Mar. 20th, 2016

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Title: Fish are Friends
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Chanyeol-centric, slight Chanyeol/D.O
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, words
Summary: Chanyeol has magic and a fish farm and uses both to have friends. 




The garden is quiet when Chanyeol enters it that morning, the wooden gates swinging shut behind him with a lazy wave of his hand. It'd be more disturbing if there had been noises other than the calling of the birds and the buzzing of the insects and the babbling of the brook that fed into his carefully maintained pond. After all, no one was allowed in or out without his permission.

"Minseok hyung," he calls out, looking around for the groundskeeper. Unlike the rest of Chanyeol's attendants who are in charge of taking care of his estate, Minseok works and resides solely in the garden, "it's Chanyeol. I'm bored."

He hears a scoff, but when Chanyeol turns his head to look over, there's a smile on Minseok's face as he makes his way over. "I'm sure you probably have some business back in the main house to settle," he says. There's a hint of disapproval in his voice, a warning that Chanyeol should probably perform his duties properly for once. However, despite their ages, Chanyeol is the master and Minseok is the servant, and all the side-eyeing in the world couldn't change that. Or it shouldn't anyway, because the narrowing of Minseok's sharp eyes makes the guilt in his gut burn a little more than he likes.

"But business is boring. I wanna hang out here instead," Chanyeol whines. Minseok has, unfortunately, long since developed quite a bit of immunity towards his antics though, far better at resisting than most of the people forced to deal with Chanyeol on a daily basis. The look on his face is utterly unimpressed as he stands there, the sole obstacle to the lazy day of Chanyeol's dreams.

Honestly, there's no reason for him to still kick up a fuss about it the way he does every time this happens anyway. The situation's not even really that unusual seeing as Chanyeol spends half of his time lounging in the garden, sunbathing and swimming and sleeping and wasting time in general. Sometimes casting little spells he'd get in trouble for anywhere else because what if something caught on fire, Chanyeol?! or stop levitating the dishware, Chanyeol! No, it doesn't matter that you can fix it!

"C'mon, hyung, please," he continues when Minseok makes no sign of uncrossing his arms and undoing his frown, "just for an hour or two? I need to take care of the fish anyway, I'm sure they miss me."

At the mention of the garden's other inhabitants, Minseok visibly wavers. Chanyeol holds back a sharp-toothed grin and waits.

"Well... I suppose it's about time you spent some time with them," Minseok admits, "Kyungsoo in particular has been getting rather grumpy."

Chanyeol laughs, as loud and obnoxious as he wants. "Kyungsoo's always in a mood with me, but if it's you saying so, then I guess I'll have to do something about it."

Really he'd been thinking of taking out Sehun or Jongin today, but he could easily just do that another day. Tomorrow even. It's been a long time since he's spent time with Kyungsoo anyway, though, he's pretty sure that has more to do with the fish swimming away every time Chanyeol reaches out to stroke his shiny black scales.

"So where is the little guy?" he asks, trailing behind Minseok as they both walk over to the large pond taking up half the space in the garden. He's answered not by his groundskeeper, but by a splash from the water, aimed precisely so that the legs of his pants are speckled with water. "Ah. There he is. That's not nice, Kyungsoo-yah."

A carp smaller than many of the others stares up at him from under the water with large, unblinking eyes. completely unrepentant. It has a certain charm to it, making it hard for Chanyeol to feel even a prickle of irritation.

Chanyeol bends down, hunching over so he's as close to the water as possible. "Hey, ready for some exercise?" Without waiting for an answer, he reaches out so that his hand is hovering over Kyungsoo in the water. After a little bit of finger wiggling and a whole lot of concentration, he and Minseok watch as the fish starts growing in size, his body warping. His fins stretch into long, wide sleeves with delicate fingers peeking out past the hemline, his tail splitting into two clothed legs. His face completely changes shape and color, and by the end of the whole mess, there's a short young man dressed in a glimmering black hanbok standing in the shallow pond water.

"Don't call me little," Kyungsoo grumbles as he makes his way out. By the time he's on dry land, there's not a drop of water on him. "What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have work to do?"

"You and Minseok hyung are way too similar," Chanyeol laughs, standing back up and wrapping an arm around Kyungsoo's narrow shoulders. "By the way, I missed you too."

Kyungsoo elbows him away, turning to look at Minseok with accusing eyes. "You said you wouldn't say anything, hyung."

Minseok holds up both hands in surrender, but he's smiling too. "But you got what you wanted, right?"

There's no need for Chanyeol to wait for an answer, not when he can see Kyungsoo's newly formed ears going red underneath his dark hair. He reaches out for Kyungsoo again, draping himself all over that tiny body, and unsurprisingly, pleasantly, this time Kyungsoo doesn't shove him off.







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: Originally meant for Round 2 of EIWAU, but because of impatient anons, the mod decided to end the round early and do a sudden death for the six eliminated teams as Round 2.5. Honestly, if that's the way it was gonna be, this wouldn't have been Chanyeol/D.O, but Chanyeol/Sehun instead since it was originally based off of the
Ceci interview from the photoshoot Chanyeol and Sehun did together. In the interview, Sehun said that Chanyeol is basically running a fish farm, which is another way of saying he's basically managing a harem, which is another way of saying he's managing a lot of friends haha. 
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Title: The Same Old Thing
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric, implied one-sided Lay/Sehun
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble, 1170 words
Summary: A day in the life of vampire carpenter Kim Junmyeon.




Most people take one look at Junmyeon -- at his tiny frame and smooth hands and large glasses and thick sweaters -- and immediately deem him unworthy of his trade. Nevermind that he's been in business for years, that he's accrued even the most unnecessary of certifications. Just because he isn't all rippling abs and ninety kilos of pure muscle covered in a healthy layer of sawdust doesn't mean he's not good at his job.

"It's just that you're so small. And you look like you'd cut your hand off with your own table saw," Chanyeol explains unhelpfully, which is exactly when Junmyeon starts to shove him out of the store. "No, wait, ajusshi-"

"Hyung."

"But aren't you like a hundred years old--"

"Hyung," Junmyeon emphasizes, his smile even more strained as they widen enough to expose his fangs, "Don't make me repeat myself, Park Chanyeol."

It's not much of a threat to be honest. Chanyeol's family has a long history of being regulars -- high paying and loyal, everything a craftsman could dream of barring having to deal with constant reminders of their scion's personality faults -- and Junmyeon couldn't lift a finger against Chanyeol himself even if he wanted to, except maybe to flick at his forehead.

However, on most days, it doesn't seem like Chanyeol is actually aware of that little fact. Whether he understands exactly how much power his family wields in Seoul's Underground still isn't all that clear even after years of knowing each other, but Junmyeon has no idea how else they explain getting away with all of Chanyeol's accidents besides the three B's: bribery, blackmail, and beatings.

"Your order will be ready in two weeks. I'll send an email," Junmyeon says, polite and formal as always.

"Two weeks?!" Chanyeol asks, as if that wasn't the usual amount of time it took Junmyeon to take care of one of his orders, "But hyung, what am I going to do with them until then? They won't have anywhere to sleep!"

"You'll manage. This isn't your first time. I have confidence in you," Junmyeon recites, just like every other time they've gone through this mess because of Chanyeol's lack of impulse control.

As soon as his, admittedly best, customer has been shoved past the threshold of the store, Junmyeon withdraws his hands. His security system will handle the rest. He watches with no small amount of satisfaction as Chanyeol knocks on the glass doors with the saddest of puppy dog faces.

"Park Chanyeol, you are no longer welcome here," Junmyeon states very clearly, sealing the deal and the wards. Chanyeol's face somehow manages to look even more miserable, so he adds a quiet "for now" to soften the blow. But it doesn't change the fact that their business has been settled and Chanyeol no longer has a reason for loitering in his store.

Thankfully, there's enough history between the two of them that Chanyeol knows better than to push his luck by even attempting to make it past the wards, so it's little surprise that he doesn't bother sticking around the storefront long after that. Even he has to abide by the laws of invitation, no matter whose spawn he is. And now that Junmyeon can finally hear the poppy music playing over his speakers once again, he can relax. Mindless idol music really is a pleasant alternative to Chanyeol's boisterousness, almost sounds like a reward for having dealt with his fellow vampire for as long as he had.

He gets maybe an hour to himself, swaying back and forth to the beats of each song and mouthing the words silently as he takes a seat and starts drafting up the designs for his latest commissions. More often than not, business is always this slow -- carpentry isn't exactly a highly sought after craft nowadays and not many people appreciate a properly made coffin anymore -- but during times like this, he can't say he really minds it too much. A century is a long time to get used to slow days.

The first draft of the latest set of caskets is almost done, and he's just starting adjust the dimensions to fit the size of Chanyeol's latest recruits when the bell above the front door chimes. The only thing that stops him from quickly sliding his designs away and out of sight is the familiar view of two young men walking in. Instead, he leaves the papers where they are -- it's not like neither Jongin or Sehun don't already know what he's working on. It doesn't even feel like that long ago when he first made their very first coffins to sleep in.

"Hey, hyung!" Jongin greets first, grinning more widely with each step he takes closer, "Guess what?"

"If this is about Chanyeol turning another couple of people into his new lackeys last night, I'm already working on that," Junmyeon answers dryly. He glances once more at the papers on his counter and resists the urge to sigh. Like population control in Seoul wasn't already an issue without the rest of them having to worry about guys like Chanyeol going around and accidentally gnawing on necks whenever they felt like it.

His guess is easily dismissed with a shake of Jongin's head. "No, it's not about that. You know that new guy who works at the art store down the street? The dimple guy?"

"Jongin..." Sehun groans, already tugging at his friend's arm roughly, like that'll hold back the news Jongin's all too eager to share, "you weren't supposed to tell anyone."

"You never said that," Jongin says quickly before yanking his arm out of Sehun's grasp and speeding over to Junmyeon's side. "But hyung, you know who I'm talking about, right?"

It takes a moment -- Junmyeon's seen a lot of faces in his time, so many that sometimes it gets difficult to tell one human neighbor apart from another -- but eventually his memory stumbles upon the memory of a human with a soft lilt to his voice and a sheepish smile whenever he got his words mixed up. Ah, the dimples and v-cut necklines man who dropped by the week before.

"Zhang Yixing," he finally remembers, "what about him?" He hopes the guy isn't any trouble. The last time they had a hunter move into the neighborhood had been such a hassle. He still owed Kyungsoo a rather large favor for taking care of the man before anyone in their community had been staked. It'd be preferable if he didn't have to go calling their pest control guy in again.

Jongin glances over at Sehun who fixes a weak but warning glare on him. If he had enough blood in him, his cheeks would probably be nice and pretty and pink like Junmyeon's last snack. "Well, let's just say Sehun has been in the mood for Chinese take-out lately," he laughs, slapping a hand wildly on Junmyeon's shoulder as Sehun looks like he wants to die a second death.







Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: This was actually written as part of my 100-words-a-day writing challenge last year (which I actually... did pretty well with), but I cleaned up what I had and posted it during the Round 2.5 mess for EIWAU. My last work :'( sadly Xiumin remained eliminated anyway. Anyway, this was inspired by a thread on Dramabeans making a crack about all of the "Vampire [insert occupation]" trend in k-dramas, suggesting a drama called "Vampire Carpenter" featuring a vampire who made coffins for others lol. It was actually pretty fun to write though I wish I knew where to go with it so I could continue. It probably would've been slice of life haha. The title is a last minute thing honestly, but refers to how Suho is already used to everything that happens in this: Chanyeol biting people, making more coffins, Kai and Sehun coming to visit, human neighbors. Also a joke about how he's so old in this lol.

Last notes: in case it's not clear: the vampires here abide by looser "rules of invitation". Suho's shop probably has a welcome mat or something outside that allows other vampires in, but if he forces them out like Chanyeol, they're no longer allowed in. Also, I was wrong. So painfully wrong. Suho is all rippling abs. So much abs

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