5 TaoHun Drabbles
Title: 5 TaoHun Drabbles (woahh I really suck at titles XD)
Author: theirblinggirl
Rating: from PG to R
Pairing: Sehun/Tao
Summary: I WROTE AN AION!AU for EXO what the hell o.o Also, there is a MAMA MV!AU, and 3 random ones.
So, unexpectedly, this is the EXO pairing I enjoy writing for the second most (what is this grammar o.o) and again, whatever came to my mind... They may be somewhat OOC because really, I haven't got the slightest idea about Sehun even though I like him a lot, because SM Y U NO PUT EXO-K ON SHOWS WHERE THEY CAN TALK AND INTERACT??
A/N: So, first of all, the last one is entirely the fault of my gaming obsessions. Aion is an MMORPG that I infinitely enjoy, but I tried to write it so that even for those who don't play (it's addictive like hell) it would be understandable. I hope it worked. The two expressions I used are Abyss (here is the pic Abyss is the area between the two halves of the planet) and Aion, who is, basically, the Creator God of this universe. Also here are two concept arts for Tao and for Sehun . If anyone has any questons please ask them^^
1. Good boy
”Now comes the part where you tell me how we shouldn’t be doing this.” Sehun says, tilting his head to the side with a faint smirk, before he clicks the lighter. The small, red glow of the cigarette casts weird shadows on his pale face and Zitao watches in awe as he inhales the first puffs of smoke with a grimace.
“No, but I’m totally telling duizhang that you pulled me into it if he ever finds out” he answers slowly, the Korean syllables falling off his lips with certain unfamiliarity that makes Sehun smile.
“Always the good boy…” he shakes his head, taking one more drag of smoke before handing the cigarette to Zitao.
“Am not” the Chinese boy pouts and the sight is so comic - full, dark lips pursed together in the most childish way, cigarette hanging between his long, graceful fingers - that Sehun finds himself smiling even wider before rolling his eyes.
“C’mere” he says, eyes taking on an alarming shine and he snatches the cigarette from Zitao’s hand, taking one big gulp again, and leaning forward to press his lips across Tao’s, exhaling the smoke into his mouth.
“Oh yes you are…”
2. Butterfly
MAMA MV!AU, which actually has one more part written
Sehun’s fingers caress the fragile wings softly and absent-mindedly, as the small, yellow-ish thing descends on his palm - he should be afraid of breaking it, but he knows it must be harder to break than it looks. Because Tao is harder to break than he looks, too.
There is a faint, almost imaginary scent of roses that the butterfly brought with it and Sehun sees impossibly dark, unfathomably huge places filled with thousands of tiny petals frozen in mid-air, sees the glint of a slender blade, sees deep and longing eyes - for a second, he sees Zitao as clearly as if he was standing in front of him, although these kind of bright, open spaces have never fitted Tao.
Together, they were the Tree of Life. Apart, they are only fallen leaves, drifting in the roaring wind that whirls sand and dust and so, so much longing all around Sehun.
3. International calls
For the prompt Linkin Park - Leave out all the rest
It’s when Tao doesn’t answer to his call of “Hey come on, let’s get you some cheesecake, huh? My treat!” that Wufan tosses him his phone with a quiet “Go, call him!”
International calls are expensive - that’s what they have manager-ge’s company-paid phone for - and Tao knows that Wufan doesn’t make more money than him, and he also has his family to call occasionally, so he should be feeling grateful. But right now, he can’t focus too much because his tears blur his vision and the lights of Beijing are too bright outside the window and Qingdao is just too far but Seoul is even further and Zitao feels so, so helplessly alone that even Yixing’s soothing hand doesn’t help as he passes by.
He hesitates, fingers ghosting over the cold screen of the phone - everything feels cold, it’s a cold, icy summer and he shudders with the chills that run through his body. The screen reflects his face - it’s really ugly, Tao thinks, with his eyes all red and puffy and nose running and he doesn’t hate anything as much as he hates his crying face but he could never help it, no matter how hard he tries to keep it in, the emotions just flow and Tao is helpless and weak against them. No wushu can fight them off.
With a loud sniffle, he collects himself, his hands quickly dialing the numbers he knows by heart and the boy on the other end picks up after only a few seconds, as if he was waiting for the call.
“Hey… it’s me” Tao whispers in a hoarse voice, resenting himself for how weak he sounds.
“You’re not crying after me again, are you?” Sehun answers after several long seconds of silence - Tao holds his breath and counts them till he hears his voice.
He always does.
4. Piercings
Because Tao's piercings are just plain unfair.
It stings just the tiniest little bit - it’s intriguing and addictive at the same time, the small pain that Tao always associates with the one causing it right now; his own fingers often finding their way up to his earrings when he’s alone.
The way Sehun playfully tugs at his piercings, one at a time, with an amused smile never fails to make Tao still, just lying on his back and letting Sehun play whatever wicked game he has on his mind.
“Why do I love these so much… they should be looking ridiculous on such a baby like you” Sehun teases but Tao just grins, running a hand down Sehun’s bare back. He can feel goose bumps forming under his fingers, under the thin layer of perspiration that’s quickly drying on Sehun’s marble-pale skin. He never stops toying with the small piercings, taking one between two fingers and twisting it a little, watching the way Tao’s upper lip twitches at the feeling. He takes the next one between his teeth, flicking at it with his tongue, relishing the cold, metallic taste. Tao’s breath hitches in his throat, but he doesn’t move and Sehun doesn’t seem like he is about to get bored by this any time soon.
But Tao is okay with that - it’s almost like a small ritual that they have afterwards, and they rarely have time to fully enjoy it, not having to rush and put their clothes back on and run off to some schedule looking like nothing has happened.
“I’m thinking of maybe getting another one… somewhere else other than my ears, actually.”
5. Abyss
Aion!AU
OH SHIT YEAH I DID. Explanations up in the A/N I suggest you take a look at the pics I linked up there.
No blade has ever felt as heavy in Zitao’s hand as his sword feels now. He’s panting, forcing every intake of breath though his dry lips - it’s always been a little harder to breathe the thin, cold air of the endless Abyss that stretches into the even colder nothingness, separating their words, separating two continents that once belonged together but are now so different that their people forget how they used to be brothers and sisters.
Zitao raises his dear sword once more, his other hand grabbing the handle of his dagger, moving as quickly as he can, smooth leather boots making his steps almost inaudible before he leaps, but he’s not fast enough - not with these wounds, not against him.
Faster than the blink of an eye, vines unwind from the ground beneath his feet, wrapping around his body and in the next moment, he is unable to move - he is unarmed against the pale, white-robed figure that approaches him, careful to keep enough distance.
Zitao knows that his only chance is to get close enough to the sorcerer - he seems weak, they are all weak, constantly draining their bodies for more and more magical power and if Tao could only get behind him, two quick moves of his poisoned blades would have him falling at his feet.
“I told you we would meet again” the kid-faced sorcerer slowly says, and although Tao knows that he could be centuries old by now - he most probably is, judging by his robes and skills - the soft features almost have his determination falter. He’s seen many of these people before - defeated many of them, too, ever since he stepped into this never-ending war - and knows how fragile and soft they can seem compared to Tao’s own rough, glowing-eyed people, but secretly, he’s always admired them for their ethereal, untouchable beauty. He’d be resented by his own if he ever told that to anybody, except maybe Yixing, but priests always had slightly different views on the matter because priests of both sides have devoted their lives to the same god and the same god gave them powers to heal their people.
Tao’s own, dark, calloused skin seems as unworthy as the dirt compared to the almost-glowing, pale, silky skin of the sorcerer. He knows that because he’s touched it before, leaving angry, disturbingly red marks with his harsh, almost claw-like nails despite his best efforts.
“Release me, Sehun, and I won’t kill you” Tao growls, alarming, raw red lights still glowing in his eyes, and he tries to pull at the vines and roots immobilizing him. They hold still, but Tao knows they can’t hold forever - they can’t hold much longer, no matter how strong Sehun’s powers are. And as soon as magic fails him, Tao and his blades will gain the upper hand - if he can survive till then.
“You are in no position to threaten me… not this time, anyways” the boy laughs quietly, not even bothering to use Tao’s language since he already knows the other can understand what he says. The next second, Sehun steps dangerously close - if the vines were just the tiniest bit weaker, Tao could most likely stab him with his dagger - and with a small smile, reaches out to Tao. His breath hitches once again and his eyes fall shut, bracing himself for the worst - he’s seen Jongdae in battle enough to know how death falls from a sorcerer’s fingertips. But all he feels is soft fingertips dragged across his face gently, brushing strands of black hair out of his face, and Tao swears he can feel the warm, foreign rays of blessed sunshine that have avoided their lands since their word shattered in two. But they have been soaking the countries of Sehun’s people continuously, forming them into such delightful creatures Tao’s homeland has never seen. Delightful, but pompous, unpredictable and deadly, Tao tries to remind himself with hardly any use, because Sehun’s breath is ghosting over his skin and his fingers are lost in Tao’s hair and it’s the best and the worst feeling at the same time. Best, because no one has ever made Tao’s heart beat as rapidly as Sehun’s one touch in his entire lifetime, and that is way past a hundred years now; worst because it only lasts for a few seconds, it always does, can’t last any longer, it can’t be, they are not allowed to be…
Sehun could easily kill Tao now, and he would be in big trouble if anyone saw that he didn’t, because that is what they do - that is what their people have been doing since decades, constantly fighting for dead territory in the void coldness of the Abyss that separates them and constantly trying to avenge losses that hardly anyone remembers anymore…
But the wounds run too deep, they can never be healed, and both Tao and Sehun know it’s not even worth to try and go against the law, the prime disciplines, of their own lands.
Tao knows his eyes are not glowing with a lust for blood anymore as their gazes lock and curse everyone, curse everything, curse the war, the Abyss, curse Aion himself - Sehun is the most beautiful sight Tao has ever seen.
He looses himself in Sehun’s bright, moon-shaped eyes but his instincts register as the vines slightly loosen, which Sehun doesn’t seem to, because he is still standing right in front of Tao, gently caressing his face without words. One more moment and Tao can move his arms again - which he does, sending his dagger on it’s way with a precise move, right at his target’s heart.
Zitao always hits his target - he doesn’t miss it now, either, and the black-winded, glowing red-eyed woman immediately stumbles, falling on the ground behind Sehun, loosing her grip on her bow.
“Get away “ Tao whispers on Sehun’s lips that form a surprised, unbelieving ‘O’, and they both open their wings almost simultaneously, pure white and infinitely black feathers stirring the thin air around them.
One more look, and they disappear in opposite directions, but that one look is full of challenges, threats and promises, and even though he has chosen to walk the path of the assassins, never having the straightest morals, he knows he won’t ever tell even Yixing how he attacked one of his own to protect one that was supposed to be his enemy.
That is destined to be his enemy till their immortal lives somehow end.
A/N2: IF YOU HAPPENED TO HAVE READ ANY OF THESE, I THANK YOU SO MUCH. IF YOU ARE KIND ENOUGH TO LEAVE ANY KIND OF COMMENT TO ME, I THANK YOU EVEN MORE. And I love you.
Author: theirblinggirl
Rating: from PG to R
Pairing: Sehun/Tao
Summary: I WROTE AN AION!AU for EXO what the hell o.o Also, there is a MAMA MV!AU, and 3 random ones.
So, unexpectedly, this is the EXO pairing I enjoy writing for the second most (what is this grammar o.o) and again, whatever came to my mind... They may be somewhat OOC because really, I haven't got the slightest idea about Sehun even though I like him a lot, because SM Y U NO PUT EXO-K ON SHOWS WHERE THEY CAN TALK AND INTERACT??
A/N: So, first of all, the last one is entirely the fault of my gaming obsessions. Aion is an MMORPG that I infinitely enjoy, but I tried to write it so that even for those who don't play (it's addictive like hell) it would be understandable. I hope it worked. The two expressions I used are Abyss (here is the pic Abyss is the area between the two halves of the planet) and Aion, who is, basically, the Creator God of this universe. Also here are two concept arts for Tao and for Sehun . If anyone has any questons please ask them^^
1. Good boy
”Now comes the part where you tell me how we shouldn’t be doing this.” Sehun says, tilting his head to the side with a faint smirk, before he clicks the lighter. The small, red glow of the cigarette casts weird shadows on his pale face and Zitao watches in awe as he inhales the first puffs of smoke with a grimace.
“No, but I’m totally telling duizhang that you pulled me into it if he ever finds out” he answers slowly, the Korean syllables falling off his lips with certain unfamiliarity that makes Sehun smile.
“Always the good boy…” he shakes his head, taking one more drag of smoke before handing the cigarette to Zitao.
“Am not” the Chinese boy pouts and the sight is so comic - full, dark lips pursed together in the most childish way, cigarette hanging between his long, graceful fingers - that Sehun finds himself smiling even wider before rolling his eyes.
“C’mere” he says, eyes taking on an alarming shine and he snatches the cigarette from Zitao’s hand, taking one big gulp again, and leaning forward to press his lips across Tao’s, exhaling the smoke into his mouth.
“Oh yes you are…”
2. Butterfly
MAMA MV!AU, which actually has one more part written
Sehun’s fingers caress the fragile wings softly and absent-mindedly, as the small, yellow-ish thing descends on his palm - he should be afraid of breaking it, but he knows it must be harder to break than it looks. Because Tao is harder to break than he looks, too.
There is a faint, almost imaginary scent of roses that the butterfly brought with it and Sehun sees impossibly dark, unfathomably huge places filled with thousands of tiny petals frozen in mid-air, sees the glint of a slender blade, sees deep and longing eyes - for a second, he sees Zitao as clearly as if he was standing in front of him, although these kind of bright, open spaces have never fitted Tao.
Together, they were the Tree of Life. Apart, they are only fallen leaves, drifting in the roaring wind that whirls sand and dust and so, so much longing all around Sehun.
3. International calls
For the prompt Linkin Park - Leave out all the rest
It’s when Tao doesn’t answer to his call of “Hey come on, let’s get you some cheesecake, huh? My treat!” that Wufan tosses him his phone with a quiet “Go, call him!”
International calls are expensive - that’s what they have manager-ge’s company-paid phone for - and Tao knows that Wufan doesn’t make more money than him, and he also has his family to call occasionally, so he should be feeling grateful. But right now, he can’t focus too much because his tears blur his vision and the lights of Beijing are too bright outside the window and Qingdao is just too far but Seoul is even further and Zitao feels so, so helplessly alone that even Yixing’s soothing hand doesn’t help as he passes by.
He hesitates, fingers ghosting over the cold screen of the phone - everything feels cold, it’s a cold, icy summer and he shudders with the chills that run through his body. The screen reflects his face - it’s really ugly, Tao thinks, with his eyes all red and puffy and nose running and he doesn’t hate anything as much as he hates his crying face but he could never help it, no matter how hard he tries to keep it in, the emotions just flow and Tao is helpless and weak against them. No wushu can fight them off.
With a loud sniffle, he collects himself, his hands quickly dialing the numbers he knows by heart and the boy on the other end picks up after only a few seconds, as if he was waiting for the call.
“Hey… it’s me” Tao whispers in a hoarse voice, resenting himself for how weak he sounds.
“You’re not crying after me again, are you?” Sehun answers after several long seconds of silence - Tao holds his breath and counts them till he hears his voice.
He always does.
4. Piercings
Because Tao's piercings are just plain unfair.
It stings just the tiniest little bit - it’s intriguing and addictive at the same time, the small pain that Tao always associates with the one causing it right now; his own fingers often finding their way up to his earrings when he’s alone.
The way Sehun playfully tugs at his piercings, one at a time, with an amused smile never fails to make Tao still, just lying on his back and letting Sehun play whatever wicked game he has on his mind.
“Why do I love these so much… they should be looking ridiculous on such a baby like you” Sehun teases but Tao just grins, running a hand down Sehun’s bare back. He can feel goose bumps forming under his fingers, under the thin layer of perspiration that’s quickly drying on Sehun’s marble-pale skin. He never stops toying with the small piercings, taking one between two fingers and twisting it a little, watching the way Tao’s upper lip twitches at the feeling. He takes the next one between his teeth, flicking at it with his tongue, relishing the cold, metallic taste. Tao’s breath hitches in his throat, but he doesn’t move and Sehun doesn’t seem like he is about to get bored by this any time soon.
But Tao is okay with that - it’s almost like a small ritual that they have afterwards, and they rarely have time to fully enjoy it, not having to rush and put their clothes back on and run off to some schedule looking like nothing has happened.
“I’m thinking of maybe getting another one… somewhere else other than my ears, actually.”
5. Abyss
Aion!AU
OH SHIT YEAH I DID. Explanations up in the A/N I suggest you take a look at the pics I linked up there.
No blade has ever felt as heavy in Zitao’s hand as his sword feels now. He’s panting, forcing every intake of breath though his dry lips - it’s always been a little harder to breathe the thin, cold air of the endless Abyss that stretches into the even colder nothingness, separating their words, separating two continents that once belonged together but are now so different that their people forget how they used to be brothers and sisters.
Zitao raises his dear sword once more, his other hand grabbing the handle of his dagger, moving as quickly as he can, smooth leather boots making his steps almost inaudible before he leaps, but he’s not fast enough - not with these wounds, not against him.
Faster than the blink of an eye, vines unwind from the ground beneath his feet, wrapping around his body and in the next moment, he is unable to move - he is unarmed against the pale, white-robed figure that approaches him, careful to keep enough distance.
Zitao knows that his only chance is to get close enough to the sorcerer - he seems weak, they are all weak, constantly draining their bodies for more and more magical power and if Tao could only get behind him, two quick moves of his poisoned blades would have him falling at his feet.
“I told you we would meet again” the kid-faced sorcerer slowly says, and although Tao knows that he could be centuries old by now - he most probably is, judging by his robes and skills - the soft features almost have his determination falter. He’s seen many of these people before - defeated many of them, too, ever since he stepped into this never-ending war - and knows how fragile and soft they can seem compared to Tao’s own rough, glowing-eyed people, but secretly, he’s always admired them for their ethereal, untouchable beauty. He’d be resented by his own if he ever told that to anybody, except maybe Yixing, but priests always had slightly different views on the matter because priests of both sides have devoted their lives to the same god and the same god gave them powers to heal their people.
Tao’s own, dark, calloused skin seems as unworthy as the dirt compared to the almost-glowing, pale, silky skin of the sorcerer. He knows that because he’s touched it before, leaving angry, disturbingly red marks with his harsh, almost claw-like nails despite his best efforts.
“Release me, Sehun, and I won’t kill you” Tao growls, alarming, raw red lights still glowing in his eyes, and he tries to pull at the vines and roots immobilizing him. They hold still, but Tao knows they can’t hold forever - they can’t hold much longer, no matter how strong Sehun’s powers are. And as soon as magic fails him, Tao and his blades will gain the upper hand - if he can survive till then.
“You are in no position to threaten me… not this time, anyways” the boy laughs quietly, not even bothering to use Tao’s language since he already knows the other can understand what he says. The next second, Sehun steps dangerously close - if the vines were just the tiniest bit weaker, Tao could most likely stab him with his dagger - and with a small smile, reaches out to Tao. His breath hitches once again and his eyes fall shut, bracing himself for the worst - he’s seen Jongdae in battle enough to know how death falls from a sorcerer’s fingertips. But all he feels is soft fingertips dragged across his face gently, brushing strands of black hair out of his face, and Tao swears he can feel the warm, foreign rays of blessed sunshine that have avoided their lands since their word shattered in two. But they have been soaking the countries of Sehun’s people continuously, forming them into such delightful creatures Tao’s homeland has never seen. Delightful, but pompous, unpredictable and deadly, Tao tries to remind himself with hardly any use, because Sehun’s breath is ghosting over his skin and his fingers are lost in Tao’s hair and it’s the best and the worst feeling at the same time. Best, because no one has ever made Tao’s heart beat as rapidly as Sehun’s one touch in his entire lifetime, and that is way past a hundred years now; worst because it only lasts for a few seconds, it always does, can’t last any longer, it can’t be, they are not allowed to be…
Sehun could easily kill Tao now, and he would be in big trouble if anyone saw that he didn’t, because that is what they do - that is what their people have been doing since decades, constantly fighting for dead territory in the void coldness of the Abyss that separates them and constantly trying to avenge losses that hardly anyone remembers anymore…
But the wounds run too deep, they can never be healed, and both Tao and Sehun know it’s not even worth to try and go against the law, the prime disciplines, of their own lands.
Tao knows his eyes are not glowing with a lust for blood anymore as their gazes lock and curse everyone, curse everything, curse the war, the Abyss, curse Aion himself - Sehun is the most beautiful sight Tao has ever seen.
He looses himself in Sehun’s bright, moon-shaped eyes but his instincts register as the vines slightly loosen, which Sehun doesn’t seem to, because he is still standing right in front of Tao, gently caressing his face without words. One more moment and Tao can move his arms again - which he does, sending his dagger on it’s way with a precise move, right at his target’s heart.
Zitao always hits his target - he doesn’t miss it now, either, and the black-winded, glowing red-eyed woman immediately stumbles, falling on the ground behind Sehun, loosing her grip on her bow.
“Get away “ Tao whispers on Sehun’s lips that form a surprised, unbelieving ‘O’, and they both open their wings almost simultaneously, pure white and infinitely black feathers stirring the thin air around them.
One more look, and they disappear in opposite directions, but that one look is full of challenges, threats and promises, and even though he has chosen to walk the path of the assassins, never having the straightest morals, he knows he won’t ever tell even Yixing how he attacked one of his own to protect one that was supposed to be his enemy.
That is destined to be his enemy till their immortal lives somehow end.
A/N2: IF YOU HAPPENED TO HAVE READ ANY OF THESE, I THANK YOU SO MUCH. IF YOU ARE KIND ENOUGH TO LEAVE ANY KIND OF COMMENT TO ME, I THANK YOU EVEN MORE. And I love you.