kat_elric: (From the Soul to the Song)
So, I already have 2 ideas for the next thing that I would like to write. Since the school year is done after one more day (pardon the author while she does a crazy victory dance) I will have more time to write. I think I am going to make a poll to see what you guys would rather read. Both pieces will be in the Of Flesh universe since I can't seem to stop writing that. So here are the choices:

Of Witches, Whispers, and Weddings: This piece will focus on the orginal pack and will star Siwon and Jessica. From the title I imagine that you will be able to guess the contents of the story. :) There will be several twists and quite a few guest characters although it will focus on them.

Of Regard and Repercussions: This will be the back story for the L/Sungjong/Sungyeol trio. It will start with L's addition to his pack and continue through their relationship. It might also end up moving into the future a bit to give a look at how everything settles. Sungjong is crazy and it is going to be a fun story to show how everything went down. :)

Let me know which you prefer and feel free to try and persuade me one way or the other. :)

[Poll #2045346]
kat_elric: (From the Soul to the Song)
Of Calescence and Chroma

Chapter Five )

One || Two || Three || Four

AN: So this ends the little side trip into this universe. I really have enjoyed this piece. I might end up writing an epologe to this peice to further their relationship a bit more. For those that are wondering, they do end up together in the future. I hope everyone enjoyed this piece. I look forward to the next one that the muses give me. :)
kat_elric: (From the Soul to the Song)
Of Calescence and Chroma

Chapter Four )

One || Two || Three || Four

AN: So I just had to post the next chapter just because. :) I really like how this story has turned out. I am kind of sad that some of my readers that would comment all of the time seem to have disappeared, but I completely understand given how long it has been since I have written anything. I hope those of you who are reading this are enjoying it! I'll be posting the next chapter Sunday night or Monday if I can hold out that long. :)
kat_elric: (From the Soul to the Song)
Of Calescence and Chroma

Chapter Two )

One || Two || Three || Four

AN: There is chapter two. I plan to post chapters every few days. I think my wonderful beta is done editing the entire thing so it should all go up in no time. Let me know what you think. :)
kat_elric: (From the Soul to the Song)
Title: Of Calescence and Chroma
Rating: R
Chapters: /5
Word Count: 20,500
Groups: U-Kiss, TRAX, Infinite, Super Junior
Pairing: Soohyun/Hoon, Jungmo/Jay
Summary: While taking a moonlight stroll, Hoon finds something out of place in a nearby body of water. After reacting on instinct, he finds himself face to face with an unhappy werewolf. Despite their first fateful meeting, Hoon just can’t seem to leave well enough alone and finds himself drawn back time and time again. This might just be the time when his curiosity finally gets the best of him.
Note: This is a side story in the Of Flesh, Fur, and Fang universe. Reading the rest of the stories is not required as this can stand alone, but it might be helpful

Chapter One )

One || Two || Three || Four

AN: I'm back!~ I'm so excited to finally start writing again. It has been truely crazy how much I have missed doing it. The good news is that I have this entire story written already so that I never have to make you guys wait for monthes for the next chapter. It is a short story but it is something after such a looooong dry spell. Also as a note, I have updated my masterlist at least somewhat so some of my fic should be a bit easier to find. Please let me know what you think. :)
kat_elric: (DBSK - issues)
I have actually started to write again! In the past few days I have written two chapters or so for the story I have had sitting in limbo for ages. It feels so good to be able to write again. I have really missed it.

I'm forcing myself to finish writing it before I post anything of it just because I don't want to leave anyone who reads it on a cliff hanger that lasts for a long time, but I can't wait! It is a UKISS centered side story in my Of Flesh universe. Although I'm not sure there are many people around who are fans of UKISS let alone remember my writing universes but the muses demanded that was what I finish. So finish it I shall! Hopefully it will be finished soon and posted for anyone who still comes around here to read.
kat_elric: (From the Soul to the Song)
I'm just going to leave this here....

Of Pain, Persecution, and Promise
Chapter 00

We never saw it coming, not really. Sure it was inevitable; a simple track of human history would have alerted us to that fact. We thought we were safe. We thought we were hidden. We thought as long as we remained peaceful nothing would come of a discovery.

You found out, you that call yourself humans. You found a way to discover what we are. The vampires. The Fae. The witches. The werewolves. All of us. You found us and nothing was safe, may never be safe again. We didn’t know. Couldn’t know.

Historians thought the witch trials and burnings were bad. They were wrong. This, this took everything that anyone had know and magnified it. It didn’t matter what we were, we weren’t human, not to you. You found a way, we don’t know how, to tell what we are, a way to know if we were something more than human, a way to bring out the worst in us.

We never got a chance to explain, never got the opportunity to tell you we weren’t monsters. You wouldn’t have listened anyway. Not after it started. It wouldn’t have been possible to convince the public that the raging wolf larger than any they had seen that was just brought out, wasn’t anything to fear. Even more so when you found a way to “take care” of us.

It wasn’t war, that implies both parties are participating in the fight. It was genocide, mass genocide of anything that wasn’t human. We didn’t fight back, couldn’t fight back. For all of your fear of us, we were the ones who died.

You forced the change on us, brought out the worst, made it impossible to hide. Staying home became suspicious. Going out became dangerous. One by one we were found. One by one we were exposed. One by one we were killed.

The things that were precious to us became even more so. Our mates. Our families. Our lives. Nothing was safe. Hiding wasn’t an option. Fighting wasn’t an option. Fleeing wasn’t an option. Dying seemed to be the only option.

Then you found him. You labeled him crazy, completely human but “mentally unstable with a hint of schizophrenia”. Our precious Quieter, the center of our pack, sang us to safety under the cover of mental illness. His songs kept our Beasts asleep, puzzled your scanners, foiled your drugs and allowed us to escape to freedom. You saw a family with a deeply troubled young man not a pack fleeing for their lives against all instinct.

You started this war. You drew first blood. You made us into the hunted. You caused all of this pain, but we, we will end this. You do not know what it is you have done, but we will show you. You are overjoyed by the great unity humanity is experiencing against a threat for the first time in human history, but you are not the only ones. You do not know what you have unleashed.

You will pay for what they have done. You, who should have done so long ago. You who are worse than us. You who do not see the creatures lurking deep within yourselves. You who do things a pack would never do. You who do things a seethe would never do. You who do things a coven would never do. You who speak of laws and rules but live by none. You will never understand us, you will never try.

We have heard your message loud and clear. Only one of us will be allowed to exist on this planet. You think it will be you. Let us let you in on a little secret. This land was ours long before it was yours. You are invaders, uninvited guests in our land. What you think was yours was never so in the first place. We allowed to you to live beside us. We allowed you to feel peace. We allowed you to think that nothing could harm the world you had constructed. We do so no more.

You think you have won. You have not. We are not defeated. We will return. We will take back what is ours. And you, you creatures that are worse than those that you persecute, you will fall.

You will not win this war.

You never could.

AN: So this is the start or end for a book that is like two books down the line in my Of Flesh series. I love this universe so much that I think it will probably be the one that gets me back into writing again. This is something the muses gave me long long ago and is where I have always seen this particular universe heading. So yeah... Hope you enjoyed it!
kat_elric: (OFFF - zhou mi wolf)
Chapter Twenty Two )

AN: And there ends this most recent book of the Of Flesh universe! : ) For a while there I wondered if I would every finish it when it started creeping from something fun and playful into something much more serious. I am working on changing Of Flesh over to an original character fiction with all original characters. I have someone who will work with me to publish it as an ebook so there are a lot of prospects there for that. I'll probably be spending most of the summer working on that, but no worries! This universe is far from done! Let me know what you guys think!
kat_elric: (SHINee - lost)
Chapter Nineteen

Over the years Heechul had experienced quite a few different forms that the inner subconscious of a person could take, but none of them were quite as fascinating as the mind he was in now. Before him stretched a massive garden, that seemed to go for as long as he could see. As with all subconscious planes, he couldn’t exactly wander out of it or find the end of it. It would seem to magically wind back and double on itself. Scattered through the garden, were flowers in all shapes and sizes, ranging from the smallest daisy to the tall arching patch of sunflowers. Here and there bushes were scattered as well as a few trees, but none as massive as the large oak tree that stood in the middle of the garden. Out in the real world he had never seen a tree grow as massive as this one, and he could hazard a guess that would be where the memories Onew didn’t even realize he held were. If he was to find the knowledge he was looking for, that would be it.

Carefully he brushed his fingers against the soft petals of a crimson rose. Immediately he was greeted with the image of a kiss in his mind and the feeling of passion powerful but fleeting. As soon as he pulled his fingers away the memory faded. The next was full of childlike laughter and joy. The larger the plant, he discovered as he pressed his fingers to the leaf of a shrub, the more complex and lengthy the memory.

Once he was certain he understood how to access the memories, he kept his hands to himself. No need to stir up memories if he didn’t have to, especially when the witch was asleep and he might be affecting his dreams with them. Instead he carefully skirted around the fauna in order to keep his distance from the memories.

He was halfway to the large tree when he found something invisible that halted his progress immediately as he ran right into it. Stepping back and rubbing his nose, he glared at the space before him. Onew’s mind had in no way been blocked from him before, and this didn’t feel like the doing of Hankyung. If the witch had purposefully put something into place to thwart him, then he likely would have made it electrocute him or something to that effect just out of a vindictive spirit.

Extending a hand, he pressed it against the barrier. It shimmered a rainbow of colors that seemed to be encasing the entire center of the garden in a dome but did not budge. With both hands pressed against it he could tell that it didn’t originate from within Onew’s mind but from somewhere else. It wasn’t until he glanced up that he fully understood exactly what he was up against. Standing within the dome, with his hand pressed against the ancient tree and dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, was Minho.

“Drop it,” Heechul snarled, not pleased that his own vampire was working against him.

“No,” Minho said simply, tilting his head towards the tree as if listening. “You have no need to be here and will do more harm than good.”

“Let me in,” Heechul intoned, dropping his voice to threatening levels.

“No,” the form of Minho repeated. “He is ours to protect.”

Snarling, Heechul pushed against the barrier. He could break it if he tried hard enough but he wasn’t certain how much of the barrier was Minho and how much was Onew on his own. If it was only Minho that was protecting his mind, then it would be relatively simple to shatter the barrier without any negative effects. If even a part of it was from Onew, however, then it could very easily damage the witch’s mind so much that he might not be able to get anything from it.

“As your Master I command you to let me in,” he growled, barely managing to contain his irritation.

Inclining his head in consideration, Minho paused for a minute before shaking it as a negative. “I don’t have to listen to you,” he said consideringly, “not like this. You have no power here.”

AN: So.... looking back I realize it has been almost two months since I have updated this. I'm so sorry guys! Then when I finally do update I give you two super short chapters. ^^;;; The good news is that the next two are longer and they are already written! This thing is nearly done. Only 22 chapters. Stick with me! The next one should be up Saturday or Sunday (or tomorrow if you all spoil me with comments. Yes I'm able to be bribed like that).
kat_elric: (From the Soul to the Song)
Chapter Eighteen

“Zhou mi, you really don’t have to help,” Leeteuk told him as he carefully coiled a strand of tinsel for storage.

“I want to,” Zhou mi replied, wrapping another fragile ornament from the tree in tissue paper.

He was offered a grateful smile. “It is probably good you are. Last year they tried to use the wreath as a frisby. It didn’t entirely survive the process.”

Zhou mi tried to keep his grin to himself. That would certainly explain why, instead of using the help of all of the many hands of the pack, Leeteuk had ordered them out of the house until he was finished. “I imagine it wouldn’t.”

“Unfortunately, for all the things we are, gentle is not one of them,” Leeteuk admitted.

“I don’t know about that,” Zhou mi challenged. On more than one occasion he had witnessed the Alpha, with all of his strength, displaying a very carefully chosen tenderness.

“Kangin is the exception,” Leeteuk told him, as if he had read his mind, “and that is only with great effort that he manages to pull that off. Our strength comes natural to use and the more dominate we are the more we are driven to show off that strength.”

That was something that Zhou mi was all too familiar with and he nodded as he continued to carefully remove ornaments from the tree and wrap them up. The past few days he had been spending more and more time with the pack. In the absence of his mother, Leeteuk had taken on a pseudo-parenting role, one for which Zhou mi was grateful. At times he felt ashamed that he still felt the need for a parent since he was nearly grown, but he missed the steady reassurance of having someone there. “Thank you,” Zhou mi said softly.

“For what?” Leeteuk questioned, rolling another strand of garland.

“For being there, for understanding,” Zhou mi shrugged, not certain how to voice what it was he was feeling.

“Oh, Zhou mi,” the older werewolf offered him a tender smile. “That is what a pack is for. If we can’t do that for you, then who possibly could?”
kat_elric: (OFFF - zhou mi wolf)
Sixteen )

AN: Since 15 was so short, I decided to post two lol. I know I have also been slacking on my nightly writing but I have had some seriously tiring days. I'm hoping to pick that back up tonight and crank out another drabble before bed. Hope you are enjoying this journey!
kat_elric: (From the Soul to the Song)
"I would ask what you are in for, but I guess that is pretty obvious," the young man said lightly as he settled at a table. Across from him the man whose name tag read 'HOYA' adjusted the doll in front of him so that it was positioned more comfortably.

"Ignore him Dongwoo," Hoya murmured to the doll and then paused for a moment as if listening. "No, I agree."

"Who are you talking to?" the young man asked him.

Hoya scowled at him as if it was a stupid question to be asking. "Dongwoo says I have to be nice because you are new here. I'm Hoya."

"Who is Dongwoo?" the other man asked.

"He is," Hoya replied, gesturing to the doll. "I introduced myself now it is your turn."

"I don't know my name," the young man admitted with a shrug.

"Your name tag says Myungsoo," Hoya informed him pointing to the piece of plastic attached to his shirt.

Glancing down, the young man touched it with curious fingers. "So it does."

"Nice to meet you Myungsoo, but I will call you L," Hoya announced.

"Why L?"

"Because that is A," Hoya pointed to a man across the room, "B, and C and the rest up to L are around somewhere. So you are L."

"Oh," L murmured, trailing off as he gazed around the room at the other people there.

"Now L, you can go away. Dongwoo and I were having a date before you so rudely interrupted," Hoya ordered harshly.

"Okay," L agreed. "Nice to meet you," he paused for a moment to read the other man's name tag again, "Hoya."

The other man grunted and mumbled softly, "Don't scold me. That was being nice."

As he rose from the table and moved away, L wondered if perhaps he should feel a bit hurt at the treatment by the other man, but a minute later he was distracted by a strange man that seemed to be talking to a doll.

AN: Look at all of you, four things posted for you in one day! Spoiled I tell you! Spoiled! *mumbles* I had better get a lot of comments on all this stuff! lol jk!
kat_elric: (Default)
Of Seasons and Spots
Fourteen: Lights

“What are you brooding about?” Leeteuk asked as he moved about the kitchen putting dishes back in their proper places.

“What do you think?” Kyuhyun growled, flipping over the paper he had been writing on and continued to do so.

“You can’t exactly blame him,” Leeteuk paused as he shoved a stack of plates into the cupboard. “You did, after all, kill his father.”

“I was protecting him,” Kyuhyun snarled. “You would have done the same.”

Leeteuk fixed him with the practiced stare of dominance before he had a moment to think about it. For a long moment their eyes locked and with a grumble Kyuhyun looked away. It wasn’t lost on either of them that he only did so because he didn’t wish to push the issue any farther than that, not because he felt a true need to do so.

“I would have if it were Kangin in his place, but that doesn’t change the fact you killed his father,” Leeteuk told him gently, turning back to the sink. “No matter what your intent was, it is still someone important to him, but more than that Kyuhyun, Zhou mi very likely understands exactly why you did what you did and probably hates the fact that even he can’t blame you for it.”

“Then why is he acting like this?” Kyuhyun asked miserably.

“That isn’t the right question,” Kangin told him as he moved into the kitchen, causing Kyuhyun to leap from his chair and spin in surprise. That he had so easily slipped up behind the other werewolf without notice, spoke volumes as to just how distracted Kyuhyun was. “The right question is ‘What can I do to apologize and make things better.’ To which the answer is, a lot of groveling and begging.”

Grinning, the Alpha slipped an arm around Leeteuk’s waist and kissed him on his cheek. With a smile lighting his eyes, Leeteuk elbowed him in the ribs. “Zhou mi isn’t a woman to be groveled before. Kyuhyun, you simply need to do what you think you need to in order to smooth over the issue you have caused.”

“Thanks for nothing,” Kyuhyun mumbled in a tone that wouldn’t have been heard if not for the presence of supernatural ears.

“Instead of sitting there and brooding, why don’t you come and help with the dishes,” Leeteuk told him gesturing to the pile of dirty dishes waiting for the space to be washed. It wasn’t an order exactly, but Kyuhyun took it as one, standing and deftly catching the towel Kangin tossed to him. If nothing else perhaps the task would keep him from stewing over the same thing over and over again.


A day spent shopping with Ryeowook hadn’t been horrible, but it hadn’t been exactly the healing balm for his trouble that he had hoped it would be. The young man and himself were good enough friends, but as the day progressed, Zhou mi found himself longing for the presence of his mate. That longing only caused him further irritation because he didn’t particularly want much to do with the werewolf at the moment, much to his Beast’s displeasure.

By the time darkness had fallen and Ryeowook had dropped him off in front of his own home, he was both anxious and dreading seeing his mate. Perhaps it made him a coward, but he found that he wasn’t yet ready to face the fact that Kyuhyun had done nothing wrong by the laws that governed werewolves. Even his own Beast had tried to convince him throughout the day that Kyuhyun was within his right and only protecting them.

On the front step he nearly turned and walked away, to where he didn’t know. Anywhere would be better than inside the house where he would have to face both memories and his mate, neither of which he wanted at the moment. Running, as pleasing as it sounded, was not an option. Not only would Kyuhyun tear the area apart looking for him, but the rest of the pack would help as well, and he didn’t want to face them either.

Silently he shifted his bags to one arm and slipped the key into the lock. It gave easily beneath the press of his fingers and he swung the door open, stepping into his house and kicking it closed behind him. The interior was lit in a soft glow as he bent to untie his shoes and place them in the proper place. When Zhou mi straightened again and reached for his packages he froze.

The soft glow that he had mistaken for a lamp or candle light, was in fact produced by thousands of tiny twinkling lights strung throughout the house. Somehow they had been strung so as to not look like the strands they were but more like distant random pinpricks of light, mini stars just for his eyes. He took it all in with his mouth open as he just stood there and stared at them.

“I remember you saying that you liked the lights,” Kyuhyun spoke softly from the living room.

Vaguely Zhou mi remembers telling him of times when he was younger, with his father and mother, of hours spent walking and enjoying the twinkling Christmas lights. They were times that hadn't happened in years, and wouldn’t, he realized suddenly, ever happen again. Before he could stop it a broken sob was escaping his lips as the loss hit him anew and his eyes sought out his mate on reflex.

Kyuhyun stood there looking incredibly guilty and uncertain of what he should do. “Kui Xian,” Zhou mi murmured and had barely lifted a hand towards him before Kyuhyun was there and gathering him into his arms.

“I’m so sorry. So so sorry,” the older wolf muttered as he lifted Kyuhyun off his feet and carried him into the living room. “I was only trying to do something nice for you, and I’ve upset you again.”

With his face buried in Kyuhyun’s chest, he couldn’t see the man’s face, but he could hear the distress there. His mate was as apologetic as Zhou mi was hurt, and holding it against him, he realized at last, would only hurt both of them more. Reaching inside himself he found their bond, and was surprised to find his end of it as tightly closed as he had been able to make it. Gingerly, he grasped it and slid it open letting his mate have access to himself once again. A choked off noise was the only response he got from his mate, but he could feel the pure relief and love flow down the bond to them.

“I’m sorry, too,” Zhou mi told him softly. Kyuhyun’s arms tightened around him as the werewolf arranged them both on the couch. He couldn’t tell his mate that he forgave him yet, but that would come with time, they both knew.

Kyuhyun said nothing, simply moved his hands over the fabric covering Zhou mi’s body and pulled them off. The other man let him until they were curled together skin against skin with the werewolf’s hands drifting over his body in a comforting caress. Zhou mi never had imagined he would be able to lay against his mate without clothing and not feel arousal, but he didn’t feel any now. Kyuhyun’s touch wasn’t sexual in nature, but soothing. This touch, just as intimate as when they had sex, was more comforting than he would have thought possible. Slowly, he relaxed into his mate’s body and allowed himself to express his sorrow. It wasn’t the first time Kyuhyun’s skin became wet with his tears and likely wouldn’t be the last.

Later, when his tears had dried, and his fingers played over Kyuhyun’s skin returning the comfort he had taken, he found it in him to smile softly. “Thanks Kui Xian,” he murmured. “I really do like the lights.”

“Any time,” was the deep rumbled response of a man calmed to near sleep. With a sigh that was somewhere in the ballpark of contentment, Zhou mi closed his eyes and let his mind drift off to the feeling of fingertips moving against his skin and the deep love he could feel within.

AN: Look another chapter so soon! Yay!! But I discovered that since I refuse to waste my money that I don't have on a paid lj account I had to delete over half my icons. That makes me sad even if I only use some of them every once in a while. lol

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