Works and Inspiration

There is no end to its capabilities. It can soften a stone heart and draw it red and beating from its cavity and crush it in the soil.

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Like A Solarflare Around Your Neck

Title: Like A Solarflare Around Your Neck Pairing: Doyoung/Jaehyun Rating: M Summary: Jaehyun had given a lot of thought to what he would do if he was ever allowed to leave the palace, but stealing a spaceship and running away from a violent mob was never something he imagined would happen. And the adventure he then sets out on has the potential to upset the fragile order of the entire Keratas System, be it for good or bad. A/N: Ongoing.

AO3

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One for All (And All for One)

Title: One for All (And All for One) Pairing: Doyoung/Ten Rating: NC-17 Summary: Doyoung only wanted someone properly qualified to do a quick overhaul of his ship, it's his fault for not remembering that Ten wouldn't accept Credits in return.

AO3

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Rhopalocera

Title: Rhopalocera Pairing: Doyoung/Jaehyun Rating: NC-17 Summary: All Doyoung knows is drinks and one-night-stands, but he wants to take Jaehyun to every one of his favourite places in the galaxy and also, he hopes Jaehyun never leaves his bed.

AO3

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(I’ll give you) All of Me

Title: (I’ll give you) All of Me Pairing: Jaehyun/Hansol Rating: NC-17 Summary: Jaehyun feels unworthy of Hansol's attention since the elder is much more experienced and thoughtful. Sometimes Jaehyun wonders if he can offer Hansol anything at all.

AO3

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Two Birds, One Stone

Title: Two Birds, One Stone Pairing: Jaehyun/Doyoung Rating: NC-17 Summary: Doyoung is in a frustrated mood and unable to finish his assignment and Jaehyun might be straight, but he is also curious. And as it turns out, more than happy to help.

AO3

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Monodrama

Title: Monodrama Pairing: FanXing Rating: R/NC-17 Length: 33.5K Summary: Yixing spends his days pretending that he doesn't live in the past, pretending that he is a functioning human being and not an empty shell of one. All it takes is one date on a cold December night to shift him out of balance and tear down the carefully constructed walls around him, but whether that's for good or bad, Yixing can't say.

LJ

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Ravenclaw: “You write until the rust comes out of the faucet, and it’s clear water, and then you write down the clear water.” –Lin-Manuel Miranda

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Maybe I’m a crook (for stealing your heart away)

Title: Maybe I’m a crook (for stealing your heart away) Pairing: Yusol Fandom: SM Rookies Rating: M Summary: So he drowns himself in Yuta’s body and evades talking about things that could dim Yuta’s smile, and while it might not be a healthy way of maintaining a relationship, they’re still working on that.

AO3

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No doubt in my mind (where you belong)

Title: No doubt in my mind (where you belong) Pairing: Yusol Fandom: SMRookies Rating: PG-13 A/N: New chapter added

AO3

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No doubt in my mind (where you belong)

Title: No doubt in my mind (where you belong) Pairing: Yusol Fandom: SMRookies Rating: PG-13

LJ, AO3

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Sprites mate for life, faeries do not. Doesn’t mean Jihoon is ever going to find someone else.

AFF, AO3, LJ

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Woogyeol drabble

It’s nice when Min Soo indulges him like this. When he lets him cuddle up to his side and under his arm and even lets him play with their fingers, entwining them and stretching them out alongside each other. It’s different from when there is a camera and it’s all for fan service and while that’s nice too these quiet, private moments are far better. Even if it breaks his heart just a little every time when they pass, and by now he reckons his heart must look somewhat like a mosaic with cracks all over the surface. He comforts himself with the simple fact that he’s lucky to have Min Soo at all, even if it’s not in the way he wished for. When he came out to him a couple months ago he knew there was a fifty-fifty chance that things wouldn’t turn out as good as they did. Min Soo could have grown cold, could have shunned him, used it to ridicule him, outed him to more people than he was comfortable with, but he didn’t. He had hugged him and thanked him for trusting him. Thanked him. Never once had he imagined anyone would thank him for being gay and open about it.

Right now, wrapped in Min Soo’s arms as they fight over the remote control to the television set, blood rushing through his veins as they laugh breathlessly and Min Soo’s fingers dig into his sides to distract him, he remembers how flushed his face felt minutes after that moment. When embarrassment filled him as he stumbled over his words and wrung his fingers together and studied Min Soo’s shoes. Remembers the quiet after he told Min Soo that he had feelings for him. Real feelings of the kind you’re not supposed to have for your guy friend. He remembers the awkward cough Min Soo made and how he cleared his throat several times before falling silent again. “Woo Seok-ah” was all he had said. He didn’t really need to say anything more. He had always known nothing was ever going to come from his feelings for Min Soo, but he still felt better for having voiced them. Min Soo was neither gay nor foolishly in love with his bandmate, but sometimes it was difficult to remember that. Like that one time they fell asleep together on the sofa and got teased for it for weeks on end, or that ridiculous paper kiss game when Min Soo pulled him so close and it really felt like they were kissing if not for that stupid slip of paper in the way. Sometimes he would indulge himself a little and pretend like those moments meant something to Min Soo, and by now he was certain the other boy noticed when he did. There were moments when Min Soo would pull away from him, just a little, a small instinctual jerk away from him when he came too close and it was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head. But whether he enjoyed it or simply endured it, Min Soo still smiled at him once they settled on a drama and ruffled his hair and tightened his arm around his waist and if this was all he was ever going to get, then he would enjoy it while it lasted.

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Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.

Natalie Goldberg (via wordsnquotes)

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The New Year

Jihoon and Seungcheol find the best possible way to begin the new year.

AFF, AO3

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Ordinary Wizarding Level

Potions class is Seungcheol’s absolute favourite subject. Even above getting his hands dirty in Herbology with his Head of House, and learning useful and imaginative spells in Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, and the mystique of Defence against the Dark Arts, the precision and suspense that comes with brewing a perfect draught of Living Dead, or a tantalizing love potion is far more exciting to him. Sure, Professor Snape can be a difficult person to deal with, with his snark and his constant condescending comments, but he is like that with every Hufflepuff so to Seungcheol it is just another daily thing he has to overcome. Anyway, it’s not like Professor Snape is unable to recognise a good student when he has one.

Potions had always been his favourite subject, ever since he was little and playing around with his mini potions set (safe for little sorcerers), but his friend and fellow Hufflepuff Joshua would say he gained a sudden interest about six months ago, in the middle of September when Ravenclaw Jihoon came poking and prodding him to tutor him for his OWL’s. As Joshua told him, he had always been good at making potions, but he never was one for the theoretical part of it. Seungcheol could tell you step by step how to make an Anti-Paralysis potion, but ask him the use and effects of Dittany and he would have to look it up, it's somewhat of a miracle that he passed the written exam on his own OWL's. Jihoon was a little bit fickler with details and on their first tutoring session he heaved probably more books on the table than Seungcheol had opened in his life. His first instinct was to tell Jihoon he would be better suited with a different tutor, but now six moths later he is damn glad he kept his mouth shut.

Jihoon is always first to arrive at the library for their sessions (Monday: an hour before dinner, Wednesday: two hours after dinner, Friday: Lunch), and Seungcheol is left to search the big room for the small, dark-haired boy. Today he is at the very back, one row in front of the Restricted Section, at a small table underneath a stained glass window and the sun is shining down on him and colouring him blue and pink and green and orange. Seungcheol takes a moment to look at him, a soft smile on his face that widens when he hears Jihoon is singing to himself. Jihoon finally looks up and startles a little when he sees him standing there, then he smiles back at him and waves him over.

“What are you standing there for, we only have thirty minutes. No time to waste.” While Jihoon is talking, Seungcheol makes his way over and drops his book bag to the floor and takes a seat in the chair beside the younger boy. Jihoon scoots his chair closer and leans into Seungcheol’s shoulder and he drops a kiss on his cheek when he has finished his sentence. Seungcheol glances down at the books on the table and sees that Jihoon is writing an essay for Transfiguration, no book on Potions in sight and then he smiles into a chaste kiss to Jihoon’s lips.

“We could have met up somewhere other than the library, if you weren’t planning on studying,” he teases and pulls Jihoon into a firmer kiss to smother their giggles.

“I actually have some questions for the practical exam, maybe you have a couple tips,” Jihoon pulls back and picks up a quill and readies a new roll of parchment and Seungcheol is left dumbfounded for a second at the quick change of subject. “Would it be best to prepare all the ingredients before I begin, or while the potion is brewing? I have a feeling they’re gonna assign the Draught of Peace at the examination and I made that quite well, but it stressed me out a little at the time and I just thought maybe I should have …“, Seungcheol cuts him off with a deep kiss and a playful bite to his lower lip before Jihoon could go into a full blown rant on how he could possibly do better than he already did.

“You should always prepare the ingredients while the potion is brewing, you don’t want to shake the powdered porcupine quills at the beginning and then fail because they had settled again by the time you were going to use them.”

Jihoon is one of the most composed people Seungcheol knows, but the stress of his OWL classes and the exams coming up in just a little over two months is finally starting to get to him too. And just a nice make-out session in a hidden corner of the library isn’t going to begin to cure that.

“How about this, we go to the Great Hall now and have lunch, and then later tonight we’ll get ourselves a nice room up on the seventh floor, right next to Barnabas, and not think of anything school related for the entire weekend, okay?” Seungcheol can see the panic building in Jihoon’s eyes and cups his round cheeks in his palms, “you need a break Jihoon, it’s getting to be too much even for you.” Jihoon is obviously stuck between accepting the offer and drowning himself in even more books to make up for the time he has spent considering it, and so Seungcheol kisses him again and runs a hand through his soft hair to settle at the back of his neck. Then he lets it glide slowly down Jihoon’s spine as he kisses him once more, deeper and longer and full of intent. “I’ll make it worth your while” he whispers against Jihoon’s lips and when he pulls back to look at him, Jihoon finally agrees.

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First

It is not often that Jihoon is angry with him. He has snapped at him several times yes, but Jihoon snaps at everyone when he’s stressed and that is something they have all learnt to deal with. He snaps at Seungcheol a little more than the rest of them, but that is only because he always takes on the responsibility of making sure Jihoon eats and sleeps enough and doesn’t exhaust himself, but he doesn’t get angry. This time though, Seungcheol had needled him and not given in when Jihoon told him just another hour. Jihoon doesn’t like being told to do things, he prefers it when he can work in his own tempo and under his own rules, even if that means not eating for hours and staying up night after night. He doesn’t lash out, Jihoon isn’t violent, but his words can definitely sting and his look is genuinely scary, but that is only when he isn’t running off of ten minutes of sleep and a strawberry yoghurt in his system. His anger is there, but it is weak and his sharp tongue is lead in his mouth and the most he can come up with is a simple, yet still fierce “fuck you”.

Seungcheol chews on it a bit, he doesn’t know what he should say to Jihoon right now, it’s always difficult to find the right words when the younger boy is so obviously exhausted and looking for a little bit of comfort, but too prideful to accept it if given. His mind is unable to settle on a response and in his confusion his mouth trips out a stupid joke that stops his heartbeat for several seconds. “What makes you think you’d top?”

It alludes to something that Seungcheol has thought about one or two times, but that they never talk about amongst any of the guys. Not even in jest, so he doesn’t understand why it came out in this situation. Jihoon isn’t laughing, only looking at him and his expression hasn’t changed at all, but his fists have loosened and Seungcheol is readying himself to tell him it was a stupid joke, he didn’t know why he said it, when Jihoon is stepping closer and sliding hands to the back of his neck and pulling him down. Seungcheol has never kissed a guy before, he has thought about it, in the context of would it be different from kissing a girl? and he realises that it really isn’t. At least not with Jihoon who is smooth-cheeked and soft and tentative and it actually feels a little good. Seungcheol kisses back after that realisation, cups Jihoon’s hips in his palms and tilts his head properly and their mouths fit together perfectly. Jihoon is hesitant, inexperienced, by Seungcheol’s knowledge he has never had a girlfriend, but he learns quickly and when Seungcheol opens his mouth Jihoon’s tongue curls around his.

They stand there like that for minutes, making out and swapping spit between increasingly eager mouths, until Jihoon pulls him backwards and Seungcheol follows. They are in the recording room and Jihoon is headed towards the couch along the wall. When he lays down he lifts one leg up against the backrest of the couch and pulls Seungcheol down between his thighs. A metallic container is pressed into Seungcheol’s hands and Jihoon tangles his fingers in his dark hair and wraps his legs around Seungcheol’s waist. They are still kissing and Seungcheol can’t see what’s in his hand, but he recognises the shape and feel of Jihoon’s vaseline lip balm. He knows where this is going and he is a little surprised he’s not more nervous about that, or that he doesn’t feel the slightest bit hesitant in actually doing it, but if it can take a little of the stress off of Jihoon’s shoulders he’ll gladly do it over and over.

After the deed is done and they are sprawled out on the floor because the couch was too small for both of them, Seungcheol definitely knows he’ll do this whenever Jihoon needs him to, and then some.