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robot!au, seungho/joon
“You’re Seungho,” Joon says with certainty, but it still sounds like a question.
“Yeah, I am,” Seungho says, a small smile on his lips. “And you’re Joon.”
Joon pauses for a moment, and Seungho can actually see the wheels turning inside his head - Seungho still hasn’t put on the top part of Joon’s skull, and all the inner mechanics are still very visible. ”You made me.”
another robot!au, joon/thunder
Sanghyun is one of the newer models available, and Seungho has never seen one of them injured, and he’s never had one inside his shop before. The Sanghyun is tall and thin and it has a nice smile, but it’s holding its own torn off arm in the other hand.
“They call me Thunder,” the Sanghyun says, and Seungho nods at him and directs him to sit next to a Changsun model called Joon that had caught a virus and half of his memory bank had been deleted.
“I’m Joon,” Joon says, and smiles at Thunder, only glancing at the silvery threads sticking out of Thunder’s shoulder for a moment. “And that’s my human.”
“We’re robots,” Thunder says. “We don’t have humans. They have us.”
“I’m not a robot,” Joon says, and stares at Thunder. “I’m human.”
“Humans don’t usually own other humans,” Thunder says. “That’s called slavery. And besides, I know you’re a robot - one of my features is recognizing life, and you’re electronical.”
Joon is silent, and looks away from Thunder to study Seungho treating other broken robots, and then he looks back, and he looks so confused that Thunder just wants to shut him off or anything, just to make him stop looking like that.
“I’m human,” Joon whispers. “I’m human?”
Thunder just nods.
baby!au, jinwoon/chansung
“Hey,” Chansung says, pulling out his thumb from his mouth, frowning. “I’m hungry.”
Jinwoon doesn’t look up from his train set, and instead he crashes a locomotive into another one over again and again. “You’re always hungry. Teacher says you’re not allowed to eat.”
“I am allowed to eat! Chansung protests.
“No, you’ll get fat,” Jinwoon says seriously, and starts playing with a car instead. “Really really really fat.”
lawyer!au, mir & g.o
Byunghee is used to a certain sense of privacy, especially inside the dark halls of the office building where they all worked. Cheolyong is anything but private and calm, and it doesn’t really annoy Byunghee - it’s more like he wants the tie the younger to a chair and put duct tape on his mouth.
“Hyung!” Cheolyong says loudly when he walks into Byunghee’s office that morning, carrying a large basket of what looked like apples. “Hyung! How are you?”
“I’m busy,” Byunghee says. “I’m working on a case.”
“Oh, can I help?”
“No,” Byunghee frowns. “I’m not supposed to take care of you, you’re Seungho’s student.”
“Seungho’s mean,” Cheolyong says, and sits down in one of the chair standing against the walls. “And he eats all the time.”
bro!taeckhun however you want to interpret it go
(bro = bridge in swedish ok)
Once upon a time there was a young prince named Nichkhun. He was so handsome and his brows were so big everyone in the country, and all other countries loved him.
When he was old enough to get married, his grandmother, the queen sent out knights looking for a perfect match for the prince.
They came back with a beautiful girl, but she didn’t speak his language, and he didn’t speak hers.
“I do not wish to marry her,” the prince told his grandmother. “She is beautiful, but she is not for me.”
When the translators told the girl what Nichkhun had said, she got really angry.
“I curse you,” she said. “You will turn into stone just as cold as your heart, and people will walk on you every day, and you will remain like that until someone falls in love with you.”
And as soon as she said it, he was turned into a bridge. The queen grandmother and the prince’s parents grieved, and so did the rest of the world.
Several hundred years later, Nichkhun awoke from a deep slumber when a young man sat on his railing. Every day he returned to the same place, sitting and looking out over the river, sometimes kicking the bridge in time with the music the man was listening to.
“Hm,” the man said out loud. “I really love this bridge.”
And so the curse was broken, and the two of them fell into the bridge, clutching each other.
“What the hell,” the man said.
“You have saved me,” Nichkhun said, and hugged the man when they were both out of the water. “I owe you one, bro”
social-networking!au, chansung/junho
emperorjunho says: hey
emperorjunho says: hey!
emperorjunho says: chansung
emperorjunho says: i’ve goot food
war!au, canada & america
Alfred clutches Matthew’s arm tightly, watching the fight through thick windows. Far away in the distance, they can see the flashes of of the battle, playing out against the dark sky.
“It’s going to be okay,” Alfred says, and Matthew tries not to notice the tremble in his voice. “We’re going to win, and everything will be okay.”
Matthew doesn’t want to say anything, can’t think of anything to say. He wants to be fighting too, and he knows Matthew wants to fight, but they’re the symbols of their joined empires, they are the emperors. The people can’t be without them.
Matthew grips Alfred’s hand in his own. “We’re going to win.”
animal!au, seungho/victoria
Seungho is just a bit too fat, and he’s a bit too sleepy all the time, but his love for picking fights with the younger cats make up for that. Victoria, a young Chinese White, doesn’t count though - he likes to sleep next to her, curled up, with Victoria curled around him.
hp!au, seungho/joon/mir
When Cheolyong gets sorted, Changsun is barely older than him, but he’s old enough to take Cheolyong by the arm and show him everything he might’ve missed otherwise, and they don’t care that Changsun is a Hufflepuff and Cheolyong is a Gryffindor.
“I know where the kitchen is,” Changsun tells Cheolyong quietly, glancing around to make sure nobody is listening. Nobody is.
They sneak out of the library - nobody notices anyway, and if they did, they wouldn’t care. Changsun gets lost a few times, and then they just wander around until they recognize where they are again.
The kitchen is hidden behind a painting on one of the floors, and as they step inside, a Slytherin boy, carrying as much food as he can, step out. He doesn’t drop any of the food, but he glares at them darkly until they step aside.
“Who was that?” Cheolyong whispers as soon as he thinks the Slythering can’t hear him anymore.
“That was Yang Seungho,” Changsun says, and then he hesitates for a moment and says: “He’s a Slytherin.”
super powers!au, seungho/mir
“Does it hurt a lot?” Cheolyong asks quietly when Seungho bends over the sink again, coughing up his lungs. The small stones land in the sink with a few wet, tingling sounds, and Seungho spits out the blood that gathered in his mouth.
Seungho glares at Cheolyong, knowing that his throat is too raw to speak. Instead he just rinses the precious stones carefully under water, inspecting them, and sorting them by colour.
you're in hufflepuff? why are you in hufflepuff omg. no one goes to hufflepuff!!! - mblaq
Seungho stares at Changsun, slowly taking in the way his tie isn’t done properly, or how his shirt is slightly too wrinkly, but mostly how everything is trimmed in the same, horrible yellow and black.
“You’re in Hufflepuff?” Seungho says, frowning. “Whay are you in Hufflepuff?”
“The hat put me in Hufflepluff?” Changsun says, confused. “Why are you in Slytherin?”
“It’s cause I’m awesome,” Seungho says. “But nobody goes to Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff is dumb.”
office!au, seungho/mir
“You hiding from Changsun?” Seungho asks as soon as Cheolyong sits down on the chair next to him, hugging his backpack to his chest. Cheolyong nods.
“He’s hiding from you too,” Seungho says, grinning when Cheolyong looks surprised. “I keep wondering how you two get anything done.”
“He doesn’t like me,” Cheolyong says. “So I thought I’d make it easier for him.”
“He likes you well enough,” Seungho says. “He’s just not used to having to look after someone else. Plus, if you’re avoiding him, your making his work more difficult.”
Cheolyong grimaces.
“He’s going to Germany soon, isn’t he,” Cheolyong says. “Everyone’s talking about it - Sanghyun told me.”
“Jihoon didn’t have that many to choose from,” Seungho shrugs. “Mostly cause I didn’t want to.”
I WILL SHIT ON EVERYTHING YOU LOVE - park jay bum and okcat
I will shit on everything you love, Taekyeon says, purring loudly, licking his paws smugly. Jaebum smiles slightly and moves to rub one of Taekyeon’s ear. Stupid human.
long distance relationship!au, seungho/victoria
“Hey, Seungho,” Byunghee asks over the stacks of paper taking over his desk. “Do you want to go drinking tonight?”
Seungho shakes his head and shrugs apologetically. “Can’t. I need to finish this.”
Byunghee grimaces, but leaves Seungho alone and gets up to get his jacket. Seungho waits until he’s competely sure Byunghe has left before getting up himself, hurriedly getting his things before anyone sees him.
He drives his car as fast home as he dares, avoiding long queues and red lights, making sure he gets home as quickly as possible.
When he gets home, he makes a few sandwiches, before sitting on the couch, his phone laying on the table in front of him.
At exactly eight, the phone rings, and Seungho picks up, relieved.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hi,” Victoria’s voice says.
“You’re Seungho,” Joon says with certainty, but it still sounds like a question.
“Yeah, I am,” Seungho says, a small smile on his lips. “And you’re Joon.”
Joon pauses for a moment, and Seungho can actually see the wheels turning inside his head - Seungho still hasn’t put on the top part of Joon’s skull, and all the inner mechanics are still very visible. ”You made me.”
another robot!au, joon/thunder
Sanghyun is one of the newer models available, and Seungho has never seen one of them injured, and he’s never had one inside his shop before. The Sanghyun is tall and thin and it has a nice smile, but it’s holding its own torn off arm in the other hand.
“They call me Thunder,” the Sanghyun says, and Seungho nods at him and directs him to sit next to a Changsun model called Joon that had caught a virus and half of his memory bank had been deleted.
“I’m Joon,” Joon says, and smiles at Thunder, only glancing at the silvery threads sticking out of Thunder’s shoulder for a moment. “And that’s my human.”
“We’re robots,” Thunder says. “We don’t have humans. They have us.”
“I’m not a robot,” Joon says, and stares at Thunder. “I’m human.”
“Humans don’t usually own other humans,” Thunder says. “That’s called slavery. And besides, I know you’re a robot - one of my features is recognizing life, and you’re electronical.”
Joon is silent, and looks away from Thunder to study Seungho treating other broken robots, and then he looks back, and he looks so confused that Thunder just wants to shut him off or anything, just to make him stop looking like that.
“I’m human,” Joon whispers. “I’m human?”
Thunder just nods.
baby!au, jinwoon/chansung
“Hey,” Chansung says, pulling out his thumb from his mouth, frowning. “I’m hungry.”
Jinwoon doesn’t look up from his train set, and instead he crashes a locomotive into another one over again and again. “You’re always hungry. Teacher says you’re not allowed to eat.”
“I am allowed to eat! Chansung protests.
“No, you’ll get fat,” Jinwoon says seriously, and starts playing with a car instead. “Really really really fat.”
lawyer!au, mir & g.o
Byunghee is used to a certain sense of privacy, especially inside the dark halls of the office building where they all worked. Cheolyong is anything but private and calm, and it doesn’t really annoy Byunghee - it’s more like he wants the tie the younger to a chair and put duct tape on his mouth.
“Hyung!” Cheolyong says loudly when he walks into Byunghee’s office that morning, carrying a large basket of what looked like apples. “Hyung! How are you?”
“I’m busy,” Byunghee says. “I’m working on a case.”
“Oh, can I help?”
“No,” Byunghee frowns. “I’m not supposed to take care of you, you’re Seungho’s student.”
“Seungho’s mean,” Cheolyong says, and sits down in one of the chair standing against the walls. “And he eats all the time.”
bro!taeckhun however you want to interpret it go
(bro = bridge in swedish ok)
Once upon a time there was a young prince named Nichkhun. He was so handsome and his brows were so big everyone in the country, and all other countries loved him.
When he was old enough to get married, his grandmother, the queen sent out knights looking for a perfect match for the prince.
They came back with a beautiful girl, but she didn’t speak his language, and he didn’t speak hers.
“I do not wish to marry her,” the prince told his grandmother. “She is beautiful, but she is not for me.”
When the translators told the girl what Nichkhun had said, she got really angry.
“I curse you,” she said. “You will turn into stone just as cold as your heart, and people will walk on you every day, and you will remain like that until someone falls in love with you.”
And as soon as she said it, he was turned into a bridge. The queen grandmother and the prince’s parents grieved, and so did the rest of the world.
Several hundred years later, Nichkhun awoke from a deep slumber when a young man sat on his railing. Every day he returned to the same place, sitting and looking out over the river, sometimes kicking the bridge in time with the music the man was listening to.
“Hm,” the man said out loud. “I really love this bridge.”
And so the curse was broken, and the two of them fell into the bridge, clutching each other.
“What the hell,” the man said.
“You have saved me,” Nichkhun said, and hugged the man when they were both out of the water. “I owe you one, bro”
social-networking!au, chansung/junho
emperorjunho says: hey
emperorjunho says: hey!
emperorjunho says: chansung
emperorjunho says: i’ve goot food
war!au, canada & america
Alfred clutches Matthew’s arm tightly, watching the fight through thick windows. Far away in the distance, they can see the flashes of of the battle, playing out against the dark sky.
“It’s going to be okay,” Alfred says, and Matthew tries not to notice the tremble in his voice. “We’re going to win, and everything will be okay.”
Matthew doesn’t want to say anything, can’t think of anything to say. He wants to be fighting too, and he knows Matthew wants to fight, but they’re the symbols of their joined empires, they are the emperors. The people can’t be without them.
Matthew grips Alfred’s hand in his own. “We’re going to win.”
animal!au, seungho/victoria
Seungho is just a bit too fat, and he’s a bit too sleepy all the time, but his love for picking fights with the younger cats make up for that. Victoria, a young Chinese White, doesn’t count though - he likes to sleep next to her, curled up, with Victoria curled around him.
hp!au, seungho/joon/mir
When Cheolyong gets sorted, Changsun is barely older than him, but he’s old enough to take Cheolyong by the arm and show him everything he might’ve missed otherwise, and they don’t care that Changsun is a Hufflepuff and Cheolyong is a Gryffindor.
“I know where the kitchen is,” Changsun tells Cheolyong quietly, glancing around to make sure nobody is listening. Nobody is.
They sneak out of the library - nobody notices anyway, and if they did, they wouldn’t care. Changsun gets lost a few times, and then they just wander around until they recognize where they are again.
The kitchen is hidden behind a painting on one of the floors, and as they step inside, a Slytherin boy, carrying as much food as he can, step out. He doesn’t drop any of the food, but he glares at them darkly until they step aside.
“Who was that?” Cheolyong whispers as soon as he thinks the Slythering can’t hear him anymore.
“That was Yang Seungho,” Changsun says, and then he hesitates for a moment and says: “He’s a Slytherin.”
super powers!au, seungho/mir
“Does it hurt a lot?” Cheolyong asks quietly when Seungho bends over the sink again, coughing up his lungs. The small stones land in the sink with a few wet, tingling sounds, and Seungho spits out the blood that gathered in his mouth.
Seungho glares at Cheolyong, knowing that his throat is too raw to speak. Instead he just rinses the precious stones carefully under water, inspecting them, and sorting them by colour.
you're in hufflepuff? why are you in hufflepuff omg. no one goes to hufflepuff!!! - mblaq
Seungho stares at Changsun, slowly taking in the way his tie isn’t done properly, or how his shirt is slightly too wrinkly, but mostly how everything is trimmed in the same, horrible yellow and black.
“You’re in Hufflepuff?” Seungho says, frowning. “Whay are you in Hufflepuff?”
“The hat put me in Hufflepluff?” Changsun says, confused. “Why are you in Slytherin?”
“It’s cause I’m awesome,” Seungho says. “But nobody goes to Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff is dumb.”
office!au, seungho/mir
“You hiding from Changsun?” Seungho asks as soon as Cheolyong sits down on the chair next to him, hugging his backpack to his chest. Cheolyong nods.
“He’s hiding from you too,” Seungho says, grinning when Cheolyong looks surprised. “I keep wondering how you two get anything done.”
“He doesn’t like me,” Cheolyong says. “So I thought I’d make it easier for him.”
“He likes you well enough,” Seungho says. “He’s just not used to having to look after someone else. Plus, if you’re avoiding him, your making his work more difficult.”
Cheolyong grimaces.
“He’s going to Germany soon, isn’t he,” Cheolyong says. “Everyone’s talking about it - Sanghyun told me.”
“Jihoon didn’t have that many to choose from,” Seungho shrugs. “Mostly cause I didn’t want to.”
I WILL SHIT ON EVERYTHING YOU LOVE - park jay bum and okcat
I will shit on everything you love, Taekyeon says, purring loudly, licking his paws smugly. Jaebum smiles slightly and moves to rub one of Taekyeon’s ear. Stupid human.
long distance relationship!au, seungho/victoria
“Hey, Seungho,” Byunghee asks over the stacks of paper taking over his desk. “Do you want to go drinking tonight?”
Seungho shakes his head and shrugs apologetically. “Can’t. I need to finish this.”
Byunghee grimaces, but leaves Seungho alone and gets up to get his jacket. Seungho waits until he’s competely sure Byunghe has left before getting up himself, hurriedly getting his things before anyone sees him.
He drives his car as fast home as he dares, avoiding long queues and red lights, making sure he gets home as quickly as possible.
When he gets home, he makes a few sandwiches, before sitting on the couch, his phone laying on the table in front of him.
At exactly eight, the phone rings, and Seungho picks up, relieved.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hi,” Victoria’s voice says.