Cimmerian
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- NCT (Band) (5)
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"You can't love me," Jisung says. They are looking at Renjun for once. "I'm dust and dirt and nothing more now. You can't love me, hyung."
Renjun shivers a little. He knows how this goes. How this has gone.
"The earth is dust and dirt and nothing more," he says. "You are my world."
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"Injun-full is a sweet feeling, Injun-less is a no no, you get me?”
The sunset paints Renjun’s cheeks with a soft dusty pink that makes it seem like he’s blushing. (How cute, Chenle thinks, resisting the urge to pinch his cheeks.)
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Renjun waltzes into Chenle's heart at the tender age of 14, looks around once, takes off his cool-kid glasses, and decides we're renovating.
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“It ends here.”
The room smells somewhat warm and mellow, a sweet undertone to it, thicker and darker than the last time. The fire lights everything in a fiery glow. Like death and decay.
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There’s a certain sense of muted relief in giving in to destruction, Mark supposes. In giving up and giving in.
Watching the water rise around him, cover the spiral of his life and leave behind shattered ruins.
Objectively, he knows he should do something to stop the destruction. It’s his life. But there is morbid satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get. How long until he breaks.
When you’re drowning, you don’t actually inhale until the last possible moment. The instinct to survive is so strong that it stops you, right up until a moment before you black out.
And Mark has been holding his breath for more than half his life now. The suffocation is bound to get into his brain after all. Maybe it’s time for him to inhale and let things go.
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Furnished rooms," Doyoung says, swirling the liquid in his glass so that it catches the light, "are there for those who need them. Anyone who finds them is never the one who does not need something."
The houses in the west part of the city have thousands of people living in them, changing rooms and lives as if they were simply roles one puts on for a play—they are theatre people, after all. Homeless and yet, they have hundreds of homes. Transients in heart, mind, and living places. However, the young man who comes knocking every door in their town isn't a theatre person, nor is he looking for a roof over his head. He's searching for a boy. "A boy with brown hair and a small scar under his left eye," he tells them. It is Kim Doyoung's house that he stops at, and for the first time in as long as anyone in the town can remember, a guest is going to stay in one of his famed furnished rooms.
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Jaemin couldn’t say that he was expecting to find a still-cursing Jeno, hair mussed and curly from the steam, a frying pan tucked precariously into the crook of his arm, hip lodged against the door of the oven, cradling his injured hand.
Or that the oven would be smoking alarmingly.
Or that their microwave would be covered in splattered white stuff.
Everything else looked totally normal though.
(The corporate burnout and domestic fluff NoMin AU that no one asked for)
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27 Mar 2023
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“Promise me that if this doesn’t go well, things won’t be too awkward?” Jeno mumbled, hiding the tray from Jaemin’s view until he answered.
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Maybe relationships really are about taking a leap of faith.
In between executing a brilliant plan to torment Huang Renjun and being flustered by Chenle's beauty, Jisung tries to find the courage to talk to Chenle about their current relationship status...and his identity.
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- Part 2 of NCT Hogwarts AU
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24 Mar 2023
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“Zhong Chenle, Park Jisung, I am going to kill both of you and feed your entrails to the squid!"
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He lunged at Jisung as if to put him in a chokehold, only to be held back by Jaemin, who had leapt up from his spot next to Jeno the moment Renjun had arrived, his face unamused, almost bored, even.
“Now, now,” he admonished Renjun, picking up him and setting him down on the bench across from Chenle and Jisung, “we don’t want to go to Azkaban for murder now, do we? It’s not even eight in the morning yet.” -
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"Please baby?" Jeno tried, cupping Jaemin's cheek and stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. His skin was as soft as it usually was, and Jeno was a little distracted by the smooth texture. “You might seriously need help. There could be something really wrong.”
Jaemin pouted harder, hand emerging from the fleece to push Jeno’s hand off his cheek and frown. "Don't call me 'baby'. That's cheating." He shook his hair out of his face, huffing a breath to get his bangs out of his eyes. It seemed the blanket only made it more static-y, and Jeno suppressed a giggle when it clung to the tip of Jaemin’s nose instead.
(Jaemin's been sick for a while so Jeno offers to take his boyfriend to the doctor. Jaemin is less than pleased.)Bookmarked by Cimmerian
21 Mar 2023
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"You passed college entrance exams! Didn’t we agree nothing could ever be worse?”
“No, I distinctly remember you deciding that nothing would ever top exams. I said that you were just deluding yourself.”
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He supposes it’s poetic, as he watches Donghyuck pace the gardens below, paws leaving gouges in the pristine, white snow. They are all trapped in this castle, frozen in time and in spirit, the world whirling past outside of their bubble at a speed that Jeno will never match, no matter how fast he swings. Maybe there will even be writers and poets and songwriters who will romanticize their tragedies one day.
Bookmarked by Cimmerian
20 Mar 2023
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"Every day, Jeno becomes more clock than human, more metal than spirit, more wood than flesh. / It won’t be long before he is nothing more than nuts and bolts."
ALSO: "As the only inhabitant of the castle who can't walk around, it's pretty annoying to be stuck upstairs in the East Wing away from the rest of the staff, not to mention he used to be a musician. How does that translate to a tailor ?" -
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“You’ll move on.” Renjun’s voice is shaky when he presses on, his whole frame starting to tremble. “You’re going to live forever, remember? In fifty years, you won’t even remember my face.”
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- Part 1 of Love-Drunk (Intoxicated)
Bookmarked by Cimmerian
17 Mar 2023
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"Renjun’s eyes burn like a solar flare, and Donghyuck is moving towards him instinctively before Renjun can even begin to reach out."