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ABOUT

call me: archi or syn

ao3: ageratum

fandoms: Romance fantasy comics (collective); Light and Night; Love and Deepspace; Cybird Ikemen Series

fanfiction: mostly character x reader; character x character; some character studies; some gen

requests: closed. archived here

warnings: 18+, nsfw, dark content and themes; read at your own risk; will block empty blogs with suspicious profile pics

FIC STATUS

NOTE: Due to various concerns (mostly about AI and risk of data scraping), I've made the decision to post my new fics exclusively on AO3. I will still post my fics here, but only with excerpts and the AO3 link for the full version. Drabbles, however, will remain open to all.

most recent: some summer daily drabbles

pending: Terms of Agreement side stories

FIC MASTERLIST

NOTE: A lot of my fics are reader-inserts, and since the fandoms I write for so far are otome games, the reader may double as the main character too. There are also times when I write for canon characters.

Love and Deepspace

Light and Night

Ikemen Sengoku

Ikemen Vampire

Ikemen Prince

Ikemen Genjiden

Romance Fantasy Webtoons

Other media and miscellaneous

Multi-fandom drabble series

020. Rhythm

PLAVE | Chae Bonggu (Bamby) x Do Eunho | G | 413 words

“Eunho-ya!” Bamby’s voice cut through the song. “You’re off by a beat!”

The music stopped, and practice halted. Hamin tossed him an apologetic glance while Noah flopped onto the floor, complaining about tired knees. Yejun pat his shoulder once as he made his way to the snack table.

“That’s not true!” Eunho protested. “I’m keeping up perfectly!”

“And your hands are wrong on this part!” Bamby executed Eunho’s dance parts as demonstration again. And Eunho thought that Bamby’s movements were like scattered petals in the air, light and fluttery – again.

He was startled when a pair of hands clapped in front of him.

“Are you even paying attention?”

“Of course, hyung!” Eunho didn’t add, It’s you who wasn’t paying attention to me, but he did think it.

Bamby clicked his tongue, clearly not believing him. But practice resumed, all the way till midnight, after which Yejun called it a day. As Eunho trailed after Noah and Hamin to the exit, Bamby called after him.

“Stay a little bit more, Eunho-ya.”

Eunho’s heart did a little leap, but he played it cool.

“Aren’t you tired, hyung? You still want to go?”

“I just need to make sure you got the steps down perfectly.”

“But I already got them down perfectly.” Nonetheless Eunho went back and set his bag to the side, next to Bamby’s.

He did the sequence while Bamby clapped to the beat and made gibberish sounds as accompaniment. Eunho saw the declining arch of Bamby’s eyebrows, and braced for a lecture.

What he didn’t expect was hands bracing his waist.

Eunho clammed up, felt the beginnings of heat crawling up his neck.

“You gotta be steady here,” Bamby was saying, and his hands guided Eunho’s sides into a slant. “Now twist.”

Eunho tried; he didn’t know if he succeeded, because every cell in his body was focused on two specific areas of his torso.

Bamby clicked his tongue again, relaying his annoyance. Eunho couldn’t even refute him. “Stretch your arms like this.” One hand migrated to Eunho’s wrist, enclosing, then gently pulled until Eunho’s arm was a straight line.

Then Bamby’s hand slid down the length of Eunho’s arm. Almost slowly, like an intimate caress. It felt like a revelation. Eunho’s mind screeched to a halt.

Bamby wasn’t even aware that he short-circuited Eunho.

“Do you get it?” He stepped away; Eunho felt the gaping loss between them. And then Bamby ordered, “Now do it again.”

019. Bite

Ikemen Sengoku | Kicho x Mouri Motonari | T | 186 words

Kicho made the fatal mistake of letting his guard down.

Slammed into the wall, a sword pressed up his neck. A vicious grin. Silver-grey hair. Red eyes.

“I came to collect yer debt.”

“There is nothing to collect.” Kicho maintained defiance, unmoved by the clear and present danger. The sword on his neck pressed closer; a bead of blood trickled down. “I owe you nothing.”

Motonari barked an incredulous laugh. “Stubborn till the end, yeah? Not scared of gettin’ beheaded by me?”

“You can’t kill me.”

An impressed whistle. Motonari’s grin gained a manic edge. The sword slid away, left a neat wound in its wake. More blood, bright and sharp.

Kicho was right. The sword clattered somewhere away from them. Replacing it was Motonari’s hand, gripping Kicho’s jaw.

He raised Kicho’s head, exposed that pale column of a neck. Still defiant, but Kicho glared at him.

Motonari smirked. Licked his lips.

“Hate that yer right, but what can I do?” His fingers dug harder into Kicho’s flesh. “Pay up.”

018. Hold

Light and Night | Xiao Yi (Osborn) x You | G | 100 words (yay finally!)

It was a little bit like riding a motorcycle, except you were in front of Xiao Yi and the motorcycle was thrice bigger. And alive.

“Hold on tight.” You felt more than heard him, the rumbling of his chest like a cat’s purr against your back. Suddenly it got very hot.

“Where would I hold onto?” The horse? With your anxiety it might get spooked. The reins? Xiao Yi got that covered. “… Your thighs?”

There was a tangible pause – both Xiao Yi and the horse. You wanted to curl up and disappear.

“Oh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

Well.

017. Remorseful

Ikemen Vampire | Vlad x Comte de Saint-Germain | G | 191 words

Against his better judgment, sometimes he would wonder how things could’ve been had he forgiven Vlad all those centuries ago. If he had reached out during that length of unbearable silence, tried to fill that hollowed-out emptiness in his chest. Maybe he wouldn’t feel like he’d been dogged by a ghost of his own making.

Did he regret turning his back on Vlad? His once-closest friend, the only one who understood him, the only man who shared his love of humanity. But, as Comte realized back then, Vlad had loved too much, loved in excess, that everything of his cloying love had spilled and drowned the very thing he wanted to protect. A love that became oppressive. Destructive.

He was still beautiful and lovely under the moonlight, surrounded by the field of blood-red roses. Comte endured the coil of his gut when Vlad faced him and said his name with that devastating smile.

“Abel,” he said, welcoming as if they hadn’t been estranged for centuries, “I’m very glad to see you. How have you been?”

016. Test

Shinsengumi Wasurenagusa | Okita Souji x Heroine!Reader | G | 161 words

A/N: This drabble follows the format of a drama CD script, which means only the male lead character speaks and assumes he is in dialogue with the heroine (listener of the drama CD, aka you the reader).

OKITA: You're here again. Was last night not enough for you? You exhausted me so much yesterday that I woke up late this morning and I had to listen to Hijikata-san’s lecture for an hour.

OKITA: What do you mean I'm saying it like that on purpose? What did you think I was implying?

OKITA: Say it. Say what you think I was implying.

OKITA: Oh? That was what you were thinking? You're more lewd than I thought.

OKITA: —Food? [sighs] Of course. Your head is always filled with food, I shouldn't be surprised by this.

OKITA: Fine. Okay. Just help me change clothes—[violent coughing]

OKITA: I'm fine, I'm fine. They're getting less frequent these days, don't worry too much.

OKITA: …

OKITA: I know. Do you think I don't know that? I just want—

OKITA: [broken exhale]