#rkau

[rkkangjoon]

.on the railway to busan | au

@rksoohyun | Train to Busan AU

[Trigger warning: Violence, blood, rotting body, zombies, slight mentions of cannibalism]

Kang Joon had no idea what was happening around him, when he lost his buddies from the club in a mass of people rushing into the train station. He had no idea what was the thing that made people scream in fear, but whatever it was, he had his baseball bat and his flying kicks. Until he would find his friends, he supposed he had to be without company for a while. Since they were on their way to Busan for a baseball game, he supposed he might as well look for his buddies in the trains to Busan. They would somehow found their way, he was pretty sure of it.

Waiting behind a corner, in order to let everyone pass, he peeked out for a moment just to find a completely empty train station hall. What was going on? When he stepped forward, the male scanned the environment with his amber coloured eyes as every human being had vanished from his sight. Carefully he walked forward, every muscled tensed up, as he felt like there could be something jumping out any second. Passing by several shops and tourist information centers, the temperature dropped immensely.

Kang Joon heard a cracking and when he turned around slowly, he noticed a man bending over another male laying on the ground, motionless. He inched closer to get a better look, when a disgusting stench hit his nose. Kang Joon covered his mouth and nose with his free hand, trying to breath in as less as possible. "Dude, what are you doing? Are you eating him?" He asked with a shaking disgusted voice, when the kneeling man throw his head around to stare him down with bloodshot eyes. With a screeching sound, he jumped at Kang Joon and flinged open his jaws. That thing was clearly no human anymore, smeared in blood and grime, open wounds and broken limbs. He barely blocked the monster's fangs with his baseball bat, when he was wrestled to the ground. "Shit, are you strong..." He uttered, clenching his teeth, before giving him a hard kick into the stomache. When his foot was stuck in the other's flesh, he pushed the bat forward with all his might, to smash the other's neck. "Zombies only die when you burn them or smash their heads." He mumbled to himself, thinking about every single zombie movie he had watched before, as he was shaking the flesh of his foot and bat.

[rkkangjoon]

.monster  |  haikyuu au

@dahyexrk

she wasn't really his ideal type, as he was into real beauties, but she was petite and cute like a small animal, which let the urge to tease rise inside of him. this wasn't really the kind of environment to hook up, which was more of a reason to mess with her. he was confident of himself, had the looks and the skills to be recognized and people stared at him whenever he passed by. he didn't paid attention to them, they weren't people who were worth his time and attention. moving like a panther pass other players who he ignored balantly, he walked towards the blonde girl, a smirk on his lips. as he stood in front of his target, he bended forward a little and gave her a faked smile. "did you lost your team, oujo-chan?"

whenever he felt bored, right before a game that he would impossibly lose, he walked around and bothered both guys and gals, using his charms and confidence. it was fun to play with other's feelings and minds, provoking was art. "shall i accompany you for the time being?" he said in a low tone, as he inched closer. atsumu felt like a fox playing with a mouse, when he looked down on her blonde head which was cutely tied at the side. now that he had gotten a closer look, the female manager seemed more attractive than he thought at the first glance. which team was she supporting?

what a adorable shivering girl, he thought, when he put one hand kabedon-like against the wall to keep her from running away. he could barely imagine she hadn't been bothered before, especially now that he had seen her reaction. just a little longer. just a little longer fun for the monster.

[rkkangjoon]

.colourful strings | soulmate au

@rkseokwoo

everyday felt like a chilly winter day, dark and gloomy. kang joon breathed in the cold air, as he gazed over the scarf wraped around his neck. the people around him appeared in black and white manner, blurred faces, simple passerbys as he crossed the road. he was just a dot among a mass, someone who was nothing but a man in chase after the purpose to keep him alive. but how high was the chance to meet that one person who he would bring significance to in 7 billions of people? 

the male kept on walking, towards the redlights, the endless stream of people moved by like a never ending movie. he was tired, tired of the grey colours, of the cold, of the lost ways he kept on taking. emptiness had been always part of his life, since the day he had begun to think. a companion he gladly wanted to leave behind. there had to be much more than what he had seen so far, overflowing emotions and thoughts. what did spring felt like?

kang joon wraped his coat tighter around his body, when he blinked his eyes for a moment. as he opened them, he halted, blinded by brightness and a flood of colours he had never met before. confused, he turned around, people had kept going, continuing in their seemingly aimless walk. his eyes hurt from the strong input he received, but it didn’t mattered to him at all. the only thing he wanted to know about in this very second was who his other half was.

[rkgray]

//duplicator  |  BNHA AU Solo

He wasn’t one of the flashy ones, whose Quirks literally screamed “Hero”, and honestly, he had never imagined himself as one of the top heroes like Allmight and Endeavour. Whenever their name fell, children’s eyes started to shine and the villain’s world was shaken with fear. He would never be one of them and Seunghwa was fine with it. As a Duplicator he long had decided to stay behind the heroes, supporting them from the background as police officer. In a world of hero society, the police’s tasks didn’t seem as significant, and yet, this was were the male thought his boring Quirk would fit best in.

So he had dedicated his years to develop his combat skills, trying to pull the best out of his copies instead of dreaming of the UA. Usually he created up to six perfect duplicates of himself that were fast and agile and yet powerful and strong. Criminals and less powerful and dangerous villains wouldn’t be able to stand tall against the group of his Lolols, that was at least how Seunghwa had called them from the beginning on. His Quirk wasn’t as unique as the students from Class A he had seen during the festival, but he would give his all and dedicate himself to society, just as they would in near future, and prove his usefulness. 

Not everyone was born to be extraordinary, but everyone was born with worth and the purpose to never give up no matter how far they were swinging off the right path.

[kibumrk]

i feel like that’s on me ;

@rkleedongminie // avengers au - dongmin is peter parker, kibum is tony stark captain america: civil war and spiderman: homecoming spoilers under the cut!

he never should have involved a kid. 

barely sixteen years old, swinging around the city with webs made in chemistry class wearing a red hoodie with makeshift eye holes and covers, and kibum gave him a fully equipped suit and let him run in the big leagues so maybe he could have a chance to solve the whole cap issue. 

which, speaking of, he’s still not over, but he’s an expert at bottling things up, so every time the thought of a cold bunker, a shield pushed into his chest in what feels too much like a final blow comes through his mind, he’s able to block it out, lock it away. just like he’s always done. and if all thoughts of his former best friend have to be locked away too, then so be it.

but he excuses himself for bringing the kid into this. he was going to keep swinging around stopping crime no matter what, right? kibum figures that he should take the logic of a cool parent, one of the ones who lets teenagers drink at family functions: as long as it’s controlled and supervised, it shouldn’t be too bad. that’s better than the alternative. 

but somehow, because the universe apparently hates him, the alternative happened anyway. dongmin threatened dozens of lives today with his own inexperience, after apparently hacking past the software kibum put in place to protect him. 

( kibum has to admit, though, it is what he would have done. but that only makes him hate it more. )

kibum touches down in front of the kid where he left him waiting as he cleaned up the mess -- all the while with thoughts running on a loop through his head. what was he thinking, doing this alone? what was i thinking, giving him the means? what the hell am i supposed to do now that i’ve got this kid under my wing, now that i’m responsible for him? what if he had died today?

the last thought plants itself at the front of kibum’s mind, and it’s what circles over and over through his head as he glares through his mask at the kid, this high schooler who thinks that because he held cap’s shield, because he’s been given a suit from kibum, he’s an adult, that he’s ready for everything that comes along with saving lives, with potentially dooming them. 

“what the hell were you thinking?” he demands, anger lacing every syllable. “what happened to staying on the ground, to being a friendly neighborhood spiderman?”

[rkgray]

//thirsting for you | vampire knight au

[trigger warning: self-hatred, blood]

@rkxjiyoon

he hated himself. he was one of those monsters who had killed his parents. the thirst was burning inside of him, choked him, made him shiver. it was uncontrollable, the desire to bare his fangs and let them sink into young and fresh flesh. the nights he had to fight against the monster within were increasing, soon it would take over himself. and when the time had come, there was only one person he wanted to end it. jiyoon, the girl who had been the light to him all the time, even when she didn’t knew. 

having her by his side, was what had kept him moving on, despite him facing those beasts everday. he neither belong to them, nor to regular humans, and still being with jiyoon just meant the world to him. seonghwa buried his face in his hands, the moonlight was awefully bright, and it felt like the monster inside was about to break out. pills were laying scattered next to him, no matter how many of them he took they weren’t enough anymore. soon, things would end soon. 

when he wasn’t able to handle the pain and the thirst, that had mixed together to a wave which overthrew him easily, he looked up, eyes bloody red, a dangerous aura resolving around him. with a hearty bite, his fangs sunk into his own arm, warm blood gushing out. he was half human after all. the male stared at the gaping wound, as he realized what he had done and what triggered a endless cascade of unbearable thoughts. more... more.. more. MORE!

[rkkangjoon]

.radioactive  |  postapocalypse au

@yuriirk

earth was bitter cold, covered in piles of dirt and metal skeletons. this was the city of ruins, slumbering underneath a veil of thick smog. during the nuclear war, most humans had vanished from the world, leaving behind a sunken civilazation. only those who had risen from what could be called an ordinary human being were able to miraculously survive the storm of radiation. kang joon was one of them, a man who was able to set his right hand on fire, while the left exstinguished the flames.

with ease he climbed down a hole of wreckages, landing on his feet, before rising his body up, creating flames in his right hand to lighten the corridor that led deeper into the building. at the end of the labyrinth like structure was their secret base, isolated from the radioactive world outside. "i'm back, noona." he said with a grin on his lips, before setting down the canned food. approaching the female, he gave her a warm back hug, before gently stroking over her cheek. these past years had been tough, but having her at his side was everything he needed. in a world were old values had been long forgotten, the remaining humanity had founded a new religion in order to keep the last ounce of sanity safe. only a few had turned their back on this sect, had decided to survive on their own, on a planet that was dead from the inside.

"sorry, i couldn't find more..." the last remains of the old world were slowly running out, and still hope was growing inside of him, just like the little sprouts that returned to earth's surface. mother nature was returning, and with it the warmth.

[rkkangjoon]

.serving you  |  dark ages au

@jaehwanrk

two steps behind him, this was were kang joon belong. his gaze following the shape of his neck, he marched behind his highness who was illuminated by the moonlight, as he walked through the corridors in a graceful manner. the knight silently tagged along, as it was his duty to protect the prince from all harms. his silver armour shone brightly, every step made was accompanied by a dull sound and the black cape flowed in a light breeze. prince jaehwan was on his way to the royal chambers, to rest after the feast his father, the king had prepared just for him. with longing kang joon stared at the white skin that flashed up in between the royal gowns, soon this beautiful body would belong to someone else.

underneath his helmet the knight grinded his teeth, they were worlds apart, close and yet so far. all this years he had been at the prince's side, from the time of his first steps on, until now, fueling their bond with emotions and feelings which he vowed to never release, but they were about to spill, overflow within him, drown him. he stopped in his march, watching the distance between them grow. a smile appeared behind the steel armor and kang joon rised his voice. "my prince... i will retire after you find a bride." from the depths of his heart, he wished him happiness, a kind and warm queen who deserved to be at his side, and children to bless his luck.

his gloved hands grabbed at the side of his helmet, pulling it off his head, and finally facing the royal man after years behind the partition. the moonlight gently embraced his face, brightened up his amber coloured eyes. he was a knight, jaehwan a prince, and the two of them were both men. those kind of feelings towards royalty were forbidden, and without doubt he would beheaded if the king ever heard of this scandal. he closed his eyes, and bowed down, getting on one knee, his right hand wandering to his chest. "it was a honor to serve you, my prince." he said calmly, waiting for the prince to signal him to rise again.