Abandoned Fic - Various, G - PG-13
Title: How Super Junior-Happy Got Its Name, Heechul/Hankyung/Siwon (Incomplete)
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: PG-13 (violence)
Summary: What the title says
Author's Note: This wasn't really a serious attempt at fic.
1.
"Oh, crap."
"Oh, crap."
"Don't say 'crap'."
"Oh fuck."
"Yes, that's much better, thank you, Shindong."
Eunhyuk danced on the spot, tugging at his hair. "What are we going to do?"
"This was Kangin-hyung's fault," Shindong said. "We had nothing to do with it."
"Nice fucking loyalty, Shindong," Kangin bit back.
"You guys," Eunhyuk flailed. "What are we going to do."
"I know a guy," Sungmin said, "who knows a guy. We might have to... Do favours. But."
"Just make him disappear," Eeteuk said, running a hand over his face. Sungmin saluted and hefted Lee Sooman's lifeless corpse over his shoulder, talking into his mobile phone as he left the room.
"I'm not going to jail," Yehsung said. "Kangin should go to jail."
"No one's going anywhere," Eeteuk said, leaning against Sooman's desk, staring past the wooden surface.
"What are we going to do?" Eunhyuk repeated.
As Eeteuk glared at Eunhyuk, Eunhyuk did that weird little fidgety dance again, and Eeteuk spotted the miniature typewriter someone had gotten for Sooman. He recalled something about monkeys and shakespeare.
"Hey, Eunhyuk, how good are you at freewriting?"
Title: There she is!, Heechul/Sungmin (Incomplete)
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: G
Summary: Sungmin is campy and sparkly and OOC
Author's Note: I watched the There She Is! video, thought Sungmin fit the bunny and Heechul fit the cat, and tried, but no. So much no. I'm so sorry.
WATCH THIS FIRST.
Heechul had a seventh sense. Yes that's right, a seventh sense. He had the usual five, and a sixth one he liked to call 'common sense'. The seventh sense, at least for Heechul, involved sensing when other people were staring at him.
It was going off now, like sirens wailing in his head, and he glanced up from his computer to find Sungmin staring at him, elbows on the desk, chin on his hands, eyes large and round.
"Can I help you?" Heechul asked, fighting the urge to back away because Kim Heechuls simply did not back away from Lee Sungmins, no matter how unnerving they looked.
"We're going to get married," Sungmin said. Behind him, Yehsung choked on his coffee, Eunhyuk slipped and crashed on the floor mid dance and Eeteuk simply stared, open mouthed.
"Here," Sungmin leaned forward and slipped a necklace over Heechul's neck with a large pink Hello Kitty pendant on the end. "Engagement present."
Heechul picked it up in his hand and frowned at it. "This is hideous."
"Really?" Sungmin had the courtesy to look troubled. Then he brightened. "I'll get you another one!"
"You don't-" But Sungmin was already gone, wallet and Kyuhyun in hand, bragging about how he was going to get Heechul the best engagement present ever.
"What was that all about?" Heechul asked, looking around for hidden cameras. They weren't going to get him this easily.
"Hyung," Yehsung said very seriously. "You know Sungmin's a man, right?"
Heechul stared at Yehsung. Yehsung was supposed to be one of the smart ones.
"And you're a man too, so that... You can't get married. It would be wrong."
Heechul's smart and witty retort was cut off by the ringing of his phone.
"Hello?"
"Heechulie-hyung!" Sungmin sounded incredibly cheerful. "Do you like pumpkins? I found this huge pumpkin keyring that I think I can make into a necklace for you..."
Heechul hung up and went back to his game, taking perverse pleasure in killing everything in sight.
----
I'M SO TERRIBLY SORRY
Title: Butterfly Lake, Donghae/Kibum (Incomplete)
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: G
Summary: ???
Author's Note: I had an idea after reading David Attenborough's autobiography, I forgot what it was.
There is a place where, if you stand very still, the butterflies come and drink from your skin.
Kibum doesn't know whom needs whom more. He knows he needs Donghae because Donghae is Donghae, and when Donghae has his fingers threaded through Kibum's hair as they fumble under the sheets and try not to come too soon, he thinks he would be nothing without Donghae, his Donghae, his Donghae...
Kibum knows Donghae needs him, because Kibum is Kibum, and Kibum never says awkward things when Donghae needs to cry, to sit by his side with his hand over his eyes and cry in silent anguish because there are many men that are important in Donghae's life, but the most important one is gone.
Title: Untitled, Heechul, Kyuhyun, (Incomplete)
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: PG-13 (Violence, language)
Summary: AU, Kyuhyun shoots at Heechul
Author's Note: I tried to write more of the mafia verse, but bleah.
It was like a slap to the face when he heard the report of the gun and felt the bullet whizz past his ear to imbed itself in the wall behind him. His instincts were screaming at him to drop and run, but he had clawed his way to the top by learning to ignore them when they didn't matter and they certainly didn't matter here, with Kyuhyun holding a gun at arms length, nozzle pointed directly at the space between his eyebrows this time.
"Now that I have your attention," Kyuhyun said, arm not wavering one bit. "I'm leaving."
Heechul reclined against his chaise lounge, pulling his right leg up level with his left knee. He was vulnerable like this - Kyuhyun could shoot and there wouldn't even be enough time for anyone to catch him before he hit the ground - but Kyuhyun didn't intend to shoot. No, Heechul's youngest wanted to walk out alive.
"The door is that way," Heechul said, examining his nails, thinking about shades of blue - azure, brandeis, cobalt, midnight, sapphire, navy.
"I don't think you understand," Kyuhyun said. "I'm leaving, and whomever else is sick and tired of your shit is coming with me."
Another shot, and then Kyuhyun was clutching at his bloodied hand, his gun on the ground at his feet. It happened so fast Heechul knew that everyone in the room was acting on adrenaline, not reason - Sungmin scooped up the gun and held it up to Siwon's temple as Siwon kept his own pistol trained at Kyuhyun. Ryeowook was on his feet, cocking the hammer on his own revolver. Hankyung had pulled the sabre from its place on the mantle.
"Gentlemen." Heechul let disappoint creep into his voice. Disappointment, not fear.
"He insulted you," Siwon said, eyes not leaving Kyuhyun's face.
"Be that as it may," Heechul sighed, closing his eyes.
Title: Dollhouse, Kangin/Eunhyuk (Incomplete)
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: PG-13 (supernatural themes)
Summary: Pretty maids, all in a row, all in a row beside him, frozen smiles on their porcelain faces.
Author's Note: Was writing this for the 100 fic challenge, got another idea.
Mary, mary,
Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells
And cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row
Mary, mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow--
He hears the humming before he's fully awake, so he dreams that he's sitting in a garden, watching the sky burn red before him. The grass is wet beneath him, seeping into his pants, cold and damp against his skin.
Pretty maids, all in a row, all in a row beside him, frozen smiles on their porcelain faces.
"Oppa, are you awkake?"
He doesn't open his eyes - his eyes are already open, he simply becomes aware, the world coming into focus before his eyes. He doesn't remember lying down, or even going to sleep
Eunhyuk woke up to the sound of humming. It wasn't a familiar tune, and it was slow and dreamy enough to send chills down his spine. His eyes felt dry, like they'd been open for a while, but he didn't remember lying down or even going to sleep.
He blinked, and he felt his eyelashes brush his lower eyelids, which was odd, but not as odd as what came into view when his world finally came into focus.
Kangin.
No, not Kangin, a doll that looked eeriely similar to Kangin, aside from the wig and the blue eyes.
Eunhyuk tried to sit up, but he felt so stiff and heavy. He looked down, trying to crane his head, and he spotted his hand. Ball joints. He had ball joints. Not only that, but he didn't have skin so much as resin.
The humming stopped, and Eunhyuk felt a hand close around his waist and lift him into the air. He was brought face to face with a girl five times his size, her long hair tied back into a messy bun.
"You're awake," she said, peering at him. "I'm so glad."
Eunhyuk tried to speak, no, he tried to scream, but his lips weren't cooperating. They felt glued together. He wasn't even sure he had a tongue.
"I was worried at first, you know, oppa," she said, cradling him in the crook of her elbow and tenderly carressing his cheek. "You didn't wake up for so long. I was so worried that I'd killed you. It was probably wrong of me, but that's why I picked you first. I like you, but I like Kangin-oppa better."
Then she placed him on a shelf, propping him up against a teddy bear. "Don't feel lonely, okay? Soon I'll have Kangin-oppa here to play with you. I just want to make sure he's absolutely perfect."
She began humming again, the same song, as she moved away. Eunhyuk could only watch helplessly as she walked to the bench where the doll that was clearly meant to be Kangin lay. If he had a voice, he would have cried out when she pried out the doll's eyeballs, then left the doll spread eagled on the desk with empty eye sockets.
"At first, I wanted all of Super Junior, but it's hard to collect so many dolls, you know. So I thought I'd get my two favourites first, and if I have money afterwards then I'll work on the rest." She turned to him again. "What do you think? Dark brown or gold? I like them both."
Eunhyuk tried to move away from the glass eyes the girl was holding out in front of him, but all he succeeded in doing was tip over into the teddy bear's lap.
"You're right, I should go with brown, it's more accurate," the girl said, nodding and returning to the bench.
When she had finished fitting the eyes in their sockets she brought the doll over to Eunhyuk and held him up proudly.
"He's almost finished. Isn't he good? He looks almost the same, right? Eunhyuk-oppa? Why don't you say anything?" she peered at him. "Are you really that shy?"
Then she laughed, smacking herself on the forehead. "Oh I forgot! I glued your mouth up so you couldn't scream! It might make my parents upset, you know. They're always saying I should go out and meet real people instead of playing with my dolls. But you want to know a secret?" The girl leaned in closer, cupping her mouth in one hand. "I'm going to make all my favourite real people into dolls. Isn't that clever? Then I'll never have to leave and I can play with them all I want."
She hugged the Kangin doll, then carefully placed him next to Eunhyuk. "Be patient, okay, oppa? I know you must miss him, but you'll be together soon." Then she rearranged Eunhyuk until he was lying with his head in Kangin's lap, giggling when she was done.
"You're really the best couple, you know?"
If Eunhyuk could move, if Eunhyuk could scream, if Eunhyuk could do anything he would've, but all he could do was stare blankly as the girl turned out the light and shut the door behind her.
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: PG-13 (violence)
Summary: What the title says
Author's Note: This wasn't really a serious attempt at fic.
1.
"Oh, crap."
"Oh, crap."
"Don't say 'crap'."
"Oh fuck."
"Yes, that's much better, thank you, Shindong."
Eunhyuk danced on the spot, tugging at his hair. "What are we going to do?"
"This was Kangin-hyung's fault," Shindong said. "We had nothing to do with it."
"Nice fucking loyalty, Shindong," Kangin bit back.
"You guys," Eunhyuk flailed. "What are we going to do."
"I know a guy," Sungmin said, "who knows a guy. We might have to... Do favours. But."
"Just make him disappear," Eeteuk said, running a hand over his face. Sungmin saluted and hefted Lee Sooman's lifeless corpse over his shoulder, talking into his mobile phone as he left the room.
"I'm not going to jail," Yehsung said. "Kangin should go to jail."
"No one's going anywhere," Eeteuk said, leaning against Sooman's desk, staring past the wooden surface.
"What are we going to do?" Eunhyuk repeated.
As Eeteuk glared at Eunhyuk, Eunhyuk did that weird little fidgety dance again, and Eeteuk spotted the miniature typewriter someone had gotten for Sooman. He recalled something about monkeys and shakespeare.
"Hey, Eunhyuk, how good are you at freewriting?"
Title: There she is!, Heechul/Sungmin (Incomplete)
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: G
Summary: Sungmin is campy and sparkly and OOC
Author's Note: I watched the There She Is! video, thought Sungmin fit the bunny and Heechul fit the cat, and tried, but no. So much no. I'm so sorry.
WATCH THIS FIRST.
Click to viewHeechul had a seventh sense. Yes that's right, a seventh sense. He had the usual five, and a sixth one he liked to call 'common sense'. The seventh sense, at least for Heechul, involved sensing when other people were staring at him.
It was going off now, like sirens wailing in his head, and he glanced up from his computer to find Sungmin staring at him, elbows on the desk, chin on his hands, eyes large and round.
"Can I help you?" Heechul asked, fighting the urge to back away because Kim Heechuls simply did not back away from Lee Sungmins, no matter how unnerving they looked.
"We're going to get married," Sungmin said. Behind him, Yehsung choked on his coffee, Eunhyuk slipped and crashed on the floor mid dance and Eeteuk simply stared, open mouthed.
"Here," Sungmin leaned forward and slipped a necklace over Heechul's neck with a large pink Hello Kitty pendant on the end. "Engagement present."
Heechul picked it up in his hand and frowned at it. "This is hideous."
"Really?" Sungmin had the courtesy to look troubled. Then he brightened. "I'll get you another one!"
"You don't-" But Sungmin was already gone, wallet and Kyuhyun in hand, bragging about how he was going to get Heechul the best engagement present ever.
"What was that all about?" Heechul asked, looking around for hidden cameras. They weren't going to get him this easily.
"Hyung," Yehsung said very seriously. "You know Sungmin's a man, right?"
Heechul stared at Yehsung. Yehsung was supposed to be one of the smart ones.
"And you're a man too, so that... You can't get married. It would be wrong."
Heechul's smart and witty retort was cut off by the ringing of his phone.
"Hello?"
"Heechulie-hyung!" Sungmin sounded incredibly cheerful. "Do you like pumpkins? I found this huge pumpkin keyring that I think I can make into a necklace for you..."
Heechul hung up and went back to his game, taking perverse pleasure in killing everything in sight.
----
I'M SO TERRIBLY SORRY
Title: Butterfly Lake, Donghae/Kibum (Incomplete)
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: G
Summary: ???
Author's Note: I had an idea after reading David Attenborough's autobiography, I forgot what it was.
There is a place where, if you stand very still, the butterflies come and drink from your skin.
Kibum doesn't know whom needs whom more. He knows he needs Donghae because Donghae is Donghae, and when Donghae has his fingers threaded through Kibum's hair as they fumble under the sheets and try not to come too soon, he thinks he would be nothing without Donghae, his Donghae, his Donghae...
Kibum knows Donghae needs him, because Kibum is Kibum, and Kibum never says awkward things when Donghae needs to cry, to sit by his side with his hand over his eyes and cry in silent anguish because there are many men that are important in Donghae's life, but the most important one is gone.
Title: Untitled, Heechul, Kyuhyun, (Incomplete)
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: PG-13 (Violence, language)
Summary: AU, Kyuhyun shoots at Heechul
Author's Note: I tried to write more of the mafia verse, but bleah.
It was like a slap to the face when he heard the report of the gun and felt the bullet whizz past his ear to imbed itself in the wall behind him. His instincts were screaming at him to drop and run, but he had clawed his way to the top by learning to ignore them when they didn't matter and they certainly didn't matter here, with Kyuhyun holding a gun at arms length, nozzle pointed directly at the space between his eyebrows this time.
"Now that I have your attention," Kyuhyun said, arm not wavering one bit. "I'm leaving."
Heechul reclined against his chaise lounge, pulling his right leg up level with his left knee. He was vulnerable like this - Kyuhyun could shoot and there wouldn't even be enough time for anyone to catch him before he hit the ground - but Kyuhyun didn't intend to shoot. No, Heechul's youngest wanted to walk out alive.
"The door is that way," Heechul said, examining his nails, thinking about shades of blue - azure, brandeis, cobalt, midnight, sapphire, navy.
"I don't think you understand," Kyuhyun said. "I'm leaving, and whomever else is sick and tired of your shit is coming with me."
Another shot, and then Kyuhyun was clutching at his bloodied hand, his gun on the ground at his feet. It happened so fast Heechul knew that everyone in the room was acting on adrenaline, not reason - Sungmin scooped up the gun and held it up to Siwon's temple as Siwon kept his own pistol trained at Kyuhyun. Ryeowook was on his feet, cocking the hammer on his own revolver. Hankyung had pulled the sabre from its place on the mantle.
"Gentlemen." Heechul let disappoint creep into his voice. Disappointment, not fear.
"He insulted you," Siwon said, eyes not leaving Kyuhyun's face.
"Be that as it may," Heechul sighed, closing his eyes.
Title: Dollhouse, Kangin/Eunhyuk (Incomplete)
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: PG-13 (supernatural themes)
Summary: Pretty maids, all in a row, all in a row beside him, frozen smiles on their porcelain faces.
Author's Note: Was writing this for the 100 fic challenge, got another idea.
Mary, mary,
Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells
And cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row
Mary, mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow--
He hears the humming before he's fully awake, so he dreams that he's sitting in a garden, watching the sky burn red before him. The grass is wet beneath him, seeping into his pants, cold and damp against his skin.
Pretty maids, all in a row, all in a row beside him, frozen smiles on their porcelain faces.
"Oppa, are you awkake?"
He doesn't open his eyes - his eyes are already open, he simply becomes aware, the world coming into focus before his eyes. He doesn't remember lying down, or even going to sleep
Eunhyuk woke up to the sound of humming. It wasn't a familiar tune, and it was slow and dreamy enough to send chills down his spine. His eyes felt dry, like they'd been open for a while, but he didn't remember lying down or even going to sleep.
He blinked, and he felt his eyelashes brush his lower eyelids, which was odd, but not as odd as what came into view when his world finally came into focus.
Kangin.
No, not Kangin, a doll that looked eeriely similar to Kangin, aside from the wig and the blue eyes.
Eunhyuk tried to sit up, but he felt so stiff and heavy. He looked down, trying to crane his head, and he spotted his hand. Ball joints. He had ball joints. Not only that, but he didn't have skin so much as resin.
The humming stopped, and Eunhyuk felt a hand close around his waist and lift him into the air. He was brought face to face with a girl five times his size, her long hair tied back into a messy bun.
"You're awake," she said, peering at him. "I'm so glad."
Eunhyuk tried to speak, no, he tried to scream, but his lips weren't cooperating. They felt glued together. He wasn't even sure he had a tongue.
"I was worried at first, you know, oppa," she said, cradling him in the crook of her elbow and tenderly carressing his cheek. "You didn't wake up for so long. I was so worried that I'd killed you. It was probably wrong of me, but that's why I picked you first. I like you, but I like Kangin-oppa better."
Then she placed him on a shelf, propping him up against a teddy bear. "Don't feel lonely, okay? Soon I'll have Kangin-oppa here to play with you. I just want to make sure he's absolutely perfect."
She began humming again, the same song, as she moved away. Eunhyuk could only watch helplessly as she walked to the bench where the doll that was clearly meant to be Kangin lay. If he had a voice, he would have cried out when she pried out the doll's eyeballs, then left the doll spread eagled on the desk with empty eye sockets.
"At first, I wanted all of Super Junior, but it's hard to collect so many dolls, you know. So I thought I'd get my two favourites first, and if I have money afterwards then I'll work on the rest." She turned to him again. "What do you think? Dark brown or gold? I like them both."
Eunhyuk tried to move away from the glass eyes the girl was holding out in front of him, but all he succeeded in doing was tip over into the teddy bear's lap.
"You're right, I should go with brown, it's more accurate," the girl said, nodding and returning to the bench.
When she had finished fitting the eyes in their sockets she brought the doll over to Eunhyuk and held him up proudly.
"He's almost finished. Isn't he good? He looks almost the same, right? Eunhyuk-oppa? Why don't you say anything?" she peered at him. "Are you really that shy?"
Then she laughed, smacking herself on the forehead. "Oh I forgot! I glued your mouth up so you couldn't scream! It might make my parents upset, you know. They're always saying I should go out and meet real people instead of playing with my dolls. But you want to know a secret?" The girl leaned in closer, cupping her mouth in one hand. "I'm going to make all my favourite real people into dolls. Isn't that clever? Then I'll never have to leave and I can play with them all I want."
She hugged the Kangin doll, then carefully placed him next to Eunhyuk. "Be patient, okay, oppa? I know you must miss him, but you'll be together soon." Then she rearranged Eunhyuk until he was lying with his head in Kangin's lap, giggling when she was done.
"You're really the best couple, you know?"
If Eunhyuk could move, if Eunhyuk could scream, if Eunhyuk could do anything he would've, but all he could do was stare blankly as the girl turned out the light and shut the door behind her.