i am attempting to dust this puppy off and use it more as twitter descends into chaos. this place hasn't seen fic from me in......years? let's fix that.
here's a snippet of my stray kids captive prince au where chris is damen and felix is laurent (and changbin is nikandros because why tf not):
It was at that moment, just as Chan approached the bar, that he heard a loud, deep laugh rumble over the noise of the tavern. Chan knew that laugh; it haunted him daily. He spun around and scanned the crowd, and soon his eyes landed on a familiar knit cap.
Felix was sitting in a man’s lap, and the man was gazing up at him in absolute besotted wonder. Said man was also at a table of several others, who all wore similar expressions. Felix’s hands were flailing about as he spoke, and suddenly the men erupted in laughter. Felix smiled, ran a hand over his cap (he wants to push his hair back, Chan thought helplessly), and then his eyes met Chan’s.
In another lifetime, in another universe, Chan would’ve fallen over himself for Felix’s attention. He was every inch Chan’s type, right down to the dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose, and the small dimple in his left cheek that only appeared on those rare occasions when Felix allowed himself to smile.
Like now, for instance.
The smile flickered at the edges, as if Chan had, somehow, caught Felix off guard. But he held Chan’s gaze, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to swipe at his lips. Chan couldn’t help but think Felix was up to something; he looked far too calculating for any of this to lead to something good.
And sure enough, a second later Felix’s voice carried over the crowd—“Sorry, boys, my master’s here.”
Chan froze.
The man holding Felix in his lap chuckled. “Ah, come on, love. You’re nobody’s plaything.”
Felix giggled—giggled. Chan felt as if he were going mad. “I’m afraid so, but it’s all right, he’s good to me. And I’m good to him.” He very deliberately let his gaze slide back to Chan, and suddenly the whole table was staring at him.
Another man frowned. “Why is he wearing a collar?”
“We like to roleplay sometimes,” Felix purred, and yes, all right, Chan really was going to murder him. He watched, speechless, as Felix patted the man’s cheek and slid gracefully off his lap, bowing to the table. “It was a pleasure, gentleman. I’m sure my master will be more than happy to buy your next round.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Chan, who had exactly zero money.
While the table cheered, Felix moved toward him with the wide, doting eyes of a dutiful bed slave. Chan kept waiting for him to stop, but he didn’t, not until he was nearly chest-to-chest with Chan. He pressed a hand over Chan’s heart, leaned in to put that horrible mouth of his against Chan’s jaw.
“What took you so long?” he hissed.
“I was talking to Changbin,” Chan said, too aware of the men watching them closely. He gave the table a weak smile.
“Put your hands on my hips.”
“What?”
“You heard me. They think I’m your bed slave. Touch me like one.”
“I’m not—”
“Someone made a comment about how I resemble the Crown Prince. We have to make a diversion.”
Chan ground his teeth. He noticed a few platinum chunks of hair sticking out from under Felix’s cap. “Your hair is showing,” he said, shoving the strands out of sight.
“It’s more than just my hair.”
“It’s certainly not your shining personality.”
“Mmm.” Felix pushed Chan down onto the closest chair and promptly straddled his thighs. “No?”
“No, and I’m not playing this game with you.” His hands, unfortunately, had gone straight to Felix’s hips without Chan’s consent, and Felix took that to mean it was all right for him to wind his arms around Chan’s neck.
What was happening? Why was this happening? Was Chan having a stroke?
“It’s not a game if all of our lives are dependent on us getting out of here in one piece.” Felix slowly slid closer, until they were pressed together, chest to groin. He nuzzled at Chan’s jaw. “I find it hard to believe that a man like you can’t at least pretend to be horny as fuck.”
Such language from such a pretty face. It shouldn’t have been a turn on. “A man like me? You mean royalty?”
“I mean a man who can have anyone he wants and knows it.”
Chan swallowed. “I think you need to look in the mirror,” he said, one hand sliding back to splay over the small of Felix’s back.
“Why? I know I’m beautiful, and I also know how to put on a show.” He scraped his teeth against Chan’s chin. “So play along or I’ll have to get creative.”
here's a snippet of my stray kids captive prince au where chris is damen and felix is laurent (and changbin is nikandros because why tf not):
It was at that moment, just as Chan approached the bar, that he heard a loud, deep laugh rumble over the noise of the tavern. Chan knew that laugh; it haunted him daily. He spun around and scanned the crowd, and soon his eyes landed on a familiar knit cap.
Felix was sitting in a man’s lap, and the man was gazing up at him in absolute besotted wonder. Said man was also at a table of several others, who all wore similar expressions. Felix’s hands were flailing about as he spoke, and suddenly the men erupted in laughter. Felix smiled, ran a hand over his cap (he wants to push his hair back, Chan thought helplessly), and then his eyes met Chan’s.
In another lifetime, in another universe, Chan would’ve fallen over himself for Felix’s attention. He was every inch Chan’s type, right down to the dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose, and the small dimple in his left cheek that only appeared on those rare occasions when Felix allowed himself to smile.
Like now, for instance.
The smile flickered at the edges, as if Chan had, somehow, caught Felix off guard. But he held Chan’s gaze, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to swipe at his lips. Chan couldn’t help but think Felix was up to something; he looked far too calculating for any of this to lead to something good.
And sure enough, a second later Felix’s voice carried over the crowd—“Sorry, boys, my master’s here.”
Chan froze.
The man holding Felix in his lap chuckled. “Ah, come on, love. You’re nobody’s plaything.”
Felix giggled—giggled. Chan felt as if he were going mad. “I’m afraid so, but it’s all right, he’s good to me. And I’m good to him.” He very deliberately let his gaze slide back to Chan, and suddenly the whole table was staring at him.
Another man frowned. “Why is he wearing a collar?”
“We like to roleplay sometimes,” Felix purred, and yes, all right, Chan really was going to murder him. He watched, speechless, as Felix patted the man’s cheek and slid gracefully off his lap, bowing to the table. “It was a pleasure, gentleman. I’m sure my master will be more than happy to buy your next round.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Chan, who had exactly zero money.
While the table cheered, Felix moved toward him with the wide, doting eyes of a dutiful bed slave. Chan kept waiting for him to stop, but he didn’t, not until he was nearly chest-to-chest with Chan. He pressed a hand over Chan’s heart, leaned in to put that horrible mouth of his against Chan’s jaw.
“What took you so long?” he hissed.
“I was talking to Changbin,” Chan said, too aware of the men watching them closely. He gave the table a weak smile.
“Put your hands on my hips.”
“What?”
“You heard me. They think I’m your bed slave. Touch me like one.”
“I’m not—”
“Someone made a comment about how I resemble the Crown Prince. We have to make a diversion.”
Chan ground his teeth. He noticed a few platinum chunks of hair sticking out from under Felix’s cap. “Your hair is showing,” he said, shoving the strands out of sight.
“It’s more than just my hair.”
“It’s certainly not your shining personality.”
“Mmm.” Felix pushed Chan down onto the closest chair and promptly straddled his thighs. “No?”
“No, and I’m not playing this game with you.” His hands, unfortunately, had gone straight to Felix’s hips without Chan’s consent, and Felix took that to mean it was all right for him to wind his arms around Chan’s neck.
What was happening? Why was this happening? Was Chan having a stroke?
“It’s not a game if all of our lives are dependent on us getting out of here in one piece.” Felix slowly slid closer, until they were pressed together, chest to groin. He nuzzled at Chan’s jaw. “I find it hard to believe that a man like you can’t at least pretend to be horny as fuck.”
Such language from such a pretty face. It shouldn’t have been a turn on. “A man like me? You mean royalty?”
“I mean a man who can have anyone he wants and knows it.”
Chan swallowed. “I think you need to look in the mirror,” he said, one hand sliding back to splay over the small of Felix’s back.
“Why? I know I’m beautiful, and I also know how to put on a show.” He scraped his teeth against Chan’s chin. “So play along or I’ll have to get creative.”
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