook in, cuddling him and watching the next hour of the movie like that, only moving to adjust his head or take a drink. Cuddles and more room for everything else in their apartment, a night well spent.

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Prompt: (miwook anon) ty so much for writing my last prompt ;; nobody writes that pairing ;; could you write how they met each other for the first time? sungmin introduces Zhou mi to ryeowook and they immediately like each other, although ryeowook isn't too happy about their huge high difference XD

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Ryeowook hadn’t gone out that night expecting to “meet someone.” People filtered in and out of friend groups and outings, and he’d met some awesome people that way, but it wasn’t on his mind that he was looking for anything more than an evening’s entertainment.

Sungmin was the one who took it on himself to introduce everyone before they all went to find the theater they were seeing a movie at, so Ryeowook let himself be tugged along.

“This is a friend of Heechul’s, Zhou Mi. And this is our Ryeowook. You haven’t lived until he’s taken care of you while you’re sick. He’s half exasperated nurse, half his mom.”

“Oh, go away,” Ryeowook said, shoving a step away.

All three of them laughed, but Ryeowook’s hand was enveloped in greeting, and that was nice. The smile that met his was twice that, though, and the knowing eyes.

“Sounds like you’re someone I need to put on speed dial,” Zhou Mi teased.

“I’ll take Sungmin all your used tissues,” Ryeowook promised, glancing for a second to where Sungmin was totally ignoring him in favor of talking to Youngwoon. “Heechul couldn’t make it?”

“Not tonight, but he said I needed to get out before I turned into a spot on carpet.”

Ryeowook could hear that perfectly, see Heechul’s narrowed eyes when he was saying something he meant people to take note of.

And then he thought, maybe he should take back his hand, but it felt pretty good in Zhou Mi’s. He had this niggling thought in the back of his head, though, at the length of Zhou Mi’s arm, the size of his hand. He was too close to glance down and ogle Zhou Mi’s legs without being obvious.

But it still flustered him when Zhou Mi stood, just after letting Ryeowook’s hand go. Sungmin tried to act all superior about his own height which just made Ryeowook sniff and hit him, but Zhou Mi was not just a little bit taller. One day Ryeowook was pretty sure he was going to want to hold the hand of a guy shorter than he was. Maybe. At least sitting next to zhou Mi during the movie, there wasn’t much difference, Zhou Mi slouching and leaning in to laugh. He liked the way Zhou Mi’s hand fell on his shoulder as they walked out, the way he stayed close.

It made him know he wasn’t the only one who felt something.

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Prompt: (miwook anon ^^) a continuation of my last prompt? their first date~

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Zhou Mi didn’t show up with flowers, chocolates, a puppy, or anything else. It felt a bit odd to be talking to him without a phone pressed to his ear, since that was how they’d been communicating the last week, since the last time they’d seen each other after the movie. They’d already done all their confessions over the phone like the fact that it had been a long time since they’d been on a first date, and just getting to spend some time together was more important than anything traditional than going to some expensive restaurant or staring at a movie screen.

So their first date was on a subway. Zhou Mi picked a line that was on a loop, where they wouldn’t have to get off the train unless they wanted to. They met at the station closest to Ryeowook’s apartment, and settled in with a couple of magazines and the intent to people watch and talk in relative comfort. They got out at one stop, getting a drink and occupying a bench for a while as trains whizzed by or stopped, examining the bright advertisements and discussing what was above them that they knew.

Ideas for next time.

When they finally did emerge aboveground, it was later in the afternoon, and they bought food, walking with their arms brushing, and sitting close on another bench as the occasional car went by.

Ryeowook smiled and leaned in as Zhou Mi wrapped an arm over his shoulder, laughing at the look on Zhou Mi’s face. Maybe it was unconventional but it was theirs.

They parted, reluctant, at a different subway stop, plans for two days away already set, and promises of a phone call that night.

But Ryeowook finally got his kiss, holding Zhou Mi’s neck for mere moments as their lips pressed together.

When he found something he wan’t expecting in his pockets on the ride home, he realized Zhou Mi had left him with chocolates after all.

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Prompt:lots of happy mi and jia having fun, perhaps in the car if you want otherwise anywhere else is a-okay

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The great thing about road tripping with people he was close to was that most of the time there was no squabbling over the radio. Actually, as the driver he gave up control of that, letting Jia take the reins with her phone hooked up.

“Music?” he asked.

“Check!”

“Seatbelt?”

She held out her already-buckled belt. “We got it.”

“Gold dust?”

She had the gall to snort at him, and he eased the car into drive about the same time he pushed play. Hey, it wasn’t like it could hurt to ask. He liked driving with someone else in the car. It was a second pair of eyes, someone to laugh at him when he took the wrong turn and look up where they were going when he got lost. Which wasn’t every time, that was a total misrepresentation of his navigation skills. Sometimes it was the fault of the GPS and he was sticking to it. As long as whoever was driving with him wasn’t sure he was going to drive into the ditch or run over other cars (see also: his mom), he tended to stay relaxed.

And he also kept both hands on the wheel and eyes on the road, even when the song became too much to sit still during, fingers tapping, chin weaving, howling along to the song as Jia half-danced in the seat beside him, and then pausing so he could check his blind spot and merge.

“Do you not know the lyrics to this song?” Jia asked.

“Do you want to walk?” he shot back. “I was close.”

“You were not! Wait, let’s pull up a song you’ve actually sang and see how well you remember that one.”

He loved his friends, really.

“I hope the others aren’t late,” Jia said, and he could almost feel the dark look she was sending out the windshield, like it would make the group arrive at the restaurant on time.

“We’ll just start eating without them if they are,” he promised. No one else had said they needed a ride, so it was on them.

He glanced over as they idled at a red light, and she grinned at him.

“That’s why you’re my favorite.”

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Prompt:Henry and Amber (either shippy or BFFs). Maybe something on the 1-4-3 video set, or them laughing about their hairstylists apparently using the same blonde dye bottle. :P

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“Hey, we match,” Henry said, sticking his head next to Amber’s in front of the mirror while they were getting ready for shooting his newest music video.

He just barely avoided getting knuckles to the face, because seriously, boys.

“Maybe they used the rest of my hair dye on you,” he said, waggling his eyebrows when she turned around.

“But who was blonde first?” She pinched some his hair between her fingers. “Yeah. Maybe they used some really old stuff.”

And since he was so gullible, she flicked his nose for good measure.

Amber ended up being there as much of the music video shoot as she could be, chilling out when she wasn’t involved. She didn’t want it to go any longer than it had to, so the jokes were to a minimum, giving him little pep talks or things she saw he could work on when he raced off to the bathroom during a set change.

“It’s a good thing I don’t have a shy bladder,” he grumbled, since she wasn’t exactly giving him a whole lot of privacy. Well, there was a door between them so he was just being whiny for nothing.

“Do you have a shy anything?”

“Want to find out?”

“You’re buying me a week of dinners after this,” Amber sighed, kicking her heel back against the door to get him to hurry up.

He made an ugly face at her - only after he passed her - and ran away like the chicken he was.

“We should do this more often,” he told her, slinging an arm around her shoulders when her part was finally wrapped.

“I guess it was okay.”

She just barely resisted ruffling his hair as he pouted at her.

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Prompt: Qmihae smut? In which Hae catches Qmi in the act and is just too curious to walk away~

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The moaning probably should’ve made him turn back. But it could’ve been anything. It just wasn’t. Because it was Kyuhyun, naked. And Zhou Mi, naked. He’d seen that before, just not when there wasn’t any light to be seen between them, Zhou Mi plastered up against Kyuhyun’s back and- Oh. He’d seen videos like that before. Seeing people he knew, though, bodies he knew and liked, that was different. His fingers tightened a bit on his thigh, and on the doorknob.

“Door!” Kyuhyun barked.

Then he had two horrified faces turned to him.

“Didn’t you lock the door?” Zhou Mi asked.

“Yes. I swear- Or was that last time.”

Donghae’s eyebrows rose. “You guys do this a lot?”

“We try,” Kyuhyun said, and Zhou Mi smacked his belly.

“Maybe, the door….” Zhou Mi made motions.

Oh right. Not everyone was supposed to see. The problem was, he ended up closed on the side they were.

They kept staring at him. He wasn’t sure why he felt more uncomfortable than they did, since he was clothed and they weren’t.

They seemed to have a short conversation, Zhou Mi whispering and his hips moving at the same time which caught Donghae’s attention.

“When was the last time you got laid?” Zhou Mi asked.

He thought about it.

“Doesn’t matter,” Kyuhyun said, banging the flat of his hand on the bed in front of him. “If you want me to do something about it, come sit.”

He met Zhou Mi’s eyes, Zhou Mi who was nodding, looking down his body.

His pants had never fallen so fast. And he was grateful for the headboard he braced himself against as Kyuhyun crawled forward, forearms draping over Donghae’s thighs.

“Nice,” Kyuhyun said.

The touch of Kyuhyun’s mouth was wet and warm, teasing him harder, using only his mouth and the bobbing of his head, and it worked, really well. Kyuhyun had aways had nice lips, and he was rocking into Donghae because of Zhou Mi rocking into him. He realized Zhou Mi’s moving arm meant he was touching Kyuhyun, too, touching Kyuhyun while Kyuhyun was sucking him.

It was that realization that pushed him over, nearly choking Kyuhyun as he came just from Kyuhyun’s moans around him and watching the play of pleasure on Zhou Mi’s face.

He thought he was going to get kicked out, but he was still breathing hard when Zhou Mi came, Kyuhyun’s name like a curse or a prayer out of his mouth, and Kyuhyun wasn’t a minute later, moaning against Donghae’s stomach as Donghae petted his hair.

The videos hadn’t done it justice.

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Prompt:henwook waking up as a girl/girls (it's up to you idc if it's one or both) and exploring their new body/ies. Extra points if the change is permanent ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

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First reaction: panic.

Henry realized it about a second and a half before Ryeowook, because he’d realized that the thought “Hey, there’s a breast in my hand?” was not his usual wake-up procedure.

But even if…things…had changed, Ryeowook was still recognizeable under the fringe of hair that covered his (HER) forehead.

Second reaction: assess that everything (and that meant everything) had changed.

It was kind of a shock after spending twenty plus years of their lives with their totally normal body parts, only to find some of them…missing. Both of them had slept with girls, so the idea wasn’t strange or foreign, it was just surreal. Henry eased his thighs together, and there was nothing…nothing.

Third reaction: seek help.

Actually, they hadn’t had much choice in that, since he’d just barely worked past panic of waking up with a stranger and then panic of waking up in a strange body, when Kyuhyun barged in and then barged right out hollering.

“Two girls, guys??”

They stared at each other, parts of the sheet clutched by both of them.

“He thinks we picked up girls and brought them home,” Henry hicced.

Ryeowook’s laugh was the same, just…not quite the same.

Fourth reaction: deciding how to live with it.

Henry wasn’t sure how many women went around with the moniker Henry, but she was going to keep what worked. It was a thing that happened, a shift. There wasn’t anything they could do about, the doctor said. They were otherwise normal, and if it persisted for longer than a month, they could be assured there was no going back and could apply for a change in their identification.

Kyuhyun went from mildly terrified (was it catching?) to calling in some expert advice, and they got some necessities like underwear and jeans that fit their new hips. Suddenly Henry realized she had cleavage and was kind of hot. And then she realized she kind of wasn’t the only one.

Fifth reaction: okay, so let’s see if these parts work as intended.

“Your face is different, but it’s not that different,” Henry babbled when they were alone. “Like, I can still tell it’s you. Your posture is the same, how you talk. You’re still the same person I started dating, you’re just. Shaped a little differently.”

Ryeowook’s lips had twitched all throughout Henry’s speech.

“I feel the same way,” she said. “That shirt looks really nice on you.”

Henry felt herself inexplicably blushing, and nearly crossed her arms because. Yeah. Breasts. Hers were bigger than Ryeowook’s which, given time, she might be happy about. She felt like she should be.

“They’re so out there, it’s weird,” Henry mumbled, feeling them wobble in her new bra as she shook herself and stopping still at the sensation.

But she followed Ryeowook’s outstretched hands, curling their fingers together and standing close.

“You’re still Henry,” Ryeowook said, nudging their noses together. And it was leaning in, kissing Ryeowook, when she felt the most right. It wasn’t about how things had changed, but how they hadn’t. Ryeowook, she was still in love with, and there were things that had changed but that hadn’t. Maybe they shifted back again, even if that was unlikely. Maybe they’d be just fine.

Her shirt met the floor and she grinned at the concentration on Ryeowook’s face as she worked on Henry’s bra clasp. And while it was funny on her, when she sprawled out on the bed with Ryeowook above her, it was something else to watch Ryeowook’s chest stick out as she undid her own bra, and Henry’s brain was so firmly clicked to want. When Ryeowook kissed her again, they were skin to skin, and she found herself squirming because of the sudden throb her body had started.

“I had no idea girls felt like this,” Henry gasped, and then moaned when Ryeowook’s lips closed around her nipple. That felt just as good as it had when she was a guy. Ryeowook’s hands on her breasts, her sides, it made her hips wand to dance, an ache and wetness she wasn’t used to, arousal though her pants weren’t getting tight. “Ryeowook.”

Ryeowook licked her lips, sitting back like some siren as she took in Henry’s body. “You’re still my type.”

It had been Ryeowook who’d stripped Henry the first time they’d had sex, and it was no different that time. When Henry was still struggling with what to do, Ryeowook seemed to know. Her pants were stripped down, her new underwear and the air was cool. And it was for the second time in as many bodies that Ryeowook slipped between her legs and kissed down her stomach.

“It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to do this,” Ryeowook said, stroking Henry’s thighs. “So you’ll have to tell me what feels good.”

“As soon as I figure out what that is,” Henry promised.

It still felt good. And the second time. And the third. And Ryeowook’s face when Henry pinned her down, that hadn’t changed, either. Ryeowook’s legs wrapped around her hips, her arms around Henry’s neck, and just held her as they breathed together. And she knew they were going to be okay.

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Prompt: more girl!henwook? trying out girly things for the first time since becoming girls and kyuhyun making fun of them. maybe they retaliate by stealing mi for the day or something idk have at it XD

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Just because their bodies had changed, didn’t mean their brains had magically switched over. It was a lot of adjustment, thinking of themselves as one way, acknowledging things weren’t going to change. It didn’t feel wrong, so much as it was still becoming real.

“There are all kinds of women,” Zhou Mi said, when the topic came up. “Not everyone likes pink, wears skirts, or makeup, or-“

Kyuhyun had smothered him with a pillow, and Ryeowook had hooked her arm with Henry’s so the could go out to explore the world. It didn’t look different. Maybe only because they were a bit shorter than they had been, to Ryeowook’s eternal regret.

It turned out manicures were actually pretty nice, but they did more window shopping than anything else, still a bit unsure of themselves.

“Let’s shave our legs,” Ryeowook said, after they got through looking through a rack of skirts.

And Ryeowook would look good in them, Henry thought.

Though, the actual process of the leg shaving was new. It turned out there was a lot of landscape on the leg and lots of areas that required twisting and trying not to scrape skin off ankles. Henry scowled because sure there was no more face shaving that needed to be done, but it was ridiculous.

“Why do girls have to shave their legs when guys don’t?” Henry complained. “This is not different hair.”

They were sitting facing each other on the bathroom floor, each with one leg foamy and one leg finished and razors at the ready.

“I have a feeling we’re going to be asking that a lot,” Ryeowook said, meeting Henry’s eyes. And she was not incorrect.

When Kyuhyun startled laughing at the sparkles on Henry’s fingernails, Henry grabbed Zhou Mi’s hand.

“Will you come out with us and help us pick out some more clothes?” Henry asked, giving her best pleading eyes.

“Please?” Ryeowook said from beside her.

“Of course! What do you need still?”

Henry stuck her tongue out at Kyuhyun behind Zhou Mi’s back and got an eye roll, and then a grin as Kyuhyun waved them off. Served him right, getting his boyfriend stolen. They were going to get the hang of this thing.

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Prompt: Am I allowed to ask for more girl! henwook? I feel like I've asked so many times >< but I'll leave it up to you what to write!

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A new skill Henry did not acquire with her new chromosomes was a love for cleaning, and a skill for cooking. Every time she said that, someone inevitably stared at her - usually Kyuhyun - and asked, “What, you think it’s inherent?”

And Henry frowned. No. Obviously. But she’d maybe been hoping a little bit.

Being in a different body had some challenges, like hey the bathroom was a little different, and then learning the Challenge of the Bra as she liked to think of it. Like it was some kind of life quest. Ryeowook got the hang of that much, much easier, and one every single one of their timed drills to Henry’s forever disappointment and amusement.

“You’ll get it,” Ryeowook said, patting her head.

Figuring out what to wear on a date wasn’t any easier. Figuring out to do on a date wasn’t any easier. Those things were almost comically the same. Less comical, was Ryeowook’s love of cuddling. That Henry wasn’t ever getting rid of.

She chased everyone out one night and made her best rendition of excellent food.

Scrambled eggs and fried sausages out of a can.

She even lit a candle, belatedly. It was green and hulking, and she was pretty sure Donghae had brought it over to torture them at one point, but it lit just fine and didn’t burn down the kitchen.

The eggs were neither over-salted, nor burned. In fact, Ryeowook smiled when she tasted them.

Apparently practice was the only thing that was going to teach her how to cook, just like she had to practice how to get undressed. But Henry waggled her eyebrows at Ryeowook and was glad for a good teacher for both.

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Prompt: Happy Sunday! Can I request more misadventures from the girl henwook saga? ㅋㅋㅋ like they go to Spencer's for Halloween costumes and end up buying sex toys or something XD

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“You’d make a cute nurse,” Henry commented, as they browsed the racks and shelves.

Ryeowook made a non-committal sound. She was thinking more something cute, like a pumpkin or a ghost.

“Ooh, or a maid,” Henry said, sending her a look from her wedge heels all the way on up.

“No,” Ryeowook laughed. She wasn’t sure what Henry was going to be. Maybe they’d just smear her with face paint and call it a day. They were more there to browse to see what was available, so Ryeowook had a better idea of what she might want. She gave a last look at the unicorn accessories before following Henry through the store.

She was still trying to get glitter off of her fingers, when Henry suddenly turned to her with a box. Ryeowook paused for a moment before blinking at Henry’s face. Handcuffs.

“No!”

“But they’re fuzzy!” Henry said, frowning at the box as though everyone had to love fuzzy handcuffs.

“Not-“

Ryeowook could feel herself turning red. She gestured, subtly, to the store at large, and Henry finally got it.

“Ohhh, you’re embarrassed to get them here. But they’d be okay if they showed up magically, yeah?”

“Maybe,” Ryeowook said through her teeth. Someone could see them. Anyone could see them. She was going to have to buy a costume just to get out of the store without someone being able to see her face melting off in embarrassment.

“Later then,” Henry said.

Though, instead of taking a clue from Ryeowook’s obvious embarrassment, Henry stopped not even a second later in front of a collection of toys ranging from sort of anatomically correct to less so. At least the toys were between them so no one could see what Henry was gaping at.

“You used to have one of those,” Ryeowook whispered, poking at Henry’s arm. “It shouldn’t be that fascinating.”

“Yeah, but this could be fun! Oh look, this one takes batteries,” Henry said, her voice almost reverent.

“I’m not buying that,” Ryeowook said, and believed it. There was no way she was walking up to a cashier and then standing there while they rang up the purchases. Not beside Henry, behind her, or even in the same store.

“I will then,” Henry said, and stacked the things she wanted up. “What do do you think of this?”

Ryeowook paused. Stared. Nodded, heaven help her.

And then Ryeowook saw Henry pile on the handcuffs before she turned and fled down the aisle. Out in the hallway, she finally relaxed, edging toward the bookstore and staring at her phone so no one would imagine what was going on.

Of course Henry came out of the store like nothing had happened, grinning and holding the thankfully dark bag.

“Ready to go home?” Henry asked, doing a little eyebrow waggle.

That Ryeowook could agree on.

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Prompt: Might as well go all out and request girl henwook smut! XD come around full circle why not XD smut

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One thing Ryeowook really liked about her new body was the fact that when she got turned on, no one knew. Well, Henry knew because Henry had a kind of sixth sense about that somehow, even as a guy. Ryeowook always thought to be subtle, and there came Henry with waggling eyebrows. As a guy, that caused problems. As a woman, she just crossed her legs and tried not to flush.

In private, there was no need to hide. They kissed, soft nuzzling kisses, or slow and filthy and full of tongue. Henry knew how to kiss her right off of her knees, panting, and then gasping as Henry’s lips sucked at her neck.

“Ryeowook,” Henry whispered, making her shiver as her camisole was tugged over her head and the clasp of her bra undone. Whether her nipples dragged against Henry’s shirt or Henry’s skin, it didn’t matter. They were too sensitive and Henry knew that, grinning at her before hooking an arm in Ryeowook’s lower back and sucking each nipple into her mouth. The only thing keeping her upright was Henry’s arm, crying out as every gentle worry of teeth made her more and more wet. From highly interested to overly ready in under ten minutes.

But when Henry helped her stagger to the bed, short of breath and panties abandoned on the floor, Henry pushed her hand away and left her there wondering what was going on. Normally Henry had no problem letting Ryeowook be all over her in bed, so incredibly tactile that even Ryeowook pressed against her turned her on. But with Henry momentarily gone, she shoved her hair up from under her shoulders and tried to relax while at the same time wanting Henry to hurry up.

“Henry?”

“I’m ready!”

Henry came walking out of the bathroom with something between her legs that Ryeowook wasn’t used to seeing. Albeit, she’d never seen it in quite that shade of orange.

“What do you think?” Henry asked, waggling her hips and making it jiggle a little.

She’d had Henry’s tongue in her, Henry’s fingers, her own fingers, a different toy that Henry had bought. They were all great. The toy Henry was brandishing seemed something different altogether. Of course, fair was fair.

“You realize the second you are done, I get to try that out on you?” Ryeowook said.

Of course, she wasn’t surprised when Henry grinned. “Promise?” And when Henry climbed over it, kissed her, and it slid into her without a hitch, Henry was smug. “It fits.”

And it felt…good. Good was mild. Swapping one body for another hadn’t erased years of practice on Henry’s part, and she seemed to know just the right way to wiggle to make Ryeowook gasp. Gentle thrusts and the stroke of her hands over Ryeowook’s stomach and breasts, kissing her lips and throat, they all made Ryeowook fight against the slow pace.

“Come on,” she nibbling at Henry’s jaw in the way she liked. A little stroke against her back, over the piercings in her ear, her sensitive neck, and Henry got the picture. A little more. A little faster. The unconscious sounds from Henry’s throat had her breath hitching as her thighs gripped Henry’s furiously circling hips.

“Henry. Henry, if you don’t- I-“

She was so close, so close. And when she looked to Henry’s face for confirmation, she saw Henry’s eyes unfocused, her mouth dropping open. And just watching Henry come sent heat searing through her, and the pleasure of it sighing out as Henry slumped on her.

Though, not for long because she liked breathing so she could keep enjoying those feelings, even if she winced a bit as the toy went as well. But Henry beside her was nice, too.

“I changed my mind,” Ryeowook said, not wanting to move for at least an hour. One of Henry’s eyelids opened. “I’ll try using that next time.”

Henry moaned in appreciation and Ryeowook smiled. There was a good possibility she was going to make Henry break apart.

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