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pairing: yeosang x wooyoung x san
rating: teen and up
genre: fantasy/supernatural, drama, fluff, angst
warnings: cursing, discussions about climate change, oblivious idiots and mutual pining
author's note: my 2021 nanowrimo project! we have witch!wooyoung constantly blowing up his potions and half-faerie!yeosang constantly patching him up, then shapeshifter!san appears in town and joins in on the fun. other members may or may not have important roles *shifty eyes*. there are a few other one-shots in the series that can be read alone or as prequels to this fic. i really hope y'all enjoy this one!
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updates tumblr post (moondust verse)
summary:
In the small town of Pohang, Yeosang and Wooyoung live a quiet, albeit chaotic life. It's always been the two of them together, hanging out in Yeosang's shop and gossiping about the Faerie King and Queen's latest political move in one moment, then arm-wrestling over the counter for cleaning duties and wizard-hat-wearing rights in the next.
But the world is slowly being destroyed by all who live upon it. The environment is in ruins, plants are being cultivated for their properties, animals slaughtered for their blood and meat, fringe groups of conservative vampire hunters and black-market shapeshifter sales plaguing the land. Everybody is guilty of something, even Yeosang and Wooyoung.
It's always been the two of them together. They did not expect Choi San to walk into their life and turn everything on its head.
or: Wooyoung stumbles upon a potentially world-changing potion while experimenting with ingredients. Yeosang's been spending too much time with him and San and concocts a devious plan. San is living a double life, straddling both sides of the fence, and it's only a matter of time before he breaks and falls. If only he knew there would be two pairs of arms there to catch him.
mutual pining simply never misses. the yearning. the stupidity. the desperation while also thinking themselves alone with it. the rattling relief at the revelation. the way it works in so many scenariosâ friends to lovers? a banger every time. casual hook-ups/friends with benefits while they both want more? show-stopping, spectacular, incredible. enemies who are so deep in denial it just makes them madder at each other? utterly unmatched every single time. slow burn, fast burn, burning while already fucking. mutual pining really just is that girl like truly who does it like her
2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'
I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.
Well - she got this email this morning:
The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.
Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).
Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethyâs comment.
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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.
hi!! so,, i feel a bit nervous to say this djdnd but i just wanted you to know i fell down a rabbit hole of your woosang gifsets a few months back and it inspired me to write my woosang fic so ndjd thank you
basically yeo and 6teez are sailors and a message in a bottle comes up alongside their ship and yeo finds it and it's from one jung wooyoung who's stranded and after a couple more of these messages yeo's like "okay i gotta find this man" djdnd it's like a cute 5+1
anyway,, i just wanted to say that djddnd this was a lot i'm really sorry i hope you are well!
omg OMG I've seen ur fic on ao3!!!! I haven't gotten around to reading it but I recognise your description of it instantly!! I check the woosang tag regularly and I've definitely had that fic on my radar, so now that I know I helped inspire its creation somehow, I am literally going to go read it today đđđđđđđđđđ
this message was so sweet đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș im so glad u had the courage to send it bc as a writer yourself, I'm sure u know how much it means to me to hear something like this. I'm glad u appreciate both my gifs and my fics and I'm so so thrilled that u wanted to tell me đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„° thank you so much, truly
oh also upon just now checking ao3 quickly I know now that the reason I hadn't read it yet was bc you're still writing/updating it and I usually go for oneshots or completed fics, but skdgsidg idc I'm reading it today so look out for my kudos and comment coming later!!
overview: wooyoung loves it when yeosang plays with his hair. yeosang just really loves wooyoung.
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Wooyoung's hair had gotten really long as of late. It was cute, Yeosang thought. It was longer than it had ever been, brushing the tops of his shoulders on the rare occasion when he wore it out of that stupid goddamn ponytail.
(Yeosang secretly didn't mind the ponytail, but he had a reputation to uphold and there was no way in hell he was letting his best friend know how endearing he found it when Wooyoung moved his head around and his ponytail flopped with him.)
The longer his hair grew, the more frequently Wooyoung started sporting a selection of hair ties on his wrist like they were fashion accessories. Heâd started with black ones, but ever since he borrowed an orange scrunchie from one of the girls in their dance class, he'd taken to buying random colours and sizes and patterns and matching them to his outfits like he thought he was an Instagram influencer or something. The day Wooyoung came home to their apartment with a bag full of new clips, bows and scrunchies and a bright smile on his face was a day Yeosang's camera roll had engrained into its memory for the rest of his life.
At present, he'd been awoken from his afternoon nap when his roommate and life-long friend had returned home - quite loudly, as he tended to do. There was clattering from the other room and Wooyoungâs obnoxious playful singing voice carried down the corridor to the bedrooms. Yeosang groaned, half considering just shoving his head under his pillow and going back to sleep. Still, perhaps this mayhem was a blessing in disguise since he'd promised Wooyoung he'd cook dinner tonight and probably needed to get started if they wanted to eat at any reasonable time.
Yeosang rolled out of bed and shuffled out of the room and down the hallway from where Wooyoung's voice was coming. His friend was now in the kitchen, unpacking milk and vegetables from fabric shopping bags to put in the fridge. Yeosang's feet scuffed along the floor as he walked up behind him and moulded his body against the length of Wooyoung's back, arms wrapping around his waist and chin resting over his shoulder.
"Hi," Wooyoung said, smile evident in his tone of voice.
"Hi," Yeosang replied, voice scratchy with sleep. He cleared his throat and peered down at the food in Wooyoung's hands. "What have you got there?"
"Ingredients for dinner." He tilted his head gently to knock against Yeosang's temple, nuzzling him affectionately. "You said you'd cook so the least I could do was restock the pantry."
Yeosang's heart thumped in his chest. He hummed, leaning subconsciously into Wooyoung's touch. "How thoughtful of you. I guess that means you've made the decision for us on what we're eating then?"
Wooyoung chuckled, low and quiet. It was a drastic difference from his usual high-pitched laughter, the kind of soft amusement which was saved for Yeosang's ears only. It made him feel special, that he was privileged enough to see the Wooyoung underneath all that loud bravado, with his layers pulled back and his heart laid bare. Wooyoung had always been one to show his genuine feelings out in the open to everybody, his heart always on his sleeve, so it wasn't the sincerity of these moments that Yeosang treasured, but the gentleness. It made him want to reach up and pull the ribbon out of Wooyoung's hair so he could card his fingers through it, nails scratching his scalp until he hummed in innocent pleasure. Moments like these made Yeosang's chest fill with warmth and his stomach flip with giddy, joyous love.
He could never pinpoint when his feelings had crossed the line - he wasn't sure there had ever been one in the first place.
Wooyoungâs ideas about love and friendship had always blurred the lines between platonic and romantic, even more so when it came to Yeosang than anybody else. The way he turned in Yeosangâs arms to slot his face into the crook of his neck was something heâd been doing their whole lives. Part of Yeosang suspected that Wooyoung already knew, had already been showing Yeosang how his deep, complex feelings were reciprocated with every soft touch and lingering gaze, every hush of sweet, meaningless, pretty words mumbled against skin. It was simply how they were. Having Wooyoung by his side, curled in his arms on the couch, flush against his back on top of the bed â it was them, it always had been.
Wooyoung was the only person Yeosang had ever let this close to him, physically and emotionally, and he did not intend for anyone to replace that special place in his heart as long as he lived. Wooyoung had carved out a space just big enough for himself in Yeosangâs chest, settled in there, and it did not seem like he intended to move, either.
Inhaling a deep breath and letting it out as a rush of air, Wooyoung sighed. He hummed thoughtfully. âI could just eat you up for dinner, perhaps,â he mumbled into Yeosangâs skin, lips brushing right below his ear.
Yeosang shivered. âWho would brush your hair for you every night then, hm?â he teased.
Wooyoung made a contemplative noise. âI think Iâd just tell Seonghwa-hyung that I had knots in my hair and heâd offer to move in just to keep me squeaky clean and presentable.â
Yeosang snorted, rubbing his cheek against the black part of Wooyoungâs two-toned hair. He must have switched his shampoo that morning. Maybe the old bottle ran out, he figured, because the soft smell of coconut that reached Yeosangâs nose when he inhaled was vastly different from the sweet, fruity scent that Wooyoung usually carried with him. He smelled like Yeosang. His heart thumped louder at that thought.
âCan you do it now?â Wooyoungâs quiet, gentle, for-Yeosangâs-ears-only-voice whispered against his neck.
Allowing his eyes to flutter closed for a moment and bask in the wave of love radiating off of Wooyoung, Yeosang nodded. âOf course, sweetheart,â he whispered back.
Wooyoung stepped back from Yeosangâs embrace, putting just enough space between them to take his hand, linking their fingers together easily. He walked them over to the couch and sat with his back against Yeosangâs front, legs crossed. He let Yeosangâs nimble, gentle fingers find the butterfly clip in his hair, carefully remove it and place it on the coffee table. Next, the white ribbon with silver trim which held half of his hair in a ponytail. Yeosang tugged lightly until the strands of hair fell free, framing Wooyoungâs face like curtains. He added it to the pile on the table and settled back into the couch.
Beginning at Wooyoungâs wrist, Yeosang slid one hand up his arm, trailing his fingertips along his sweater sleeve, over his shoulder and up the back of his neck. Goosebumps appeared under his light touch, the soft catch of Wooyoungâs breath loud beside Yeosangâs ear. His fingers carded through his hair at last, pulling his hand back and watching the sections of hair fall through the gaps between them. He repeated the action, and again. Wooyoung melted into his embrace and hummed, content.
The weight of him against Yeosangâs body was comforting and warm. It was familiar. Yeosang basked in the feeling. He scratched lightly at Wooyoungâs scalp, lips twitching into a fond smile when he squirmed pleasantly in his arms.
âYou like that?â he murmured.
Wooyoung hummed in affirmation. âAgain, please.â
Yeosang obliged easily. âI have to make dinner,â he mused after a moment.
Wooyoung was quiet for such a length of time, save for his occasional hum that reminded Yeosang of a cat purring when content, that he almost thought heâd fallen asleep or didnât hear him. Yeosangâs hands worked together to tangle three strands of hair together in a loose braid. He tucked it behind Wooyoungâs ear and moved to the other side of his head.
âI already said I was going to have you for dinner, Sangie,â Wooyoung mumbled eventually, and Yeosang huffed out an amused breath of laughter.
âRight, I forgot.â He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Wooyoungâs temple.
âYouâd taste sweet,â Wooyoung continued after another moment. âDo that again, please.â
Again, Yeosang did not question him. He pressed his lips to the side of Wooyoungâs face, a little lower, this time against his cheekbone. âSounds like youâve given this some thought.â
Wooyoung hummed once more, shifting to turn around and face Yeosang. His eyes were warm, fond, with the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. Yeosangâs eyes softened and his heart melted even more.
Wooyoungâs eyes darted down to Yeosangâs parted lips. âAgain,â he whispered, as if speaking louder would break the trance over them.
And Yeosang could never say no to Wooyoung.
He leaned in and slotted their lips together like it was the most natural thing in the world.
As they kissed, Wooyoung sighed into his mouth and tilted his head, parted his lips and let out another soft, happy noise. Yeosang couldnât help the smile that pulled at his lips, which caused Wooyoung to pull back. His pink mouth, now glistening, looked irresistible even as he frowned.
âWhat? Why are you smiling like that?â
A giggle bubbled out of Yeosangâs chest, eyes crinkling at the corners as he cupped Wooyoungâs face. âI absolutely adore you, Wooyoung,â he whispered. His eyes were wet, and the words began to tumble out without thinking. âI never want a day to go by where we arenât together.â
âSangie, that hasnât happened since the moment we met, what makes you think itâllââ
Yeosang kissed him again, effectively shutting him up. âI want to wake up by your side every morning,â he continued, pulling back just enough to brush his nose against Wooyoungâs. âI want to spend every night memorising the curves and grooves of your body. I never want to forget what you taste like. I want to braid your hair and buy you new scrunchies and watch your stunning, expressive eyes light up every time we walk past an accessories store for the rest of my life.â
Wooyoungâs eyes were wet now, too. He nodded, eyes flickering down to Yeosangâs mouth again. âI love you, too,â he whispered into the space between them.
Yeosang let himself be pushed against the back of the couch until he had a lap full of Wooyoung kissing him, hands holding the back of his neck as he licked his way into Yeosangâs mouth. Yeosang slipped an arm around his waist, the other hand retreating to its familiar place in his hair, brushing through soft, clean strands of blonde and black. Wooyoungâs mouth was warm, familiar in a way that felt like Yeosang was coming home, not kissing him for the third time in his life. Everything with Wooyoung had always felt easy.
âAlso,â Wooyoung pulled back to say, âI was correct. You do taste sweet.â His eyes crinkling with warmth and fondness that tempted to make Yeosangâs heart burst. âAlthough, Iâm not sure you want to wake up with me every morning because I wake up at six to go jogging with Jongho, and you like to sleep for half the day, soââ
Yeosang pressed his mouth to Wooyoungâs and carded his fingers through his soft hair again. And again.
Question, do you have any recommendations for poly!Ateez fics?
Also, thank you for feeding into my Hongjoong adoration. đ€đ€đ€
oooooo poly recs !!! honestly the first works that come to mind are against the tide and night shift by @atiny-piratequeen !!! i firmly believe miss fie is one of the absolute best writers on this platform and one of the absolute best at writing poly relationships well and in a healthy way ! against the tide is also such a masterpiece of plot and world-building and dedication to the craft of writing itâs really amazing <33Â
as for other poly fic recs !!! i have several from ao3 !!
witchteez verse by chocchipkookie (ot8 poly)
iâm so tasty and the price is right (seongsangjoong)
