★ All I want for Christmas is-

[neko_90]

It's time, it's time!! 

What is better than taking in the Christmas spirit to wragle out some presents before the year ends? 

 

Before we start, a quick recap of the rules! Please see this post for a slightly more detailed view, and comment below if you have any other questions!

As with previous years, this fest is heavily inspired on alesserain 's Three Sentence Ficathon ♥

 

★ One prompt per comment - but you can prompt as much as you like!
★ Prompt format: characters(s)/pairing, prompt word/sentence (or link to graphic or music). Suggestions:

Hongbin, space royalty
Any, weirdest hobby
Taekwoon, getting there late with Starbucks cup in hand
Hakyeon/any, The Untamed AU
Wonshik asks Hakyeon for parenting advice

★ No minimum or maximum wordcount!
★ NSFW and sensitive content is allowed but please warn for them.
★ Prompts can be answered several times.
★ Comments on fills are encouraged, do tell someone if you read something you like.
★ Post will remain open until December 24th 31st 23:59 (Pago Pago Time). 
★ For any late minute changes, check the fest's twitter

Some other reminders before beginning:
★ Anon commenting is allowed; IP logging is off. If something gets caught on the spam filter message me here, on _vixxmas twitter or curious cat.
★ If you post on anon, you will be able to claim your fics once the fest is over. 
★ We also have an AO3 collection where you can upload your fics written for this. Absolutely optional! And even better news, you can upload your fills there if you finish them after the post is closed. 
★ Tell your friends about the party! The more, the merrier!
★ Last but not least: Have fun!!

Comments

Questions, comments and not prompts

[neko_90]

Go here!

[(Anonymous)]

neo (ot6), spy au

[(Anonymous)]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20323543

OP, this wasn't part of vixxmas or anything and it's definitely not one shot, but it's a spy au with eventual neo (bc it's a slow burn ) do hope you enjoy as the chapters update

[(Anonymous)]

hakyeon goes mia and everyone is restless

[(Anonymous)]

wonshik(/any, optional), someone teaching him how to rest

[(Anonymous)]

Taekwoon, office AU

[(Anonymous)]

any, "Jaehwan, why is there a dead deer head over your bed?"

[(Anonymous)]

Anticipate this. It's being written today.

[(Anonymous)]

hakyeon/taekwoon, criminal au, finding the criminal in his livingroom

[(Anonymous)]

hakyeon/taekwoon, rock star/idol AU (bonus: the bucket hat of hell)

[(Anonymous)]

taekwoon/any, princess diaries AU

[(Anonymous)]

ANY, Howl's Castle AU

[(Anonymous)]

gen, vixx pool party

[(Anonymous)]

neo, something based on tiny kitty hakyeon (https://twitter.com/jonotachibana/status/1200807485424066561)

[(Anonymous)]

Tiny Kittyeon has stolen my heart and now he's stolen Taekwoon's too. I will most likely write a sequel to this at some point, but this one was fun. I hope you enjoy, OP!


Taekwoon heaves a small sigh before standing up and wandering towards the window. These rainy, dreary nights were starting to take their toll on him, and he needs for winter to pass quickly so he can get outside and enjoy the sun again. He pulls open the curtain, staring out into the chilly night when a movement caught his attention. He froze, staring down at the small kitten staring up at him through big blinking eyes. They stare at one another for a long moment before Taekwoon gives himself a quick shake and unlocks the door so he can slide it open a few inches.

“Do—do you want to come in?” he asks quietly. He isn’t expecting a reply, not a real one anyway, so when a tint voice responded, his jaw fell open.

“Yes,” The kitten replies, then scurries inside, politely stopping just over the threshold before slinging off the tiny duffel bag he wore and starting to drip quietly on the hardwood.

Taekwoon blinks a few times at the tint creature before running to the bathroom to grab a fluffy hand towel so the kitten could dry off.

“What are—” Taekwoon wants to ask ‘what are you?” but that seems rude so he changes directions, “is I mean. What is your name?” he asks kneeling down and handing him the towel.

“Hakyeon,” the kitten replies, voice muffled from being under the terrycloth. “Thanks for letting me in,” he says when his head emerges once again. He wipes down the wind breaker he is wearing before scrubbing the towel across his head one last time.

The hair fluffing up around Hakyeon’s ears is adorable and Taekwoon has to stop himself before he reaches out to stroke it back into place. A second later his heart melts as a quick little shiver works itself down Hakyeon’s spine, starting with a little twitch of his ears and ending with the twitch of his tail. “You’re welcome to stay until it clears off out there,” Taekwoon says. “I can make us some hot chocolate?”

Hakyeon’s eyes widen and he nods furiously, tail twitching once again at Taekwoon’s words.

Taekwoon reaches down, offers Hakyeon his palm, and his happy when the kitten climbs onto it. Taekwoon’s grip tightens loosely around Hakyeon’s middle and he pulls the kitten up, settling him into the crook of his elbow before bringing them both to the kitchen. He sets Hakyeon down on the counter and watches in amusement as the kitten proceeds to roll up his sleeves. He puts his tiny fists on his tiny hips and smiles up at Taekwoon.

“How can I help?”

“Hmm,” Taekwoon says, reaching up into the cabinet to retrieve the tin of instant cocoa he keeps in there. “Think you can measure out two tablespoons of the powder for me?” he asks, setting the tin on the counter next to Hakyeon and digging in a drawer for his measuring spoons.

The measuring spoon is half the length of Taekwoon, but the kitten is determined to complete the task set him. Taekwoon goes to the refrigerator and grabs the half gallon of milk and returns to where Hakyeon is leaning against the tin, eyes watching Taekwoon closely as he finds a mug and then a small cup. He pours a generous amount of milk into the mug, then splashes a bit into the smaller cup before putting the smaller into the microwave and zapping it for thirty seconds.

After he sets it on the counter, he sets the mug in presses start before turning back to Hakyeon who is precariously balancing a a fourth of a spoonful of powder, attempting to drop it into the small cup.

“Can I help?” Taekwoon asks, hand hovering centimeters above Hakyeon’s.

With an annoyed huff, Hakyeon nods and lets Taekwoon take over the task.

Once the small cup is mixed and slid in front of Hakyeon, the kitten pulls a face and looks up at Taekwoon, “I could have done it myself,” he says.

“You could,” Taekwoon agrees, stirring hot chocolate mix into his own mug, “But you’re also the guest so I should take care of you.”

Hakyeon’s face heats up a bit, and he leans forward, hiding his face in the cup as he takes a small sip.

Taekwoon smiles at him over the rim of his own mug, enjoying the company this little kitten is bringing.

Hakyeon is nearly curling himself around the cup, a light purr echoing off the stoneware as he soaks in the warmth.

“Want to go in the living room and watch a movie?” Taekwoon asks.

At Hakyeon’s nod, he looks at the cups, then at Hakyeon, contemplating the best way to get everything there in one trip. Hakyeon solves the dilemma, tugging on Taekwoon’s sleeve before scaling his arm and perching himself on Taekwoon’s shoulder, like a furry parrot, right next to Taekwoon’s ear.

Taekwoon let’s out a startled laugh, grabs the drinks, and ferries Hakyeon into the next room. Once they’re settled on the couch, instead of hopping down as Taekwoon expects, Hakyeon sits down, then practically burrows himself into the juncture of Taekwoon’s shoulder, his tiny ears brushing against Taekwoon’s cheek. He’s too afraid of disturbing him to make sure, but he thinks Hakyeon is asleep before he can even touch the remote.

Taekwoon takes timid sips of his cocoa, keeps the volume low on the television, and lets Hakyeon snooze, the soft sound of his purring lulls Taekwoon into his own sort of doze.

He wakes the next morning, neck stiff and Hakyeon nowhere to be found. Taekwoon stumbles to the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee, before heading to the bathroom to relieve himself and wash up. He remembers the feel of Hakyeon’s soft fur against his cheek and the look of determination on his tiny face as he tried to spoon cocoa into the mugs as he washes his hands. He refuses to think it was all just a strange dream. The smell of coffee is giving him life as he follows it into the kitchen to pour himself a cup. He’s inhaling deeply into his mug, taking small sips to get the gears in his brain unstuck when he notices something strange on the counter. He shuffles over, staring at the neatly folded square of terrycloth, the towel Hakyeon had used the previous night, serving as a pillow for a perfect four leaf clover. Gently, he reaches out and takes the clover between his fingers, smiling softly as he twirls it between his digits.

Returning to the living room, Taekwoon gently sets the clover on the arm of the couch next to him before grabbing his phone and searching up “how to preserve flowers” followed by “kitten care.”

The next time Hakyeon returns he will be prepared.

[(Anonymous)]

hakyeon/any, single dad hakyeon

[(Anonymous)]

Jaehwan/Hongbin. Jaehwan licked Hongbin once, and then he just had to keep licking him. It's not his fault he tastes like this. (AU optional)

[(Anonymous)]

Done! I don't know how to post it here so someone help but I'll be posting it on my ao3 too (adminis lemme know if that's okay)

Twitter: bin_bingbong

[(Anonymous)]

any, lifeguard au

[(Anonymous)]

Hyuk/any, life in a cruise

[(Anonymous)]

"Oh no, it looks like we are fully booked, would you mind sharing?" A neo au

[(Anonymous)]

MAGICAL GIRL TAEKWOON

[(Anonymous)]

the story of how wonshik's everygrowing family

[(Anonymous)]

hakyeon writin emails to taekwoon's (flat) ass

[(Anonymous)]

wonshik waking up in front of jaehwan's flat

[(Anonymous)]

any, accidental baby yoda acquisition

[(Anonymous)]

any, hakyeon's new hobby

[(Anonymous)]

taekwoon and the short waisted jacket

[(Anonymous)]

taekwoon/any, "i'm yours, sorry, no refunds" cake

No refunds, No Takebacks

[(Anonymous)]

Hakyeon’s head is spinning, his vision going red. He’d left the kitchen for forty five minutes, simply to shower and get ready, and he’d come back to utter chaos. The trays full of snacks he had left out are basically empty. Only a few lone crackers and three slices of cheese remain.

“JUNG TAEKWOON, WHERE ARE MY APPETIZERS?” he bellows towards the living room.

Only the sound of silence returns to him.

“I’m going to murder him, then fillet him, then serve him as an appetizer,” Hakyeon mutters as he wrenches open the refrigerator to grab the spare block of cheese to start in on new slices.

“I think that’s illegal, hyung,”

Sanghyuk’s easy tone makes Hakyeon’s head snap up, “It’s only illegal if someone rats me out. Don’t be a traitor,” he finishes as he quickly runs the cheese slicer under soapy water.

“Just tell me which ones to avoid then,” he says with a shrug before snagging one of the last few crackers and dashing off before Hakyeon can reprimand him.

“YOU’RE ALL GOING TO BE APPETIZERS SOON!”


Twenty minutes before the guests are set to arrive Hakyeon has finally replenished the cheese tray and opened the second box of crackers. The new batch of cocktail wieners are in the crock pot and he is trying to do mental math to make sure that there is enough food to last for the length of the party since he can now only refresh the snack supply one time instead of two. He sighs heavily as he digs into the back of the pantry to fish out the bags of chips Taekwoon had bought for himself. He begins dumping them in various bowls to help offset the lower supply of the other items. He hates to stoop so low as to have to rely on chips as snacks, but takes a simple delight in depriving Taekwoon of his snack since he was the root cause of the problem in the first place.

Five minutes before guests are set to arrive, Hakyeon dials Taekwoon’s phone. It goes to voice mail again and Hakyeon pulls it back to stare at it in contempt before speaking to the recording, “Jung Taekwoon, if you do not get your flat ass back here in the next three minutes you shouldn’t bother showing up at all,” he says voice a deadly sort of calm. “Drive safe. Love you,” he chirps out at the end.

“You two have the weirdest vibe,” Sanghyuk comments, nose wrinkled, from where he stands across the counter.

Luckily for Taekwoon, he shows up with literal seconds to spare, a plastic bag hanging off the crook of his elbow and a plastic tray of some sort in his hands.

“What the fuck, Taekwoon?” Hakyeon asks immediately crossing to the entryway to snatch the items from him. “You eat all of my food and then go on a snack run?” he demands.

“I got a cake?” Taekwoon says by way of reply.

Hakyeon stares at him, brow furrowed.

“You’re holding it,” Taekwoon says gesturing towards said cake.

Hakyeon tears his eyes away from his nearly ex-boyfriend and stares down at the cake in disbelief.

“What is this?” he asks, barely holding back a laugh.

“I had to get it personalized. That’s why it took so long.

Hakyeon can’t tear his eyes away from the confection. It’s a simple heart shape and frosted white, but the letters are black, red and gray and spell out “I’M YOURS SORRY NO REFUNDS” in simple block letters.

“You are really, really lucky I love you,” he finally huffs out in a laugh as he brings the cake to the kitchen. Now I’m going to have to explain to everyone why we have an apology cake at a Christmas party and they’re not going to think it, or you, are nearly as endearing as you seem to hope they will,” Hakyeon says gingerly setting the cake down.

“I’m just as endearing as I think I am,” Taekwoon pouts.

Hakyeon ignores him in favor of pawing through the bags Taekwoon returned with, sighing in relief when he sees both the crackers and the cheese that the other ate before he left.

“I couldn’t find the little weenie things,” Taekwoon says pulling slices of cold cuts out of the bag, “but I got some of this so people can make little cracker sandwiches.”

Hakyeon is too busy trying to arrange the new crackers on the tray to fill out the spread to respond. He, however, freezes when the doorbell sounds signaling the arrival of their first guest.

“I’ll get it,” Sanghyuk calls from the other room.

“If I even see you breathe near the food before anyone else has some, I will end you,” Hakyeon hisses, straightening up and throwing a dark look at Taekwoon.

He freezes again the second his eyes land on his boyfriend.

Taekwoon smiles back at him through a mouthful of cake.

“Run,” is all Hakyeon says before Taekwoon is off like a shot, fleeing the kitchen and running to the safety of the newly started party.