#kotlc teefe

[theogony]

just seal it with a kiss

a/n : the chapters are WRITTEN for a fucking change (sweats before looking at some other fics) but anyway!!! new longest kotlc fic. this was such a hard exercise between swinging between gravitas and stupidity but i think that is simply the duality of man!! also written for @keeper-big-bang-2024 i had so much fun (suffering) (joyful suffering) and shoutout to my AMAZING partners working with them was so fun i love you all sm @that-glasses-dog (specs i ADORE you but you know this already) who's work is here and @lmeiday (lucy it was the first time working tgt but i desperately hope this isn't the last you're so sweet ily <3) who's work is here <3 ok enough yap now for the first chapter~

Before he can spiral too hard, he glances up, squinting into the jagged rock pile a few metres away- And for the second time in two minutes, he has his breath taken away - this time by the most breathtaking man he's ever seen, muttering something from his horizontal position, pale skin flushed pink from the light chill, eyelids fluttering gently in the breeze.  Dimly, he realises something else- -that the man is completely fucking naked.

Or; Burned out artist Keefe Sencen runs away to a different beach, gets a husband, treats wounds, discovers mythical creatures are real and falls back in love with life. Not necessarily in that order.

As with all things that involve Keefe, it starts off pretty normally. Standing in the middle of an airport in god knows nowhere with a half empty suitcase, hair tousled by the breeze, getting yelled at by Sophie through his phone’s tinny speakers…

-What the fuck do you mean you just??? Upped?? And ran away?? With your paint brushes??? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK ANYTHING???-

-Or maybe not exactly normal. Such is the life of an underpaid artist, he supposes. 

It takes him a few more minutes, between precariously clamping down on his phone as he pulls out a large map, only to drop it back in after realising it’s been covered by nasty yellow paint that he’ll have to check on later, and then hobbling his way forward after he nearly runs a suitcase wheel over his toe. 

It’s only then he realises he’s made a grave mistake, given the phone has gone deathly quiet in anticipation of a response. 

Keefe holds his breath. Waits for the whirring of the AC to somehow get stronger. Counts to three-

-and successfully anticipate the almost inhumane shriek and litany of curses that next come from his phone. 

“Did you not even bother to fucking pay attention, you fucking-”

Before he can attract too many weird stares (or get deported before he even sets foot outside the airport), he hurriedly hits mute and grabs the handle of his suitcase, dragging it to the nearest pleater seat which has probably seen better days, from the way exposed foam lines the edges of the seats. 

A metaphor for humanity. Or a metaphor for something disused?, he muses, before sighing and answering the phone. 

“I’ll be fine, yes I know how to cook, I’m staying in one of Dad’s old flats that he’s probably forgotten about judging from the fact that it’s keys and deeds were left in a box in the attic, and even if I’ve forgotten something there’s a convenience store close enough where I can buy anything.” 

A beat of silence, before Sophie sighs, tired. Keefe rubs his eyes absent-mindedly, before drawing his hands through the sloppily bunched up hair. I’m tired too, he thinks, the stray thought dissolving as soon as it comes. It’s not a competition, he reminds himself. But even his argument sounds half-hearted. 

“It’s just.. It’s so sudden. Couldn’t you, schedule it? Maybe, plan something and not just… up your art studio one month before your second ever exhibition and leave?” 

"I didn't want to plan," Keefe admits blandly. He shrugs, despite knowing Sophie cannot see him. His gaze shifts beyond towards the window, where a suitcase has dropped from one of the small luggage cars.  "I need a break."

"I understand," Sophie offers gently. "And I want you to take a break, I just - you didn't give me- hell, you didn’t give Bi, or Fitz any notice?"

Keefe privately thinks someone should have spotted the warning signs, but he does not say so. Mostly because he didn't see them till his fingers ached when he picked up a brush, till the only thing he felt when looking at a canvas was horror-

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A sleepover at Sophie’s? I guess?

[theogony]

nocturne in silver and blue

a/n : written originally for the kotlc secret santa for @that-glasses-dog except i horribly procrastinated on it </3. anyway i hope you enjoy the fic regardless because it is a 6k worddump on love existing despite everything and involves some of the hardest writing i've ever had to do (which probably explains the tonal whiplash). also i have already said too much so i will let you read the rest of this fic now

“Yup,” he enunciates, popping the last syllable - not missing the sharp intake of breath from a person he knows all too well. “Neither of us have been found by our soulmates yet. Which makes me wonder - what about you, Tam? Is there any lucky girl or guy in your cards yet?” The boy in question goes rigid - unusually so, and the voice that next emerges is so painfully cold it feels downright wrong. “No, of course not. Did it seem like the opposite?” Keefe’s eyes narrow, his gaze analytical at the stiffness in his movements. A heartbeat passes between the both of them, and the steely grey of Tam’s irises gleam like a knife’s edge. Keefe wonders if it’d be like kissing steel - like pricking blood that beads up like dirtied snow. “You’re lying.” - Alternatively; In a world where you see in greyscale until you hear your soulmate laugh for the first time, Keefe laughs a lot - loud and bright. Tam...barely even smiles.

Contrary to popular belief, Keefe doesn’t quite hate Tam Song. 

Sure, there was that tiny blip between the two of them - that blip of time when they fought like cats and dogs, both too eager to prove themselves to a world that refused to accept them for what they were and moulded them into something jaded and angry. 

But Keefe has never hated Tam Song.

He's come close to starting right now, though. 

“Wait…you're telling me that Keefe Sencen can't carry a tune to save his life?”

Tam smiles mildly as he plays back the recording of an extremely familiar muffled voice in the showers. 

“Give me that!”

As Keefe launches himself onto Tam's prone body without much warning, the rest of them begin to hoot and cheer, the easy light of the campfire warming them as they all gorged on the leftover marshmallows from the council meeting/friend group meetup/sleepover made to remedy the fact that neither Tam or Linh had ever been to one. 

Before Keefe can properly grab a fistful of his bangs, a peal of laughter rings out from the corner like tinkling bells - and the rest of them quiet down, staring at Linh - who's currently trying to muffle the growing redness in her face into a stuffed pillow. 

“...what?”

Dex shrugs, before reaching out to grab another handful of chips, ignoring Sophie's loud exclamation. 

“Anyone seen any life-changing colours yet?”

The entire group blinks, and Linh momentarily stiffens, before relaxing after no one shifts forward - only to coil back when Keefe teasingly pokes her in her ribs. 

“No need to look so relieved there - I'm sure I would have made a beautiful soulmate.”

Linh shrugs, cheeks reddening even further as the rest of them fully face her now. Tam warily shifts closer, only halting after she places a gentle hand on his. 

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[theogony]

Co nho toi khong?

A/N : happy happy happy birthday ink!!! @perpetualhearts !! you are one of the best friends i have had the pleasure of meeting on this hell hole. i am way more sappy in my end notes so <3 i shall stop for now but!! have the bestest of days!! also. thank you for getting me out of this rut HELP you are amazing muse WHAT. oh and thank you sm @nobaracore for betaing i love you adi your comments made my day and yeah <233

Keefe grins beatifically at him, and despite the fact his teeth are crooked, he still looks angelic, and with the way he shakes his hair, preening, Tam’s suddenly aware of the fact that Keefe’s eyes are a brilliant blue that has an uncanny way of capturing one’s attention, despite blending in with his pale skin - though his defining features would no doubt be his lips, that are shimmer ever so slightly with the faint sheen of lipgloss.

“Good enough to accept defeat?” Keefe replies, though his smile is less sharp and more slanted into a grin of marigold yellow and something Linh would call a honeymoon bliss.

-

Or, there's a whole language unspoken in the way they say each other's names.

[Featuring terrible cooking and unhelpful siblings, original sonatas, a history of pining, and maybe an audience comprising of... almost the entire music industry.]

니가 부르는 나의 이름이 듣고 싶어 너의 그 목소리

The sound of you calling my name,

I want to hear it, your voice

壹.

There’s light spooling out of the window the first time he hears the name Keefe Sencen in what feels like an eternity.

There’s a poetic metaphor hidden somewhere, in the way his hair falls loosely over his shoulders, still as messy as the photo he remembers in a distant memory of childhood, rose tinted memories of a boy with a crossed tongue and a too bright laugh and too bright smile.

Though the fact that he somehow knows Keefe doesn’t make the fact that pairing up with the boy who somehow single handedly managed to become his rival in the music industry and who he’s pretty sure absolutely hates him any easier - simply because “”the people voted for it.””

Tam is pretty sure that he's never thought like this. Nor does he want to contemplate the reality that people think like this. These terrible, terrible words are just going to leave his mouth because of — the consequence of the thoughtless music fans, and him and Keefe's apparent music.

He doesn't bother to return the bright smile being thrown by Keefe in his direction that’s tinged with curiosity and…. apprehension, instead focusing his attention on the offending paper in front of him. Which he must read out on camera. On camera .

Linh is going to see this. Biana is going to see this. Linh is going to find this and record this for posterity and show this to Biana and Marella and anyone else she can get her hands on.

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[theogony]

The Last Dance

I promised a Kam wedding, and I’m finally here to deliver!!

Last piece till October 15 - treat yo’ writers better. PLEASE.

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"Are you getting sentimental on me, Song?"

Keefe Sencen- well, Song's lanky figure snaked around his fiancé as he hummed in approval.

"It wouldn't have been much of a wedding if there weren't tears, right?"

Keefe smiled as he kissed his boyfriend's nose which was red and splotchy from tears.

"Come on, dance with me."

Keefe pulled him to the middle of the wide altar as Tam self consciously pulled back, before changing his mind and following his husband's lead, putting his hands on his shoulders as a soft smile dusted his face, growing larger as they slowly began to sway to an unseen rhythm of their wedding march.

"Do you remember how I pulled you right off the altar, barely letting the priest finish the vows before we danced?"

Keefe's eyes softened, the ice blue eyes wistfully delving deep into the memory of that day, where he stood, awfully nervous at the altar, pulling on his black tie on an unknown place in the forbidden cities, where finally, after a lot of searching they had found the LGBT friendly church of their dreams.

Red and blue angels decorated the shining halo in the grand glass in the center with colours from all shades in the rainbow from the sun streaming in, decorating the wooden pews with soft shades of red and purple, embracing the fact that yes, they were part of the spectrum.

Tam's eyes flitted around the whole length of the room, flicking to the empty table where once a white, albeit a little unprofessionally made cake stood in the corner, the icing flowers painstakingly having been done by Biana and Sophie together and to the now empty aisle, which that day had been decked out in a greyscale, garnished with blue roses thrown on the ground by Princess Purry Fins (albeit with the help of an overly enthusiastic Linh).

Tam, although having no other option - he was simply too thin wore a beautiful silk lace ball gown, his femininity and softness showing, his feelings and and happiness that radiated of him, the gloomy nature gone to the extent where even the darkest corners of the room, the place where he once used to sulk in, afraid and confused at the young flurry of butterflies that appeared every time he saw a boy seemed to sparkle with his rebellious streak and innate passion.

And as they reached the crescendo of the song, each twirling in complete unison and alike in thought, they remembered the beautiful rainbow bouquet which Tam held, blushing and softly as Keefe gaped, utterly and utterly speechless for one of the first times in his life as they recited their vows, hand in and, eyes boring into the cores of their souls, stars from the sun reflecting in the quiet of his eyes as Keefe looked at his to be husband and Tam looked at the stark nakedness and the novelty nature that had taken his breath away from day one.

And Tam dipped him low, now inches away from Keefe's crimson face as he came back to reality with a shock, filled with the urge to kiss Tam more than ever as he faced Keefe with a smirk.

"Now who's getting sentimental?"

"I-"

Tam pulled Keefe up with a breathless laugh that intoxicated him, making him giddy and smiling, the love from both of them evident on the blooming flowers on their cheeks, the spots of light that reflected of in hearts like glass shards, their slender hands which had battled and borne a lifetime of stigma just to reach other in the end, now perpetually intwined, almost afraid to let go of their lifelines.

And all at once, the composition they had set up, the twirls of their personality bursting through into the most vibrant picture of the unification of two beautiful souls, and with every pirouette around each other, the fates twisting and tying them together as they spun, flowing through them and between them, creating a bond stronger than the walls of the controversy created by the elven world.

And as Keefe left the church, light leaping back to the small house in Choralmere where they knew Linh would be patiently waiting for them alongside Marella to celebrate their anniversary with the rest of their friends, he couldn't help but press a feather like kiss to Tam's lips.

Their last dance had finally come to a close.

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