18 Works by mushrotten
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Seonghwa finds a human in the woods.
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Yeosang is sick of it.
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As Yeosang's rut approaches, Seonghwa is faced with a choice.
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A gentle hand moves to touch his wrist.
"You don't wanna…" He swallows thickly. His eyes are heavy with intent. "You don't wanna help me, this time?"
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- Part 2 of bite-sized rots
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As his fight comes to a head, Jongho meets his fate.
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- Part 1 of bite-sized rots
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“Say,” He starts, with the little amount of thought that's brought him here. “I wait for you to get off and take you home with me."
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He is not tall, nor particularly big, the High Priestess notes. He has two empty sheaths peeking from his shoulders, as weapons are forbidden in the Goddess' garden, and a clay brown, halfhearted braid slithering down his front. His boots are worn and his thighs are toned as he kneels before him, eyes low.
On his palms lay death unlike he's ever seen.
Swallowing hard, the High Priestess' gaze moves to his face; he is either strong, or smart, or a thing of nightmares. And if he is all of those, there is a chance he treads the fine line between friend and foe. The assassin looks up at his silence, and their gazes meet for the first time. He holds his breath.
Death has the gentlest eyes, is the thing. -
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San hardly knows a life with such kinds of hope.
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- Part 3 of danse macabre
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Yeosun meets Seonhwa on a Tuesday night.
They should probably hate each other. Probably.(The karmic revenge of falling in love with your cheating ex-boyfriend's ex-wife)
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"Wooyoung grips at his hair and Yeosang prays mighty being of light, I offer thee humble sustenance, please receive me in my broken reverent love.
For I am a servant of thy will, holy one, take me and rid thyself of this pain. "
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- Part 2 of danse macabre
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“Stay.” He begs, arms full of blessings as they are. An awkward, clumsy peck lands on the high of his cheek and echoes throughout his whole body, like a droplet on the parched earth. You’re taking it the wrong way, he warns himself distantly, you’re drunk on tap water.
He’s too warm to refuse.
“Okay.”
And that’s that.
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"What the fuck is your problem?"
Objectively, if Yeosang had the presence of mind to actually give it some thought, he'd say it's the whole situation; that him being forced to stand beside someone who highlights all his imperfections simply by existing is excruciating on many levels. But he's stressed, and San's concern sounds a whole lot like a jab in his shame-induced paranoid state, so instead he just turns to him like he stands a chance.
"You are." The fire in the other's eyes only spurs him on. There's some sick catharsis in getting a reaction out of Mr. Sunshine, he thinks without words. "You're my fucking problem. Stop embarrassing me."
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When a new model seems to steal the spotlight whenever he goes, Yeosang is left feeling like he can't compete.
But maybe things are a bit more complex than that.
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There is one thing that's been driving Kim Hongjoo a little further up a wall than she's a woman to admit:
Kang Yeosun wears next to nothing at home.
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Like he's privy to his thoughts, Yeosang's grip tightens on him, fingers digging into the meat of his sides. Instead of any number of reactions, the pressure brings a relief he isn't sure how to categorize. he leans back, only for a scalding breath to hit under his ear.
"Not gonna say good morning to me?"
Something in him explodes like a squeezed egg, goop splashing everywhere.
"Good," he squeaks. "Um, good morning."
An appreciative hum by his neck.
"Atta boy." -
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As the births of princesses cease in the human realm, the approaching tradition of Gifting —where royal women are sent to the fae as a show of good faith— makes the people hold their breath.
Pressured by more powerful kingdoms, Aurora has to give up their prince as an Offering instead.
Prince Mingi, with the weight of his people's future laid upon his shoulders, has never truly felt part of their world. He leaves dutifully, expecting no more than death and doom.
What he finds on the other side, however, is that things are not always what they seem. -
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"Hello there," The man speaks, then, voice silky and with a barely noticeable rasp.
"Who—How did you get in my house?" He asks, bewildered half to death. A pout pulls at the stranger's lips, then. Hot, steady hands move to rest on his chest.
"You called for me!" He whines, then giggles. "Your Latin is really cute, by the way."
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- Part 1 of danse macabre
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San thinks, with whatever clarity left on him, that he has never wanted someone this badly before. He feels it in his bones, his flesh, his guts, his skin; thousands of little wishes running up like veins.
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Seonghwa's longing drapes over Yunho like an intangible blanket.
Yunho is a lot less keen on waxing poetics while shotgunning in the backseat of a car.