VIXXMAS: A VIXX fic party!

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EDIT: The fest is now over!! You can still read through the fills but you can't prompt nor fill anymore in here. There is a claiming post now in case the fillers decide to reveal themselves, so you can give them some love there! 



It's time!! 

Do you feel like writing but can't focus on anything long? Do you have so many ideas that you don't know what to do with them? Are you currently writing something long but you need a quick distraction from it? 

Do you want to have fun writing, just in time for Christmas? 

Then I present you...

 

This fic party is very heavily inspired, with permission, from  alesserrain's Three Sentence Ficathon (thank you! ♥), so if you participated in that before you already got the gist of it! 

For the people who want a refresher or didn't get to participate on those, here are some pointers:

• 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). Some examples:

Hakyeon, learning to walk in heels
Hongbin/Jaehwan, late night practice
Hyuk/Namjoo (Apink), Hyuk finds the first person that can really scare him
Neo, how come Taekwoon is so good at undoing Hakyeon's belt

• Please do warn for prompt or fills that include sensitive content. 


• Prompts can be filled several times!


• If you see a fill you like, tell them :D 


• Tell all your friends, invite them to join! Everyone is welcome! 


• Anon commenting is allowed and IP logging is off. If something gets caught on the spam filter message me here or _vixxmas on twitter!


• The party will last until 23:59 December 24th, Pago Pago time! 


• And the most important one: have fun! 

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Taekwoon falls in love with a painting

[(Anonymous)]

They spoke of muses like they spoke of gods. Fleeting, ephemeral, unobtainable, and absolute. They all had their gods—there wasn't an artist without a muse.

Taekwoon's brush lingered hesitantly against the canvas, his fingers light in their hold on the handle, wood smooth and worn. It left a trail of pale blue, a line of sunlight in the background.

Taekwoon's muse came to him in his dreams and hovered by his shoulder in the day. Taekwoon's muse would hold him with his arms about his waist, his chest warm against his back. Taekwoon's muse was tan skinned with soft features and sharp eyes.

"You are not him," Taekwoon said softly. His words echoed back to himself.

The painting, his creation, the love spilled from his heart to the canvas, answered him in silence, but with eyes unwavering as a god's, his features sharp in profile.

[(Anonymous)]

oh my god this is beautiful??? and a little sad, in the end, but your writing, the images you created are so beautiful? I don't know what to say??? thank you so so much oh my god!!

[(Anonymous)]

Hakyeon has heard stories. Of magic going beyond the canvas, of figures getting out of their painting. Jaehwan told them all, that time they were displayed side by side, all those years ago.

He never quite believed them. It didn't matter that he himself was born from magic, eternal and unchanging, observing the human world from the little window that was provided for him.

He stood there, day after day, observing the people that walked across him. Watching them evolve from his limited view. It was fascinating, he thought, how even though they were always watching him, it didn't feel as if they could really see him.

Until Taekwoon.

Taekwoon, who stood in the middle of the room, shocked, catching Hakyeon's attention. Taekwoon, who came back, day after day, to look at him, only him.

Taekwoon, who is standing in front of his canvas, on the empty room, and a determined expression on his face that Hakyeon has never seen in all the time he has been observing him.

Before Hakyeon notices it, Taekwoon's hand is reaching out, arm stretching towards the canvas. He pauses moments before actually reaching it, doubting. Hakyeon holds his breath.

The second the hand makes contact with the canvas something ripples through Hakeyon. Something new that leaves him shaking.

Hakyeon had never quite believed the stories. Until then.

[(Anonymous)]

such an interesting take on the prompt with the painting's POV on taekwoon, hakyeon noticing taekwoon watching him Everyday awww, and just taekwoon trying to touch/ cross over that barrier. i like the little detail too of both jaehwan and hakyeon paintings being side by side hehe. thank you for writing this!

[(Anonymous)]

oh my gosh i adored this???

will hakyeon get out of the painting :c and they can be happy together :c