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summary: in which taekwoon is a bartender, sanghyuk and hongbin are entranced, and the three of them find that desire, unfettered by the awkwardness of expectations, is the purest kind.
notes: bartender!au, very very loosely based on something that happened to me (I mean, I didnât have a threesome with a bartender, but I did befriend one and get shitloads of free drinks). happy new year! â also on ao3
Sanghyuk canât quite remember whose idea it was to go out for the second night in a row, but since heâs eight drinks in and barely has any awareness of pressing concernsâlike how they were meant to be going out tomorrow, too, and how his liver might not survive this bender that Hongbin insists on embarking onâhe doesnât quite care much, either. Theyâve bounced around the district and somehow ended up at the last club they were at last night; Hongbin says the music is good, and Sanghyuk disagrees but doesnât care enough to protest.
They dance together and apart, undressing each other with their eyes from across the dancefloor, Sanghyuk making sure to lick and bite his lips because he knows Hongbin loves the way his mouth looks. Hongbin dances with a girl in retaliation, laughing into the skin of her neck when he sees Sanghyuk glaring. Itâs fun, as itâs always been; he has a buzz running through his veins that has less to do with the vodka and more to do with the way Hongbin looks at him, his eyes speaking volumes more than his voice ever could.
âDrink?â Sanghyuk yells in his ear at about half two, knowing heâs probably had enough but not caring.
Hongbin nods at him so he makes his way to the bar. Thereâs the same people working tonight that were there last night: a tiny girl with a million piercings in her ears, grinning and laughing with her tattooed coworker who isnât much taller than she is, a teardrop of ink on his cheek. In comparison, the tall, lanky bartender with his hair falling in his face and pouty lips looks straightlaced, especially as heâs wearing a suitâalbeit with the tie loosened considerablyâand has resting bitch face the likes of which Sanghyuk has never seen before. He looks up when Sanghyuk waves at him and makes his way over, leaning over the bar to hear the drinks order that Sanghyuk yells in his ear. Heâs even more beautiful up close, his almost feline-like features underscored by the flashing lights; Sanghyuk feels his heart start racing and realises that between this boy and Hongbin he most certainly does have a type. Even though they donât look alike theyâre both angular and lanky and thin and pretty, and he stares at the bartenderâs lips as he mixes the drinks.
âYour friend?â he asks as he hands Sanghyuk the drinks, nodding over his shoulder at Hongbin.
Sanghyuk turns to see Hongbin dancing with someone elseâa guy this time. He looks up and catches Sanghyukâs eyes, winks, and Sanghyuk sticks out his tongue. Hongbin is a shameless flirt, but itâs harmless; ever since theyâd fallen into bed with each other two years ago in university, neither of them have slept with anyone else. Itâs fun to watch, actually.
âYou could say that,â he replies, smiling to himself as he turns back to grab the drinks.
The bartender, who clearly doesnât miss a thing, looks between Sanghyuk and Hongbin with an arched brow. âAh,â he says, and hands Sanghyuk back his card. âI see.â
Itâs the most emotion heâs showed all eveningâand Sanghyukâs been watching, simply because he finds it interesting to people watch, even as drunk as he isâeven if Sanghyuk canât tell what emotion it is, so he simply nods and heads back to Hongbin, pressing the glass into his hand and leaning in to kiss him in full view of everyone. âMine,â he mutters possessively against his lips, and smirks when Hongbin sighs into him.
*
This time they go to the bar together. Sanghyuk stands there for a solid five minutes trying to wave someone downâthe girl has gone, disappeared upstairs to the private party, and the tattooed one is chatting to someone, and the tall one is pouring drinksâbefore tall and lanky makes his way over to them, three shots of tequila in his hands, complete with slice of lemon and salt-rimmed glasses. He puts them down on the bar in front of them and flicks his hair out of his eyes nonchalantly. Itâs an invitation, and itâs one Sanghyuk cannot refuse.
âWhat is he doing?â Hongbin murmurs, leaning into him.
Shrugging, Sanghyuk hands him his shot. âI think he likes us. Kinda hard to tell, though.â
He sees the moment Hongbin turns his critical eye on tall and lanky, looking him up and down. He also sees, however briefly, the flicker of interest in his eyesâhe knows to recognise it because Hongbinâs been staring at him that way for so longâbefore he raises the shot, an acceptance, and they all clink glasses. âIâm Hongbin, and this is Sanghyuk,â he says, and then tosses his shot back.
The tequila burns like hell going down and Sanghyuk screws up his face before remembering these are free and he shouldnât appear ungrateful, so he sticks the lemon slice in his mouth instead. âIâm Taekwoon,â the bartender replies, and smiles around his lemon.
His face is transformed so much when he smiles that for a moment Sanghyuk actually has to grab onto the barâhe nearly swoons, and god, heâs being ridiculous. Hongbin doesnât miss it, either, and elbows him sharply in the side as he learns over to yell his drinks order in Taekwoonâs ear. âCan I get two midori sours?â
The moment Taekwoon turns away to reach for the bottle of midori, Hongbin turns to him with accusing eyes and sneaks an arm around his waist, pulling him close. He doesnât look angry, though. He looks thoughtful. âYou like him,â he says, and itâs not a question.
âI just think heâs pretty.â Sanghyuk slides his hand down to settle on Hongbinâs ass, feels Hongbinâs hand tighten on his waist, and longing slides neatly into his chest, sharp and hot. âNot as pretty as you, but pretty nonetheless.â
Heâs shocked to see his own desire mirrored in Hongbinâs eyesâover a few glances across a bar and free tequila shotsâand even more shocked to realise heâs getting hard. All of a sudden he realises what a dangerous situation theyâre in. Hongbin likes to flirt, and Sanghyuk likes to watch, and now that thereâs a real, human focus of all that heated wanting he knows things could escalate very, very quickly if heâs not careful. When Taekwoon returns with the drinks and hands them over, his fingers lingering on theirs for longer than strictly necessary, Sanghyuk looks at him and deliberately doesnât allow himself to think anything lewd. He tries to hand over his card to pay, but Taekwoon waves him away with a smile, and, even if nothing happens, Sanghyuk knows theyâve found their new favourite club.
*
Taekwoon keeps them imbibed with free drinks whenever they want them, even handing over bottles of water when Hongbin makes dramatic gestures indicating heâs about to die of thirst, and every time they do shots he has one too. By five the club is nearly emptyâhe and Hongbin are the only two left on the dancefloor, off in their own worlds and not caring that the other patrons are just sitting on the sidelines watching themâand the staff start to scatter. Tattooed girl comes up to them and asks for a light, and Hongbin digs his zippo out of his pocket and lights her cigarette for her, laughing as she joins them in dancing. Sheâs great fun and they laugh at nothing together; Sanghyuk is so drunk that everyone and anyone is his new best friend, and at one point she wraps both arms around their waists and squeezes them into a hug before wandering off.
âI think the DJ has given up,â Hongbin points out sometime later, and Sanghyuk turns to watch as he plugs in his macbook.
âClicking through his itunes library,â Sanghyuk replies with a snigger. âTo be fair, there arenât many of us left.â
As if on cue, Taekwoon slides across the floor towards them, a small smile playing on his lips. Heâs an interesting dancer; itâs almost like he doesnât know what to do with his arms or legs because theyâre so long. Itâs terribly endearing, and Sanghyuk has to dig his nails into his wrist to bring himself back down to earth forcefullyâtheyâre strangers and Taekwoonâs job is to bring people into the club, after all. But, as Taekwoonâs arm snakes around his waist and pulls him flush, he knows thereâs more to it than that. Lust like this, unfettered by the awkwardness of expectations, is the purest kind, and thatâs what makes it all the more difficult for Sanghyuk to hold himself back from kissing Taekwoon as much as he so badly wants to. Hongbinâs next to him, so close Sanghyuk can feel the warmth of his body, and three has never seemed such an appealing number until now.
âWhat are you playing at?â Sanghyuk asks Taekwoon, figuring theyâve come this far by being coy, knowing heâll need to be blunt to move things along.
Taekwoon shrugs, his eyes flicking between the two of themâbut his nervousness is reflected in the way heâs chewing at his bottom lip. âBoth of you,â he says simply, pulling Hongbin in towards him.
Leaning in so his nose brushes Hongbinâs hair, Sanghyuk says into his ear, âWe donât have to if you donât want to. We can just go home.â
Heâs doing the chivalrous thing even though itâs a farce because Hongbin is turned on and has been for quite some timeâheâs practically vibrating with need, his fingers clutching at the fabric of Sanghyukâs shirtâbut also because theyâve never done this before, and taking home complete strangers doesnât come naturally to either of them. Instead of replying, though, Hongbin kisses him, one hand twined with Taekwoonâs, and in his lips Sanghyuk tastes the desire running through his own blood. Itâs a promise and hope all at once, and he understands. Yes, Hongbin whispers into his mouth, yes yes yes.
Theyâve been fucking each other with their eyes for hours so when Sanghyuk pulls away to drag Taekwoon into a kiss (stopping just before their lips touch, waiting for Taekwoon to push in that last little bit, nearly groaning when he does) itâs the most gratifying feeling. He loves Hongbin in so many ways, but Taekwoon is exhilarating, a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart; his hands, roaming over Sanghyukâs body, feel so right that he does groan, shameless. If that wasnât bad enough, when Taekwoon pulls back and kisses Hongbin he feels like he may actually die. The sight of thatâthe both of them leaning into each other, Taekwoonâs long arms wrapped around Hongbinâs back, Hongbin tangling his hands in Taekwoonâs hairâis almost too fucking much. He knew he liked watching Hongbin, but not like this, never like this.
Why, he thinks as he kisses Hongbin, locking eyes with Taekwoon as he does, did we wait so fucking long to do this?
âYour place our ours?â he mumbles to Taekwoon when he breaks away from Hongbin.
Taekwoon shrugs. âI live pretty close by, that might be easiest?â
Wordlessly they make their way out, Taekwoon speaking briefly to his coworkers as Hongbin and Sanghyuk pull on their coats and wrap their scarves around their necks. He catches the other bar staff staring at them as they leave, and wonders what they must think. Does Taekwoon do this often? The thought of that just makes him even more turned on, stupidly, although when they get outside the cold smacks any feelings that arenât freezing from him. âPlease tell me itâs not a long walk,â he says to Taekwoon, reaching for his hand.
Smiling, Taekwoon shakes his head. âFive minutes. Come on.â
Itâs late enough that thereâs no one in the streets, so they walk the entire way there holding hands, all three of them. This is plainly the most absurd thing Sanghyukâs ever done (and heâs done some ridiculous shit, simply because Hongbin dared him to) and he keeps catching Hongbinâs eye, wondering if theyâre really going to do this. But then theyâre turning into a side street, clattering up steps, spilling into a lift, and then Taekwoon kisses Hongbin, pressing him against the wall, and Sanghyuk realises that yes, they really are doing this, and heâs never wanted anything more in his entire life.
Taekwoon doesnât even offer them a drink when they get inside, although, to be fair, he doesnât get a chance to. They fall on him in unison, pulling off his coat; Sanghyuk yanks at his tie while Hongbin slides his jacket off his shoulders, reaching for his shirt buttons. They back him through the apartment until they reach a bed, and he sits on it and watches as Sanghyuk yanks Hongbin to him, possessive even now, kissing him fiercely and making him moan.
Perhaps the most surprising thing of all is that, when Taekwoon undoes his shirt and lets it flutter to the floor, heâs covered in tattoos. His arms are littered with intricate blackwork and he has an owl on his chest in colour, its yellow eyes staring up at them. He looks, somehow, more vulnerable like this, sitting shirtless on his bed covered in ink that looks like a deterrent to the general populace but just makes Sanghyukâs heart race all the more. The only blank spot he has, apart from his neck and hands, is his belly, and when Sanghyuk hovers over him and presses a hand there he can feel Taekwoon is trembling.
âFuck,â Hongbin breathes as Taekwoon reaches for him, undoing the button on his jeans and letting his hand brush deliberately over his cock as he does so. âFuckingâGod.â
Itâs a testament to how turned on he is that heâs swearing like that, Sanghyuk knows. He himself isnât far behind as they strip each other slowly, exploring each otherâs bodies; when Taekwoon is naked and spread out underneath them, most of body covered with tattoos, he wonders, faintly, how he will survive this.
He makes the sweetest, breathiest moans when Sanghyuk kisses his way down his chest, planting one on the owl as he goes, to take his cock into his mouth; itâs heavy and hot and damp with precome and just what Sanghyuk likes. The garbled noise he makes when Sanghyuk takes him deep makes his head spin, and he realises that he wants to fuck Taekwoon, wants to make him come apart. Not that thatâs hard. When Hongbin joins him and Taekwoon props himself up on his elbows to watch as they both suck him off, his eyes roll back in his head and he thrusts his hips upwards, wanting more of them.
âDo you want to fuck us, or get fucked?â Sanghyuk asks, making his way back up the length of Taekwoonâs body (heâs not sure heâll ever get over those tattoos, really; theyâre so stunningly beautiful he wants to touch every single one of them) to kiss him.
Itâs a few moments before he responds, mainly because Hongbin is still sucking his cock and Sanghyuk knows just how good he is at that. âBoth?â he gasps with pleading eyes, and Sanghyukâs heart skips a beat.
Taekwoon produces lube and condoms from the drawer beside the bed, his hands shaking with eagerness, and together they roll Hongbin onto his front and work him open. Hongbin, slut as he is, keeps begging for more and more, writhing underneath them and forcing Sanghyuk to press him down into the mattress the way he knows he likes it. He and Taekwoon have fingers sliding in and out of Hongbin as they kiss, wet and sloppy, nothing but the slick sounds of lubrication and, over that, Hongbinâs moans colouring the air. Thereâs an urgentness that wasnât there before, suddenly, borne of the way Hongbin sounds so fucking desperateâso Sanghyuk rolls a condom onto Taekwoonâs cock and watches as he fucks into Hongbin in one smooth, gentle stroke. Itâs worth it for the noise that Hongbin makes. He sounds so fulfilled, so content, that Sanghyuk closes a slick fist over his own cock as Taekwoon fucks Hongbin into the mattress, the both of them moaning and swearing, a cacophony of voices that sounds so right.
He knew that Hongbin wasnât going to last very long (he never does after theyâve been out. Itâs like all the sexual tension of the night gets to him. Oftentimes when they get home heâll come untouched, just from Sanghyuk kissing him, and he gets embarrassed but Sanghyuk thinks thereâs nothing on earth hotter than that) and before long his voice starts shifting up an octave, his whines ringed with something that Sanghyuk recognises as the want, no, the need to come. Taekwoon leans down to bite him on the shoulder, his hair trailing over his skinâand Sanghyuk will never forget that mental image, the black of his hair against the pale of Hongbinâs shoulderblade, of the sounds of their moans and of the reverent expression on Taekwoonâs faceâand he comes, keening wordlessly, his fingers clenching in the sheets.
Sanghyuk leans down and kisses him through it, stroking his hair the way he knows Hongbin likes. He tends to get boneless and floppy after coming, and this is no exception. When he looks up at Sanghyuk through half-lidded eyelids, a small smile on his lips, he realises that itâs been a long time since heâs seen Hongbin looked this fucked out. That thought sends a jolt of lust down his spine, and he turns to Taekwoon with hunger in his eyes.
They move slowly, some of the urgency having faded. They lie on top of each other and kiss, enjoying the slide of their bodies together, just exploring. Sanghyuk bites at a tattoo on Taekwoonâs bicep and feels him shudder wordlessly. Itâs delicious and hedonistic and messy and everything Sanghyuk didnât realise he needed but does. He sits up and leans against the headboardâHongbin moves so heâs lying next to them, touching both of them in some way as he just watchesâand pulls Taekwoon on top of him, leaning up to kiss him. Taekwoon understands. He reaches for the lube and slides a finger inside himself, splaying a hand on Sanghyukâs thigh to keep himself upright. Hongbin recovers enough to take over, fingering Taekwoon deliciously slowly, exchanging heavy, weighted glances with Sanghyuk that are tinged with lust and love, intertwined, before he reaches for a condom and hands it to Sanghyuk.
The world seems like itâs going in slow motion as he rolls the condom over his cock before Taekwoon sinks down onto him. His lips part, a silent oh, and they lock eyes and all of a sudden Sanghyuk canât breathe; that longing is there again, neat and sharp in his chest, but itâs so hard to focus on when Taekwoon is so hot and wet and tight around him. He starts fucking himself on Sanghyukâs cock, undulating his hips so slowly that Sanghyuk feels like heâs having an out of body experience. Like this, in the dim light with his back arched and his hair falling in his face and the tattoos on his arms, Sanghyuk thinks heâs one of the most beautiful things heâs ever seen, superseded only by the way Hongbin looks like this. Itâs all he can do to hold still and let Taekwoon set the pace, as much as he wants to fuck into him furiously.
He knows heâs probably not going to last very long, but then neither is Taekwoon; he doesnât even care because this whole evening has been perfect, lovely, wonderful, every other word that he canât think of right now. Hongbin closes a hand over Taekwoonâs cock, grinning at Sanghyuk, and within a minute heâs coming on Sanghyukâs chest, a string of expletives falling from his kiss-swollen lips. Sanghyuk lasts only a moment longer before coming, too, and the last thing he sees before he closes his eyes is Hongbin leaning up to kiss Taekwoon andâgodâheâs never needed anything more in his life than he needs these two now.
For the longest time afterwards they all just lie there, sticky and sweaty and panting, before Sanghyuk mumbles something about a shower and they all start reluctantly making moves towards the bathroom. Instead of taking turns, Hongbin drags them all into the shower together, laughing as he sprays Taekwoon and Sanghyuk. When they all stand in front of the mirror the differences between them are so stark itâs almost shocking: Sanghyuk is the tallest but not by much, and more muscular; Hongbin is too but he carries it differently, somehow appearing smaller than he really is. And TaekwoonâTaekwoon is long and lithe and, in the middle of the two of them with his tattoos and his hair falling in his face, Sanghyuk thinks he, strangely, fits right in.
âStay?â Taekwoon asks, hope bleeding through in his voice even as he tries to sound nonchalant and fails.
Hongbin and Sanghyuk, standing with their arms looped around each other, turn to exchange glances. They donât even have to speak; they know each other too well for that. The answer is written in their eyes.
âSure,â Sanghyuk says with a smile, and reaches for Taekwoonâs hand to pull him to bed.
summary: this is the end, hakyeon thinks, staring into taekwoon's hateful black eyes and raising his dagger, the circle around them humming with ancient magic. the end.
notes: part 16Â of little incubus!
âAre you sure about this?â Hakyeon asks doubtfully, looking between the dagger in his hand and then at Jaehwan, who is shifting restlessly.
summary: of all the things that wonshik expected when he signed up for a life drawing class, meeting hakyeonâpossibly the most beautiful man he's ever seenâwas not one of them.
notes: college au â artist! hakyeon/camboy! wonshik
âYou canât afford a car, you know.â
Itâs Taekwoon in his earâitâs always Taekwoon in his ear, because he lives to annoy Wonshikâand he resists the urge to elbow him, somehow, although heâs not sure why he does it. âThatâs not why Iâm looking,â he sighs, eyes flicking over the bulletin board thatâs tacked up in front of the little courtyard of their student accommodation.
summary:Â surrounded by those who love him, hakyeon realises what he must sacrifice to end this, once and for all.
notes: part 15 of little incubus!
The moment the words leave Wonshikâs mouth thereâs a rush of power that hits Sanghyuk like a truckâone moment itâs absent and the next itâs there, overpowering his immortal senses with the scent of lavender and the rustling of feathers. It burns into him, that power, and when he opens his eyes again Taekwoon is standing there in the middle of the circle, his sword hanging limply at his side, his expression blank.
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summary: they started this as a way to chase away their demons, but sometimes wonshik thinks taekwoon is a demon of his own creation.
notes: assassin au â also on ao3
âIâm going away.â
Taekwoonâs voice is quietâever-quiet, too-quiet, quiet. Heâs playing with his gun. Wonshik knows that means heâs nervous. Knows that he likes the heavy weight of it in his hands, knows that itâs comforting. He canât understand, but he tries to. Tried.
âAre you going, or are they sending you?â
Thereâs a long silence, broken only by the distant sound of waves and the cries of seagulls overhead. Wonshik looks up at them and wishes, although for what heâs not sure. Wishes for another life, maybe. Wishes heâd never met Taekwoon. He takes that one back as quickly as he thinks it.
âTheyâre sending me.â
Wonshik waits for him to say something moreââIâll miss youâ, perhaps, or âIâll come back to youâ. But this thing that theyâve had has never been about useless platitudesâabout liesâand so Taekwoon continues staring out at the sea, his gaze unflinching, unwavering.
Wonshik never pictured heâd be the one turning and walking away from this. When theyâd started this thing heâd always known, in the pit of his stomach, that Taekwoon would be the one to leave. But thatâs exactly what he does, feeling a sick sense of satisfaction as he goes. One up that, he thinks, and turns and walks away from Taekwoon.
The heavy weight of his gun, holstered to his side, is a reminder that there is only one thing he can rely on in this life.
And itâs sure as hell not Taekwoon.
//
Heâs still covered in bloodâhe hates that, hates it. The messiness is nice, sometimes, when heâs in the mood for it. But tonight heâs stroppy and pissed and the first thing that he wants to do when he gets home is shower, so thatâs what he does, heading for the bathroom. He makes it halfway before he hears a noise and turns, his gun in his hand before he can even think about reaching for it, finger on the trigger.
âWonshik.â Itâs Taekwoon, and he drops his gun. The light switches on and Taekwoonâs standing there, looking just the same even though itâs been months. Longish hair that falls over his forehead. Silver earrings. Wearing all black, of course; their uniform. He has a healing cut on his cheek and his lips are so pink that Wonshik has to remind himself to breathe, goddamn it. His gun is holstered to his side, and from here Wonshik can see the dark crimson of the grip. âWonshik,â Taekwoon says again, taking a step forward.
He turns away. âI donât recall ever inviting you in.â
A moot point, since Taekwoon could break into any place blindfolded, as could he. âI thought youâd be happy to see me,â comes the reply as Wonshikâs heading into the kitchen.
That makes him pause. Taekwoon soundsâhe almost sounds like he cares. He sounds put-out. He sounds like heâd expected Wonshik to be pining after him. He turns and sees Taekwoon standing at the head of his table, shoulders rounded. Oh, how the tables have turned. âI am,â he lies, and takes a step closer. âItâs been months. You never sent word.â
Taekwoon opens his mouth, closes it again, grimaces. âThey sent me toâtoââ
Wonshik takes another step closer. Close enough to touch, so he does, reaching out and trailing his hand across the side of Taekwoonâs face, shutting him up. This had started as a distraction from work, from the bodies they left in their wake. Heâd never expected it to evolve. âDid you miss me?â he asks, keeping his voice carefully empty.
Dark eyes flick up and meet his. An impossibly pink tongue wets equally pink lips, and Wonshik shifts. âOf course.â
Come and get me, his eyes say. Wonshik does. He closes the distance between them in a kiss that heâd intended to be soft, but morphs into heated halfwayâhe meets Taekwoonâs lips with a ferocity that they both get lost in, reaching for each other. They strip and fuck right there on the kitchen floor like animals, taking turns to grind into each other, making each other hoarse.
Wonshik almost catches himself wishing theyâd met in another life, at another time; they could be so good, so so good. But when Taekwoon twists under his touch, his back arching on the tiles, and the scar across his heart catches the lightâhe stops. They are what they are, creatures of circumstance and nothing more. Meaningless. They are meaningless.
//
âIf someone ordered a hit on me,â he says later, when theyâre sweaty and sticky and still havenât moved from the kitchen floor, âwould you do it?â
He sees the indecision on Taekwoonâs face, and it frightens him. Heâd expected a swift noâTaekwoon is job first, always. But he chews his lip and doesnât speak for a while, and the fear in Wonshikâs heart grows. Donât give in, he thinks, silently begging Taekwoon not to speak. Donât be vulnerable. I canât handle it if youâre vulnerable.
The answer is a jolt to his heart, worse than the day theyâd cut him there: âNo,â Taekwoon says quietly, unable to meet his eyes. âIâI couldnât. Could you?â
Wonshik gives himself a moment to pause. âNo,â he lies, and turns away to reach for his clothes.
//
This time itâs him sitting on the beach, gun in hand. He unloads the magazine, reloads it, cocks it. The design of the cross on the grip is usually a balm to his soul, a reminder that heâs doing the right thing; today it just makes him feel sick.
âTheyâre sending me away,â he mutters when he feels Taekwoon approach from behind him.
Silence. The waves, the scream of seagulls. Products of circumstance. Is this all they are doomed to be? âOh.â A heartbeat of indecision, and then Taekwoon touches him on the shoulder. âDonât get killed.â
A useless platitude. And what they have is, of course, not about useless platitudes. He shrugs Taekwoonâs touch off and slams the magazine back in his gun once more. âIf Iâm lucky,â he replies hoarsely, deliberately being vague. It would be nice if one of his targets managed to take him out. He feels nothing, these days; the end calls.
Taekwoon goes, turning and traipsing away back over the sand, and it takes everything in Wonshik not to turn and watch him go.
summary: as hakyeon starts to lose the threads of who he is, he returns to a town from his past to try and healâbut for once, what taekwoon has done may well prove to undo him...
summary: when hakyeon spies the mermaid sunbathing on the rocks, he thinks he has met his deathâafter all, no one sees mermaids and lives. how wrong he is.
notes:Â this is based loosely in the 1800s sometime and set in a made-up fantasy land that was like England in my head but with warmer water.
Hakyeon doesnât think he is ready to meet his endâbut then, does anyone?âuntil he sees him, lying on the rocks, the sunlight painting his skin ivory.
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(the masterlist has been updated and revised, this is just a post consolidating it all!)
little incubus series:
9. the world was on fire and no one could save me but you
n/hyuk, hyuk/hongbin, 21316 words, rated nc-17
âas sanghyuk's life falls apart in his hands, he finally realises what it means to be immortal.
10. what is dead may never die (but rises again harder and stronger)
ravi/hongbin (platonic), ravi/oc (platonic), 55263 words, rated m
âit's not like wonshik to get attached, but this mortalâhongbin, with his eyes that cut through lies and steadfast devotion to the country he loves so muchâis different in every way. or, how wonshik realises that logic isn't always the answer.
11. trapped in time, dance with me
ot5 (platonic) (mostly), 1893 words, rated g
âtheyâre a family. a disjointed, malfunctioning family, but a family nonethelessâand never before has hakyeon felt his chest swell with so much love for them all and love for jaehwan.
12. love is not a victory march
n/ken, hyuk/hongbin, 11316 words, rated nc-17
âtorn between the love he feels for jaehwan and the love he feels for his friends, hakyeon lives a half-life, somehow having both while not truly having either.
the taekwoon chronicles:
4. afterimages of last nightâs dream
n/ken, n/leo, 3203 words, rated nc-17
âsix immortals decide to play truth or dare, and debauchery occurs. because of course it does.
5. think I need a devil to help me get things right
n/leo, 3247 words, rated nc-17
ââDo you ever stop wanting?â âNever.â
6. sex is a battle, love is war
leo/ken, n/hongbin, leo/hyuk, 10651 words, rated nc-17
âan angel, a nephilim, two incubi, and a vampire all walk into a sex club. shenanigans ensue.
one shots/misc:
you are, you are, my home
ot6, 1107 words, rated g
â6vixx ends up in a soft cuddle pile on the dorm floor, just like old times.
empty
leo/hyuk, 1400 words, rated m
âthe fighting ring represents something different for both of them, but at the end of the day that's not what matters.
nothing left to lose
leo/ken, 7967 words, rated nc-17
âhow taekwoon found his muse, and how jaehwan learned to let go.
iâm sorry iâm not as active on this account as I should be â Iâll update the fic masterlist later tonight, but actually posting fics on here is hard, especially if theyâre wordy.
otherwise, iâm very active on twitter at hakyeonni , and my ao3 is of course being updated regularly :)
i'll post a 'crash-course' post covering everything i've updated since I last posted here and then work out a way to keep posting fics from now on LOL
fanart for hakyeonniâs âlittle incubusâ fic
incredible long but totally worth it, I fell in absolute love with it and am literally on the edge of my seat waiting for another update.
https://archiveofourown.org/series/519118
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You are such a good writer ;; i always wait for the next chapter or a new oneshot and i'm in love with little incubus! I love dark creatures and the way you describe the characters is soooo gooood ;; thanks for posting your work! ps. the last update of the taekwoon chronicles was hot af
aaah thank you so much!! haha the taek chronicles only heat up from here~~ ;)