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[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

01. And so I’ll punch you once (or maybe twice or thrice);
EXO, fem!Sehun/Tao, PG-13, 600+ words

★ [Tangled AU] Also, check out! this! wonderful! artwork!

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” Tao shrieks hysterically the second his eyes catch the sight of the poster. He takes it off the pillar in record timing, nearly ripping the piece of paper in two as he does so and proceeds to glare at it with narrowed eyes, holding the thin sheet barely two inches away from his face. “This is bad,” he moans. “This is very, very bad. This is really bad.” "What the fuck is wrong now?" Sehun growls from his side, brushing a few strands of red hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear, underneath a purple one. "Can you seriously walk any slower?" Tao looks down at Sehun—she’s almost a head shorter than him—and holds up the cursed paper next to his face with a frown. Sehun raises a questioning brow. Jongin, Sehun's green chameleon and, quite frankly, Tao's biggest rival, sits atop Sehun's shoulder in all his reptile glory with a comedic raise in his brows, too. Tao, by default, pretends that Jongin does not exist. “Don’t you see?” he asks, blinking repeatedly at Sehun as he shoves the paper in her face. Wanted Alive, is typed in a neat font under his portrait. “What am I supposed to seeing?” Sehun huffs, squinting. “Don't you see?” Tao asks again, running one hand through his red hair as he speaks. “It is horrendous! They just can’t get my nose right!” “Really?” Sehun sing-songs. “I really don’t see much of a difference,” she says, tilting her face to the side and inspecting Tao's face. After all, the nose is only slightly elongated, roughly twice as long as Tao’s actual nose. In all honestly, it looks equally as cute as the real one. “I thought this kingdom is known for its talented artists," Tao says. He’s whining now, and if it was anyone else, Sehun probably would have punched the person square on their face. “Drawing the nose differently isn’t gonna make you look any better, pal,” she says instead, standing on the tip of her toes and patting his head softly. Her braided hair, stopping just below her knees, sways from side to side as she speaks. She looks calm and composed whereas Tao only barely manages to sallow back his crushed pride. He coughs loudly, trying to regain some of his composure. “Listen, blondie—” “My hair isn’t even half blonde, you asshat.” Tao takes his time sputtering incoherently while simultaneously gaping at Sehun as entertains a green strand of her hair. Tao, once again, wonders if a constipated rainbow threw up on her head. It probably did. He also wonders why, after everything that has happened, all it takes is a five foot tall girl to render him speechless.   “Okay," he begins, trying again. "Listen, you rainbow head—" Pain shoots up his left leg the next moment when Sehun kicks his shin. He's on his knees, howling, face scrunched up in an embarassing manner within seconds and Sehun grabs onto his tunic, pulling him upwards until he's staring directly into a pair of blue-green eyes. "You say one more thing about my hair," Sehun threatens. "And what?" Tao asks with a scoff. Their faces are only a few inches away and Tao can feel her breath on his lips. He feels dizzy. "What are you going to do?" he taunts. "Are you going to get little Jongin to beat me up?” In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have said that because— —Sehun brings her pan down on Tao's head with a resounding smack.

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02. Down in the Well (or, A Clumsy Massacre);
Lu Han-centric, Kai/Lay, NC-17, 850+ words

★ Inspired by the song "Secrets" by The Pierces.
★ Warnings: dark content, implied violence and minor character death.

got a secret, can you keep it Lu Han doesn’t mean to drag anyone down the alley he has carefully painted over the years. He’s an artist, a performer, one that will be remembered in the years that come. With creations a perfect balance between affection and affliction, Lu Han is a commodity waiting to be consumed by the millions. It’s a measured flight of self-sacrifice he is destined to take. Lu Han doesn’t mean to drag anyone down the alley he has carefully painted over the years. Not so soon, anyway. But it happens. Every once in a while, a lost soul dances past the wider streets with their bright lights and ends up in front of his dark and narrow alleyway. It finds Lu Han standing in the corner with red on his fingers and his body blanketed by a thick aroma of metal. It screams. It screams and screams until Lu Han draws his paintbrush across them with the promise of a higher purpose. Every once in a while, a lost soul ends up in front of Lu Han’s smaller, but prettier, alley. But until now, once, and only once, it does not scream. swear this one you’ll save “We are good, right?” He asks the boy—Yixing—when he sees him under the sun, the next day. It’s reckless of him to throw the words out in the daylight where Yixing could easily reveal everything Lu Han lives to protect, where the boy could take his chance and finally scream, where he could escape because Lu Han doesn’t have his paintbrush now, but the words slip past his tongue before he can stop them, anxiety bringing out the worst—or, really, the better side of him. Yixing looks at him for a long time. His face remains passive, void of every drop of emotion—a perfect and beautiful blank canvas, the kind the artist within Lu Han strives to colour in gleaming shades of red—save for his eyes. His eyes narrow at first, and then widen a little and some more before narrowing again. Fear, contemplation, resignation and more fear. Lu Han wonders if Yixing is going to scream. “We are good,” Yixing says instead, breaking the pregnant pause with firm syllables before turning around on his heels and walking away without a second glance. better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to the grave And they are good, Lu Han thinks, for a little while, at least. Yixing visits him every once in a while, almost every other day at first, and watches him work. He sits by the entrance wordlessly as Lu Han paints and paints. He never utters a single word when Lu Han works and offers a soft, murmured praise before leaving each time. He doesn’t look down on Lu Han when he paints a stroke incorrectly, doesn’t look down on Lu Han when he insists upon opening a new can of paint. They are good, Lu Han thinks, until Yixing meets Jongin. if i show you, then i know you won’t tell what i said Yixing doesn’t voice out his thoughts very often, Lu Han knows this, likes it even, but after a while, he stops talking to Lu Han completely. He still spends time with Lu Han but he only visits once a week now. Lu Han catches them on a bright Sunday morning. They are curled into each other with Jongin whispering soft words into his ears and his ears only. He looks at Yixing the way Lu Han wants Yixing to look at his artwork. He looks at Yixing like it’s the only thing he can see. Yixing smiles at Jongin, a minute upward twist of his lips, the first Lu Han has ever seen. Lu Han feels disappointed in himself. Lu Han feels regretful. “Do we have a problem, Yixing?” he asks Yixing when they are alone the next time. And, this time, Yixing doesn’t reply. ‘cause two can keep a secret Honestly, he had been saving Yixing for the end—saving the best for the last, as they say. What an ideal canvas Yixing used to be, Lu Han thinks as he picks up his favourite paintbrush for when Yixing is meant to visit him later that night, what an ideal canvas Yixing would have been. But Lu Han is an artist, and the artist within him knows that a tainted canvas is as good as no canvas at all. Yixing will have to go. if one of them is dead One day, someone will walk into Lu Han’s alley the way Yixing did, and will prove to be different. He won’t simply stand by the entrance and watch Lu Han work on his masterpiece. Instead, he will trace the walls, smooth edges and otherwise, and even the darkest of corners with utmost fascination. One day, someone will walk into Lu Han’s little alley and fall in love with it. yes, two can keep a secret Lu Han never meant to drag anyone down the alley he has carefully painted so soon. It should remain that way a little longer. if one of us is dead

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03. Lip Gloss and Lollipops (or, A Second Clumsy Massacre);
Baekhyun-centric, NC-17, 450+ words

★ Warnings: implied mental imbalance and minor character death.

( fear is forbidden. ) “How are you feeling?” The boy’s head snaps up at Baekhyun’s words, brows furrowing slightly as he stares at Baekhyun. Baekhyun smiles at him gently in return, curling his lips upward in a friendly manner and placing a comforting arm on the boy's tense shoulders. Physical contact builds trust. The boy visibly relaxes, shoulders dropping slightly as he looks away from Baekhyun. "How are you feeling?" Baekhyun asks again with a quirk of his lips. He picks up his stippling brush and moves closer to the boy's face, framing the boy's cheeks with his free hand as he begins to work. There are a dozen brushes sitting neatly in his make-up kit, hiding a row of sharper, more antique brushes underneath, brushes Baekhyun loves the most, that are hidden from the envious eyes of others. He's hidden them carefully. One coat of moisturizer, then primer, followed by facial grease and foundation with a final hint of blush—to add color. After all, with plastic, it's easy to hide. With plastic, it's easy to lie. The boy, on the other hand, visibly colors at the proximity of their bodies, cheeks turning a soft shade of pink under the scrutiny—it's probably his first show—and Baekhyun swallows the raw urge with a mumbled cough. He wants to abandon the stippler in his hand and pick up his favorite brush instead: a sleek metal brush that was worth a fortune. Baekhyun wonders how the boy would react to being worked open by it. He'd probably be— “I am actually s—” the boy begins. Baekhyun holds his breath. “—so nervous.” Baekhyun sighs inwardly and goes back to applying a thick layer of foundation on the boy's pale skin, wanting to sigh again. He's happy for the boy but disappointed at the loss. One day, Baekhyun knows, this boy will become a promising model, an enviable hanger, but no one can deny the fact that he would have made an even better skeleton, a stunning artwork. "My name is Junmyeon, by the way," the boy offers as he gets up to leave later that evening. "Junmyeon," Baekhyun reiterates politely. "Good luck on your first walk." He has no intentions of speaking with him again. --- “How are you feeling?” Baekhyun asks again the next day, picking up his brush as he speaks. This boy is young, younger than Junmyeon had been, but taller, with hair a handful of bright, neon colors. He's probably still in high school, Baekhyun decides with glee. The younger ones dream bigger. Baekhyun allows himself to hope. “I am a little—” the boys begins. Baekhyun holds his breath. “—scared.” Baekhyun lets go of the breath he had been holding and chuckles. ( fear is necessary. )

Comments

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

tangled! is amazing!!

thank you for reading! i am glad you enjoyed it!! ; w;

[exoternity.livejournal.com]

female!sehun is diva sehun and sadistic sehun

muahahahaha

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

sehun is singled-handedly the best thing ever not

thank you for reading!! ^ ^

[exoternity.livejournal.com]

There are still twelve of them XD

[syupeojunieo.livejournal.com]

I really loved this<3 whiny!tao and princess oh we're spot on an the fact that you picked this scene makes me happy.

I don't have any suggestions on your writing, I think everything from characterization to flow was very well done. I especially like the way you write dialogue and how you seamlessly added in the scripted lines. (:

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

i am so glad you enjoyed reading it ; a;

i was? so worried? about the characterization? yes!! so thank you omg ;~~;

♡

[fanxings.livejournal.com]

tbh i've never seen tangled omg but i thought this was so friggin cute???? ofc tao would agonize over a depiction of his nose on a wanted poster omfg. and sehun!! i think this characterization fits sehun regardless of gender ugh i really liked it. as the user above me said, i also don't have any suggestions on your writing!! it was a very seamless, fun read and the flow of your dialogue was enviously smooth! good job!! ♥

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

tangled is Very Highly recommened!!

such! high! parises! ; u; thank you so much!!

i am glad you enjoyed reading this! ♡

[yuilhan.livejournal.com]

ahhh this is so cute!! I'm not usually one for genderbend fics but this had me smiling the whole time :) ahhhh i really love your writing style <3 wonderful job!

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

honestly, i wasn't even planning on genderbend! but then, things happened and--yeah ʘ‿ʘ

thank you for reading!! i am glad you enjoyed it!

[yifano.livejournal.com]

this is the cutest omg!!!
this was really nicely done and i love your writing style, it has such an amazingly smooth flow to it.

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

tangled, in general, is all sorts of amazing and cute

cries thank you!! ; o; i am glad you enjoyed reading this!

[madelyn93.livejournal.com]

twice as long ain't slightly elongated, man.
like if i drew tao's dick twice as long, i doubt sehun'll just be like "oh yea that's slightly elongated." he'll probably be like "holy shit what blue pill did you pop and can i get some too"
/pretends this is useful comment

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

maybe the change would be more noticeable if it grew tenfolds instead? bc the nose is pretty short? but then again i see where you are coming from because--
WAIT what if one day you wake up and your dick is ten times longer??? i should probably stop thinking about this

lol thank you for reading jq!!

[miss-aztec57.livejournal.com]

SHRIEKS VERY LOUDLY AT YOU
and goes to draw this

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

FOREVER CRIES OVER THE DRAWING ; A;

omg i am glad you liked this irene!!

♡

[darkyulate]

WOW WOW WOW THE LUHAN CENTRIC FIC WOW JUST LET ME GET OVER IT FOR A WHILE.

Ok.... I think I can comment more coherently now...

YEAH RIGHT

Let me just say, JONGIN CHAMELEON EQUALS ME LMAO

But I really liked Down in The Well... because im really twisted like that and I can never really write like that (maybe one day I will ; u ;) in the meantime i will admire this piece of work ;w;

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

JONGIN THE CHAMELEON FOLLOWING YOU AROUND EVERYWHERE (⊙‿⊙✿)

CRIES because i really don't even know what i wrote in down in the well? ;a; like. i really have no idea? idek if it makes sense?

the fact that you liked it is a big relief!! thank you bb! ♡

[darkyulate]

CHAMELEON!Jongin following me around omg so adorable. even tho chameleons aren't exactly cute pets OTL

WOW YOU WROTE THAT W/O KNOWING WHAT YOU WERE DOING? OK WOW <///3 I envy you. I think it made enough sense but I just want to make sure... Lu Han's art is gruesome right? like his paint is blood and his fave paint brush is a knife right O___O

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

but pascal is so cute ( ﾟдﾟ)

i did not have a plot in mind when i started writing!
and! yes! that was the idea! ; w;

[exoternity.livejournal.com]

IDK WHAT TO SAY BUT LU YOU ARE A POOR SOUL I CAN BE YOUR CANVAS. not


THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS. I PERSONALLY SHIP LUKAI (TO THE CORE) but in this, Jongin REALLY has to go so Yixing would look at Luhan's 'artworks' the way he wanted him to.

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

are you telling me i should write lukai (⊙‿⊙✿) are you (⊙‿⊙✿) are you really (⊙‿⊙✿) i was planning on writing them soon

thank you for reading!! （-＾〇＾-）

[exoternity.livejournal.com]

OHMYGASH NOT REALLY BUT I THINK I AM TELLING YOU NOW


omg pls pls pls pls god bless your soul



I NEED TO FANGURL OVER MY LUKAI FEELS OKAY OUR FEELS SHALL COLLIDE. okay what.

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

ohh damn i fucked up with my html u______u shame on me

and um ; u; yes lukai is on the to-do-list! and will be written as soon as inspiration hits!

but where do i find inspiration lol

[exoternity.livejournal.com]

maybe from me LMAO. I WAS WRITING A LUKAI FIC LAST JANUARY & UNTIL NOW I HAVEN'T TOUCHED IT YET LMAO.

it's rotting in my computer


what inspiration do you need maybe i could find some for you

[gokulex59.livejournal.com]

I just read Baek one, and woah, it is awesome! It made me want to write a full bloody fic about how Baekhyun slowly murders his victims and makes little bone necklaces or something much worse than that, but I am too full for such a detailed project.

And that's when I realized that Tangled drabble is also here, because I wanted to write a comment for it since the day I read it - my phone is being a bitch about LJ these days. But as a Tangled, TaoHun and comedy fan, I absolutely loved that drabble.

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

ahh i really want to explore more of this universe myself ; o; the possibilities!!
tangled is an absolute favorite! only coming second to taohun! so it was bound to happen!!

i am glad you enjoyed reading this! thank you bb!!

[anielluicca.livejournal.com]

omo! the taohun drabble is really cute ~~★

[perfectiontales.livejournal.com]

haha i am glad you enjoyed it!! thank you for reading! ( ´ ▽ ` )