Ship/Member: Mingyu/Wonwoo Major Tags: Mentions of war and death Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, they are okay and happy with each other Permission to remix: Yes
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Death and War get married on a battlefield, the wedding venue adorned with blood and mangled corpses. The wedding is officiated by Famine, and Pestilence is their flower girl and ring bearer. Just a small ceremony attended by zero people, four horsemen, and the uncountable dead.
Seungkwan rolls his eyes around when he finishes pronouncing them horseman and horseman, turning away so he doesn’t have to witness the disgusting aftermath of Mingyu slobbering on Wonwoo in an attempt to kiss him.
Their wedding arch is a storm of carrion flies, courtesy of Chan, and they’re standing on rotting flesh, and Seungkwan is glad that he doesn’t have a sense of smell. Perks of being human-shaped, as opposed to being human.
“You make me ill,” Chan calls out to the happy couple, who have figured out how their mouths work and are now violently frenching, “and I’m literally Pestilence.” Wonwoo, his eyes closed and glasses awkwardly mashed against his face, cheerfully flips Chan off in response.
It’s the fucking end of the world, and Death and War are making out.
Wonwoo finally pushes Mingyu away, not due to lack of air, but rather so he can fix his glasses. Mingyu stares at him dopily the whole time, mouth stretched out in a lazy grin, as if they have all the time in the world, as if they’re not on a countdown. He hooks a finger around Wonwoo’s chain necklace, pulling him in again, the easy way that he bends down and that Wonwoo tilts his head up. They’re so lovestruck, it’s sickening.
It’s them fitting together like second nature that makes Chan avert his eyes. They’ve all seen humans do worse—it’s kind of in the job description—but he can’t quite stomach the tenderness in their eyes, the quiet desperation in their every move.
“Are you two done yet?” Seungkwan asks. “We have other places to be.” Trust Seungkwan to schedule the apocalypse down to the minute.
They break apart, Mingyu bending his knees and hunching his back so that he can cling to Wonwoo. He looks like a dog in heat, and Chan tells him as much, causing him to flush and bury his face in Wonwoo’s shoulder.
“Yeah, alright,” Wonwoo says, responding to Seungkwan with a laugh. With one wave of his fingers, all the groans of the wounded become silent, the wedding orchestra done playing. “What’s next on the agenda?”
It’s the end of times and they’re just four coworkers on a road trip saying goodbye to Earth before it burns.
cruising through the doom days
Major Tags: Mentions of war and death
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, they are okay and happy with each other
Permission to remix: Yes
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Death and War get married on a battlefield, the wedding venue adorned with blood and mangled corpses. The wedding is officiated by Famine, and Pestilence is their flower girl and ring bearer. Just a small ceremony attended by zero people, four horsemen, and the uncountable dead.
Seungkwan rolls his eyes around when he finishes pronouncing them horseman and horseman, turning away so he doesn’t have to witness the disgusting aftermath of Mingyu slobbering on Wonwoo in an attempt to kiss him.
Their wedding arch is a storm of carrion flies, courtesy of Chan, and they’re standing on rotting flesh, and Seungkwan is glad that he doesn’t have a sense of smell. Perks of being human-shaped, as opposed to being human.
“You make me ill,” Chan calls out to the happy couple, who have figured out how their mouths work and are now violently frenching, “and I’m literally Pestilence.” Wonwoo, his eyes closed and glasses awkwardly mashed against his face, cheerfully flips Chan off in response.
It’s the fucking end of the world, and Death and War are making out.
Wonwoo finally pushes Mingyu away, not due to lack of air, but rather so he can fix his glasses. Mingyu stares at him dopily the whole time, mouth stretched out in a lazy grin, as if they have all the time in the world, as if they’re not on a countdown. He hooks a finger around Wonwoo’s chain necklace, pulling him in again, the easy way that he bends down and that Wonwoo tilts his head up. They’re so lovestruck, it’s sickening.
It’s them fitting together like second nature that makes Chan avert his eyes. They’ve all seen humans do worse—it’s kind of in the job description—but he can’t quite stomach the tenderness in their eyes, the quiet desperation in their every move.
“Are you two done yet?” Seungkwan asks. “We have other places to be.” Trust Seungkwan to schedule the apocalypse down to the minute.
They break apart, Mingyu bending his knees and hunching his back so that he can cling to Wonwoo. He looks like a dog in heat, and Chan tells him as much, causing him to flush and bury his face in Wonwoo’s shoulder.
“Yeah, alright,” Wonwoo says, responding to Seungkwan with a laugh. With one wave of his fingers, all the groans of the wounded become silent, the wedding orchestra done playing. “What’s next on the agenda?”
It’s the end of times and they’re just four coworkers on a road trip saying goodbye to Earth before it burns.