fandom & fiction journal

I created this account to archive my fandom works - mainly fiction & icons.
Or possibly anything that may catch my fancy, fandom-wise.
My current interests are KAT-TUN and TVXQ/DBSK.
Main pairings would be Akame from KAT-TUN, and the YunJae & YooSu couples from TVXQ/DBSK.

Group!love is just as amazing, really. ;]
And I think YooSuMin are the most adorable kids ever. Heh.

Feel free to friend me, and I'll friend you back asap. ♥
I'll be transferring all of my old fanfiction here... soon-ish.

New fiction will be up once I get my gears going. :]

( Disclaimer applies. )

Jin is haunted by the gruesome images of ghosts and demons; plagued by the ones who deny their death, and those who hunt him as their prey. He finds a bruised man under the tree during a rainy day, and takes him home for shelter.

The man claims to be Kame, a descendant of the Maou* and a yuki-onna**, but damned by both heaven and hell with a bounty on his head. And for saving his life, he grants Jin just one wish.

For lilmatchgirl007.
A lot of thank you's to my beta misaseba. Any remaining errors are entirely my fault.

( No one really knows where he came from. )

Prompt: Hayato/Ryu. Bloody and bruised from a fight, up against a wall on a dark alley.

For tinybars.
Written for a prompt in the Akame Mass Comment Ficcy Thing #1 ages ago.
Unbeta'd. Sorry for any mistakes. :x
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( He remembers little of that night, save for this: )

Prompt: hot afternoon in the middle of nowhere

For sandi_wandi, my soulmate, and for our fanon-kind-of-Dramione. Here's the fic to the prompt you gave me eons ago: "hot afternoon in the middle of nowhere," which was then extended to "just meeting up with someone and running away to a different place where no one knows you". To which I asked, "can it be like, in the middle of the night?" And she said, "...I JUST SAID AFTERNOON." But then I asked her if I can manipulate it and twist it in one way or another. She conceded.

Sort of as a continuation to Dawn. Unbeta'd.
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( It seems as if things are in slow motion now; the days are shorter, and the nights (together) are longer. )

They meet in sun down like lovers and wake up in dawn as enemies.

Unbeta'd.
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( The war starts slowly, like spilt coffee gradually seeping through the fabric of the table cloth marking it in rich darkness. )