#tagging this as harrykim to feel something

[coffinwoodx]

happy wednesday pissf****ts

thank you to @sameen-shawv for finding the original artists, apologies for not including them

1. @krippe90

2. @maxkennedy24

3. @/EyebrowScar on reddit

4. @/Adorno_a_window on reddit

[thecherrygod]

if i ever were to write anything for my robot hdb au the chapter in which harry finally gets a dick would be called "have you tried turning it on and off again?" and it would be a constant trial and error, it would end on the successful attempt but on a cliffhanger also

[ripeteeth]

10 lines tagging game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

Thanks for the tag, @likelightinglass!!! Like yourself, I'm doing first paragraphs instead. I've been struggling with writers' block over the last couple of years, so many of these are short or are wips (as noted).

zoetrope (mdzs, songxuexiao, 10k)

This is how it goes. I’ve been trying to tell you something. I’ve been trying to tell you something for a very long time.

blood, bones, and butter (mdzs, songxuexiao, 12k)

The day he meets them is a red-sky day. Of course, everyone knows the old saying: red sky at morning, sailors take warning, but Xue Yang isn’t a fucking sailor, so why would he fucking care? 

Revachol Calling (disco elysium, harrykim, 35k wip)

Spring is pale in Revachol. The May bells bloom first, then the daffodils, then the tulips, then the cherry blossoms. But the May bells always bloom first, promising warmth again. Spring is coming, they seem to say. Spring will be here soon, in showers of white and gold. It is nearly May. The winds blow thick with petals, like a late snow.

long slow love song (tgcf, fengqing, 3k wip)

The walk home is lonely. He locks his office door, and the halls are already empty, save for the sound of a vacuum somewhere and the effervescent buzz of industrial fluorescent lighting. His shoulder has a perpetual sag in it from the weight of his bag, and there are lines beneath his eyes that no amount of sleep ever seems to touch. 

impact (beyond evil, jwds, 2k)

He wonders how he’ll die. Some people can open a car door and buckle up without giving any thought to the way the chassis around them would twist on impact, the way the gear shaft might puncture through skin and sinew, and leave safety glass in a shattered constellation on asphalt. Juwon is not one of those people. He never enters a car without thinking about how he might exit from it, just as he always touches the outside of an airplane, just in case. 

shotgunning (kinnporsche, vegas/kinn/porsche, 1.2k wip)

When Kinn had been a boy, he’d had an old tomcat that liked to sleep in his bed. The cat had the run of things, coming and going as he pleased, crawling in through an open window as the desire struck him. Missing a part of his left ear and a patch of fur on his neck, he’d taken to Kinn for some unknown reason, coming to curl up at his feet, or on his pillow. He brought gifts to Kinn: dead birds and dead mice, dropped between his sheets. One morning, Kinn woke to pawprints in red, like a greeting card scrawled across his face. Hello, the red smear on his cheek seemed to say. I missed you. 

june hymn (ofmd, gentlebeard, 3k)

The room is large. A fine bed in the center, raised upon a dais, and windows on each side like attendants. Gentle air spills through the window sashes, bringing summer and birdsong. The dusk half-light casts long arms over the room, draping itself across the duvet like an impatient lover might. The birds sing evensong; Edward has forgotten how to listen.

Asterius (greek myth, theseus/asterius, 25k wip)

They say I am my mother’s fault.  Pah. What do they know? (They’re right.) 

A beetle skitters in the dark. I stamp my foot on it, feeling the carapace crunch between my toes and spit on my hand to wipe it off. My stomach growls and I look at the thing, thinking about eating it, but a beetle against an ocean of hunger seems pointless. I scrape it off and throw it in the corner. The rest run. 

bellyache (ofmd, steddyhands, 3k)

His mother had told him that he should keep his softness safe. The vulnerable underbelly of himself, kept safe for those he loves. She had kissed him on his red right cheek, just as she did every night when she tucked him into bed.

hapax legomenon (2ha, ranwan, 2k)

It begins on a sunny day, in the wide middle of a broad street. A crowded street is so busy as to be meaningless, and he is not paying attention. The heavy sack of groceries cuts into the meat of his shoulder, bruising his skin as surely as the plums in the bottom of the bag. He has not forgotten the milk. He has not forgotten the bread. Chu Wanning has gotten everything on his list, and he crosses each line item off with a black pen, feeling the bone-deep satisfaction of a completed task. A woman lifts her child onto her left hip. A man buys a bun from a streetcart. A train comes, and it goes. 

Tagging: @mia-ugly, @soft-october-night, @iodhadh, @itsevidentvery, @jouissants, @wildcard47, @reserve, @et-in-arkadia, @areyougonnabe, @perverse-idyll, @danpuff-ao3, @flanneryoconnorfanfiction, @weatheredlaw, @racketghost, @robotmango, @rcmclachlan, @pearwaldorf, @longstoryshortikilledhim, @veganthranduil, and anyone else who wishes!

[korereapers]

Title: A spark (that caught fire)

Fandom: Disco Elysium

Pairing: Harry Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi, harrykim

Rating: Explicit

Tags (or things to have into consideration): it's explicit, but also very short. And also very mushy

AO3

AND OF COURSE THANK YOU @parvus-pica FOR INSPIRING ME TO WRITE THIS

They haven’t been doing this for a long time.

There sure was a spark, back when they worked together in the case, hand to hand, back to back. Kim kind of expected it all to be back to normal, each of them to their own precinct, their whole deal a mere anecdote, a spark that didn’t really get to catch fire.

Then, Harry had asked him to join them, to join him, and things had gotten exponentially more… interesting. The spark hadn’t faced, it still hasn’t, and it has become stronger and stronger with time. One, two, three pats on the back. Fingers lingering against each other a little bit too long. A cigarette that keeps getting passed between the two, and damn, Kim is too old for this, and Harry is even older, but he feels like a teenager, excited about an indirect kiss.

Then came the real kisses. The real touching. At first, he had suspected that Harry had relapsed again, even if only to gather the courage to explore the feeling. Nothing of the sort.

Now as they are, enjoying an evening after work, sheets spread as Harry grabs them intently, until his knuckles get white, Kim has another perspective. He knows him. He knows he can be brave, that he can be strong. That he can inspire people, and that he has indeed inspired him.

He supposes that Harry doesn’t know that, though. Would he even believe him if Kim dared to utter it out loud?

The air smells of sex and cigarettes, and Kim has grown to love it. Maybe Harry wasn’t joking about his pheromones, because having him like that, so open and vulnerable as he takes him in his mouth, is surely making him feel something.

Harry is not experienced with men (hell, he hadn’t even considered the possibility of being with another man until who knows how many hours of deep thought) but Kim kind of is, and he is surely eager to explore with him, to show him a part of him he had entirely missed.

“Fuck,” Harry moans weakly, and Kim feels one of his big hands against his nape, not pushing or keeping him there, just… reassuring. Wanting to touch him. To share that intimacy somehow. “I love that.”

Sadly for him, Kim is not made of stone.

He is wearing his glasses, because he does want to see Harry properly like this. How much he likes it. How much he likes him. Kim is not a stranger to this hunger, but he hasn’t felt it in a long, long time.

“You saved me, you know…” Harry whispers, and Kim stops, startled. Sometimes, words come out of Harry’s mouth, words he has slowly begun to connect himself. They are coherent, they have a purpose. Most of the time, anyway. “You saved me and you don’t even know that.”

And Kim looks at him, feeling the fondness burning in his eyes. He sees it back on Harry’s, and that’s what makes him speak, finally, the words dying to be let out.

“And you inspired me. You opened me up. That’s what you do best.”

Harry laughs weakly.

“I’m the best motherfucking detective, after all.”

“You opened me up,” Kim continues, his hand slowly masturbating him, now that his mouth is too busy uttering some hard truths. He is aware of Harry’s shiver, not that it would be hard to miss given how freaking expressive he is. “Not as a detective. As a person. Because that’s what you do best. To all of us.”

For better or worse.

Harry’s eyes are wet, but Kim realizes, his own are too.

“Best partner in the fucking world,” Harry sighs as Kim’s mouth goes back to work. “Sorry, Jean. But you’re an asshole.”

Kim snorts softly, and Harry smiles, like every time he makes him laugh.

“I know he has reasons to be an asshole to me, but has he thought about-”

The thought gets interrupted with a moan, because apparently, Kim has done something especially nice with his tongue.

His smile is small, but visible. Harry has always been good at seeing it, seeing him, anyways.

[thecherrygod]

Robot hdb and mechanic/technician kim pt 2, more serious this time

@morphlingunderscore thank you for taking interest in this!!! originally i didn't have too many thoughts about it but.... Something shifted, and last night i couldn't stop thinking about it, sorry if it got a bit too long kdkdkgks i got more invested than i thought i would

Maybe he was made by Dora? As part of a prototype series of robots, i think hdb could be harrys model And maybe she even named harry just. Harry. Bc there was something about him, about how programming, that was faulty but made him special (the skills. They make him too human while not human enough) (also maybe part of his program knows he had a name but it got wiped too, and he is fixated on it, on having lost that. .... It could be kept as part of a letter in a compartment somewhere in his robotic body... Maybe even in his chest cavity... Maybe Kim finds it when having to fix something in there........ No concrete thoughts there, just a vague idea that I'm keeping here.)

At first this would be very interesting, getting herself attached to him (and i feel like it's also the thing that makes Kim so invested in him later down the line)

But. Things keep breaking, he has blackouts (maybe caused by overheating? Maybe the skills cause the overheating and/or short-circuiting?), He keeps messing up his tasks, and his system may not be fully capable of following the classic three laws of robotics all the way through. It gets exhausting, she has better projects to work on, others that can stop being prototypes, more worthy of time and resources, that will get recognition, and get her out of the place they're living in.

And so she leaves, and leaves her old lab and obsolete projects to gather dust never to be used again.

Kim, on the other hand, really just is a mechanic for the most part, but he can really work with any machine, and would know about programming and circuits and everything, having learned about this on his free time.

This interest starts properly after having moved from foster families a few times, and managing to get a mechanic to take him and teach him how it all works, getting his hands on an actual engine,tho hes always been interested even as a child, from what he could find in books.

He has his own garage now, and works on any machine you bring him, from cars to a microwave, anything that helps him pay the bills and allows him to work with things he enjoys. Also doing these kind of household appliance fixes makes him go out in search for any parts that he may need for his job, whatever's cheaper (por straight up free, of you know where to go)

I think that, like in canon, it's thanks to Kim that harry wakes up again. In this case maybe hes looking around for something and manages to shock harry in a way that his body starts right there and then? Idk too much about this kinda stuff and it's late. It could also be noise with enough vibration to make Harry's gears shift again. But as i said idk about machines I'm general nor if that makes sense/is possible)

The rest is basically this: harry helps Kim find parts, either that they can use on him or on other machines. He malfunctions more now bc both of the prevailing issues, the wipe out, and the passing of time, and Kim is willing to fix the parts he can, and understand the ones that seem to make no sense, and this, all this, new, can bring a change to Kim's monotonous life, spark something in him, also be confronted about some of his being stagnant by harry. Also the wipeout isn't a complete thing, this guy would realize Kim likes speedfreaks and would use himself as a radio to play it just to see him have a good time, for example. His skills still work with understanding humans (... Sometimes).

another way of doing this tho would be hay being made for the rcm (still Dora's creation imo). Faulty but good for all the same reasons + this robot will give you a ridiculous list of theories/keep track of evidence/of witnesses) alibis/the things that have no relation to the case you don't want him to remember but still does.

In this case one of his faults could also be in fact his memory, and it being faulty enough it had an almost full cleaning could be from people trying to delete info from it and failing. Or him doing it himself so he feels like he still has a reason for not being discarded by the rcm. And kim could still be part of the rcm but both as a mechanic and a detective, or just mechanic, or just detective on paper but with the knowledge