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⸢  shock & awe ,  ⸥

@twsoonyoung  ,           tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies from the lake

he knows the rules of fabletown.

they are to be what you are not; always walking on two legs, always standing upright on land and giving no thought to who you’re supposed to be.  and hyungwon hates them, hates the way his body feels when he’s stuck itching in the sun without the comfort of the water to soak his skin and find its way into the crevices of his every scale.  he misses his tail the most when he’s forced to be on land, and that’s why on most days, hyungwon remains to be himself.

he knows the rules, he just doesn’t care.

perhaps that’s why hyungwon finds himself sitting by the water now, eyes peering out into the distance and the dark depths that beckon to his sirenlike side.  it is the dark of night that coats him warm, and he is not too worried about what bigby wolf might say if he caught him; if anything, he can always charm him into forgetting with his voice.  and so the glamour comes off; before the world, hyungwon is the naked man and then the naked mermaid, legs sewing themselves together and tail forming from his flesh. 

all that he wants to do is dive right in, and so he does.  ( hyungwon feels right at home in the water of a river rather than the pool that keeps him confined by its walls. )

[hyungwontw]

⸢  in sickness & in health ,  ⸥

@wonhotw ,           tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies from the lake

the sun beats down on his skin, and all hyungwon can do is think of death.

if he’s being honest, the reason he hates glamour is not because of the legs that it provides him with - as much as he likes to say that they’re the problem, it isn’t the root.  at his core, he’s a mermaid with the skin of a fish; out too long in the sun and he’ll dry out far faster than any of the more land dwelling fables would.  dehydration for a mermaid can be deadly. 

but hyungwon is not and honest, and he is more stubborn than not.  he holds his head proud when he walks into the sun and it’s true that he’s fine for a time - until he’s not.  the sun is far too bright on a summer’s day and hyungwon’s legs are shaking under the rays that beat down on skin that’s sensitive, and this is why he curses the mayor of fabletown because magic can only hide the biological, not take it away.

he wonders if anyone thought of that when they tried to force him to hide his tail with glamour.

it’s an awful feeling to sense your skin start to flake when it dries.  hyungwon attempts to wet cracking, full lips with his tongue only to find that even that won’t suffice because he needs to get into the water - now, it seems.  he’s overextended his stay in the sun, but hyungwon doesn’t ask for help ( he knows all too well that even if he called, no one would come. ) fabletown is a fucking joke. 

all these thoughts swirl and swim in a befuddled mind, desperate to take off his stupid legs and fall into water somewhere but even he knows he’s way too far from absolem to make it there before he dies on the street.  of course this is how it ends, not by hook or peter’s hand - but the damn sun.

and still, he’s way too proud to ask for help, even from a passerby.

[hyungwontw]

kim ‘hook’ jongin && chae hyungwon 

“ If I would have known that you wanted me the way I wanted you.  Then maybe we wouldn’t be two worlds apart, but right here in each others arms. 

we almost knew what love was, but almost is never enough. “

[hyungwontw]

twpan: 

he doesn’t like the club all that much. he doesn’t like the way the burly men at the entrance eye him suspiciously through wrinkles and sweat and only let him in because hyungwon told them to. he doesn’t like the way the place smells of the sticky medicine the patrons toss back glass after glass or the steady pulsing thrum of the music that shakes the building like cannon fire. 

normally he makes a point of coming before business hours, but he’d got caught up napping on a rooftop after leaving mundy police officers in his dust. they kept telling him stealing was ‘illegal’ and he kept telling them he didn’t even know how to spell illegal. and he’d promised the merman that he’d pay him a visit today. and though peter’s enemies would fight the very thought with their lives, his friends would assure that peter pan was a boy of his word.

he has the pool in sight, starts his tricky weaving beeline through shifting bodies, mundy and fable alike, only to be stopped in his tracks by a trio of young mundy women with hands that cling to his clothes like brambles and wet seaweed.

they coo at him, tell him he hardly looks old enough to be in a place like this, giggle when his nervous, charming laughter melts away, when cheeks flush and his face goes hard. their perfumes suffocate him like a cloud, their nails are sharp and painted, like their faces, and all he is aware of is hands in his hair, hands on his arms, hands on his back. we’ll take care of you, one says. another asks him what he’s drinking, offers him the sticky sweet medicine swirling red and bright in her glass. the third drags a hand down his forearm, starts to tangle fingers with his, and he snatches his hand away. they only laugh, pressing in further, surrounding him like sharks in open water. 

something wells up inside of him that he isn’t familiar with, something too hot and too much; it’s strange and uncomfortable and he doesn’t like it.

he knows what he’d do if he was in neverland and surrounded by deadly creatures with not a friend in sight.

his hand hovers toward the familiar handle of his blade, resting in his pocket, even as hands continue to muss his hair and touch his cheek and tug at the fabric of his shirt. his heart pounds in his ears, almost as loud as the music, and he’s already counting down the moments until he can catch his captors unaware, until he can cut them down and break free from their clutches.

he doesn’t notice his friend parting crowds, on his way to save him, his hand sliding into his pocket and closes around the handle of the dagger.

there is no attention paid to wandering eyes as he walks dripping through the club.

theirs is not a club that would initially find this strange anyway; he’s used to eyes staring at his usually shirtless form and so it does not bother hyungwon as he stalks over in just a towel.  there’s a clear set of his jaw and a fury in his eyes that would rival the anger in ocean waves, and there is no doubt that he is the fury of the seas himself.  if a mermaid can be blamed for ocean’s tragedy, then hyungwon has no problem causing one here tonight.

and maybe it is a good idea that he’s getting himself involved.  peter does not look like peter among the girls who brush their fingers along his arm, and even hyungwon can see it plain through narrowed eyes.  that’s the problem with mundies sometimes, they clearly can’t read a mood.  but just the fact that they’re picking on The peter pan makes him almost bemused, but more so - worried.  there’s a reason why he likes it when peter comes to the club in the off hours of the day.

this isn’t the kind of club for the picture of feral youth.

his eyes catch peter’s hand moving towards his pocket before the girls do, but more so - grits his teeth at the way they tease him, touch him, try to make him theirs.  it almost makes him sick, and so his steps begin to slow as he approaches but the expression on his face, still stormy, is just as violent as before.  peter pan is a boy and not a man, and he’s almost tempted to allow the dagger he knows lies deep in that pocket to slice them up, to gut them, to mar their pretty faces -

but that would be bad for business.

a low sigh escapes through gritted teeth, and hyungwon begins again his stalked approach.  he’s only a few feet from them now and when he finally manages to reach the small group, he tugs on peter’s hand, wedges himself between the clutches of the three only to maneuver peter out of sight behind him.  he doesn’t really give a shit about the looks of disdain in their eyes or the curling of their lips.  ( if he was back in neverland - no, if no one was around, he’d bash their heads against the bartop. )  “ sorry.  he was supposed to be meeting me.” he hums at them, crooning words that he knows will pacify and hypnotize.

he keeps peter behind him with a grip tight around his wrist, not because he’s afraid of the attack but more out of a form of protective ( possessive ) endearment.  “ it’s late.  you three should be heading home, shouldn’t you?” he raises a brow, the croon in his voice turning heads and drawing interest to him but still - hyungwon doesn’t care.  he just wants them gone before he himself destroys them all where they stand.  “ besides, i’ve got some business with him.  you’d be much happier in your beds.”

they gather their things without a word, the looks of disdain slowly disappearing and instead being replaced by chatting like nothing even happened, like nothing was amiss.  he turns his head with narrowed eyes to look at peter behind him, to hope that the croon of his tone didn’t affect him like the others. “ let’s go, peter.”  

and still, he doesn’t let go of peter’s wrist.

⸢  mine ,  ⸥

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Bows

he hates having legs. 

he hates how clumsy he is upon them, how easily hook can knock him backwards and make him scowl.  hook pushes and bends hyungwon until he breaks, and a clumsy one is no exception - in fact, he probably uses it to his advantage.  hyungwon knows it, hook knows it; there is no way he wouldn’t see a weakness to exploit and destroy him because that’s how these things go.  that’s how things are between them.

( at the same time, he loves them. ) 

hyungwon glares up at the captain and swears he’ll tear his throat out, and hook just laughs when he covers his mouth with his hand.  this is a game of cat and mouse, a game of a pirate and his siren of the sea and though hyungwon squirms, his heart isn’t in it.  hook pins him down too easily and the mermaid lets him do it, because he knows there’s no strength in the legs he has - and maybe, just maybe, that’s why he visited hook in glamour in the first place.

their love is always a show of dominance and hatred burning at its core, and hyungwon pretends that he hates his legs if only to love them when hook is around.  his hand slaps hook’s away and he hates that he loves the shine of rum in the pirate’s eyes, the way his hand makes his body curve towards its touch as it brushes down along his chest.

hook calls hyungwon a slut under his breath, and the only thing he can do is snap his teeth.

( how is it that, still, hook manages to make his heart skip a beat? )

hyungwon swears that he hates his legs, but they’re useful.  he bends his leg at the knee and presses the warmth of his thigh between hook’s, watches him still and feels a moment of victory as he gives the pirate pause.  legs are, perhaps, good for something after all because hook seems to worship the way they make him feel as he rubs back against him and falls away, pretends like he’s not falling apart.

he pretends he doesn’t like the look in hook’s eyes when the pirate reaches for the button on his stiff jeans, and so, he kicks him.  “ what do you think you’re doing?” hyungwon snarls, pretends he means it.  ( the words that carry no heat, because inwardly, he wants. ) and hook pins down his legs with his knees and simply narrows his eyes, as if he’s saying what do you think i’m doing, fishboy.  it’s something that the mermaid expects because somehow, the captain is always pinning him down in one way or another.  

again, hook reaches for the button of his jeans and hyungwon tenses as he feels hands brush against sensitive skin in ways that he’s not used to.  being bedded when he’s got limbs that he doesn’t use makes for more experiences that make him shiver in ways he hasn’t yet before.  legs are both good for nothing, and good for something.

he pretends he hates his legs, but when hook pulls down his jeans and spreads them roughly with his hands, hyungwon thinks he likes them after all.

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DRABBLE MEME

It’s The Wolf’s first drabble meme! You can all thank our Momo ( @twxmomo ) for the lovely submission! We compiled a list of several different prompts to give the drabble meme some variation. You know the rules: send as many prompts as you get (it’s called rp karma!) If you see any members that seem to want more, send them one! The drabbles can be au or canon as you want and don’t be afraid to send to muses you’re not familiar with.

Feel free to edit whichever drabbles you’re comfortable with writing (by using the xkit extension):

Love: I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours. Lust: I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together. Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours. Fight: I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours. Snow: I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together. Nightmare: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.  Holiday: I’ll write our characters celebrating a holiday together.  Sketching: I’ll write your character drawing mine or vice versa. Warmth: I’ll write our characters getting warm.  Child: I’ll write our characters raising a child. (specify boy or girl) Obsession: I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours or vice versa. Stars: Our characters under the stars together. Freezing: Our characters in the cold together. Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other. Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse. Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours. Rivalry: I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other. Hug: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason. Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s home for a night. Happy: I’ll write a fluffy drabble with our muses. Angst: I’ll write an angst drabble with our muses. XXX: I’ll write whatever you request with our muses (please be specific. Homelands: I’ll write our characters and how would they be if they still met back in the Homelands.

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hooktw: 

he couldn’t deny that he found the whole situation suspicious. based on the fact their last encounter hadn’t gone too well, he had the battle scars to prove it. so naturally hook had been skeptical when hyungwon had reached out to him saying that they ‘needed’ to meet up. for a while he had considered the idea that the merman would apologise to him, however he had quickly dismissed the thought entirely and had practically laughed at the very thought of it. after all hyungwon was just as good at holding a grudge as he was himself. but after a while of thinking he had come to the conclusion that nothing good would come of it, if he were to agree.

at the same time he couldn’t say no. his ego was too big, too prideful to even consider turning the offer down and very very reluctantly he had agreed to meet.

his hands were shaky from the rage that still happened to be trapped within him, anger from not only the fishboy hurting him in the first place (he swore that he’d get his own back, and he would do it eventually, just not yet) but that he even had the audacity to request a meet up so suddenly after the mess the last one resulted in. the boy had a death threat and hook was well aware of that by now. 

upon arrival to the meeting place, he glided into the seat across from the other male, eyebrow cocked up already in question of his actions. “make it snappy, im a busy man today.” he blurted out rather bluntly, arms resting on the table. 

he knows he’s going to have to play his cards right to make sure that he gets what he wants out of this.  hyungwon wants hook to suffer, but he knows just how suspicious the pirate captain would be of him after the .. incident.  the mermaid would call it unfortunate, if he really felt that it was - sadly, he and about ten other people would probably say hook deserved it.  ( it’s not a sad situation.  at this point, hyungwon finds that the last shred of compassion he had for the pirate has long since withered. )

and that’s when hook arrives, and he’s clearly showing the suspicion and the biting anger on his pretty face, but - it won’t be pretty after hyungwon is done with him.  it almost makes him smile at the thought, but he has to be careful not to show his heart on his sleeve.  he’s done that before with captain hook, and look where it got him now.

a heart full of black tar that sits angrily in his throat.

eyes glance over the captain’s face and it’s hard not to show the aggravation that is roiling inside, the burning anger that seethes through him.  his skin may be cold, but hyungwon is almost certain he’d burn to the touch, scorch anyone who tries to brush a finger across his hand.  but he has to rein it in, keep the shake of hatred from his voice and instead, smile like the water devil that he is. “ you always say you’re busy, and yet here you are.” he hums, crossing a leg beneath the table.  ( he hates legs so much. ) “ so tell me how that works, hook.” 

a finger slides around the rim of a glass, the one that’s poured with all of his hellish intent.  “ this is all that i can spare for you.  rum has always eased your headaches.” and then, he pushes it across the table.

it is nothing but a fake apology, wrapping the gift of his revenge.

⸢  wicked games ,  ⸥

[hyungwontw]

he isn’t sure why he’s here in a club that’s not his own, but perhaps it’s better just to scope the competition and crush them under the weight of his fist.

hyungwon heaves a bored sigh at the bar and swirls a glass of rum in his hand.  he isn’t really even sure he likes the taste of it now, after all these years - but it’s a habit that he’s formed since a time he’d much rather forget.  alcohol helps him to do that, lots of things do.  but that’s not the point of this venture; he’s more curious than anything to see the popularity of the so -called bumping atmosphere.  he finds it a little strange that the room seems almost lifeless at first, like they aren’t really moved by the place they’ve come to.  it’s nothing like a club that he’s experienced, certainly nothing like absolem itself.

but then, the music plays and everything comes to life and it’s a scene more like one he’s used to.  his eyes narrow at the sudden shift in mood, his hands growing colder from the condensation forming on his glass.  this is a party trick.  he’d recognize it anywhere.

bored eyes look dully on the small commotion, girls kissing girls and boys causing a scene before he stares dead on at the conductor of this chaotic orchestra.  

who knew he’d meet a fable in a place like this.

jacob’s blues

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There are nothing but strobe lights bouncing against the hollow space of the dance floor– yet alone people hardly pay attention to details these days, music playing through their heart strings and sex on their mind; that stereotype makes Gray laugh– how foolish are they. And maybe their vulnerability reels the Pied Piper in, like toys displayed in shops just waiting to be played destroyed.

So, there he is, beats against his ears and fingers against buttons, carefully watching through the rise and the fall of the lines on his laptop, bobbing his head to his beat on the stage, not that people are paying attention to his hooded demeanor anyway.

He lifts his hands, as if he’s a conductor of his own orchestra– a thug smile playing on his features as people start gathering towards the dance floor. A flick of his finger and a few starts kissing, another flick and there’s a small fight, the third twitch and some starts crying– but there’s a body in the sea of foolishness that catches his eyes; looking unaffected.

It makes Gray curious, very curious. 

[hyungwontw]

“I’m too good to you. I’m way too good to you. You take my love for granted. I just don’t understand it.”

[hyungwontw]

⸢  wicked games ,  ⸥

@hooktw ,           tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies from the lake

i was never worth your time, but don’t worry.  

                         you wanted the wrath of a mermaid, it’s only just begun.

these are the words that echo in his head, all the while he walks on legs that hyungwon can’t get used to even if he wanted to.  but this is an important cause, destroying hook’s esteem and knocking him down more pegs than leaving him with a concussion could do is what drives him.  revenge is in his head and now that it’s settled itself somewhere as a fire in his ribcage, there’s no quelling it now.  he is a demon of the water, the devil in a wet disguise and hook will be getting everything that’s coming to him in the shape of a tiny bottle that cost him twenty five dollars.

he is the portrait of hell hath no fury when he tips a potion that speaks of love into a glass of rum, something hyungwon knows well that hook won’t be able to resist.  the mermaid hates that he knows his captain all too well; his habits and his quirks and the things that make him calm.  fury thrums in his veins down to his fingertips as he sets the glass down, and waits with crossed legs in a chair for hook to make his grand arrival.

while he drums his fingers on the armrest, hyungwon still secretly hopes that the concussion he gave still causes him pain.

[hyungwontw]

⸢  beached ,  ⸥

@hooktw ,           tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies from the lake

the ripples in the water tell him almost everything.

he can always tell when peter’s come because there’s the constant, excitable splashing of his sisters pushing each other and vying for the boy’s attention.  those are the days that he, too, hangs far in the back with his tail curled up on a rock to watch from a distance, because there’s no point competing with something that he doesn’t have.  on other days, there’s the telltale signs when a body enters the lagoon, likely the prey of one of his sisters that he always tends to ignore. 

then there are the larger waves that speak in the language of captain hook’s ship.

and he is the only one who pays attention to it; the waves touch his body and the mermaid is smitten - tell hook that, and he’d deny it.  curiosity is what pulls him to the surface of the lagoon, his eyes peering out from over the depths to stare at the hull in the not -so -far distance.  though peter has preached the evils of captain hook as if he lives in fire and brimstone, he can’t stifle the way he’s drawn to the ship.  as if pulled by the gravity of a planet to become its moon, he steers himself stealthily in the water to touch the precious wood against his palm in an almost reverent way, staring up at the deck with a strangely blank expression.

he knows well what hook will say to what comes next - but he finds that he doesn’t care as he begins his climb up the side, digging hands into footholds and pulling himself with strength he didn’t realize he had.  with his body dripping water, he glances over the sides of the deck and pointedly ignores the wide eyes of the crew who happen to catch sight of him.  instead, he finds himself looking for hook because the game won’t be as fun if he’s pushed off the side this early.  he doesn’t see him, and it lifts his lips in a smile.  it’ll be fun to toy with hook, is the only thought in his mind as he pulls himself up and finally, over to lounge upon the deck in the sun.  

the way the crew still look at him with their mouths open in shock makes him smile coyly, tail swaying with the rock of the ship.  “ where’s hook?” 

even without the question, he knows that the captain will find him there in no time.

[hyungwontw]

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Beyonce (Feat. Drake) - Mine

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⸢  mine ,  ⸥

@twpan ,           tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies from the lake

his nails dig deep into his skin, but he can’t feel it.

metal on his tongue and fire in his heart, hyungwon could boil the water he finds himself swimming in if he’d had all the magic of the sea witch in her depths but as it is, he’s only a mermaid; as it is, he can only watch.  the scowl on his lips looks almost like it’s been written in stone, and he supposes when it comes to peter - especially lately - it might have been.  ( hyungwon may feel drugs running through his system on a good night, but peter is an addiction he hasn’t been able to rid himself of since neverland. ) his mood always tips scales when it comes to peter pan, and there is no in between.  there are only extremes.

for now, hyungwon watches and bides his time even though he should know better than this, thinks he knows better than this.  peter pan has always found a fascination in all the things that he was not, so the vicious metal he’s about to spit from his mouth is only but a pointless feeling and nothing more.  he watches their curves and their lines and the shape of their mouths when they talk to him, when they flank him, when they steer him out of the path of his pool.

had peter not promised to see him today?

venom runs through his veins instead of the blood that should be spilling from the way he’s digging his nails further into his skin.  hyungwon wonders why he bothers when peter doesn’t put up much of a fight but only comes to the realization in his head that he’s probably used to this behaviour.  it hasn’t changed since neverland, when his sisters would tear his attention away and he’d forget about the boy sitting on the rock.

“ typical peter.” he mutters under his breath, and hyungwon’s about to dive back into his pool to lay on the bottom and forget.  nevermore will he get his hopes up for peter pan. ( he can’t count the number of times he’s thought that very same thought in his head. )

his head is about to breach the depths when he sees it, though.  something isn’t quite right and hyungwon can’t quite put his finger on it, so he pauses for a moment and goes deathly still.  it’s in the way that peter carries himself stiff when hyungwon has never seen him as anything but loose limbed and uncaring because that’s more typical peter pan.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

he’s still sitting deathly still in the water and peter is still sitting just as uncomfortably as before.  hyungwon fights with himself internally; a battle not to care about it because peter has never once cared about him, versus everything that pulls him to his side.  it’s clear which one wins when hyungwon finally pulls himself from the depths of the pool, all dripping wet and grabbing for the towel that sits folded by its side.  within its folds and wrapped up tight is the very glamour that he dislikes to use, but still he lets the magic swath his body and give him legs for the time being.

wrapping the towel around his waist, he stalks through the club and parts seas with the dark look in his eye and the drops of water that fall from his skin to the floor.

all hyungwon knows is that if peter blows him off after putting on legs to get involved, he’s going to fucking drown him.