Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Jeonghan Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: magic, murder, catboy wonwoo, witch jeonghan, chaotic evil jeonghan, chaotic neutral wonu who only cares about jeonghan Permission to remix: Yes
my little meow meow (evil) i've been staring at this title for two days ***
The world is burning, and Wonwoo doesn’t care.
Well, ok, the whole world isn’t burning, to be technically accurate. But the royal palace surely is - clouds of smoke so dense and dark that could be seen from miles away. For sure they can be seen from their small house on top of the cliff.
Jeonghan stares out of the window, the glow of the fire illuminating his face in shades of gold, a vision of beauty and destruction. His eyes are bright, his lashes casting long shadows over the apple of his cheeks.
Wonwoo blinks at him, but he’s too busy staring at the fire to blink back.
“Burn, baby, burn,” Jeonghan says under his breath, scratching Wonwoo behind the ears, blunt nails scraping the perfect spot at the back of his neck, the ones that makes him curl into a ball and start purring like crazy.
“Isn’t it beautiful, Wonwoo-yah?” Jeonghan asks him, as he presses the hand that isn’t busy caressing Wonwoo against the glass. “They got what they deserved, all of them.”
People are burning, and Wonwoo doesn’t care.
The yells can’t be heard from where they’re sitting, but Wonwoo knows that the fire caught them by surprise - Jeonghan’s spell was casted in the middle of the night, while people were in their beds, the king, the queen, their children. The people who hurt Jeonghan.
They woke up to the smell of smoke, scurrying like little rats to escape the burning charm, but it was already too late - and the flames, oh the flames, they’re so high and so hot, unstoppable. Jeonghan really knows how to cast a spell, Wonwoo has to give him that.
Jeonghan sits in his chair a little longer, and Wonwoo rubs his little face against his fingers, a loud purr coming out of his throat. Jeonghan is happy, and that makes him happy, too.
The night is long, and the fire is strong - Jeonghan’s smile widens the deeper the darkness gets, the higher the flames become, the louder the screams grow. Wonwoo's purring makes his whole little body vibrate, in his first row seat at the destruction of Jeonghan’s enemies.
“I think I deserve a kiss for my hard work,” Jeonghan says after a little while, shaking himself out of his reverie. The copper hue of the flames haloes his blonde hair, making it burn.
Wonwoo stirs in his laps, rolling onto his back and stretching his limbs out, until they’re growing, reshaping themselves.
He’s still in Jeonghan’s lap, but his fur is gone, and he’s very much naked. Jeonghan doesn’t mind.
“You do deserve a kiss,” Wonwoo tells him, before molding their mouths together in a reward that Jeonghan deserves for all he’s done - for all he’s done tonight, and all he’s done for Wonwoo, as well.
The world could burn, and Wonwoo wouldn’t care. All he cares about is Jeonghan’s happiness.
[FILL]: My Little Meow Meow (Evil)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: magic, murder, catboy wonwoo, witch jeonghan, chaotic evil jeonghan, chaotic neutral wonu who only cares about jeonghan
Permission to remix: Yes
my little meow meow (evil) i've been staring at this title for two days
***
The world is burning, and Wonwoo doesn’t care.
Well, ok, the whole world isn’t burning, to be technically accurate. But the royal palace surely is - clouds of smoke so dense and dark that could be seen from miles away. For sure they can be seen from their small house on top of the cliff.
Jeonghan stares out of the window, the glow of the fire illuminating his face in shades of gold, a vision of beauty and destruction. His eyes are bright, his lashes casting long shadows over the apple of his cheeks.
Wonwoo blinks at him, but he’s too busy staring at the fire to blink back.
“Burn, baby, burn,” Jeonghan says under his breath, scratching Wonwoo behind the ears, blunt nails scraping the perfect spot at the back of his neck, the ones that makes him curl into a ball and start purring like crazy.
“Isn’t it beautiful, Wonwoo-yah?” Jeonghan asks him, as he presses the hand that isn’t busy caressing Wonwoo against the glass. “They got what they deserved, all of them.”
People are burning, and Wonwoo doesn’t care.
The yells can’t be heard from where they’re sitting, but Wonwoo knows that the fire caught them by surprise - Jeonghan’s spell was casted in the middle of the night, while people were in their beds, the king, the queen, their children. The people who hurt Jeonghan.
They woke up to the smell of smoke, scurrying like little rats to escape the burning charm, but it was already too late - and the flames, oh the flames, they’re so high and so hot, unstoppable. Jeonghan really knows how to cast a spell, Wonwoo has to give him that.
Jeonghan sits in his chair a little longer, and Wonwoo rubs his little face against his fingers, a loud purr coming out of his throat. Jeonghan is happy, and that makes him happy, too.
The night is long, and the fire is strong - Jeonghan’s smile widens the deeper the darkness gets, the higher the flames become, the louder the screams grow. Wonwoo's purring makes his whole little body vibrate, in his first row seat at the destruction of Jeonghan’s enemies.
“I think I deserve a kiss for my hard work,” Jeonghan says after a little while, shaking himself out of his reverie. The copper hue of the flames haloes his blonde hair, making it burn.
Wonwoo stirs in his laps, rolling onto his back and stretching his limbs out, until they’re growing, reshaping themselves.
He’s still in Jeonghan’s lap, but his fur is gone, and he’s very much naked. Jeonghan doesn’t mind.
“You do deserve a kiss,” Wonwoo tells him, before molding their mouths together in a reward that Jeonghan deserves for all he’s done - for all he’s done tonight, and all he’s done for Wonwoo, as well.
The world could burn, and Wonwoo wouldn’t care. All he cares about is Jeonghan’s happiness.