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Fic: Ebullition
Title: Ebullition
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble, 522 words
Summary: Junmyeon's feelings get hurt, as much as they can for a Nobody anyway. Kingdom Hearts!AU.
Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: Written for Round 1 of EIWAU. Despite being a bit weak, this is actually wittier than I realized. It's conceited to say that, but as I was trying to figure out a better title for it, I realized that I was kinda on to something in terms of wording and imagery. Honestly, this was written so long ago that I can't remember if it was intentional or not... Though I'm kinda finding that feeling more often as I read back on my old works lol. But basically, the escalation from Suho's feelings simmering to boiling and steaming... when he's basically acting as Demyx from Kingdom Hearts, who has power over water. It's not genius, but. It was nice to catch lol. Ebullition means "the act, process, or state of boiling up" btw lol. On another note, I wonder if I should've changed the sitar into something more traditionally Korean. Not a gayageum, but maybe a bipa? Haha.
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble, 522 words
Summary: Junmyeon's feelings get hurt, as much as they can for a Nobody anyway. Kingdom Hearts!AU.
Admittedly, Junmyeon's water clones are about as coordinated as he is, which is to say, not very. When he summons one or two, it's not so bad. Maybe they'll wobble a little here and there, but for the most part, they're reliable and pack a pretty good punch against his most of his enemies.
Unfortunately, two water clones don't seem to be enough this time around. He can't help but start to sulk as he watches the giant key slice his second clone in half shortly after making quick work of his first, and not for the first time does he wish that his elemental affinity had been something a little more solid.
"That was rude of you," he sighs, his fingers slowing as they pluck idly at his sitar, "I know they're just made of water, but those guys have feelings, too."
At least the mage seems to take his words to heart, lowering his staff so that it's only positioned in front of him defensively rather than poised for another hard-hitting spell. The same can't be said for the little guy waving the key around with far too much enthusiasm though.
"Don't listen to him, Yixing hyung! Water doesn't have feelings and neither do Nobodies!" the Keyblade wielder shouts with a voice far too loud for someone his size.
And this is why Junmyeon would rather lounge around at the Organization's base, playing meaningless melodies in peace and watching his clones attempt to dance along off-beat. Sure, the other members could be dicks sometimes -- he still hasn't forgiven Chanyeol for singeing the bottom of his too-long black robes, is merely waiting for the day he can douse him in the middle of one of his flashy pyrotechnics -- but at least they were in the same boat as him.
But letting some stranger be mean to him? Maybe the Keyblade wielder was right about Nobodies not having feelings, but that doesn't explain the constant simmering in Junmyeon's chest, right where his heart used to be before it'd been unceremoniously ripped out of his body. Steam starts to rise from the water under his control, streams of which begin to circle around the platform acting as their makeshift arena. A tiny whip of it lashes out at the Keyblade wielder before he can even react, leaving behind an angry burn.
"Fuck, ow!"
"Ah, Baekhyun! Heal!"
Yixing's staff glows green as soon as he utters the incantation, gold and green blossoms instantly appearing over Baekhyun's head. Light sprinkles down on him, healing the burn and any other damage he'd incurred in their battle so far.
"Thanks, hyung!" Baekhyun grins, cheerfully slashing his Keyblade in an x-shape in the air right in Junmyeon's direction to celebrate his complete recovery. Again, rude.
Junmyeon's eyes narrow, the embers in his empty chest starting to flare into something that'd make Chanyeol proud. Behind Baekhyun and Yixing, several more water clones form, steam still rising from their boiling hot bodies.
"Dance, water, dance," he commands, and despite the number of them, this time he has little trouble at all controlling them as they attack once more.
Unfortunately, two water clones don't seem to be enough this time around. He can't help but start to sulk as he watches the giant key slice his second clone in half shortly after making quick work of his first, and not for the first time does he wish that his elemental affinity had been something a little more solid.
"That was rude of you," he sighs, his fingers slowing as they pluck idly at his sitar, "I know they're just made of water, but those guys have feelings, too."
At least the mage seems to take his words to heart, lowering his staff so that it's only positioned in front of him defensively rather than poised for another hard-hitting spell. The same can't be said for the little guy waving the key around with far too much enthusiasm though.
"Don't listen to him, Yixing hyung! Water doesn't have feelings and neither do Nobodies!" the Keyblade wielder shouts with a voice far too loud for someone his size.
And this is why Junmyeon would rather lounge around at the Organization's base, playing meaningless melodies in peace and watching his clones attempt to dance along off-beat. Sure, the other members could be dicks sometimes -- he still hasn't forgiven Chanyeol for singeing the bottom of his too-long black robes, is merely waiting for the day he can douse him in the middle of one of his flashy pyrotechnics -- but at least they were in the same boat as him.
But letting some stranger be mean to him? Maybe the Keyblade wielder was right about Nobodies not having feelings, but that doesn't explain the constant simmering in Junmyeon's chest, right where his heart used to be before it'd been unceremoniously ripped out of his body. Steam starts to rise from the water under his control, streams of which begin to circle around the platform acting as their makeshift arena. A tiny whip of it lashes out at the Keyblade wielder before he can even react, leaving behind an angry burn.
"Fuck, ow!"
"Ah, Baekhyun! Heal!"
Yixing's staff glows green as soon as he utters the incantation, gold and green blossoms instantly appearing over Baekhyun's head. Light sprinkles down on him, healing the burn and any other damage he'd incurred in their battle so far.
"Thanks, hyung!" Baekhyun grins, cheerfully slashing his Keyblade in an x-shape in the air right in Junmyeon's direction to celebrate his complete recovery. Again, rude.
Junmyeon's eyes narrow, the embers in his empty chest starting to flare into something that'd make Chanyeol proud. Behind Baekhyun and Yixing, several more water clones form, steam still rising from their boiling hot bodies.
"Dance, water, dance," he commands, and despite the number of them, this time he has little trouble at all controlling them as they attack once more.
Original Post: Here.
Author's Note: Written for Round 1 of EIWAU. Despite being a bit weak, this is actually wittier than I realized. It's conceited to say that, but as I was trying to figure out a better title for it, I realized that I was kinda on to something in terms of wording and imagery. Honestly, this was written so long ago that I can't remember if it was intentional or not... Though I'm kinda finding that feeling more often as I read back on my old works lol. But basically, the escalation from Suho's feelings simmering to boiling and steaming... when he's basically acting as Demyx from Kingdom Hearts, who has power over water. It's not genius, but. It was nice to catch lol. Ebullition means "the act, process, or state of boiling up" btw lol. On another note, I wonder if I should've changed the sitar into something more traditionally Korean. Not a gayageum, but maybe a bipa? Haha.