pairings: kris/chen, d.o/tao, chanyeol/d.o, suho/d.o/kai
rating: g to pg-13
summary: various drabbles written for requests on my ask.fm
a/n: these are actually quite old but i never did get around to posting them till now. "a kingdom of procrastination~ and it looks like, i'm the queen~~"

x-men/mutant au, kris/chen. for sheryl

They were resting with the residence of one of Jongdae's family for the time being, at their insistence. It was all fine for the both of them - they hadn't expected to run out of supplies so quickly, but born in present day circumstances, neither of them were used to traveling by foot. It was all to prevent Kris from being captured again. Speaking of Kris, the other had noticed Jongdae staring at him ever since they'd arrived and confused, he turned towards the other boy, who was sitting on the bed. "What's wrong? Something bothering you?" Jongdae shook his head, but the sheepish look on his face gave him away. "Your wings." Kris frowned. "something is wrong with them?" He turned to look over his shoulder and then stretches his wings open just a little. Jongdae shook his head again, though this time he was laughing as well. "No, no. I just... Can I touch them?" Kris stiffened. Jongdae apologised . "If it bothers you, it's okay! It's just... I was curious, that's all." Kris stared at him silently for awhile, Jongdae having decided to distract himself with the hem of his shirt. After several moment's contemplation, he stretched one wing towards the smaller boy, leaning to brush the tip of one golden wing against his hand. With delight, Jongdae strokes his fingers along the sleek feathers, marveling as he felt warmth underneath. "Wow, they are real...."

"tao just wants soo to notice him", university au d.o/tao. for sheryl

tao would like it if kyungsoo would see that he's the "you" in the lyrics he writes. he would like it if he were brave enough to press one of his coffee stained napkins into one of kyungsoo's hands, so that he could see that he is the muse of all the poems he has ever scrawled on them, whilst sitting alone by the window. another day passes and he's still wallowing in his self made depression. he doesn't notice the chair across from him sliding out until a hand holding a crumpled napkin appears under his nose. he looks up to see perpetually wide, dark eyes, calm and as discerning as ever. and startled, he stares back at the napkin. i like you too, stupid.

"chansoo as cops," chanyeol/d.o. for yesi

After many a year (too many a year) of working with Chanyeol, Kyungsoo has come to the conclusion that the taller guy has to be some sort of unsung hidden genius because there is no way a dumbass like Chanyeol could've passed anything enough to graduate from the police academy. "Why can't we eat donuts?" Kyungsoo resists the urge to punch him in the dick because this is the fifth time he's been asked (read: whined to). "Because all we've eaten for the past three days on patrol are donuts."

"when kris loses in a fight against jongdae", organization xiii / exo au kris/chen. for sheryl

Kris decides that he dislikes this boy the second he finds him. He's tiny, with sharp features and wiry limbs like a cat. The way he raises an eyebrow questionably when Kris approaches him is smooth, almost condescending. "Can I help you?" Kris almost wants to raise an eyebrow back. Instead he scowls, his face settling into severe lines. This boy had been wandering amidst their dark and rainy city for weeks now — technically trespassing on their territory — and now he was acting as though he had a right to be. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" The boy's eyes flash gold, lips pulling back in a wide grin. "Mm. Well, no one has conplained before. So, I'll ask again. Can I help you?" Kris narrows his eyes but maintains his composure. "Our organization created this city. Our Superior is interested in recruiting you to our cause." "I'm not interested." The small boy says dismissively, without hesitation. Kris can tell he's bored. Lightning skips and dances along the boy's arms, skittering round his bony fingers. "How about a wager? If I beat you in a match, you join us. I lose, you never have to hear from us again." He suggests. There is a risk involved but he doesn't think much of it. The boy is a neophyte to their kind - from Sehun's observations, he is a trickster, with a penchant for playing around with their lesser ranks, aggravating the Dusks for fun. The way Jongdae grins wider at him is almost feral though and all too eager. "What kind of match?" "Battle. You versus me, at the center of the city." "I accept." It feels all too easy, Kris thinks. He narrows his eyes again in distaste and distrust. "Tomorrow at dusk. Don't be late."

university au, d.o/tao. for sheryl

The window seat in the corner of Miju is the best spot, in Kyungsoo's opinion. It's removed enough from the rest of the bookstore/lounge to be a little quieter, a little cozier and it has a great view of the streets below. Today though, it's also a designated meeting place. Kyungsoo looks at the square faced watch on his left wrist and he frowns accordingly when he sees the time. Late. Again. He hears the clank and chime of the bell by the door soon enough, however, and looks up just as a tall boy with sandy blonde hair crosses the cafe in long strides. He holds a lavender paper bag in one hand, his phone in the other. Kyungsoo notices with a small sense of pleasure that the phone case is midnight blue, the one that he drew a wolf in silver pen on. Then he remembers that the other was late (again!!) and he goes right back to frowning at him again. "Tao." "I'm sorry, there was a long line!" The boy apologises and complains all at once, sitting down opposite Kyungsoo. The shorter boy just sighs. "You owe me for always being late." Tao grins spectacularly, proudly. "I bought you that tea you like so much." "...the one with spearmint and peach?" he asks, eyeing the paper bag the younger boy sets on the table. He tries his best not to look eager - thankfully he succeeds mostly. Tao nods. "I like the one with strawberries more but this was the last box the store had until next week and I had just enough." Kyungsoo allows himself to peek into the bag. "Alright, I forgive you." Tao's expression is no less than gleeful and Kyungsoo decides then that perhaps he'll continue to keep it to himself just why he likes that tea so much, for now anyway. He can't have Tao holding it over his head that he likes it, just because it reminds him of the taller boy.

"kaisoo as junmyeon's catboys", suho/d.o/kai. for yesi

It's January when Jongin joins what Junmyeon likes to call their little family - really just him and his first cat hybrid, Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo is tentative and wary the second he scents Jongin, who follows at Junmyeon's heels into the apartment. His grey and black tabby ears stand up at attention and he stares with wide discerning eyes up at the tall boy behind his owner. "Kyungsoo, this is Jongin." Junmyeon says in a cheerful tone, one that has an underlying Be nice. in the way he smiles at him with half second stern eyes. "He's going to be part of our family from now on." Junmyeon nudges the tall boy out from behind him and he shifts forward silently. He has a lithe body more like a panther than a house cat, with jet black hair and deep dark eyes. Two pointed black ears poke up from his hair and a matching tail twitches back and forth awkwardly. Kyungsoo stares and stares until Junmyeon gives him that stern look again. It's only then he frowns but steps reluctantly closer to Jongin. He nudges him with a hand, fingers poking at his chest. "Let's be friends." Jongin looks alarmed but relaxes quickly enough to nod. Kyungsoo takes the opportunity to reach for one of the taller hybrid's wrists, tugging him to the room they would share. "You'll like it here. Junmyeon is nice. And he takes us to play with Sehun's cat sometimes." He glances back over his shoulder to see how Jongin is. The quiet cat looks better, now that he's calmed down. Playing nice isn't all that bad, Kyungsoo supposes.

vampire/supernatural creatures au, kris/chen. for anon

It is always amusing when he and Jongdae decide to actually the soirees their friends enjoy throwing for every which reason. Whether in Seoul or Beijing or wherever, it is always entertaining. One of the reasons being this; "Are you... His Highness Chen?" It's always a fledgling who asks this, while turned towards Yifan, half awed (sometimes fearful), half lusty eyes skimming his body. Yifan is a little proud of the reactions he gets - he doesn't dress up for nothing. He watches the female vampire as she gives him an unabashed once, twice over, gaze sliding from long legs in leather pants to lean torso garbed in deep red and silver silk brocade, flickering to the serpentine dragon tattooed on his bicep. His silver earrings glint as he moves, disrupting the illusion for a moment. Through their bond, he can feel Jongdae laughing and a little grin twitches in the corner of Yifan's mouth. His gaze slides over to Jongdae, who is always drifting not too far away. He looks rather gorgeous tonight - golden brown hair tousled artfully, a red earring like a crystallised drop of blood dangling from one lobe, amber tinted eyes lined with smoky kohl. He wears different clothes from Yifan, less showier things - a sleeveless black shirt with a high collar and white pants skimming his slim legs, tucked into black boots that make him only slightly taller. It's simple in contrast with Yifan's outfit. Jongdae has never been one for grandeur. "Ah. No, sorry. You've mistaken me for my lord." he replies finally, a charming smile curling his lips. His fangs peek out from between them. The fledgling girl blinks at his answer, but it's another second or two before she follows where his gaze wanders off to. Jongdae joins them at that point, sly smile curling the corners of his mouth. "Yifan, I was looking for you." His amber eyes twinkle as he turns his attention to the girl. "Oh hello. I'm Chen." He introduces himself simply and Yifan almost snorts at how much amusement he can feel seeping into their bond. The fledgling's eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment and a deep red flush tints her pale cheeks before she mumbles a hurried apology. She teeters away on her heels. "You are going to make someone really annoyed one day." Yifan says to Jongdae once the girl is out of earshot. Jongdae shrugs and tips the wine glass in his hands to his lips. "It isn't my fault they seem to have it in their heads that the prince is some tall, dark and handsome guy." Jongdae responds, with a roll of his eyes. Yifan resists the urge to break out into a grin. "I appreciate the compliment." Jongdae snorts. "Don't let it go to your head."