17 Works by Akiko_chaan
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Lando Norris has spent the better part of the past seven years trying to avoid thinking of a certain someone – in general, and specifically in any and all inappropriate context – for his own sanity of mind. His resolution for the new year: Continue down that path, do not exit the highway. There are no signs he won’t be able to keep up the charade – at least until it’s 10:53 PM on New Year’s Eve at a shitty house party in Monte Carlo, and he’s in a bathroom, on his knees, in front of none other than Carlos Sainz.
You know what they say: The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
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Lando, chronic overthinker and first-time runaway, has no cash and needs a room; Carlos, Christmas-decoration-addictee and owner of the small London hotel 'Cozy Corner', has an empty room and needs an employee for the festive season.
What looks like a perfect match soon proves to be more complicated than they thought: Lando can't stand Christmas, Carlos can't stand Lando, and the secret Lando's so keen on keeping might not stand a chance much longer either if Carlos keeps looking at him like this ...
Or: Lando joins the Christmas-manic staff of one London hotel and falls in love with its owner - what could go wrong?
(Spoiler: A lot.)[This story will be posted as an advent calendar. New chapter uploaded every day until December 24th. Happy Christmas season!]
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"Your homeland," he says. "Is it that dear to you?"
"It is my life," Max answers. "My family has been chosen by the Gods. The birthright runs in my very blood. I would not expect a peasant like you to understand."
Spite sparkles in the boy's eyes like stars in the sea as he steps closer, and Max could swear he's looked into them before, though he cannot seem to recall when. "All I know is that blood is what keeps our hearts beating, but its colour does not determine the compassion inside of them. A brave man is not found by looking at his blood. He's marked by his choice of who to bleed for."
"Who have you bled for, then?", Max counters.
The boy raises his eyebrows, venom dripping off his next words. "Oh," he answers, "whoever pays the most to cut me open, Your Highness."The Eastern Kingdom, Year 295 After The Comet: To fulfill his destiny of saving his decaying land, there is only one choice for the Northern prince: Marriage with the blossoming desert kingdom's princess. But prosperity comes at a price. Among the slaves marked with red paint rests a boy with green eyes and an unusual gift. And as the Gods answer prayers and war brews, both might find their destiny to be different than expected.
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"What do you want?" Jinyoung whispers.
"To see you smile." Yugyeom is breathless. "When my heart started adding 'because of me', I don't know."Or:
Yugyeom works in a candy shop. Jinyoung's a business man. How were they supposed to know they'd turn each other's life around? -
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Having grown up in hospitals, the smell of disinfectant is like the perfume of someone you know to Taehyung.
Not that Taehyung knows a lot about people and the perfumes they wear. His confident self is rather reluctant to admit there are three things he has absolutely no idea about: maths, normality and humans.
Jeon Jungkook might be just one of them.
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"Maybe that’s the problem. No one’s ever Jungkook except for Jungkook. Taehyung’s tired of trying to love other people."
Taehyung breaks his wrist as a child. Growing up with Jungkook, it was dumb thinking he'd never break anything else again.
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Jinyoung can control himself.
Except for when Yugyeom’s around him.
Control is hard when it comes to Yugyeom, and control’s the one thing keeping Jinyoung sane.
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Maybe, maybe, some day, somewhere and at some point, those streaks of paint will be replaced with his fingertips, and so it's okay.
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"I ... I just wanted to say", I stuttered, my lips dry, "that I really like it when you hold my hand. So, I mean, you don't have to apologize because I like it and you can hold, I mean, if you want to, maybe, you can really hold my hand whenever you want to."
Kihyun doesn't speak.
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Kihyun anxiously bit on his lip, willing his hand to stop tapping the pencil against his sketchbook. This was fine, this was okay, he was doing good--
Changkyun seemed to take a deep breath, laying his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, and pulled them down. "Is this ... okay, hyung?"
The pencil snapped out of his hands. God, Kihyun wanted to set himself on fire.Or, alternatively: Kihyun has to do a nude sketch for his art lecture and his friends helpfully advise him to ask Changkyun, a.k.a. the boy that is his best friend, a.k.a. the boy he has had a crush on for ages. It happens what had to happen.
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Love was such a strange and painful thing and Changkyun was so tired of pretending Kihyun didn't mean anything to him.
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"So what if I did it on purpose?", he continued, his voice just deep enough to destroy Kihyun's last doubt as he detached his tongue from Kihyun's earlobe. "Would you punish me then, hyung?"
His fingers on Kihyun's shoulder were wandering lower, brushing over the cloth of his shirt just hard enough for him to feel the touch on his hip. Kihyun tried to hold back, his teeth coming down to bite on his lip, his body involuntarily leaning towards Changkyun, aching to be closer to him.
Because he knew where this was going - he always did. And Changkyun did, too. Both of them knew he was doing this on purpose, and Changkyun knew just too well how much Kihyun loved it.
Changkyun clicked his tongue. "Because I rather think it's you who likes to get punished."
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A Universe So Big, In A Body So Small by Akiko_chaan for BlackShade
Fandoms: Monsta X (Band)
24 Dec 2017
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"When I was younger", Kihyun says all of a sudden and Changkyun looks up, "I always wished for someone to love me."
He could get lost in Kihyun's eyes, because they are as deep as the sea and hold more inside of them than the universe."What are you wishing for this year?", Kihyun asks, and Changkyun knows that this might be the moment to say something, anything to let him know. But he can hear screaming from the television in the living room, and the sounds of Kihyun's knife on the cutting board, and he bites down on his lip, because the perfect moment may never come, but he still hopes it will.
"Can I tell you tomorrow?", he asks, and it feels like he is asking the universe.
Kihyun looks up, and nods, a smile on his lips. And so it is decided. Changkyun knows for what he wishes, but he doesn't know if Kihyun will be able to fulfil his wish. -
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His hands were fumbling with the sheets, his body turning to the side, but Kihyun’s next movement made him stop every single one of his attempts to cover himself; the older was taking a step forward, his fingers curling around the wood of the bedframe as he swallowed hard, looking down at Changkyun.
“Tell me”, he said breathlessly, his voice almost sounding like a moan in Changkyun’s ears, “What were you doing just now … in my bed?”
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There were three times Changkyun woke Kihyun up in the middle of the night.
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If Changkyun had a choice, he would wish to never see anyone die again.
But he hasn't.And the moment his vision clears and he sees Kihyun smiling at him, he knows he will never be able to let him go for the rest of his time.
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He felt his eyes get wet as Dongmin held the flowers like they were something fragile, smelling them.
"Do you like them?"
"I love them."
I love you.Dongmin's favorite flowers are forget-me-not.
Moonbin wonders if he'd still like them if he knew Moonbin coughed them up every night because of him.{won best angst fanfiction in Annual Astro Fanfic Awards}