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Fic Year In Review Meme
Total number of fics: 12 fics and 17 drabbles
Total word count: 186,452 (plus the drabbles)
Longest posted fic: Stranger, at 71,761 words (which also makes it my longest fic ever)
Percentage of fics started and completed in 2015: Hahahaha, don't even ask.
Characters (posted fic only):
• Most common narrator: Lu Han (6), closely followed by Minseok (5)
• Most common character: Minseok if you count the parts of <a href=http://archiveofourown.org/works/7517653/chapters/17087404>Give and Take</a> separately. Otherwise, Lu Han and Minseok are tied at 11.
• Most common pairing: I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count.
Favorite: It's a tough competition between my two longfics, but probably A World Like None That You've Ever Known.
Most popular: Stranger is quite possibly my most popular fic ever, though it's a bit hard to tell with the shift from posting on LJ to AO3.
Most underappreciated by the universe: I guess Hold Me, my kinkfest Baeksoo, but nothing really stood out as underappreciated this year.
Most fun to write: Moonlight Thunder, because snarkily making Lu Han's life hard is my favorite pastime.
“Holy crap that’s wrong even for you”: Probably the alien threesome with tentacles and other weirdness, though I think it's not actually that weird in the grand scheme of alien sex. XD;;
Hardest to write: Definitely Stranger. Suspense plots are a huge struggle for me, and it was also tough to do a slow build of the general plot and the romance without (I hope) getting boring, and just to figure out all the pesky details.
Easiest to write: Any one of those short Xiuhan porn thingies.
The story that made you cry: I don't think I actually cried, but I made myself pretty sad with some parts of A World Like None That You've Ever Known.
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?: I challenged myself with the suspense/mystery aspect of Stranger and also just writing an actually novel length fic. I learned that I like to make my life difficult. XD But also that usually I can meet challenges if I set my mind to it and have nice friends to help me when I get stuck.
Do you have any writing goals for the new year?: I have one longfic project I'd really like to tackle next year. My long-term goal is also to finally be brave enough to tackle original fic in earnest, which I may end up doing with this idea depending on how things go.
And Tumblr is giving me a formatting headache, so go to my LJ if you want to see the list of all the fics I’ve posted this year.
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Baeksoo Kiss Drabble
Inspired by this because I couldn’t help it. >.>;;
It's been a nice first date so far. It's not exactly a typical first date because Baekhyun and Kyungsoo have known each other for years, but there's still something of that first date atmosphere as they tentatively feel each other out, searching for the right way to interact as boyfriends (if this goes well) instead of just friends. Baekhyun is by no means shy, but he's being careful, which tells Kyungsoo he's serious about this. That's a little scary to contemplate, but Kyungsoo is happy about it all the same.
They go for a walk after lunch, in a park that's surprisingly quiet for this time of day. Baekhyun starts chattering the way he does when he's nervous, loud and meaningless and full of awkward laughter, until Kyungsoo says, "Just shut up and enjoy the scenery." They've been talking this whole time, and now he wants to have some quiet and enjoy not so much the scenery as this moment here with Baekhyun.
To his credit, Baekhyun does shut up...for about fifteen seconds before he starts, "But you know I'm not good at shut—"
He doesn't get any farther than that, because Kyungsoo, without even really thinking about what he's doing, turns and kisses Baekhyun square on the lips. It's brief, not even long enough for them to have to stop walking, but it does effectively shut Baekhyun up. Kyungsoo turns away and wonders what Baekhyun thought of that and hopes he isn't blushing.
Baekhyun stays quiet for all of ten seconds before he says, "It's just that I can't—"
Kyungsoo doesn't hesitate to turn and kiss him again, and he can feel the smile spreading over Baekhyun's lips before he even pulls away. He turns and pretends to be very interested in the scenery, but he can't help smiling himself, especially as he hears Baekhyun snicker, no doubt pleased with himself.
This time, Baekhyun doesn't even last five seconds, and his tone and smug smile tell Kyungsoo that it's entirely deliberate when he says, "But you know—" Kyungsoo raises a threatening arm to slice at his neck, but Baekhyun barely pauses. "I like to talk, and I get bored if—" Kyungsoo abandons subtlety and gets Baekhyun in a headlock, effectively shutting him up.
For a few long seconds, they stay like that, wondering what will happen next. When Kyungsoo lets go, Baekhyun turns around, but for once, he doesn't say anything. Instead, he quietly leans forward and kisses Kyungsoo, lingering longer than any of Kyungsoo's kisses. He smiles when he pulls back, and Kyungsoo's expecting him to make a joke, but he only takes Kyungsoo's hand, swinging it between them as they resume walking. Kyungsoo looks at the trees around them, but as they walk in silence, he's only thinking about Baekhyun's lips, and more than that, Baekhyun's smile.
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Baekxing College AU Drabble
The problem with Yixing is that he's nice. That's great and all, but he's nice to everyone. Baekhyun doesn't mind nice, but he wants more than that from Yixing. He wants Yixing to like him, not the way he likes just about everyone, but really like him. He also wants Yixing to kiss him and fuck him and a lot of other things along those lines, but first he just needs Yixing to notice him as more than just one of his friends.
It's not usually a challenge for Baekhyun to get people to notice him. He's loud and he's funny and he's outgoing, and he's not shy about making it clear what he wants. The thing is, he's been flirting shamelessly with Yixing for weeks and Yixing doesn't seem to get it. Baekhyun's hugged him from all directions, sat in his lap, made kissy faces very close to his lips, and said all kinds of suggestive things, and Yixing just keeps laughing like he thinks Baekhyun is joking around.
"Why don't you just tell him?" Jongdae asks when Baekhyun complains to him. "It's hard to know when to take you seriously. He probably doesn't realize you mean it."
"I don't do well with rejection," Baekhyun whines.
"You're not doing too well with the way things are either," Jongdae says archly. Baekhyun doesn't have a good rebuttal for that, so he groans and flops onto Jongdae's lap. "And this is why it's hard to tell when you're flirting," Jongdae says.
"Who would ever flirt with you?" Baekhyun mutters into Jongdae's thigh.
Annoyingly, though, Jongdae is probably right. If all of Baekhyun's blatant flirting is still too subtle for Yixing to understand, he has to make his point more directly. Rejection will suck, if it happens, but Baekhyun has no patience for being in limbo any longer.
He decides to make his point in typically unsubtle fashion by approaching Yixing one day and plopping down in his lap, facing him. Yixing smiles and puts his hands on Baekhyun's hips because he's frustratingly affectionate like that. "Hi," he says.
"Hi," Baekhyun answers. "How's it going?" He leans closer to Yixing, not kiss close, but close.
"Not bad." Yixing's smile is both fond and bemused. "What's up?"
"Nothing much." Stop being so chicken, says a voice in Baekhyun's head that sounds irritatingly like Jongdae.
"You just felt like sitting on me?"
"Yeah." Before he can lose his nerve, Baekhyun adds, "I also feel like kissing you."
Yixing doesn't look as surprised as he could, just subtly raises his eyebrows. "You do?"
"Yes." Baekhyun holds Yixing's gaze even though he's dying inside waiting to see how this goes. "So either tell me you don't want to or hurry up and kiss me."
"Are we talking just a kiss between friends?" Yixing asks.
"No." Baekhyun leans a little closer. "Not between friends."
"Okay," Yixing says calmly. "Good." While Baekhyun is still trying to figure out what that means, Yixing kisses him. There's nothing hesitant about it, despite it being their first kiss, which is just how Baekhyun likes it. Why be shy when he could enthusiastically make out with Yixing while sitting in his lap? Now that he knows Yixing wants him, there's no reason to hold back.
They break apart eventually, smiling at each other up close. "Was that what you had in mind?" Yixing asks.
"Yes," Baekhyun tells him. "Perfect."
"Good. We should do that more."
"I like you," Baekhyun says, as much to get that out there as in response to Yixing's comment.
Yixing smiles wider. "I'm glad, because I like you too."
"A lot?" Baekhyun asks.
Yixing laughs. "Yes, a lot. Can I kiss you again?"
"Yes!" Baekhyun answers with what would be an embarrassing degree of enthusiasm if he was more easily embarrassed.
Yixing laughs again and wraps his arms around Baekhyun as he leans in for another perfect (at least as far as Baekhyun is concerned) kiss.
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Luchen Drabble
The thing Lu Han hates about dating while all grown up is that there's never enough time to spend together. He's the sort of person who, when he likes someone, wants to be around them all the time, but that's impossible when he and Jongdae work full-time jobs in different places. (And even if they did work for the same company, he doubts their bosses would appreciate Lu Han spending the day following Jongdae around.)
There's nothing to be done about it, but they try to make the most of the time they can spend together, and that means meeting for lunch a few times a week,, when work's not too busy to take a break. Jongdae gets longer lunches, so he picks up food and coffee and meets Lu Han in the park near his office, a much needed bright spot in Lu Han's busy days.
This particular morning, Lu Han's been going non-stop, with barely time to breathe, and he's not sure he'll be able to make it to see Jongdae, but mercifully, as lunch time approaches, his boss says, "Let's take a break. We'll start back at one."
Lu Han all but runs out of the door before he can change his mind, hurriedly zipping up his jacket against the unseasonable cold. He finds Jongdae at their usual spot in the otherwise deserted park, huddled into his scarf, clutching a paper cup of hot coffee.
"It's getting too cold for this," he whines as Lu Han sits down. He hands Lu Han another cup sitting on the bench a safe distance from Jongdae. "I don't know how you can drink iced coffee in this weather."
"You keep me warm." Lu Han laughs, embarrassed by the cheesy line, and Jongdae laughs at him. After a glance around to make sure there's really no one else here, Lu Han gives Jongdae a quick kiss. All joking aside, the kiss, the bright smile Jongdae gives him after, and the fact that Jongdae came out here in the cold in the middle of the workday really do make Lu Han feel warm.
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2036 words featuring stripper!Minseok, because really.
"Hey, look, the stripper has your pants," Yixing comments with a cheeky grin. "He fills them out a lot better than you do, though."
"Oh, shut up," Lu Han mutters, but distractedly, because his attention is much more on said stripper than Yixing.
"Our number one dancer, Minseok" is indeed wearing the same pants as Lu Han, tight at his waist and over his nice little ass, accent zippers drawing attention to his thighs. He was wearing a vest when he came out, but that's gone now, twirled around a few times before being tossed aside, leaving everything above those pants bare except for a leather wrap around his wrist. His torso is amazing, all perfectly sculpted abs and tight pecs and arms that are well-muscled without being too big for his body. Lu Han has plenty of confidence in his body, but he knows he doesn't look as good as that.
Minseok is gyrating around on stage now, shimmying his hips and rolling his body and shaking his ass, and Lu Han can't look away. He's still half dressed so you wouldn't think he could look that sinful, but somehow those black pants, tight in all the right places, make those movements even sexier than if he wasn't wearing anything. Between that and his rippling muscles under skin shining with sweat, the sight is getting Lu Han very hot and bothered.
He almost stops breathing at the sight of that much closer when Minseok saunters over to where Lu Han and Yixing are sitting, hopping down from the stage to stand right in front of Lu Han, flashing him a cocky smirk. With Lu Han sitting down, his eyes are at just about the height of Minseok's nipples, which are suddenly awfully close to his face. He swallows hard, feeling his cock stirring in his matching pants. Minseok doesn't come any closer, but he does start to dance right in front of Lu Han, first facing him, then turning around so Lu Han has a prime view of his back muscles, and also of his ass as he shakes it.
When Minseok turns around again, he moves so he's straddling Lu Han's knees. This close, Lu Han can make out the outline of his cock in his pants, at least partly hard. It makes Lu Han ache to touch him, to fuck him, to put his mouth all over him and taste the sweat making his muscles shine. Minseok plants a hand on Lu Han's chest and smirks again. "I like your pants," he says. "Want to come in back with me?"
Lu Han doesn't know when it happened, but suddenly he's so hard he wants to die. "Yes," he answers immediately, almost a groan.
Minseok's hand fists in Lu Han's shirt and pulls him up for a kiss, open mouthed and with lots of tongue, putting on a show for the rest of the club, and Lu Han's too turned on to be self-conscious. If it means he gets to kiss Minseok, the whole world can watch for all he cares. It doesn't last long before Minseok pulls away and tugs him to his feet, but Lu Han can't say he minds since there's the promise of a lot more happening soon. Minseok leads him out slowly, making sure anyone who wants to can have a good look at them, pausing to wave at everyone watching before they disappear through the back door.
Once the door is closed, the performance tension leaves Minseok's body, his shoulders relaxing, but his smirk is every bit as cocky when he looks back at Lu Han as he leads him into one of the small rooms. These rooms are for private performances, not sex, because this place really is just a strip club, but it doesn't mean they don't get used for alternate purposes when dancers want to have some fun. There's a big chair in this room that's perfect for it, and Minseok pushes Lu Han down onto it, standing in front of him.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Minseok ask. The way his hand is roaming over his chest, pausing to flick at his pink nipples, suggests that the show isn't over yet.
"It was nice, but you didn't take your pants off." Lu Han is tempted to open his own pants, or at least press his palm to the front of them, but he waits to see what Minseok will do next.
"Hm, that's right." Minseok's hand drifts down over his stomach to toy with the button on his pants. "Maybe I will..." At last, Minseok pops the button open and pulls down the zipper. They're not the kind of pants designed for stripping, ready to fall apart at the slightest touch, but the way Minseok wriggles out of them is pretty damn hot anyway. He's wearing solid black briefs underneath, tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination, making it clear that he's equally turned on.
"Now we're talking," Lu Han says approvingly. He gives in to temptation and presses the heel of his hand to his cock, moaning softly at the contact. Minseok's eyes go to his hand and he licks his lips, seemingly unconsciously.
"You're satisfied with that show?" Minseok hooks his thumb into the top of his underwear, teasing.
Lu Han swallows hard again and presses his hand down harder. "No." His voice drops down low. "I want to see it all."
Minseok smiles at that, amused instead of smug, but he goes ahead and strips that last piece of clothing off so his entire body is exposed, aside from that cuff still on his wrist, all hard muscle and his cock hard between his legs. He's so fucking hot Lu Han's mouth is practically watering from how badly he wants him. "Please," he groans.
In an instant, Minseok is on him, straddling Lu Han's legs and kissing him hard, messy not because there's anyone watching but because he can't hold back. He quickly tugs up Lu Han's shirt, leaning back just long enough to let him pull it off, then moves to his pants, suddenly fumbling instead of smooth. "Why didn't you strip for me?" Minseok asks, chuckling at his words. "You're wearing too much."
"That's your job," Lu Han points out. "I'm just a spectator."
"Whatever," Minseok grumbles. "Did you bring—" He doesn't finish the question because he decides he'd rather kiss Lu Han some more, but Lu Han knows what he's asking. He struggles to reach into his back pocket, pulling out a condom, which he puts down next to him, and a little tube of lube that he presses into Minseok's hand. Minseok twists off the cap one-handed, then finds Lu Han's hand, squeezing some onto his fingers.
Minseok seems ready to continue like this, but Lu Han agrees that he's wearing too much, so he interrupts, "Wait, pants." Minseok makes an exasperated noise but obliges, getting up and stripping Lu Han bare with practiced ease. When he climbs back onto the chair, he fits his hips right over Lu Han's so that their erections rub against each other, making them both moan.
"Come on," he urges. Lu Han wraps one arm around Minseok, feeling all those muscles he was staring at before when he pulls Minseok flush against him, and reaches behind with his other hand, pressing a finger into Minseok, drawing a satisfying moan from him. He goes quickly, just careful enough not to hurt Minseok, because they're both too eager to wait long. They kiss in the meantime, Minseok moaning unabashedly into Lu Han's mouth, only pulling away occasionally to bite out a curse or tell Lu Han to go even faster.
They could finish like this if they wanted to, just rubbing off on each other with Lu Han's fingers inside of Minseok, and Lu Han's tempted, but he wants more. Minseok does too, finally pulling back and saying, "Stop" in a rough moan that does terrible things to Lu Han. He misses Minseok's body against his when they break apart, but only for as long as it takes to put the condom on so Minseok can sink down onto him, pushing down deep enough that he groans heavily.
Lu Han leans back in the chair so Minseok can move freely on top of him, setting an impatient pace. Lu Han's hands roam over Minseok's chest and stomach, coming to rest on his hips briefly before starting to move again, unable to resist the urge to touch him everywhere. Minseok is focused on rocking up and down on Lu Han. flushed and sweaty from exertion, thighs straining. "Fuck, you're so hot," Lu Han breathes. "You should be naked all the time."
Minseok laughs breathlessly and doesn't bother to respond. He starts to stroke himself, the black on his wrist drawing Lu Han's attention there. His breathing grows harsher as he gets close, but his rhythm doesn't falter. Lu Han is approaching his limit too, just trying to hold on long enough for Minseok to come first. "Hey." Lu Han runs his hands down Minseok's thighs, resisting the temptation to dig his nails into the smooth skin. "Almost there?"
"Yeah." It comes out more like a gasp than a word as Minseok bottoms out again. "Ah, feels good." Lu Han pulls Minseok's cuffed hand away, lacing their fingers together, and instead touches Minseok with his other hand, pumping quickly and feeling Minseok clench around him in response. "Yes—fuck—almost—" Minseok grits out, and just like that, he comes, throwing his head back and crying out, still rocking onto Lu Han even as his body shakes.
Lu Han is mesmerized by the sight of Minseok lost in orgasm, but only for a few seconds before it hits him too. He squeezes Minseok's hand and grinds up into him, reveling in the tightness of Minseok's body, the continuing motion that sends waves of pleasure through him. He wants the moment to last forever, Minseok naked and moaning on top of him, legs spread to let Lu Han in deep, both of them lost in the heady rush together.
But of course the moment passes for both of them, and Minseok pulls off, sitting on Lu Han's thighs and flopping forward against his chest. "Damn, I love Thursdays," he mumbles into Lu Han's shoulder.
"Me too." Lu Han loves Minseok all the time, but there's something thrilling about coming together like this, almost publicly (though never quite), and about being reminded that while other people get to see rather a lot of Minseok and occasionally even touch him a little, only Lu Han gets to have him like this.
Minseok lifts his head and kisses Lu Han, and they continue for a couple of minutes before Minseok pulls away with undisguised reluctance. "All right, fun over." He gets to his feet, opening a hidden cabinet and pulling out some wipes, offering them to Lu Han to clean up with.
Lu Han, feeling pleasantly dazed in the aftermath of their fun, makes a cursory effort to clean himself off and then starts to pick up his clothes and pull them on. Minseok makes no effort to do the same, standing there naked with come on his stomach, watching Lu Han get dressed. It's a little weird, but kind of nice too, having Minseok watch him instead of the other way around. (It's not exactly hot when he picks up Minseok's pants by mistake and they both laugh at his futile attempt to pull them on, but that's okay.)
When Lu Han's dressed, Minseok walks over and fixes his hair for him. He leans in for one more kiss, then takes a step back. "I've got to clean everything up and get back out there. See you at home?"
Lu Han doesn't love sending Minseok back out to show off his body for a bunch of strangers, but he's satisfied enough at this point to accept it, especially knowing that when it's over, Minseok will be coming home to him. He trails a finger down Minseok's chest, then pats a clean spot on his stomach, grinning when Minseok fondly rolls his eyes. "See you later."
Prompt #25, posted at 9:53 a.m. PST (GMT-8)
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(Drabbles 12, 13 and 14 are on AO3 only, but I wanted this one here for the pretty pictures.)
739 words, PG, angel!Lu Han
It would be easy to believe Lu Han is an angel, with the way he looks and his moments of bizarre innocence, except that Minseok doesn't believe in angels. Sure, he went to church his whole childhood, and he still believes a lot of what he learned there, but he believes in abstract angels, not flesh and blood, standing right in front of him looking like a human being angels. Despite his incredibly pretty face and strange character, he can't believe that Lu Han is anything but human.
Lu Han doesn't seem to mind his disbelief, and never does anything to prove himself, just smiles an enigmatic little smile every time the subject comes up and Minseok refuses to change his mind. "I am what I am, regardless of your belief," he says when Minseok asks why he doesn't care.
Minseok doesn't really understand that, but it's one of a great many things he doesn't understand about Lu Han, including why he tags along after Minseok like an overeager puppy. "What, are you my guardian angel?" Minseok asked him once, mostly joking.
That earned a smile from Lu Han, still enigmatic, but bigger than his usual one. "I'm not. But I like you, and I..." His smile didn't falter, but Minseok thought he saw sadness creep into his eyes before Lu Han shook his head. "Can't I just be your friend?"
Minseok couldn't argue with that, and besides, he didn't think he'd imagined the sadness in Lu Han's eyes, so he only smiled and said, "Sure, I guess, if you insist."
They are friends, and they have been for a good six months (though it feels to Minseok like he's known Lu Han for so much longer) the night Lu Han comes by Minseok's apartment. There's something off about him, not necessarily bad, but different, and Minseok studies him curiously, trying to put his finger on what's changed. "Is everything okay?" he asks.
Lu Han smiles, enigmatic once again. "Everything is wonderful. I found what I've been missing all this time."
"You've been missing something?" Lu Han never mentioned anything like that, and aside from a flash of sadness here and there, he gave no indication that he was keeping any secrets.
"I have. Something I think you'd like to see." Before Minseok can ask what he means, there's a flash of bright light as something bursts out from Lu Han's back, something huge stretching out behind him. It's so bright at first, blindingly white, that Minseok has to squint to make out what it is: wings, huge, feathered wings.
"That's...you..." Minseok can only stare. He's always thought that Lu Han is beautiful—who wouldn't?—but with his wings, he's stunning, absolutely captivating. Minseok can't look away, and he doesn't feel like he'd ever want to.
"Do you believe that I'm an angel now?" Lu Han asks with just a hint of wryness.
"Yes..."
Minseok is still staring when Lu Han flaps his wings and feathers drift off like snow toward Minseok and onto the floor of his apartment. He lifts his hands and catches a couple of them, like snowflakes on his palm. He looks down at them, and when he looks up again, he sees sadness in Lu Han's eyes, lingering this time. "I have to go now," he says. "But don't be sad. I'll come see you again someday, and I'll never be far, even if you can't see me."
"Oh..." Minseok doesn't want Lu Han to go, not Lu Han his friend and not Lu Han the lovely angel in front of him now, but he should have known as soon as he saw what Lu Han was that he would never get to keep someone so perfect.
"Thank you," Lu Han says, "for being my friend. Goodbye until next time."
Then, just like that, he's gone in another flash of light, leaving only a cascade of feathers behind. Minseok catches a few more and looks at them in his hand, unnaturally pure white, without so much as a speck of dirt. He looks around his feather dusted apartment and finds himself smiling. "Maybe you will by my guardian angel after all," he says, wondering if Lu Han can hear him. He tosses the feathers in his hands into the air and watches them drift to the floor, then gives a little wave of his hand, in case Lu Han can see. "Until next time.
(Prompt #15, posted at 8:40 a.m. PST (GMT-8))
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(Drabbles 9 and 10 are on AO3 because I’m lazy.)
And drabble 11: 1212 words, warnings: bondage, orgasm denial/edging
It starts with Minseok's entirely joking "Since we're here, anything you want to try out?" and Lu Han turning a remarkable shade of red and they must both be delirious from lack of sleep and jet lag, because somehow it ends in them deciding to experiment with bondage for the first time in this sketchy S&M love hotel instead of getting some sleep in the six hours before they have to go back to the airport to catch their new flight.
They can't decide who should be the dom in their personal S&M scenario, so they play rock paper scissors, which Minseok wins. The red that flares up anew in Lu Han's ears and cheeks tells Minseok he doesn't so much mind the result. "Don't worry," Minseok says, only half teasing. "I'll make it good for you."
Some comically unsexy fumbling ensues as they struggle to figure out the restraints, only to realize when they're finished that Lu Han's clothes should have come off first. The second attempt should be easy, but they still struggle, and Minseok is laughing so much that he doesn't notice until they're finally done that Lu Han is starting to get hard. It makes his laughter die in his throat because they're really doing this. The thought is simultaneously exciting and scary.
As S&M scenarios go, this is probably pretty tame, but it's more than they've ever done. Minseok explores Lu Han's body at length, using his lips and teeth and tongue to get him worked up without moving forward. "Minseok," Lu Han groans as Minseok's lips brush his inner thigh. His legs are spread wide, offering Minseok easy access, but there's very little give for him to move. He's entirely at Minseok's mercy, and they're both getting off on it.
"How long do you think I could drag it out? A place like this probably has great soundproofing. I could make you scream like I never would at home." The choked moan that escapes Lu Han tells Minseok he's not so opposed to the idea, and yes, this is definitely working for Minseok.
He keeps it up for a while, then starts to prep Lu Han at the same slow pace. He has no idea how long they've been at it by the time he's got three fingers pressing into Lu Han, but Lu Han is flushed and dripping with sweat and moaning almost non-stop, pulling at the restraints around his wrists and ankles. He hasn't stooped to begging yet, but he doesn't need to; it's obvious how badly he wants more.
When Minseok finally thrusts into Lu Han, he cries out, much louder than he normally gets in bed. It's enough to make Minseok pause, but then Lu Han moans out, "Don't stop."
Part of Minseok wants to just proceed normally, eager for his own release, but he does want to see how far he can push Lu Han, and how good it can be for both of them in the end. He forces himself to move in slow, deep thrusts, letting Lu Han feel every inch of him. Lu Han gets quieter again, but it's not because he's unaffected. His eyes are squeezed shut, and he makes little whimpery noises sometimes when Minseok hits him just right.
After a while, Minseok decides it's time to up the ante. He gives Lu Han's cock one good stroke, drawing a throaty moan from him, then closes his fingers tight around the base, turning the moan into a groan of protest. "Fuck, Minseok..." Lu Han's voice is so beautifully rough.
"Did you think I didn't mean it about making you scream?" Minseok asks. Lu Han is looking at him now, eyes dark and pleading and hungry, and he visibly swallows at Minseok's words. Minseok waits to see if he'll object, but he doesn't. Minseok isn't surprised.
It's awkward to keep his hand on Lu Han, so Minseok releases him, but he gives Lu Han's cock another squeeze every time he seems to be getting close, making him moan progressively louder. It's hot, seeing him get more and more desperate and knowing that Minseok's the one doing it to him. Minseok doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up, but he's going to enjoy every second of it.
Minseok's been making himself wait too, and when he finally gives in and comes, it's really good, waves of intense pleasure following his last few thrusts into Lu Han. In his current state of sleep deprivation, it's enough to make him a little lightheaded, but in a way that heightens the sensation instead of distracting him from it. He pulls out slowly, feeling spent and satisfied.
Lu Han, though, is still right on the edge, and Minseok looks at him and realizes what a mess he is. "Bondage makes me mean, huh?" he jokes. Lu Han doesn't seem to have it in him to laugh, just gives him a look that's halfway between Really? and Please.
Minseok smirks but doesn't continue playing with Lu Han. He presses two fingers into him, making Lu Han's body jerk and pull at the restraints, then starts to stroke him with his other hand, starting slow but quickly picking up the pace.
"Are you going to scream for me?" he asks, but he doesn't think Lu Han is even listening. He's moaning constantly, clenching around Minseok's fingers. At last, he goes still for just a second before he comes with an uncharacteristically loud cry that's pretty damn close to a scream, thrashing around as much as he can, on and on and on.
Minseok waits until Lu Han finally goes still to pull his hands away, giving him a somewhat apologetic pat on the thigh. "Fuck." Lu Han's voice breaks over the word. "That was..."
"Great?" Minseok supplies when he doesn't finish. "Terrible?"
"Great." Lu Han's chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "I think. Yes. But damn, I didn't know you had it in you."
Minseok laughs sheepishly. "Me neither."
Later, when they've gotten cleaned up and Minseok has given Lu Han a massage to make up for keeping him restrained for so long, they curl up together to get a little sleep before their flight. They're both exhausted, but Lu Han's so worn out he barely makes it to the bed. Still, before he falls asleep, he mumbles, "I liked that more than I thought I would."
"Mm," Minseok agrees but doesn't say anything more, waiting to see what Lu Han's getting at, if anything.
"I think...maybe we should experiment some more at home...if you want, that is." The words are so mumbled it's a struggle to make them out, but Minseok doesn't doubt that he understood.
"Sure." Minseok also enjoyed this more than he expected, and he wonders how much better it could get with some experience and time to explore. "But no screaming when we're at home," he adds as an afterthought. "We wouldn't want the neighbors asking questions."
"Did I really scream?" Lu Han asks sleepily.
Minseok chuckles. "You did."
"Oh." Somehow it doesn't sound like Lu Han cares. "Okay. No screaming." On that note, he falls sound asleep, and Minseok smiles fondly as he curls into Lu Han and joins him in sleep.
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Minseok and Lu Han are mistakenly booked into an S&M love hotel. (Inspired by this story.) (submitted by violetprince)
(Prompt #11, posted at 8:34 a.m. PST (GMT-8))
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513 words, PG, warning: implied past character death
They started coming here not long after they became friends, before they got together. They used to run together in this park, side by side, Lu Han pulling his stride length just a little short so he could match with Minseok, not because Minseok couldn't keep up but because Lu Han liked being in sync with him.
Their running slowed over the years, turning to jogging when Minseok tweaked his back and walking when Lu Han messed up his knee, but they kept it up through many long years and all kinds of weather. Lu Han has fond memories of Minseok bundled against the cold, the pom-pom on his hat bobbing with every step, or wearing as little as is decent in the peak of summer, his skin slick with sweat. At the end of their run (or jog or walk), they'd sprawl onto the park benches to rest and drink water and just relax and talk.
In later years, when even a brisk walk was asking too much, they'd walk slowly, unsupported at first but eventually with canes to help them along, only as far as their favorite benches, surrounded by tall trees and dappled with sunlight. They'd sit there for hours sometimes, just talking and soaking in the sunlight. In his younger days, Lu Han might have gotten bored sitting around for so long, but old age taught him patience. Besides, he and Minseok never ran out of things to talk about, even after over half a century together.
Today, Lu Han has no one to talk to, but he sits on the familiar bench anyway, head tipped back to catch the sun. Minseok's nephew brought him here before going for a jog, so Lu Han has an hour to kill until he comes back. He hasn't been here in a full year, and it's a strange feeling, being back, and a stranger feeling being here alone. He's so used to sitting here with Minseok that if he closes his eyes, it feels like Minseok is right there beside him.
"I have so much to tell you," Lu Han says softly, in case anyone is walking past, though he's off the main path. "I used to tell you everything, whether you wanted to hear it or not. You're still the first person I want to tell when anything happens, even silly little things that are barely worth mentioning. Not that much interesting has happened to me in a while."
He breathes out slowly, not quite a sigh. "I never told you this, but I used to hope I went first. You'd do better at being alone. I'm no good at it; I miss you too much. But then, I'd never want to do anything to hurt you, so maybe it's better this way."
Lu Han opens his eyes, looking up at the sky. The sun is bright, but he looks steadily upward. "I'll see you again someday, won't I? But not too soon. I have to make sure I have lots of great new stories to tell you when I do."
Prompt #8, posted 12:10 p.m. PST (GMT-8)
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Lu Han is, in Minseok's opinion, hilarious. He's such a contradiction, with his pretty face that twists into the most unattractive expressions and his innocent, almost effeminate appearance in contrast to his boyish behavior and not-so-innocent mind. He's so easily flustered too, easily riled up if you tell him that he's pretty or that he looks nice in a dress, or if you tease him about just about anything, really. It makes it too much fun to toy with him.
"Why are you so mean to me?" Lu Han whines one day when Minseok's been giving him a particularly hard time. "You're not like this with other people."
"Sometimes I am," Minseok says, grinning. "I'm just worse with you. You make it too easy."
Lu Han pouts at him, and Minseok laughs. "Want to know a secret?" he asks.
"What?" Lu Han asks warily.
Grinning, Minseok leans in close to Lu Han. "The more I tease you, the more I like you." His tone shifts as he speaks, from mocking into something softer.
Lu Han smiles slightly, but distractedly, his eyes locked with Minseok's. "So you like me a lot?" he murmurs. His voice dips low, sounding unfairly sexy considering that there's nothing sexy about his words.
Minseok gives Lu Han a light but lingering kiss before pulling back, a smile playing on his lips. "I guess I do."
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“Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.”
- W. H. Auden
(Prompt #7, posted at 9:20 a.m. PST (GMT-8))
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mostly gen Xiuhan, 486 words, PG-13 for drunk-but-harmless!Minseok
Minseok is having an awesome time. This party is great and he feels awesome and he loves everybody and especially beer. Beer is really great and he's had so much of it tonight, but he could probably have more. More beer sounds good, but the room is spinning, so maybe he'll sit down for a little while first. Actually, maybe he'll lie down, because the room is spinning an awful lot, and that's not quite so awesome.
He spots his friends across the room, Junmyeon and Jongdae and some guy he doesn't know sitting on the couch, and Baekhyun sitting on the floor with his back to Minseok. He stumbles over (is the floor spinning too?) and manages to stay on his feet long enough to flop on the floor with his head in Baekhyun's lap. Baekhyun will like that; he's always wanting to touch Minseok, and it's that much worse when he's been drinking.
"Hi." Minseok closes his eyes, but that just makes the spinning worse, so instead he stares at his friends' feet, suddenly finding it impossible to muster the energy to lift his head. "I'm drunk and the floor won't stop spinning. How are you?"
"We're good." Jongdae's laughing even as he speaks. Is Minseok really drunk enough to be that funny? He didn't think he had that much beer.
"We're good," Junmyeon echoes, "but exactly who do you think you're lying on?"
It takes longer than it should for Minseok to realize what Junmyeon is getting at. "Not Baekhyun?" he asks. He rolls over onto his back to look up at the person whose thigh is serving as his pillow. The overhead light is too bright and he has to squint, but he can see that it's a stranger's face looking down at him. "You're not Baekhyun."
"No." The stranger seems conflicted about whether to laugh or try to escape.
"Who are you?" Minseok asks. He vaguely feels like he should move, but this stranger's thigh makes a very nice pillow and the room hasn't stopped spinning yet.
"I'm Lu Han," the guy says, smiling awkwardly. Awkward or not, it's a cute smile. Minseok likes Lu Han. He's cute and his thigh is really nice and firm.
"Minseok," he responds, remembering his manners. "I like you." He hears Jongdae and Junmyeon snicker, but he ignores them. Let them laugh. Minseok is happy.
Lu Han doesn't answer, but Jongdae says, "Uh, hyung? Are you just going to keeping lying there?"
Oh, right, lying on a stranger who is definitely not Baekhyun or anyone else he knows is weird. But Minseok is comfortable and Lu Han isn't freaking out even though someone he just met is lying on him, so why move? "Can I?" he asks Lu Han, figuring he should be polite.
"Uh..." Lu Han's expression is more awkward than smiley, but then it shifts and he looks mostly amused. "Sure, why not?"
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Dead wrong
(Prompt #6, posted at 10:14 PST (GMT-8))
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628 words, PG-13, warnings: vague mentions/implications of homophobia
There's nothing traditional in any culture Minseok knows of about two grooms walking each other down the aisle on their wedding day, but then, there's nothing traditional about two men getting married in the first place. Lu Han suggested doing it like this, and since none of their parents are interested in participating and there's no bride involved, Minseok didn't see any reason to object.
Minseok's not much for big ceremonies or public displays of affection or being the center of attention, but in this case, he thinks it's important. They've spent so many years hiding their relationship, trying to keep people from noticing them, or at least understanding what they were seeing. Having a wedding with a fancy ceremony and inviting all their friends (and families too, even if they won't come) is a way to say, "This is who we are, and we're done pretending we're not."
They're dressed for the day in matching tuxedos. (Minseok teased Lu Han about wearing a wedding dress and making Junmyeon's wildest dreams come true, but of course he knew it would never happen.) Minseok is a little nervous, but not about marrying Lu Han, only about going out there in front of the assembled crowd and declaring his love for Lu Han. It's silly because everyone here knows already, but it still feels significant.
Lu Han is nervous too, even more fidgety than usual, and it makes Minseok smile. "Worried I'll say no?" he teases. Lu Han's eyes go wide for just a second before he realizes what a stupid reaction that is, and Minseok laughs. "No surprises, I promise."
"You're mean," Lu Han whines without much conviction. He comes over and takes Minseok's hands, pulling him in for a kiss.
"Are you ready?" Jongdae asks from the doorway where he and Yixing are looking in. They both look suspiciously twinkly-eyed, making Minseok wonder what they're plotting, but he's sure it's nothing bad, not today of all days.
"Ready?" Minseok asks Lu Han. He nods, taking a deep breath like he's bracing himself to go out there, and reaches for Minseok's hand.
There are so many people, Minseok thinks as he walks out hand in hand with Lu Han. Do he and Lu Han really have so many friends? He squeezes Lu Han's hand tighter as he looks around, but there's no reason to be nervous. Everyone is smiling, genuinely happy for them.
And then, two rows from the front, Minseok stops dead, unable to believe his eyes. His sister is there, which is unexpected but not shocking, but then next to her is his mother, the same mother who told him she would never be able to support him in a relationship with another man. She smiles at him, hesitant, like she's not sure she's allowed to, and mouths, "Congratulations."
Lu Han takes two more steps before he realizes Minseok has stopped walking and turns around. Minseok doesn't see his reaction, but he feels Lu Han squeeze his hand tightly. "Come on," he whispers when Minseok still doesn't move. "You can talk later."
Minseok lets Lu Han pull him forward to stand at the front of the assembled crowd. There are tears in his eyes—very unlike him, but he never saw this coming and he's so happy—and he blinks them back furiously. When he turns to face Lu Han, Minseok can see that his eyes are shiny too; he knows how much this means to Minseok, and so it matters to him too. "I love you," Minseok whispers, embarrassingly unable to wait until they say their vows.
Lu Han, in typical Lu Han fashion, beams, like he's still happily surprised every time Minseok tells him that. "Love you too," he answers, as if he needs to.
Prompt #5, posted 9:37 a.m. PST (GMT-8)
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Xiuhan Daily Challenge drabble #4, 488 words, PG-13 for post-drunkenness
It's morning, probably, or maybe afternoon, and Lu Han has a headache and no idea where he is. He's lying on something hard, so not a bed, and he's lost his shirt but he's still wearing pants, so if he got lucky last night, he at least got dressed after. That's disappointing, but he'll just have to make up for it tonight. Once he manages to get up from the hard thing, anyway, and go home to make himself look human again.
He smells coffee, which is reason enough for him to open his eyes, albeit somewhat reluctantly. Will he be able to get coffee or is he going to get kicked out for being a hungover, shirtless guy who passed out on a stranger's floor? He drags himself to a sitting position, running a hand through his hair in hopes that it'll make him look marginally more presentable.
"I was wondering if you were going to sleep through me making breakfast," an unfamiliar voice says. "Or more like lunch at this point."
"Sorry." Lu Han gets up, rubbing a hand over his eyes. "Have you seen my shirt?"
He moves his hand away from his eyes and blinks, finally getting a good look at the person whose...kitchen, apparently, he fell asleep in. He looks vaguely familiar, like maybe Lu Han met him while he was drunk last night, but only vaguely. Lu Han feels like he would remember if he met him; he's really nice looking, very much Lu Han's type, even if he's in his pyjamas with his hair still rumpled from sleep.
"Is that it on the fridge?"
Lu Han follows the hand gesture to see a shirt hanging off the top corner of the fridge. "That's it." He grabs the shirt and quickly pulls it on.
"I'm curious how that happened, but I'm guessing you don't remember." Lu Han shakes his head, sheepish. The man smiles at him, amused but not mean. "I'm guessing you don't remember meeting me either. I'm Minseok."
"Lu Han. You're Baekhyun's roommate?" He looks around. "This is still Baekhyun's, isn't it?"
Minseok laughs. "And mine and Jongdae's, yes. But Baekhyun's the reason I'm not surprised to wake up to drunk people on my kitchen floor."
"Sorry about that," Lu Han says meekly.
"Don't worry about it," Minseok says. "I'm used to it. Do you like coffee? You look like you could use a cup before you head home."
"Yeah, if you don't mind?" Coffee sounds wonderful, and Lu Han thinks he'd like to take the opportunity to get to know Minseok better.
"Nah, it's fine." Minseok gets up to pour another cup and hands it to Lu Han, gesturing for him to take a seat at the table. "It's nice to meet you sober, Lu Han."
He's teasing now, but Lu Han finds he doesn't mind at all. He takes a big sip of coffee and smiles. "You too."
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“I’m trying not to be so antisocial
Truth be told, I’m not entirely hopeful
I’ve woken up on one too many floors
But my favorite was yours”
–The Lucksmiths, “There Is A Boy That Never Goes Out”
(Prompt #4, posted 10:19 a.m. PST (GMT-8))
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Another daily Xiuhan drabble. 501 words, PG, some vague AU
Minseok looks out the window as the car drives down the road. It's beautiful, brilliant green everywhere, on both sides and up into the trees, forming an arch over the road. It's nothing like the city where he grew up, not a person in sight except him and the driver. (A driver! Minseok never thought he'd be the kind of person to ride with a driver, even if it's not his driver.)
He has no idea what to expect at their destination. He's amazed he even got this job, to tell the truth, because he has no experience that qualifies him to be an assistant to some rich guy out in the country. He doesn't even know what being an assistant will involve. The woman who interviewed him said it was kind of like being a butler, but who even has butlers these days? The uncertainty makes him a tiny bit nervous, but mostly he's too excited—and too relieved to have found a job—to really care.
When they arrive at the house, it's even bigger than he imagined, so big that Minseok can't imagine that only one man (plus assorted staff) lives here. How could one person possibly use so much space? He can't help staring, too amazed to pretend to be blasé.
A young man opens the door. He's dressed somewhat casually compared to what Minseok expects in a place like this, in slacks and a button-up shirt with the top two buttons open. He's also very handsome, Minseok notices, with a delicately beautiful face and shoulders that fill out his shirt quite nicely. He smiles when he sees Minseok, and it's awfully cute. "Welcome! Come on in."
Minseok looks around the house, marveling some more and wondering if his employers will be here for introductions. He hopes he can make a good first impression. For now, turns to the man who let him in and introduces himself, "Hello. I'm Kim Minseok."
"Nice to meet you," the man chirps. "I'm Lu Han."
"Nice to—" Minseok starts to respond automatically, but then he breaks off and stares. Lu Han? As in, his employer Lu Han?
Lu Han grins, which is still cute but not as flattering as his smile. "Am I not what you expected?"
"Uh, no...that is, I didn't expect you to come to the door, but...it's not...you're..." Minseok fumbles, not knowing the right way to respond.
Lu Han laughs, not seeming to be offended. "It's all right. It wasn't nice of me to surprise you. But as you can see, I keep things pretty informal here. I hope you don't mind."
"No, not at all," Minseok says weakly. Lu Han is definitely not what he expected of a rich guy living alone out in the country, but maybe that's not such a bad thing.
"Come, let's talk," Lu Han says cheerfully, guiding Minseok further into the house. He's still smiling, and Minseok enjoys the way his eyes twinkle. "I think we're going to get along great..."
Prompt #3, posted 10:46 a.m. PST (GMT-8).
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Xiuhan (obviously), 417 words, PG-13, cutesy domestic thingy
Minseok always gets up first in the morning. He likes to take his time waking up, sitting alone with a cup of coffee and enjoying the quiet over a leisurely breakfast, getting ready to face the day.
Lu Han understands that—not in the sense that he sees the appeal of quiet mornings, but he understands the kind of person Minseok is and why he needs that. He doesn't mind letting Minseok have his alone time if it means Lu Han can cling to him to his heart's content for the rest of the day.
Still, he can't help thinking that it would be nice, every once in a while, to wake up with Minseok in his arms or warm against his side. It would be nice to see Minseok drowsy and soft, not entirely awake yet. It would be nice to kiss him awake, maybe even cajole him into some sleepy morning sex. Minseok may like—even need—his time alone, but Lu Han would be happy to have Minseok by him every moment of the day, from the moment he opens his eyes.
He doesn't say so, because relationships are about compromise and Minseok already indulges him in so many ways. Minseok probably knows anyway, because Lu Han is an open book, so there's no reason to bring it up and force him to say no. Lu Han's okay with the way things are, and he won't expect anything more.
But of course Minseok knows, and that's no doubt why Lu Han wakes up on Minseok's birthday unexpectedly warm. It takes a few seconds to process that this is because he's tangled up in Minseok, both of them naked from some pre-birthday fun the night before. "Is it my birthday?" he mumbles, getting a mouthful of Minseok's hair in the process.
Minseok chuckles into Lu Han's shoulder, equally sleepy. "No, mine."
"Then why did I get such a nice present?" Lu Han's arms settle loosely around Minseok, holding him close.
Minseok lifts his head to smile softly at Lu Han. "I don't know. I just like it when you're happy." It's so...honest—not that Minseok usually isn't, but he's more open like this, still fuzzy with sleep.
"I love you," Lu Han blurts out, which only begins to express all the feelings Minseok's words and presence give him.
Minseok smiles like he understands; he always does. 'Love you too," he murmurs before leaning in for the kind of slow, sleepy kiss Lu Han's always wanted.
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Breakfast
(Prompt #2, posted 9:52 a.m. PST (GMT-8)
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Lu Han knows he must look terrible because Minseok is being cute. Not his usual, unintentional cuteness, but deliberate aegyo cute. He knows Lu Han likes his aegyo, so he goes out of his way to do it when Lu Han's mood needs a lift. Usually it works, either the aegyo itself or the fact that Minseok's doing it for him cheering Lu Han up, but today Lu Han's just really worn out and it's hard to pull himself out of that, even for Minseok at his cutest.
Minseok doesn't push, doesn't ask what's wrong. He knows that Lu Han doesn't like being fussed over, and he knows that Lu Han knows he can talk to him, if he wants. Lu Han will want to, probably, later, but right now, he just wants to get through this and get to somewhere quiet where nobody's watching him, even if it's just for a little while.
He doesn't really get to rest until that night, alone in his hotel room with Minseok. Then, finally, Minseok asks, "Do you want to go right to sleep? You've been looking miserable all day."
Lu Han feels pretty miserable, but he doesn't want to sleep yet. It's not like him to be this down, and he wants to shake it off. "Not yet."
Minseok smiles, a normal smile that turns more cutesy. "So, Lu-ge, what do you want to do?" He even tilts his head cutely, and Lu Han can't help smiling. When he sees, Minseok grins, satisfied. "That's more like it." He wraps an arm around Lu Han, leaning into his side, and rubs his shoulder comfortingly. "You'll be okay," he says, light but sincere.
Lu Han puts his head down on Minseok's shoulder and closes his eyes, feeling inexplicably a lot better, and also very lucky.
Prompt #1, posted February 23, 10:14 PST (GMT-8)
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Not so much rules as guidelines
Welcome to the Xiuhan Daily Drabble Challenge! Here’s how it works: every day or so, a prompt will be posted. Over the next day or so, anyone who wants to writes a drabble inspired by that prompt and posts it. That’s it.
General Guidelines:
Length: There are no restrictions. You can write two sentences or you can write thousands of words.
Timing: This is intended as a daily thing, but if you take more than a day or are inspired to write an old prompt, no one will come yell at you. This is a very informal challenge and we want it to be fun.
Posting: You can post wherever you prefer (Tumblr, Twitter, LJ, AFF, etc.), but it’d be great if you can link back to the original post somehow so people can find their way here and join in.
Pairing: This is a Xiuhan drabble challenge, but OT3s (or more) are welcome if that’s your thing. Friendship fic is also totally okay.
Participation: This challenge is open to anyone. You can write every day if you want or just join in from time to time. There’s no pressure, and we welcome any and all writers.
In short: just have fun and write Xiuhan.
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Fairy Xiuhan Drabble 4
So a while ago I wrote some drabbles about fairy Xiuhan (one, two, three in chronological order) and I like this universe so I decided to write another. This takes place somewhere between drabbles 2 and 3, but you should probably read all of those first. (Maybe there will be more eventually. >.>)
PG-13, 560 words, no warnings
The first few days in the human world are the hardest. They're utterly lost in this world so different from the one they grew up in. They can understand the language and be understood by others, but there are so many words and concepts that are completely unfamiliar to them, like street and police officer and homeless shelter.
They're cold and hungry and scared and so out of place in this drab, unfriendly world. They can't even walk right, off-balance without their wings behind them. Neither of them says it, but Minseok doesn't doubt that they're both wondering if they made a mistake. It would have been terrible, being separated forever, but wouldn't it have been better than dying here, cut off from everything they've ever known?
They sit on a piece of wood (a bench, they'll later learn) in a small wooded area (a park), huddled together against the cold, soaked by the unrelenting rain that's been falling all day. Minseok starts to shiver, and Lu Han wraps himself around Minseok in a way he never could before, now that he has no wings to interfere. That's how the woman finds them as night starts to fall, asking them, "Would you like to come sleep some place warm and dry?"
Minseok doesn't understand what it means when the woman tells them that the large house she brings them to is a shelter for LGBT youth, but he and Lu Han nod and keep their mouths shut. They're given a place to wash (a shower, the woman calls it) and clothes that are nothing like their silks but are dry, at least. Lu Han stares at Minseok in his new clothes, and Minseok looks down, feeling self-conscious.
"You look so different," Lu Han says.
"Not my color?" Minseok asks, trying to joke because everything feels too heavy.
Lu Han smiles, probably the first real smile Minseok's seen from him since they came here. "Not the best, but you look good anyway." He darts a glance around before stepping close to kiss Minseok.
"We're not home anymore," Minseok reminds him, ignoring the pang of sadness he feels at those words. "You don't have to be so careful here."
Lu Han's smile this time is tinged with sadness, but it's still real. He kisses Minseok again, more lingering, arms wrapped around him, and Minseok lets his sadness melt away. This is why they're here, because neither of them was willing to let go of the other. Everything is new and different and frightening right now, but they'll get through it together.
"Hey, not in the bathroom!" a female voice barks, and they break apart, startled. "It's cool," the girl adds when she sees their scared expressions. "Make out all you want, just not here where you're in people's way."
Minseok has no idea what "make out" means, but if it's what he was doing with Lu Han, then he does want to do it a lot more. It's a shock to have someone see them like this and not care, but it's the first thing in this world that he actually likes.
"Come on." He takes Lu Han's hand to pull him somewhere private where they can "make out" without getting in anyone's way, and he thinks that maybe, with time, he'll find many things to like about this strange human world.
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