#nct pirate au

[illumins]

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As Lena's footsteps reverberated through the dimly lit corridor, a palpable aura of simmering emotions clung to her like a shroud. Anger and sadness intertwined in a silent waltz, one moment smoldering with rage, the next weighed down by the gravity of sorrow. The world around her seemed to blur, her vision clouded by the turmoil that raged within.

With determined steps, she marched towards the small jail, where she’d been only visited weeks ago. But as her path converged with the guards that barred the way, her heart pounded in her chest. She met their silence with an incendiary glare, and her voice erupted like a tempest held back too long. The words tore from her, a tumult of frustration and pent-up despair.

“Let me pass!” Her voice quivered with an edge of defiance. “Where else would I go? I'm trapped! If you want, follow me!”

Her outburst hung heavy in the air, a challenge to the guards who had become reluctant participants in her ongoing tragedy. They exchanged furtive glances but offered no verbal resistance. And so, Lena, as if given silent permission by their reticence, huffed and pushed her way through, her determination echoing in the hollow confines of the corridor.

With the guards in tow, like shadows clinging to the edge of her existence, Lena retraced her steps back to the small jail. She could feel their presence like a relentless shadow, but she refused to glance back.

Lena's presence hung heavy in the small, dimly lit jail as she approached the backmost cell, the one where Haechan had endured days of suffering. The gated door creaked as she pulled it open, revealing the small space where he had been confined. Kneeling down, she traced her fingers over the ground, imagining the torment he must have endured in this cold, unforgiving corner. The walls and floor, once stained with blood, had been scrubbed clean, yet,  it was as though the memories of his suffering permeated the very stones themselves.

The chill seemed to seep into her very bones, and she shivered, unable to fathom the depths of his pain. Her mind wandered, conjuring images of his torment, wondering if he had cried in this desolate cell, if they had broken him. What thoughts had tormented him during those long days and endless weeks? What fragments of his spirit had he clung to, while the world outside moved on, ignorant of the pain he endured?

Amid her silent reflection, a glint of light caught her attention. The sun's rays, filtering through a barred window, danced upon something on the ground. She inched closer on her knees, the fabric of her dress dragging behind her. There, in the dusty shadows, she found one of Haechan's rings. It was a simple, yet beautifully crafted piece, its gleam a stark contrast to the desolation that surrounded her. She held it in her palm for a fleeting moment, a memory of him, adorned with those rings, flooded her mind—the sound they made as they clinked against each other while he sat on the deck, the laughter that accompanied them.

She held the ring for a moment, her grip tightening as if it connected her to him in some ethereal way. Gently, she tucked it into her corset, close to her heart, a silent promise to carry a piece of him with her.

Beside her, as she shifted her weight, a small worn letter nestled in the crevices of the cobblestone wall caught her eye. Lena peered at it, and her fingers, nails scraping gently at the stone, managed to extract the fragile paper. She carefully unfolded it, her heart racing with anticipation, wondering what Haechan would have left to say to her. There were moments where she wondered how he hadn't grown to hate her by now. I ruined him.

Lena unfolded the worn letter, the paper whispering as it unfurled in her trembling hands. The handwriting at first was neat and familiar, and she imagined Haechan sitting in his cell, determined to craft this message to her. Yet, as her eyes moved further down the page, the script began to waver, slurring in places, and Lena couldn't help but picture him, weakened and in pain, enduring every word.

Tears welled in her eyes as she read his words, her vision momentarily blurring. She looked away for a brief second, sniffled, and then turned back to the letter, her heart aching for him.

The words spilled onto the page, forming a poignant message filled with the essence of the man she had known. She read his words with an ache in her heart, imagining his voice as he had spoken them.

My Dearest Lena,

If you're reading this, I suppose you've found my humble offering. I can't help but recall the moments when you would leave my side, a playful charm about you as we bantered. Oh, the days of laughter, the thrill of your stubbornness. Your desire to be free, and yet, little did you know, you already were.

Stay with us, Lena. Sail the vast oceans with me. Let me show you the world, teach you to be strong so that it may match that brave spirit of yours. If this is what love is, then I'd like to believe I've found it in you.

I know this note is cryptic, but I secured this moment with the exchange of one of my jewels, and kept one hidden just for you. Shame buries me, but the will to live bought me my freedom.

 You once asked if I saw you as a woman or as treasure. I answer that you're both, Lena. While I'm away on the sea as a privateer, I'll be doing what I do best: guarding my treasure. And when the time is right, in the myriad of our seas, I’ll find you, always.

Yours forever,

Haechan

Her tears flowed freely now, dotting the letter's paper. Haechan's words painted a vivid picture in her mind, his humor and charm shining through, even in the darkest of times. She clutched the letter to her chest, her heart heavy with longing, her resolve stronger than ever.

“Quite the heartbreak.”

The unexpected voice caught Lena off guard, and she swiftly folded the letter, tucking it close to her heart, a secret she guarded fiercely. She rose from the cold floor, her movements composed and purposeful, masking the pain that throbbed within her chest. Turning slightly, she was met with the sight of a pirate in the adjacent cell, a vision of nonchalant weariness.

This pirate seemed to wear his exhaustion like a badge of honor. His knees were drawn up, arms resting casually upon them, while his hat was tilted rakishly, a crimson feather spilling languidly over the brim. His attire was a reflection of the life he had led - a loose-fitting shirt, weathered and battered, hinting at the numerous adventures and battles it had witnessed.

Lena regarded him with a raised brow, a semblance of her spirit flickering despite the turmoil within. She was used to the audacious charm of pirates, and though she longed for Haechan's genuine charm, she remained unyielding. “And you are?” she inquired, her voice poised but laced with a thread of curiosity. The man across from her seemed to exude an air of mystery and experience, an intriguing figure in this bleak setting.

When she asked who he was, he replied with a nonchalant wave and the simple declaration, “A pirate.” It was a straightforward answer, and Lena's retort mirrored the weariness she felt. “That much I can tell,” she responded, her tone tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

Leaving Haechan's cell, Lena approached the new prisoner, keeping a safe distance. He raised a hand and removed his hat, revealing his features. Dirty blonde hair, matted and disheveled, fell over his brow. With a cheeky smile that hinted at a devil-may-care attitude; his features were strong, defined by prominent cheekbones and thick brows, portraying a rugged handsomeness that had been shaped by the trials of the sea.

With a final flourish, he got up, shaking off the stiffness that came with long hours of confinement, before approaching the cell bars. He placed his hat on his chest and then executed a bow, introducing himself with a sense of theatricality. “Captain Hongjoong, madam,” he declared, his voice reflecting the cadence of one who was comfortable with such introductions, a charismatic aura radiating from his presence.

Lena's intrigued smile danced upon her lips as she responded, "And what is a fine pirate like yourself stuck here?" She gestured toward the cell, a sense of déjà vu washing over her as she recalled her own time in captivity aboard Haechan's ship, and how he would visit her.

Captain Hongjoong leaned back with a hint of amused confusion.  “A fan?” he questioned.

“One would say a sympathizer,” Lena replied, her eyes never leaving him. She watched as he moved closer to the cell bars, holding his hat beside him, his forehead resting on one of the iron bars as he peered down at her through them.

“Nah-ah, another pirate was in those cells,” he mused, his tone conspiratorial. “And how you cried seems to me you're quite more than a sympathizer.” He accentuated the word 'sympathizer,' and Lena's features shifted from intrigue to a more stern expression.

Captain Hongjoong clicked his tongue and pointed at her. “There it is,” he continued. “Let me guess, a lover? A lady of wealth falling for the rugged? A tale quite old as time, one would say.” His voice was filled with mockery, a playful yet knowing tone that suggested he had seen his fair share of such situations in the life of a pirate.

Lena, growing a bit annoyed with Captain Hongjoong's teasing, decided to shift the conversation. “What about you?” she inquired. “Where's your crew? Who's here to save you?”

Hongjoong let out a weary sigh. “Still looking for them.”

Her curiosity piqued, Lena asked, “You lost your crew?”

Hongjoong shook his head slowly. “No, I'm still waiting for the right ones.”

Lena's brow furrowed for a moment, but then understanding dawned on her. She couldn't help but release a breathy laugh. “You don't have a crew, do you?”

He rolled his eyes playfully, yet not entirely denying her assumption. “Yes, I do. They're out there somewhere, just waiting for me to scoop them up from their miserable lives.”

Lena, a hint of mockery in her tone, leaned against the wall and looked at him. “So, to whom are you a captain? Of what ship?”

Captain Hongjoong remained silent, his tongue pressed firmly against the inside of his cheek. After a brief pause, he responded with a teasing glint in his eyes. “For a lady of your class, you seem to really care.”

Lena grinned, her eyes dancing with amusement. “A sympathizer, remember?”

As their banter continued, Captain Hongjoong noticed Lena's gaze shift toward Haechan's cell, and he lazily pointed in its direction. “So what? He's dead?” he asked, his tone bordering on indifference.

Lena, her voice stiff, muttered, “Will be…” She watched as Hongjoong slowly nodded, his attention still drawn to the empty cell opposite.

Without moving his head, he cast a sidelong glance at her. “I can save him for you,” he offered, the words carrying a hint of seriousness.

Lena laughed bitterly, her fists clenching. She began walking past Hongjoong, who remained unflinching. “Don't,” she snapped.

Unmoved, Hongjoong retorted, “I'm not mocking, darling.”

She turned to him with anger in her eyes, warning him not to push further. “Don't.”

Hongjoong stepped away from the cell bars, putting his hat back on. “A pirate's promise, only ever done with another pirate,” he explained, emphasizing his sincerity.

Lena disagreed, insisting, “I'm not a pirate.”

But Hongjoong countered, “But you are.” He left her to contemplate his words, trying to find a way to challenge his statement.

She fell into a momentary silence, grappling with how to challenge his assertion. Hongjoong put both his hands behind his back, looking down for a moment before meeting her eyes again. “This is the promise: I save your lover's life for future service.”

Lena looked away, disbelief in her expression. “What kind of promise is that?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “One that benefits you now and will benefit me later.”

Slowly, she approached him, their steps echoing in the corridor. She reached the bars and held them, watching him closely. “Why not ask for your freedom?” she questioned. 

Hongjoong, his cheeky smile still in place, leaned closer to the bars. “Because my freedom is already promised,” he replied cryptically. “So what do you say? A deal, Miss...?” He paused, silently asking for her name.

Lena cocked her head, her curiosity piqued, but she didn't press the matter further. Instead, Hongjoong extended a hand and traced his fingertips over Lena's curled ones.

With a swift movement, Lena snatched her hand away, her eyes narrowing. “Lena. And yes,” she agreed.

Hongjoong reveled in her acceptance and leaned away, still wearing a triumphant smile. “Great, then I promise to save him.”

Lena couldn't help but glance at the lock on the cell door and muttered to herself, “Now to get you out.” However, before she could proceed, Hongjoong stepped back, tossing his hat on the floor lightly. He brushed himself off while calmly saying, “That's the easy part, a little fool's act should do.” Lena looked at him in bewilderment. “What?” she inquired, not entirely sure of his plan.

Hongjoong gestured toward the entrance of the jail with a nod. “Go call your guards,” he instructed, offering a wry smile. Lena's mouth was left slightly ajar as she contemplated his request. She was about to follow his instructions when Hongjoong spoke again, “Also, Lena. No hard feelings.”

She furrowed her brows, puzzled by his statement, but she called out for the guards as he had advised. She watched anxiously as the guards came running down to the jail, a rush of anxiety surging through her. The situation was eerily reminiscent of when they had taken her from Haechan. She was about to ask Hongjoong what they should do next when she felt a searing pain in her side and her face throbbed as he pulled her harshly against the cell bars.

Lena cursed under her breath and tried to break free, yelling at Hongjoong to let go. However, he remained unyielding, keeping her pinned against the bars until the guards arrived and approached them. They yelled at Hongjoong to back away, and Lena jolted back, watching as Hongjoong eyed the keys and their holder. Suddenly, realization dawned on her. 

Hongjoong, taking advantage of the opportunity, assumed his charming Captain persona. He began apologizing profusely, trying to divert the guards' attention. But his act was cut short when one of the guards struck him across the face. Lena jumped at the sound of the impact, her heart pounding. She observed Hongjoong stumble forward, his eyes locked onto the keys hanging from the jailer's waist. Slowly, with catlike precision, he extended his hands and snaked the keys away from the unsuspecting jailer.

The guards, agitated by Hongjoong's carefree attitude and laughter, pushed him with enough force to make him collide with the cold brick wall. He winced as the impact sent a jolt of pain through his body, but to everyone's surprise, a chuckle slipped from his lips. The guards, perplexed by his nonchalant response, attempted to instigate him further, but their efforts were cut short by Lena's commanding voice.

“Guards!” Lena shouted, her tone conveying a thinly veiled annoyance. The guards turned their attention to her, and she feigned a yawn. “I would like to be escorted back to the Marquess.”

The guards nodded dutifully, acknowledging her request. However, just before they left the cell, Lena couldn't help but watch in shock as Hongjoong swiftly took them out. He moved with a graceful agility that left her almost in disbelief. She realized that he was incredibly skilled, and her perception of him shifted from a mere pirate to a capable and resourceful individual.

Hongjoong managed to disarm both guards with remarkable speed and precision, leaving them incapacitated on the ground. His actions were so fluid and swift that Lena couldn't help but be taken aback. He began to drag their unconscious bodies towards a corner of the cell. However, he suddenly halted, his attention shifting to Lena, who stood there with a mixture of shock and amusement.

He raised an eyebrow and, in his cheeky yet respectful tone, asked, “Are you going to help or not?”

Stunned for a moment, Lena blinked rapidly before recovering her wits. Without a moment's hesitation, she rushed to assist him. With silent but intense cooperation, Lena and Hongjoong managed to position the unconscious guards in the corner of the cell. It was as if they had found an unspoken rhythm between them, despite their differences in status and background. Once the guards were hidden from view, Lena turned to Hongjoong, her curiosity piqued.

“You're quite skilled,” she admitted, her voice laced with genuine surprise and admiration.

Hongjoong chuckled softly, brushing off the compliment with a self-assured shrug. “Small tricks, large consequences.”

The distant echoes of voices and footsteps outside the jail reminded Lena of the urgency of their situation. She couldn't afford to be caught helping a pirate escape, but there was no turning back now. Her mind raced as she contemplated their next moves.

As they made their way up the steps, the narrow and dimly lit passageway leading them out of the small jail, Hongjoong suddenly halted, causing Lena to stop in her tracks. His voice low and filled with urgency as he asked, “Where are they keeping the pirate you want me to save?”

Lena turned to him, her expression firm, and corrected him, “His name is Captain Canary.”

Hongjoong hesitated for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he took in her words. A sense of anticipation lingered between them as they stood there in the dimly lit corridor. Then, she continued, her voice laced with a sense of hesitancy, “He's not exactly being held. He... he gave his life to being a privateer.”

Hongjoong paused for a moment, processing her words. His eyes widened as comprehension dawned on him, and he leaned in closer to her, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He hissed incredulously, “What!”

Lena held her index finger to his chest, trying to sound stern as she emphasized, “You already promised me his life.” Her words were punctuated with a hushed intensity, reflecting her determination and commitment to their agreement. She awaited his response, her eyes locked onto his, her heart racing with anticipation and hope.

Hongjoong's eyes bore into hers for a moment as they stood there on the stone steps, engaged in a silent battle of determination and secrets. The weight of their agreement hung heavily in the air between them, and Lena could feel the intensity of the promise they had struck.

Hongjoong pulled back slightly, his face a cocktail of emotions. He seemed to understand the gravity of his promise and the complicated circumstances surrounding it. In a low voice, he responded, “A pirate for a pirate, I suppose.”

Lena's impatience got the better of her, and she gently nudged Hongjoong's shoulder, her curiosity bubbling up. “So,” she began, her voice a mix of impatience and determination, “how do you plan to save Captain Canary?”

Hongjoong turned his head, his mind racing with possible strategies and contingencies, but he offered her only a partial answer. “Part of the plan, my dear, is for me to figure out,” he replied with a sly grin.

Lena was about to protest, her stubbornness creeping into her expression, but before she could utter a word, Hongjoong cut her off. “I don't entertain disagreements,” he declared, his tone firm but not unkind. “Our promise is built on trust, so have some.”

Frustration welled up inside Lena, but she knew that she had little choice but to trust him. Reluctantly, she nodded, her irritation palpable. Their alliance was founded on necessity, not camaraderie, and they would have to navigate it together.

As Lena led Hongjoong through the elegant yet eerily quiet corridors of the Marquess's residence, she felt a strange mix of trepidation and determination. The walls were adorned with magnificent paintings and intricate tapestries, telling stories of a lavish and privileged lifestyle that seemed a world away from her own. The marble floors beneath their feet gleamed in the soft, filtered sunlight, and the atmosphere exuded an air of silent opulence.

Lena turned to glance back at Hongjoong, her eyes searching his for assurance. “This promise is incredibly important to me,” she confessed, her voice laced with sincerity. It was a risk she was taking, trusting this pirate, but she couldn't deny the desperation that clung to her like a shadow.

Hongjoong stood for a moment in thought, then his lips curled into a sly smirk. “Are you quite sure you're not a pirate?” he quipped, his eyes dancing with amusement.

Lena rolled her eyes and continued forward. Despite her frustration with the rogueish captain, she had to admit that his audacity and charm were, at times, oddly comforting in this bizarre situation.

As Lena and Hongjoong stood pressed against the cold, opulent hallway, their hearts pounded in unison at the sound of approaching footsteps. The guards appeared just around the corner, and Lena's hastened steps caused her to bump into Hongjoong's chest. He let out a huff of annoyance as their breaths seemed to synchronize.

Lena glanced back at him, and Hongjoong discreetly mouthed 'foot' while nodding toward the ground. She looked down to find her heel resting on his foot and quietly muttered an apology as she gingerly moved away, her cheeks faintly flushed.

They remained frozen in place, eavesdropping on the guards' conversation. The first guard said, “Did you hear about the new Privateer Captain being sent north?”

The other guard leaned in, curious. “I heard. Must be important. The Marquess is desperate to have someone new in charge, but not just any new Captain. I heard it's someone close to the Marquesa herself.”

Lena's eyes widened, and she whispered to herself, “Haechan,” finally realizing they were talking about him.

The guards continued their idle gossip, one of them saying, “It's more like a punishment, you know. Nobody ever makes it out of the north. It's a place where captains go to disappear, they say.”

Lena's concern and worry were written all over her face as she turned toward Hongjoong, but to her surprise, she found his eyes widened with excitement. He muttered, “Now I know where my target is,” and before Lena could question him further, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close, their bodies almost touching.

They moved swiftly, emerging from the shadows to stand in front of the confused and alert guards. Lena's aggressive silence was palpable, and her eyes questioned Hongjoong's audacious actions. She could feel herself trembling from the tension of the moment, her heartbeat echoing in her ears.

However, her confusion deepened as Hongjoong's mischievous smile returned. In an unsettlingly casual tone, he addressed the guards. “Scream, and I'll slit her throat,” he said, placing a small blade at Lena's neck. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine. 

In response, the guards froze, their faces painted with a mix of shock and confusion, just as Lena's was. The threat had silenced them temporarily, and it was evident that they were trying to calculate their next move.

Through gritted teeth and with a sense of urgency, she whispered, “What are you doing?”

Hongjoong maintained a cheeky grin and whispered back, his voice dripping with playfulness, “Shh, my dear. Don't worry; I have everything under control. I don't believe the Marquess would be too thrilled to be married to a head, do you?”

Hongjoong was seemingly in control of the situation. He inquired, “Tell me where the garden is,” and the guards, still wary, pointed down a nearby corridor. His nod was curt, and he addressed the guards, “Good.” Hongjoong released Lena just enough for her to move. With her still in tow, he turned and began walking in the direction they had indicated.

The guards watched them with a mixture of anger and confusion. One of them shouted, “What are you doing with her?”

Hongjoong chuckled and called back over his shoulder, “Just taking her to the gardens for some... security measures, until I've safely left this charming little palace.”

Lena couldn't help but mutter under her breath, “Really?” She had allowed Hongjoong to hold her as a captive, trusting his audacious plan, and now it seemed to have worked, but not without consequences. The guards were alerted, and their pursuit loomed ominously in the distance.

Hongjoong couldn't help but give a faint laugh in response. “It worked, didn't it? Besides, we weren't going to be able to pass them without being caught.”

However, Lena abruptly stopped, causing Hongjoong to bump into her, and in retaliation, she stepped on his foot while simultaneously pushing his arm away from her. The blade was no longer dangerously close to her throat. His eyes flickered with a mix of pain and amusement as he winced and groaned, “Fair, fair.”

But Lena wasn't in the mood for banter at that moment. She raised an eyebrow at him and whispered harshly, “Yet now we have a whole brigade of guards after us. After you!” Her voice dripped with irritation and urgency. “I needed you to go out quietly and save him, not bring more chaos to him!" She emphasized her point with a hissed tone.

Hongjoong began walking with a slight limp, his injured foot causing him discomfort, but he nodded urgently for Lena to continue leading the way. “Good, that's what I want.”

As Lena followed Hongjoong, her face was etched with anger, and her voice carried the weight of her frustration as she questioned him, “How can that possibly be what you want?” She was determined to express her concerns, to make him understand that their hasty actions might have jeopardized the entire mission to save Haechan. But before he could answer her, their ears picked up the hurried steps of approaching maids. Without hesitation, Hongjoong pulled Lena with him into a hidden corner tucked away in the palace's vast labyrinthine corridors.

This concealed alcove was dimly lit, its walls adorned with faded tapestries and ornate decorations from a bygone era. It was a compact space, just enough for the two of them to press themselves against the wall, their breaths shallow and hearts pounding as they strained to listen to the passing footsteps.

Lena barely had room to breathe as they huddled together in the tight space. Hongjoong, his irritation palpable, hissed at her, "Lena! Seriously, think about it. The Marquess is desperate. I've only seen Canary twice, and both times he was at the brink of death. That means they're losing the war. If it wasn't for the Marquess's desperation, your Captain would have been long gone. You don't become a Privateer because you're liked; you have something of value. Other than that, we're rats of the sea to the crown and its high-maintenance children."

In the dimly lit alcove, Lena tried to wrap her head around Hongjoong's explanation. Her eyes held a glimmer of understanding, but something gnawed at her, leading her to question, “But why bring me with you? I could have distracted the guards for you while you escaped.” Her voice held a trace of frustration; she was still grappling with the unanticipated turn of events.

Hongjoong continued to tilt his head to check if it was safe to proceed. “Because I have a plan, which requires you,” he stated, turning his focus back to her. He met her eyes with a determined expression. “But for it to work, we need to make it to the sea. And worse, I need a ship and a crew.”

Lena frowned, still pointedly annoyed. “Which you don't have,” she retorted.

Hongjoong looked back at her, his expression impatient, and his words were hissed through gritted teeth. “Yes, I'm aware, Lena.” Their conversation fell into a strained silence as they contemplated their next move.

It was then that Lena's thoughts drifted towards a potential solution. Her eyes sparkled with an idea as she spoke up, “I know of a crew in need of a Captain. They have a great ship, ready to sail.”

In the safety of the concealed alcove, Hongjoong checked one last time to ensure they were not being pursued by any guards. With a nod of assurance, he declared that it was time for them to make their escape.

As they ventured into the outdoor garden, the stark contrast between the fresh air now and the stifling confinement she had grown accustomed to was palpable. The garden lay before them, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. It was a sanctuary of vibrant colors, with blooming flowers and lush greenery. The gentle rustling of leaves and the subtle fragrance of the flora set an entirely different tone from Lena's previous visits with the Marquess.

Hongjoong turned to Lena, asking, “Where do we go from here?” She recollected a conversation she'd had with the gardeners who mentioned that children occasionally sneaked into the garden through one of the broken spots in the wrought-iron gates. She pointed in the direction they should head.

Nodding in agreement, Hongjoong led the way, and Lena followed closely behind, weaving between the strategically placed trees and concealing themselves behind bushes as they went. They were on the lookout for the rumored broken spot in the gates, and soon, Hongjoong let out a small 'aha' when he found it.

Just as they located the weak point in the garden's boundary, they heard the rapid approach of numerous guards converging on the garden. Time was of the essence. They swiftly navigated the broken section in the gate, and Lena, struggling with her cumbersome day gown, was noticeably hindered. Hongjoong muttered under his breath about the need to dispose of the dress, and then he extended his assistance, helping her through the opening with a touch of urgency.

With a sense of urgency still pressing upon them, Lena and Hongjoong managed to distance themselves from the palace, finding a secluded spot where they could pause for a moment to catch their breath. The tension from their escape lingered, and they both recognized that they were far from being in the clear.

Hongjoong, ever resourceful, took off his coat and offered it to Lena, recognizing that her day gown would make her stand out conspicuously on the city streets. He said, “You'll draw too much attention in that dress. This will at least provide some cover.” She accepted the coat gratefully and draped it over herself, though her gown still peeked out from underneath in places.

As they continued through the winding streets of the city, Hongjoong glanced at Lena and remarked, “Now, to meet that crew of yours.” Lena couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, knowing that reuniting with the crew could provide a ray of light. That’s if they held no resentment towards her.

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Lena guided Hongjoong through the labyrinthine streets of the city, her steps retracing the path she had once walked with Haechan. The familiarity of the route brought both nostalgia and sorrow. Her heart ached as she recalled how different everything felt back then, a time when the world was full of unknown adventures and the horizon stretched infinitely before her.

The sense of foreboding and predetermined fate gnawed at her as she walked beside Hongjoong. Uncertainty loomed, and while the unknown terrified her, the alternative, which had been imposed upon her, frightened her even more.

As she walked, she couldn't help but drift into the vivid memories of Haechan – his radiant smile, his voice filled with charm and mischief. She missed his infectious charisma and the warmth that always seemed to radiate from him. Each thought of him, the touch of his hand, his laughter, felt like a fading ember in her heart.

As they neared the pier where she remembered the ship being anchored, Lena's thoughts slowly returned to the present. The scene that unfolded around them was a vibrant spectacle of colors and sounds. Crowds of people bustled along the bustling promenade, mingling with vendors selling an array of street food, from steaming dumplings to fragrant roasted chestnuts. The salty scent of the sea drifted on the breeze, mixed with the tantalizing aroma of grilled fish.

Stalls selling exotic wares and trinkets lined the cobblestone streets, tempting tourists with their displays of intricate jewelry and vibrant fabrics. The waterfront was abuzz with activity, and Lena led Hongjoong through the vibrant crowd as they approached the pier. The large, imposing hull of the ship awaited them, the  masts rising tall against the blue sky.

Her eyes fell on Renjun, a familiar and reassuring sight. He sat on a small crate, leaning against a wooden pillar, his black hat tilted just enough to shield his eyes from the sun's harsh glare. The memories of their first encounter played in her mind, and she couldn't help but use their humorous exchange once again.

“Do you mind sharing a word with a whore?” Lena playfully quipped, a mischievous smile on her face. She knew their interactions were often brief and curt, Renjun's responses limited to grunts or piercing glances. Yet despite their seemingly frosty relationship, there was an unspoken familiarity between them that brought her a sense of comfort.

Renjun responded with a small, knowing grin, fully aware of the jest, but he had an edge to his tone as he replied, “No, but with a dirty noble? Yes.”

Lena noticed the shift in his demeanor as his smile waned, and he turned away to walk toward the ship. Hongjoong chuckled softly behind her, and Lena glanced back at him, rolling her eyes. She followed Renjun as he led the way, her eyes occasionally darting to the ship, hoping to catch a glimpse of any familiar faces among the crew.

She called out to Renjun, her voice filled with genuine remorse, “I'm sorry, alright! I didn't know I was going to bring this much trouble. Allow me to at least—” She was about to continue her plea when he interrupted her with a shout, still striding toward the ship, “I said no. But I'm sure Mark won't deny you the audience.”

The mention of Mark stirred a whirlwind of emotions within Lena. She quickened her pace to catch up with Renjun, her footsteps echoing on the wooden plank as they climbed aboard the ship, her eyes searching for Mark among the familiar faces of the crew.

As Hongjoong followed Lena onto the ship, he couldn't help but whistle in evident appreciation of the impressive vessel. The ship was a work of art, a testament to the craftsmanship of the crew who maintained and sailed it. Its grandeur and history were palpable, and it elicited admiration from anyone who beheld it.

However, as Lena and Hongjoong stepped further onto the ship, they were met with a stark change in atmosphere. The crew, once a close-knit and jovial group, had stopped their activities and gathered around them, creating a circle that closed them in. Lena could feel the intense gazes from all directions, their eyes burning with a mixture of curiosity, suspicion, and something she couldn't quite define.

She followed Renjun as he made his way into the crowd, but it became evident that she wasn't welcome to venture any further into the heart of the ship. It was as if an invisible boundary had been set, one that she was not permitted to cross. She felt the weight of their collective stare, and despite having been picked at by them before with these same crew members when she had posed as their cabin boy, the current looks they directed at her felt vastly different.

Chenle's voice cut through the silence, offering a glimpse into the crew's sentiment. “Don't bother explaining, Jeno told us the story.”

Feeling exposed and vulnerable, Lena tightened Hongjoong's coat around her for comfort, her fingers clutching the fabric as she tried to combat the nervousness and uncertainty that threatened to overtake her. She stood frozen, acutely aware that her presence on the ship was met with an entirely different reception than before.

Feeling exposed and vulnerable, Lena tightened Hongjoong's coat around her for comfort, her fingers clutching the fabric as she tried to combat the nervousness and uncertainty that threatened to overtake her. She stood frozen, acutely aware that her presence on the ship was met with an entirely different reception than before.

As the crew continued to cast judgmental and mistrustful glances upon her, Hongjoong, ever the charismatic and confident pirate captain, seemed unfazed. He stood by Lena's side, providing a buffer against the sea of scrutiny. A sense of encouragement emanated from him, and though his presence couldn't entirely alleviate her discomfort, it provided a measure of reassurance in this unfamiliar and unwelcoming environment.

In this tense and charged atmosphere, Hongjoong decided to step slightly closer to Lena. As he did, she felt the gentle brush of his leg behind hers, a discreet and subtle show of solidarity. His proximity was a reminder that they were in this together, facing the crew's collective disapproval as a united front.

With a voice just above a whisper, he addressed her, his words carrying a blend of support and pragmatism. “They can hate you, darling. But at least make it count.” The advice was a mixture of defiance and wisdom, reminding Lena that her presence had ruffled feathers but that she could still command respect through her actions.

As the crew stared her down with a mix of skepticism and distrust, Lena maintained her composure. She gripped the coat more firmly, a metaphorical shield in the face of their disapproving scrutiny. When she called for Mark, she couldn't help but feel the tension in the air grow more palpable. It was evident that her presence had caused quite a stir among the crew, and they seemed to relish watching her discomfort.

Mark's slow and deliberate approach signaled his dominance within the group. As he appeared, his arms crossed over his chest, and Lena met his gaze with a sense of resolve. The memories of their interactions came flooding back – his earlier discouragement about her efforts to win over Captain Canary, contrasted with his moments of gentleness when she'd been injured.

Their silence, however, was fleeting as Mark's gaze shifted to the newcomer, Hongjoong, who stood beside Lena with an air of nonchalance. His casual demeanor was striking and seemingly impervious to the hostile atmosphere.

Mark's voice cut through the tension. “Who's this?” he inquired. Lena observed as Mark's gaze bore down on Hongjoong, and from the corner of her eye, she noticed the nod that Mark gave the newcomer. Her heart quickened as she wondered what would transpire next.

Lena stepped aside and gestured toward Hongjoong, making her intention clear. “I came to make a proposition.”

Mark's laughter washed over her, and his reply carried a sense of authority mixed with amusement. “You owe us a Captain, remember?”

Undeterred, Lena allowed a hint of a smile to play on her lips. “I brought you one.”

Mark scrutinized the man Lena had brought forward, sizing him up. Meanwhile, Hongjoong adopted a playful and charismatic demeanor, twirling slowly and posing for the crew, a striking contrast to the palpable tension that hung in the air. Lena was awed by his composure, his ability to turn almost any situation to his advantage.

Mark, however, returned his attention to Lena, his tone laced with skepticism. “I meant our Captain. The one you got thrown in jail.”

With unwavering confidence, Hongjoong moved closer to Mark, addressing the matter directly. “You see, the thing is, that I will be your Captain. Because I plan to save yours.”

Mark's gaze remained fixed on Lena, his skepticism evident.

Jaemin interjected from the edge of the group, munching on a bowl of berries. “We don't need you.”

But Hongjoong, ever the cunning orator, was quick to respond. “But you do,” he began, undeterred. “Or else you would have had another Captain by now. I mean, you're not sailess. You clearly have quite the ship and crew to man it. So my assumptions are either this.” He paused, then walked past Mark, his words carrying him to the center of the crew. “One, you all have terrible attachment issues with this Captain Canary of yours. Maybe as charming as the Prince of Veros since he clearly has a noble lady and a crew trying to save him from death. Or, the better one I like to envision, you all couldn't decide who to follow. Quite the fun to watch all the chaos unfold, I must say.”

With his inquisitive demeanor, Hongjoong captured the attention of the crew and Mark. He didn't shy away from challenging the crew's dynamics and the underlying reasons for their current predicament. It was an audacious move, but one that showed his determination to become their leader.

Mark, after listening to Hongjoong, turned his attention back to Lena, his expression still expectant. “What's in it for her?”

Hongjoong was quick to respond, acknowledging the role Lena played. “Her and I made a promise, a deal of sorts,” he said with a nod toward Lena. He smiled, a genuine expression of their shared understanding. “But she's here to play bait.”

The tension in the air was palpable as Lena confronted Hongjoong. She refused the idea of becoming bait, worried about the consequences it might bring. Her voice was firm as she declared, “What? No.”

Hongjoong, with an exasperated sigh and a hint of sarcasm, replied, “Bait. Yes.”

Lena's frustration grew, and she tried to make him see the consequences. “If you take me with you, you'll have the guards and privateers after you—”

He cut her off with a dismissive tone, “Which, who is one now?”

Lena's realization hit her like a sudden wave. “Haechan…”

Lena blinked, absorbing the complexity of his plan. “So you're bringing him to us?”

Hongjoong nodded, his eyes gleaming with a cunning scheme. He then turned to Mark, delivering the harsh truth. “But the only casualty to this mess is you. He'll be forced to bring down his own ship, arrest, and perhaps kill his own crew.” He shifted his gaze back to Lena, his voice lowered to a whisper. “Quite the irony, isn't it? His freedom and all, for your life and the death of what he's known. But I'll be generous and save you from being captured, disappear with him if you want.”

The conversation had turned into a complicated web of strategy, promises, and personal stakes. Hongjoong's wild eyes and wicked smirk suggested that he relished the intricacies of the plan he had devised.

Hongjoong looked away from Lena, his gaze focused on the crew as he laid out their options. “Or you know, let him live with his decision and fight amongst yourselves about who gets to be Captain of this stunning vessel. Or I'll do you one better, adopt me as your Captain. As you can see, I'm quite good at what I do,” he glanced down at Lena again, “And an honorable man at that. Well, honorable as a pirate can be.”

Silence descended upon the crew as they grappled with the choices that lay ahead. Lena stepped away from Hongjoong, feeling numbed by the weight of it all. Her gaze swept across the faces of the crew, wearied and apprehensive. When her eyes met Mark's stern look at Hongjoong, and Renjun's nonchalant demeanor, the gravity of their situation became abundantly clear.

Lena noticed that the sun had started to lower on the horizon, casting the sky in a warm golden hue. Memories of Haechan and their moments at the beach crossed her mind, and she realized the profound significance of this crew to him. Haechan had always shown loyalty to the crew, even risking his life as a child to protect Chenle. With a sense of distress, she turned her gaze to Hongjoong, who stood there patiently, waiting.

“You trapped us,” Lena said, her voice filled with the weight of their predicament.

Hongjoong shook his head and began walking towards the wooden bridge, passing by Mark as he spoke. “I didn't. I just laid out the truth for all of you. As hard as it was to get to this point, we can easily unravel this matter neatly. Lena,” he addressed her, “you can go back to your life with the Marquess, say the pirate who took you left you alone on the streets. And I'll go on my merry way, leaving this crew to figure out their problems. We can all act as if this never happened, as if Captain Canary was a ghost.”

Jaemin, previously silent, finally spoke up, “But you know that won't happen.”

Hongjoong leaned against the railing with a cunning smile, acknowledging Jaemin's point. "Exactly."

Lena watched, troubled and perplexed, as Hongjoong continued. “Oh, stop the moping,” he admonished. “I said he'd have to do those things; it doesn't mean that they will happen. You're all pirates; steal your captain back before things get worse.”

The options laid before them seemed like a labyrinth of choices, each with its own consequences. The crew was faced with the challenge of saving their Captain while grappling with the uninvited intrusion of a new pirate, Hongjoong.

“So, where's the Captain's Quarters? I'd like to see where I'll be lodging,” Hongjoong asked casually.

As Hongjoong directed his question to Mark, the crew fell into an anticipatory silence, waiting for their quartermaster's response. The air was thick with tension, and all eyes were on Mark as if he held the key to their next steps. Jaemin's footsteps creaked as he walked to the center of the scene, giving a piercing glare at Hongjoong.

“Over my body,” Jaemin declared coldly, his gaze unwavering on the new intruder. “You'll be staying with the crew.”

Then he turned his gaze to Lena, and the bitterness in his tone was evident. “You'll be staying in the Captain's Quarters. I'm sure he'd want that,” he said, his words sharp and deliberate. Jaemin didn't seem pleased with any of this.

Jaemin addressed the crew, his demeanor firm. “Let's set sail for the north then. We've been in this damn town long enough.”

Lena glanced over at Hongjoong, who seemed amused by the situation. He wore a subtle smile, stood straight, and then walked towards the two quartermasters, making a comment on their dual roles, "Two quartermasters… I can see why the choice is hard." With that, he proceeded below deck, leaving Lena, Mark, and Jaemin standing in his wake.

When she turned to face the two quartermasters, they both had their arms crossed and narrow glares fixed upon her.

Lena, her voice breathy and laden with regret, sighed, “Boys…”

Mark's tone remained serious as he asserted, “This doesn't excuse anything.”

Jaemin, after eyeing her up and down, chuckled mirthlessly, “I don't see what the Captain is so in love with.” With that comment, he turned and walked away, leaving Lena and Mark standing there.

Lena attempted to apologize, “Sorry—”

But she was cut short by Mark rolling his eyes, his irritation palpable, and he followed Jaemin, leaving Lena to contemplate the complex web of circumstances that had brought her here.

~

Lena gradually stirred from her slumber, the soft warmth of morning sunlight trickling through the small window. She was still nestled on Haechan's bed, the sheets enveloping her like a cocoon. As her senses awakened, the first thing she noticed was the lingering scent of him on the sheets, a blend of the sea, his cologne, and something indefinably comforting. The room had its own distinct fragrance, too, a mix of salt, wood, and adventure, and she couldn't help but smile as she recalled the time she'd gifted some of Gus's cookies to Haechan. He had been truly surprised by the gesture, and she remembered the way his eyes had softened in gratitude. It was then she wondered when he had started falling for her, the thought tucked away in her mind like a secret.

With a sense of curiosity, she reached beneath her corset and retrieved the folded letter and the ring. The ring slipped onto her finger comfortably, and she held the paper with both hands, her fingers gently caressing the folded edges. She studied the two symbols of their connection and wondered how he felt, recalling his words from the letter: ‘If this is what love is, then I'd like to believe I've found it in you.’ As Lena's gaze wandered, she pondered when exactly Haechan had begun falling for her.

With a thoughtful sigh, Lena contemplated when she herself had fallen for Haechan. Her love, she realized, had grown gradually, like a delicate bud blossoming into a vibrant flower, and she suspected his journey had been just as intricate.

Pushing herself to sit up, Lena's eyes met her reflection in the mirror. Her hair had become unruly, with loose strands framing her face, free from the careful arrangement of the maids. Her once-pristine gown had now accumulated smudges, dirt, and grass stains from her adventures across Canoga. It dragged at the hem, bearing the signs of being dragged through the city.

Like a well-practiced routine, she placed the letter on the bed, her hands working to unfasten her corset. She felt the fabric's grip on her loosen, and the skirt's weight began to ease. With practiced motions, she slipped out of the dress, revealing her undergarments. The garments hung slightly loose, a contrast to the snug fit of her corset. She scanned the room, her eyes settling on a chest that contained some of Haechan's clothing.

As she rummaged through the chest, she retrieved a pair of breeches and a linen shirt, both a little oversized since they were men's clothes. Dressing in them was slightly awkward, but she felt a sense of closeness to Haechan in these garments, as if he were embracing her from afar. The breeches hung loose around her hips, and the shirt draped over her frame, leaving a lingering sense of his presence. Lastly, tucking her blue pendant beneath the blouse. She quickly donned the attire and felt a strange mix of emotions. The clothes carried the comforting scent of Haechan, evoking both giddiness and a hint of teariness. The feeling of his presence in these clothes was a bittersweet reminder of his absence.

Lena attempted to comb through her hair with her fingers but soon gave up, realizing it was a futile endeavor. She sighed and decided to leave her hair as it was, accepting that perfection in appearance was the least of her concerns at the moment.

As Lena stepped out onto the main deck, the brightness of the sun momentarily blinded her. The wooden planks beneath her feet reverberated with the lively activity of the crew. The distinct scent of saltwater, mingling with the musky aroma of the ship, hung in the air. The ship seemed like a living entity, a bustling community with its own rules and rhythms.

The crew members were scattered throughout the deck, hard at work. Some were raising sails high into the azure sky, while others were scrubbing the wooden planks, their backs glistening with sweat. The atmosphere was a blend of focused dedication and the harmony of working together toward a common goal. The distinct creaking of the ship's structure and the occasional call of the seagulls completed the symphony of the seas.

As Lena made her way towards Hongjoong, she passed Jeno, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. She attempted a friendly smile, but Jeno walked past her with a hint of annoyance, as if he couldn't be bothered.

Straightening herself, Lena ascended the steps that led to the elevated part of the ship, her attention focused on Hongjoong and the man beside him. Jisung held onto the ship's wheel with determination, his eyes locked on the vast expanse of the sea, seemingly trying to ignore the man beside him.

Hongjoong, ever the charming captain, immediately greeted her with a half-eaten plate of food. “Lena! Wonderful to see you. I got you breakfast,” he announced with a bright smile.

Lena inspected the food, her brow furrowing. “More like saved what was left,” she muttered, scrunching her nose in response to the meal's rather unappetizing appearance.

As she turned her attention to Jisung, she found him chuckling. She faced him, addressing the question that hung in the air, “Are you mad at me too?”

He glanced down at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes, which softened the stern facade he had initially presented. “Mad at you? Nah, not really,” he replied, his voice gruff but not unkind.

Lena let out a sigh of relief. She had a peculiar fondness for Jisung, the man with the silent strength and a steadfast presence on the ship. Knowing he harbored no ill feelings towards her brought a sense of comfort.

On the other hand, Hongjoong, the charismatic captain, flashed her a charming grin, unfazed by her less-than-enthusiastic reaction to the half-eaten meal. “Don't mind the presentation; it's the flavor that counts,” he assured her with a wink.

Lena's lips curved into a small smile in response to his playful nature. She might not fully trust him yet, but there was something about Hongjoong's demeanor that was infectious. He radiated confidence and a magnetic charisma that was hard to resist.

Lena's lips curved into a small smile in response to his playful nature. She might not fully trust him yet, but there was something about Hongjoong's demeanor that was infectious. He radiated confidence and a magnetic charisma that was hard to resist.

Lena took a bite from the half-eaten meal, her eyes fixed on Hongjoong as he stood there with his easy charm and playful demeanor. It was a strange contrast to the tense atmosphere that had surrounded her ever since she set foot on the pirate ship. Hongjoong responded with a slight bow and a grin, clearly unfazed by her reluctance to eat. The bite turned out to be surprisingly flavorful, which brought a small, surprised smile to Lena's face.

With a mouthful of food, she mustered the words to ask the question that had been nagging at her since the morning. “Why not wait for Captain Canary to catch up with us at the harbor?” Her tone carried a hint of curiosity as she sought to understand their strategy better.

Hongjoong glanced at her, the sunlight catching in his eyes, making them twinkle. He leaned against the ship's railing, considering her question. “At sea, we have an advantage,” he explained, his voice low and measured. “On land, we'd be outnumbered and overwhelmed by soldiers sent to capture us. Trust me; this is the safer option.”

Lena nodded, processing his answer. It made sense. She followed up with another question, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Then why sail north? We could have gone anywhere, yet you've chosen to sail toward the war zone.”

Hongjoong exhaled, looking weary for the first time. “It puts more pressure on the Marquess to come for us,” he said, frustration creeping into his tone. “I doubt he'd want his wife in the middle of a war zone. It's a gambit, you see.”

She handed him the plate, realization dawning on her. “You're sailing us into the war zone?”

Hongjoong stepped away from the helm, shaking his head, a hint of irritation in his eyes. He began descending the steps to the main deck, and Lena followed him, her tone incredulous. “You're insane! What kind of a plan is that?”

But before she could finish her protest, Hongjoong raised both hands and cut her off. “Not exactly, but close enough to give the illusion,” he said, turning to face her with a wry smile. “Sometimes, it takes a little bit of madness to outwit the cunning.”

Lena was about to retaliate against Hongjoong's daring plan, ready to voice her concerns with all the frustration that had built up since her arrival on the pirate ship. But before she could utter a word, Jisung's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, a scream of warning about a Navy ship approaching. The sudden announcement sent a shiver down Lena's spine, and the entire crew seemed to freeze momentarily.

Mark quickly took charge and ordered the crew to execute their plan, and at that moment, Lena's disbelief gave way to fear. She whipped her head around to look at Hongjoong with wide, horrified eyes, her voice trembling as she stuttered, “What... What's going to happen now?”

Hongjoong, on the other hand, shared a look of excitement with her, and his hands clapped together once as he declared, “Right on time.” He turned to walk toward one of the crates tucked beside the walls of the Captain's quarters, retrieving a length of rope as he did so. With the rope in hand, he raised his voice to address the crew. “Alright, everyone, perky and angry, please! Give them a show!”

Still bewildered, Lena began to step back as Hongjoong slowly approached her. She watched the chaos unfolding around her, unable to fully comprehend the situation, and she continued to move away from Hongjoong, asking him what he was doing. He simply responded, “Playing my part.”

As he drew closer, Lena continued to retreat, her heart pounding as she realized her back was now against the main mast. Panic began to set in, and her eyes flicked toward the coiled rope.

“No, absolutely not,” Lena protested, her voice laced with defiance. “I won't be tied to the ship. What if something goes wrong?”

Hongjoong gave an exasperated huff and rolled his eyes. “Please, Lena,” he retorted, shaking his head, “they're all risking their lives. I don't see why you can't comply with this.”

“Because if something happens, I'm strapped to the damn ship! That's why!” Lena exclaimed, her voice trembling with fear and frustration. She met Hongjoong's gaze with a stern and determined expression, making her resistance clear.

Hongjoong let out a dismissive sound and shrugged his shoulders. “Trust me, you're the safest one here,” he assured her as he began to untangle the rope. “Just play the damsel in distress; the rest of us have taken care of the more difficult parts.”

Lena uttered his name in a low, menacing tone, but ultimately, she remained in place, glaring at him with resentment and worry. As Hongjoong continued to tie her to the mast, Lena couldn't help but dwell on the unpredictability of their situation, and the reality of her playing a role in this high-stakes pirate charade sunk in.

Lena found herself tethered to the main mast, her back pressed against the weathered wood, as Hongjoong loomed over her. His presence was inescapable, and his arm rested above her head as the other rested on his hip. He leaned closer, his face mere inches from hers, and she could feel the warmth of his breath brushing against her forehead.

“Tell me,” Hongjoong began, his voice low and tinged with intrigue, “are you sure you're still not a pirate, Lena?”

Their proximity was almost suffocating, and Lena's heart raced as she looked up at him. Irritated and perplexed by his persistence, she asked, “Why do you keep asking me that?”

Hongjoong's gaze remained locked onto her, and his fingers traced a path over her cheek. His touch sent shivers down her spine, and his words resonated deep within her. “Because no one chooses to be a pirate,” he explained, his voice low and filled with a strange kind of wisdom. “It happens like a calling, good or bad measures will always drift you back to the sea.”

Lena remained silent, absorbing his words as they settled into her thoughts. She gazed up at him through her lashes, allowing the gravity of his words to wash over her. His fingers continued their journey, grazing the corner and bottom of her lip, and he chuckled. “It's a damn shame you're infatuated with him,” he remarked. “It would have been fun to recruit you onto my crew.”

As Hongjoong leaned away from Lena, she was left bound to the mast, her thoughts in turmoil. His cryptic words hung in the air like a lingering promise of adventure. The entire ship buzzed with activity, the crew going about their roles with fervor as they prepared for the impending confrontation with the Navy ship.

As the minutes passed, the commotion on the ship grew louder. The crew had done an impressive job of transforming the atmosphere, becoming rowdy and animated, their voices echoing across the sea. Lena couldn't see the approaching Navy ship from her tied position, but she could sense the rising tension and excitement in the air.

Lena's gaze remained fixed on the horizon. She couldn't help but wonder about the consequences of her choices and the unpredictable future that lay ahead. The scent of salt and brine, the feel of the wind against her skin, and the sound of the waves crashing against the ship's hull were now tainted by the sense of danger that had infiltrated her life.

She felt the ship shift slightly as it adjusted its course. The creaking of wood, the tautness of the ropes, and the rhythmic thud of footsteps all contributed to the cacophony of a pirate's life. Despite her current predicament, there was a part of Lena that felt strangely at home among this raucous crew.

The tension in the air was palpable as the approaching Navy ship became more distinct with each passing moment. Lena strained against her restraints, desperation taking over as her heart pounded in her chest. She didn't want violence; she didn't want anyone to get hurt.

Beside her, Hongjoong remained strangely calm, his gaze locked on the distant ship. He spoke quietly, almost to himself, saying, “There she is.” Lena strained to catch a glimpse of the ship but couldn't turn her head enough to see. Instead, she faced the empty sea before her, her heart heavy with anxiety.

As the sound of the Navy ship drew nearer, the crew's stillness became more pronounced. Lena could sense the fear in their eyes and the trepidation in the air. Her desperation grew with every passing second. She didn't want anyone to die, especially not for her sake. She just wanted to save Haechan and bring him back safely.

In a moment of despair, Lena turned her gaze to Hongjoong, who stood beside her, facing the other way. She called out to him, her voice trembling with fear and urgency. "Please, don't let them die." She knew she couldn't bear the weight of knowing that her choices had led to tragedy.

Hongjoong didn't move, but he turned to look at her, a smile on his lips. With a calm, almost dismissive demeanor, Hongjoong replied, “I'm not the person you should be praying that to.” His words hung heavy in the tense air, and Lena felt a shiver of dread run down her spine as she awaited the impending confrontation with the Navy ship, hoping for a way to save Haechan and her newfound pirate companions.

Lena's heart was pounding like a drum, and she could feel the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The tension in the air was almost suffocating as Hongjoong faced the approaching Navy ship, addressing the famous Captain Canary. Her tied position left her straining to see and hear every word exchanged between the two captains.

Hongjoong's voice sounded both respectful and playful as he greeted Haechan, his words dripping with charm. “If it isn't the famous man himself. Captain Canary,” he said, inclining his head ever so slightly, “it's a pleasure to meet you in better circumstances than last time.” The seconds felt like minutes as Lena awaited Haechan's response.

The moments felt like an eternity as Lena strained to hear Haechan's response to Hongjoong's address. She was tied to the mast, unable to move, with a growing sense of unease as she waited for his voice to break the silence. And then, there it was, Haechan's voice, a familiar yet distant sound that made her heart flutter.

Finally, his voice rang out over the deck, making Lena gulp quietly. “Where is she?” Haechan's voice was sharp and to the point.

Hongjoong leaned away from the mast, his silhouette coming into view as he took a few steps back, positioning himself in front of Lena. He raised a mocking eyebrow and moved closer to her, letting his fingers trace the curve of her chin. “Oh, the Marquessa?” Hongjoong's tone was smug, as he teased, “Quite the exquisite piece.”

Haechan's voice was unwavering as he continued to assert, “Hand her over, and we'll let you go.”

Hongjoong seemed to consider the proposal but ultimately shook his head. He began to untie the ropes binding Lena, and as they dropped to the deck, he grabbed her by the arm and swiftly turned her so her back was against his chest. He wrapped his hand around her neck, and Lena felt a mix of fear and anger as she was used as a pawn in the negotiation.

His voice conveyed a dark and daring proposal as he addressed Haechan, “You see, I wish I could do that, but I made a promise to my new crew. You for their loyalty. So I'll make you this deal…” With her back still against Hongjoong's chest, Lena gazed out toward the approaching Navy ship. It was close now, and she could see Haechan standing as a Captain, surrounded by his soldiers.

The scene unfolded before her in vivid detail. The Navy ship, soldiers in their uniforms, the flags fluttering in the wind. It was a surreal moment, and Lena's heart ached with the complexity of emotions. Her gaze met Haechan's, and she searched for any sign of softness in his expression, but it remained cold and resolute.

She clung to Hongjoong, hoping that his plan would unfold as he had promised, and that they would find a way to rescue Haechan without bloodshed.

As Hongjoong gently grazed her neck with his fingers and positioned his face beside her neck, he posed the question to Haechan, his voice filled with a mix of challenge and intrigue. “So, what do you say, Captain Canary? How much do you value your life, for hers?”

Lena watched Haechan with bated breath, her gaze unwavering, searching for a sign, any sign, that would give away his answer. Her hope was for those soft eyes she had grown accustomed to, to be focused on her, but they remained cold and stern. Haechan shifted his gaze from Hongjoong to the rest of the crew, and he spoke with determination, ensuring his words reached every ear. “I was your Captain, and I know you all the best. Would you really play killers to an innocent and then die for it? If you want my head, you'll have to rip every limb from me, and even then, I'd fight. That's if you can even get past them.” He nodded toward the uniformed men standing behind him.

Lena and the entire crew watched in tense silence, and she couldn't help but wonder how they were interpreting his words. Did they feel disgust at his defiance, or did they believe in his unwavering resolve? Lena herself chose to believe that under the veneer of authority, there was a man who was chained by fear.

Haechan's gaze shifted from the horizon to Hongjoong and the crew, and he inhaled deeply. Lena watched the rise and fall of his chest, her heart pounding with anticipation. When he finally spoke, his voice remained cold and resolute, “I'm not here to play cat and mouse, and I'd rather not be given the role of executioner for you. So, hand her over, before I make a move.”

The tingling of fear washed over Lena, and her mind began to race. Haechan's words were convincing, and she could feel the crew's hesitation. But deep down, her intuition told her not to believe everything he was saying. She had learned to tread carefully around Haechan's actions and words, and her instincts were guiding her to a different truth.

Lena looked up at Hongjoong, who suddenly burst into laughter, his body shaking with hers. She felt the grip of his fingers on her jaw and cheeks, and he placed a soft kiss on her temple. In a hushed whisper, he reassured her, “Don't be afraid.” Lena's heart raced as he let out a long, sharp whistle, and a thunderous bang echoed through the air, causing the ship to shudder. She almost lost her balance, clinging to Hongjoong for support, her eyes widening in realization that he had signaled for the cannons to fire.

The chaos that followed was like a storm, cannons blasting, smoke and debris filling the air, and the world around them descending into chaos. Lena held on tightly to Hongjoong, a whirlwind of emotions and actions unfolding before her, all hinging on the dangerous gamble they had just played.

The deafening chaos engulfed them as Lena clung to the mast for dear life, her voice lost amidst the thunderous roar of cannon fire, the shouts of the crew, and the piercing shots of pistols. Her fear escalated as she called out to Hongjoong, her voice laced with desperation and anger, “What have you done! We'll both die! This isn't a rescue but a suicide, Hongjoong!”

Hongjoong's grip on her remained firm, his expertise helping her find a more secure hold on the swaying mast as he made space between them, his eyes darting to a saber that had landed beside their feet. He swiftly picked it up, his voice filled with a reckless sense of excitement, “Oh, this is just the fun part of the rescue. Don't be such a pessimist.”

Lena glared at him, her grip on the mast tightening as she fought against the rocking ship. Gunfire and chaos surrounded them, and she yelped every time a pistol went off. Her eyes darted to the scene unfolding before her, the intensity of the battle playing out in vivid detail.

The deck was a frenzy of motion, with pirates and soldiers clashing in fierce combat. The familiar faces of the crew had transformed into warriors, their movements quick and precise. Jeno exhibited his exceptional swordsmanship as he parried blows and countered with precision. His face was a mask of determination, sweat-soaked, and hair disheveled. A force to be reckoned with as his saber danced through the air as he engaged in a fierce duel with a soldier. Mark, who had been stern and unyielding, was battling two soldiers at once, his determination shining through as he parried and struck with practiced skill.

Chenle, the young man she’d danced with just a few weeks ago, displayed a surprising ferocity as he fended off an opponent much larger than him, his agility and determination on full display. Lena's gaze shifted to Renjun, the crew member who had been cold and indifferent to her, but now he fought with an intensity that bordered on ruthless. His eyes were like ice as he dispatched a soldier with a quick, deadly strike. Jaemin's sharpshooting skills were evident, as he fired his pistol with uncanny precision.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder, the loud cracks of firearms, and the clash of steel against steel. The deck was slick with spilled blood and saltwater, making every step treacherous. The sea raged around them, adding to the pandemonium of battle, its waves rocking the ship violently.

Lena clung to the mast, her heart pounding, her eyes darting from one figure to the next, hoping to see signs of victory and survival amidst the fray. The stakes were high, and their fate hung in the balance, as the fight raged on, painting the deck with blood and saltwater.

The battle raged on, the deafening clamor and chaos of combat engulfing the ship. Lena's heart pounded as she clung to the mast, her wide eyes taking in the brutal scenes before her. As she watched the crew, her heart ached with fear and a growing sense of dread. The once familiar faces now bore expressions of determination and ferocity, each crew member locked in a life-and-death struggle against the soldiers of the Navy.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, with the deafening sounds of combat ringing in their ears, Lena strained to hear the conversation between Hongjoong and Haechan as the two captains faced each other. Her heart raced, and fear coursed through her veins as she clung to the mast, helpless to influence the outcome of this dire situation.

Haechan's voice was cold and unwavering as he confronted Hongjoong, “You'll regret this. Surrender now, and perhaps we can end this without more bloodshed.”

Hongjoong, on the other hand, was playing his part with a sly smile and a hint of amusement in his tone. “Oh, Captain Canary, how caring you are for a pirate. You see, I can’t stop as I’ve made a promise. I'm here for a trade. Her life for your freedom.”

Lena's heart skipped a beat at Hongjoong's words. She realized that he was intentionally provoking Haechan, pushing him into a corner and creating a dangerous standoff. She couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and desperation, fearing the consequences of Hongjoong's actions.

Haechan's voice remained icy, but he didn't back down. “A trade?” he brought down his sword, for the first time, his gaze finding Lena’s for a moment. “No. I made my choice to save myself. Take her and my men out of here. Give her the freedom she deserves.”

It was a moment of profound clarity, the gravity of his sacrifice washing over her. Haechan was willing to give up his own freedom to ensure the safety of his crew and, more importantly, her own. Lena was torn between gratitude for his selflessness and anguish over the separation that loomed ahead.

Hongjoong, however, showed no inclination to accept Haechan's offer. Instead, he shook his head with a wicked glint in his eyes and lunged at Haechan, the two captains locked in a fierce duel. The clang of their swords reverberated through the chaos of the battle, adding to the intensity of the scene.

Haechan, in the midst of their struggle, tried to reason with Hongjoong. He spoke of the Marquess's relentless pursuit, the futility of the trade, and the danger it posed to all involved. But Hongjoong only fought back with a playful cruelty, a stark contrast to the seriousness of their situation.

As the skirmish intensified, Hongjoong's strategy pushed Haechan to the edge. With the railing at his back and nowhere to retreat, Haechan remained resolute, his gaze darting for an escape route. Holding his sword defensively, he sought to keep his footing, even as his breath grew labored.

It was at that moment that Hongjoong, his sword pointed at Haechan, remarked with chilling finality, “That's why I have to kill you.” The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their implications. Lena's heart pounded as she saw the confrontation reach its climax.

Lena's heart seized in her chest, and without a second thought, she attempted to rush towards them, her voice shouting a desperate "No!" But her efforts were thwarted as Jaemin suddenly appeared, pistol in hand, aiming at Haechan.

“Captain.”

 Lena watched in shock as the gunshot reverberated through the air, making her jump and clutch her ears.

The deafening sound of the gunshot had barely begun to echo in Lena's ears when she watched Haechan yelp in pain and clutch his side, blood seeping through his fingers. Her scream mingled with the chaos of battle, and she called out to him with frantic desperation. She needed to reach him, to hold him, to reassure herself that he was alright. But before her trembling hands could find their way to him, the scene turned even darker.

Her world seemed to shatter into fragments. With a swift, unexpected motion, Hongjoong kicked Haechan overboard. Time seemed to slow down as Haechan tumbled through the air, his confused and pained eyes haunting Lena. The chilling splash that followed signaled his plunge into the turbulent sea.

Hongjoong nodded at Jaemin, “Finish this,” and the quartermaster hurried back to the chaos.

Without a second thought, Lena scrambled to climb over the railing and leaped into the water, her heart racing and adrenaline coursing through her veins. As she plummeted into the sea, she was overwhelmed by a sense of déjà vu, remembering her first fall into the ocean when she had been captured by Haechan's crew. In that harrowing moment, she had nearly drowned, but he had come to her rescue.

As she sank beneath the surface, the memories flooded back, and she could almost feel his strong arms pulling her to safety, his voice soothing her fears. But now, it was her turn to save him. Lena's frantic gaze searched the murky water, and her heart pounded in her chest. She knew she had to find him quickly.

Finally, her desperate eyes locked onto Haechan's motionless form. He was floating just beneath the surface, unconscious and helpless. Lena swam towards him, her limbs aching with every stroke. She reached him and, despite the weight of her saturated clothing, managed to pull his limp body above water. Haechan's condition was dire, and Lena struggled to keep his head above the surface, her own strength waning with each passing moment.

Lena struggled to keep Haechan's limp body afloat, her arms aching with the effort of supporting him. With each stroke she made through the water, she felt her strength waning, her breathing growing heavy and labored. Desperation fueled her as she looked up toward the ship, praying for someone to appear over the ledge and offer assistance. She repeated the words ‘I trust you’ to herself through ragged pants, desperately clinging to the belief that Hongjoong's actions were part of a larger plan, no matter how cruel they seemed.

Amidst her pleas and exhaustion, she heard her name being whispered from above. Lena's gaze snapped in that direction, and to her immense relief, she saw Jisung descending a rowboat towards her. A wave of emotion overcame her, and she managed a trembling smile through her tears. Her heart leaped with gratitude, and she felt a glimmer of hope.

Jisung reached her and, with careful and synchronized efforts, they managed to push Haechan's unconscious form onto the boat. Lena, exhausted and shivering from the cold sea water, followed, toppling onto the boat's floor as she struggled to catch her breath. She lay there, water droplets dripping from her drenched body and hair, her lips trembling from a combination of fear and the cold.

As Lena finally turned her attention to Haechan, she could hardly bear to look at his condition. His face was pallid and his chest barely rose and fell with shallow breaths. His clothes clung to him, darkened by the seawater, and the wound on his side oozed blood, a vivid contrast against his pale skin. Lena's trembling hand reached out to touch his face gently, her fingers tracing the familiar contours she had come to cherish. She whispered his name with a shaky voice, her tears mixing with the water that dripped down onto his motionless form.

Desperation etched in Lena's eyes, she turned to Jisung, her voice pleading as she begged for help. Her lips trembled as she sought answers, but Jisung could only offer a sorry look. Through the weight of his words, he confessed his inability to assist them in this dire moment. They had no choice but to wait, to rely on the decision of those aboard the ship. Mark was their best chance to save Haechan, and Lena's heart sank as she realized they were at the mercy of the ongoing battle.

Lena whipped her head back up, her gaze fixed on the ledge of the ship above, waiting with bated breath for any sign, for a moment of silence, for someone to call out that it was safe. But the sounds of the ongoing battle continued, and the agonizing minutes passed without respite. Every second felt like an eternity.

With her forehead pressed against Haechan's, Lena whispered to him in a desperate plea, her voice filled with longing and anguish. “You promised me the world, remember? That’s a pirate's promise.” For a moment, she remembered Hongjoong’s word, ‘Because no one chooses to be a pirate…It happens like a calling, good or bad measures will always drift you back to the sea.’

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips, as if trying to breathe life into him with her own. Her eyes searched his for any sign of life, any indication that he was still fighting, still holding on, refusing to let go.

Lena, with her head nestled against Haechan's chest, gently placed her hand over his wound, her fingers trembling as she tried to stop the bleeding. Her eyes closed in an attempt to calm herself, and she took a deep, shuddering breath. With a wavering voice and a heart heavy with fear, she began to sing one of the sea shanties she had heard the crew sing on the beach. It was a song that usually brimmed with upbeat energy, but her tired voice and her exhausted body gave it a haunting, melancholic quality.

"Oh, the rolling waves,

 they crash and churn,

 As the salty sea, she calls us home, 

We'll sail through storms, 

through night and day,

 For the life we lead, the price we pay.

From beside her, Jisung sang along with her, matching the mellow tone she’d set.

A sailor's heart, 

so wild and free, 

Upon the open sea, 

we find our glee, 

But here I stand, in the darkest hour, 

With you by my side,

 I find the power.”

The melody of the sea shanty filled the rowboat, carried away by the gentle rocking of the vessel. Lena sang in a mellow tone, her voice carrying a deep sense of longing and desperation. The relentless waves tugged at the boat, causing it to sway and unsettling her already frayed nerves. Yet, despite the unease of the sea, she remained focused on her song, hoping that it would somehow reach Haechan and coax him back from the brink of darkness.

Whenever the thought of him dying began to break her, she’d sneak into the memory of dancing with Chenle at the beach. Captain Canary’s crew singing away at the night.

As she continued to sing, her voice carried a haunting beauty that wove through the crashing waves and the tension in the air. With her head resting on his chest, she could feel the faint rise and fall of his breath. It was a fragile sign of life that filled her with both hope and dread.

As the minutes stretched on, Lena's heart ached with every note. She sang not only to comfort Haechan but to steel herself against the gnawing dread that clung to her like a persistent shadow. With her eyes squeezed shut and her hand resting over his wound, she pressed her forehead against his chest as if seeking solace from the heartbeat beneath.

As Lena continued to sing the haunting sea shanty, her hand resting on Haechan's chest, she suddenly felt a strange sensation. Her fingers began to tingle, and she could sense a warm, blue glow emanating from beneath her shirt, near her heart. Her eyes widened with astonishment and realization. It was the pendant he’d helped her get, a memory that she now cherished. The pendant, which had been concealed beneath her clothing, had come to life with an ethereal light.

Confusion gnawed at her as she leaned slightly upward to get a better look at what was happening. The pendant seemed to respond to the wounds, emitting a gentle, otherworldly glow that bathed the area in its azure light. A faint clang sound reached her ears, and she couldn't help but wonder if the pendant was somehow responsible for this inexplicable phenomenon.

Determined to understand what was happening, she leaned over Haechan's unconscious form and lifted his navy uniform, exposing the spot where she had seen the wound earlier. To her astonishment, the fabric lay against a bare and unblemished expanse of skin. There was no wound, no scar, no sign of injury, only the smudge of dried blood as evidence of what had occurred.

Just as Lena tried to comprehend this miraculous turn of events, she heard a soft cough, and her gaze snapped to Haechan. His eyes began to flutter open, and his breathing slowly steadied. Her heart swelled with relief and joy, and she couldn't believe her eyes. Haechan, whom she had feared was slipping away, was showing signs of life.

Lena's eyes remained fixed on Haechan as his eyelids fluttered open, revealing the brilliant, brown eyes she had come to know and cherish. His gaze was unfocused at first, a sign of his returning consciousness, and then he slowly blinked and looked up at her. A weak, yet warm smile graced his lips, and it was a sight that brought tears of relief to Lena's eyes.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. They simply gazed into each other's eyes, communicating a thousand unspoken words. Almost too afraid to move.

Haechan's hand, weakened and trembling, lifted and brushed against Lena's cheek. It was a gentle, affectionate touch that sent shivers down her spine. She leaned down to press her lips to his, a tender, lingering kiss filled with all the pent up emotions they had experienced in their time together.

As their lips parted, Haechan finally managed to speak, his voice raspy and fragile. “Lena,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. “You saved me.”

Lena had gazed at him in utter disbelief, uncertain if she could truly categorize her actions as being under her control. Nonetheless, she found herself drawing him into her embrace, disregarding his pained grunts as she refused to release him. Her laughter, intermingled with tremors of disbelief, seemed to disavow the events of the entire day. Clinging to him with a steadfast grip, she reflected on the improbable journey that had brought her from the confines of a manor just a few months prior to her current position on a rowboat, tightly gripping a pirate she loves.

The words escaped her lips, seemingly beyond her power to restrain, as they slipped into his receptive ears, "I just want you."

In response, she felt the gentle caress of his fingers entwining themselves in the damp strands of her hair, his lips gracing her cheek, and his embrace mirroring the intensity of her own.

Beside them, Jisung stirred, causing the boat to sway ever so slightly. “It's quiet now,” he remarked.

The world around them slowly shifted from the vividly colored chaos of battle to a quieter, more serene moment. The battle cries and clashing swords had quieted, and the shouts of the crew members on the ship seemed to dissipate. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, the sea became a calm expanse.

Lena and Haechan, their moment of intense emotions still fresh in their hearts, turned their attention toward the ship's railing. They saw Mark's head appearing above, his forehead marked with a streak of blood, but his face bore an expression of relief. The setting sun's waning light reflected off his sweaty skin, making the blood appear almost ethereal.

Mark called out through raspy breaths, “It's safe now. We've dealt with the Navy ship. Come up.”

The crew members surrounding the railing immediately sprang into action, reaching down to help hoist the rowboat back onto the ship. Jisung offered his assistance as well, knowing that Haechan was still in a weakened state.

As the rowboat was secured back on the deck, Mark extended a hand to help Haechan climb out, and Jisung did the same for Lena. The two lovers emerged onto the ship's deck, their presence greeted with a mixture of relief and curious glances from the crew.

Lena's voice was soft, carrying a sense of gratefulness as she said, “Thank you, Mark.”

Mark, still catching his breath, gave her a reassuring nod and wiped the blood from his forehead with the back of his hand. “I’ll take this as you paying us back.”

Jisung, who had been silently watching the exchange, chimed in, “We need to get Haechan below deck. He needs medical attention.”

Lena's eyes filled with worry, but she nodded, realizing that Haechan's well-being should be the top priority.

As they descended into the depths of the ship, Lena hesitated, her gaze darting between Haechan, who was being carefully assisted by two crew members, and the chaos that remained on deck. She understood the urgency of getting Haechan medical attention, but a deep sense of unease gnawed at her. She turned to them, her voice trembling but determined, “Go ahead without me. I'll be down in a second.”

Haechan, his eyes reflecting concern, hesitated for a moment, as if torn between his own needs  and the desire to stay by Lena's side. After a brief pause, he nodded and allowed the crew members to guide him below deck. The momentary relief of Haechan's safety was swiftly replaced by worry for Hongjoong and the remaining crew members still on deck.

Lena hurried back up the stairs to the main deck, which bore the remnants of the intense battle. She scanned the area, realizing that the Navy ship had disappeared over the horizon. Her search for Hongjoong led her to a chilling sight — he was crouched beside a dead Navy soldier.

“Hongjoong,” Lena called out, her voice wavering.

Hongjoong turned toward her, his eyes meeting hers with a strange mix of exhaustion and playfulness. His lips curved into a sardonic grin. “Lena, good to see you. We won, in case you were wondering.”

Lena stepped closer to him, noting the battered state he was in, with dirt-streaked skin and a bloodied cut on his cheek. His appearance starkly contrasted the mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

He waved her concern away with a dismissive gesture. “Just a scratch. It's all part of the fun.”

The two of them sat together amidst the remnants of the chaotic battle, the ship's worn and torn appearance mirroring the crewmates who attempted to find humor amid their pain. The night had begun to envelop them in its cold embrace, making Lena shiver in her wet clothes and hair. She turned her gaze toward Hongjoong, who was attempting to stand despite the obvious discomfort he was in.

“You kept your promise,” Lena remarked, her gaze shifting from the worn planks of the ship to the man beside her. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks, and the shivers ran down her spine as the cold night settled in.

Hongjoong nodded, his expression wistful as he continued to survey the deck and his crewmates. “Plus your freedom.”

Lena, shivering as she braced against the cold, looked up at him with a thoughtful expression. “But why? You could have found a way to save everyone, honor our deal, and I'd go right back to the Marquess.”

Hongjoong let out a scoff, reaching out a hand to help her stand. “Because,” he said as he pulled her up, “when the time is right. I'd rather not go through soldiers looking for my end of the deal.”

Lena burst into laughter at his response, the sound genuine and hearty. She couldn't help but appreciate his quick thinking and the audacity with which he had played his part in the grand scheme. “Right,” she replied, still chuckling, “I should have known better.”

      ~

The coastline of Pearl Reef glistened under the warm moonlight  as Lena peered out from the ship. Time had passed since the daring rescue and the chaotic battle that had ensued. The crew had settled into their roles, adjusting to life on the high seas with the presence of Hongjoong onboard. The tension that had initially lingered due to his involvement had begun to subside as the crew witnessed his skills and audacious personality.

Haechan, once burdened by guilt over becoming a privateer and injuring some of his own crew members, was slowly regaining his footing as their fearless captain. There was a sense of camaraderie and relief as he found his confidence once more.

Lena couldn't help but find entertainment in watching Hongjoong try to get under Haechan's skin. He had a talent for pushing the boundaries, often using flirtatious banter with Lena as his chosen method. The sly smiles and witty exchanges between the two men were enough to amuse the entire crew. Haechan's mock irritation, accompanied by thinly veiled amusement, was visible to anyone who cared to look.

In one of the quiet moments they could steal, Lena and Haechan had a private conversation about the pendant's unique ability. They had decided that it was best to keep it a secret, not wanting to reveal the extent of its powers to the crew just yet. It was a delicate matter, and they couldn't risk any information falling into the wrong hands. They had to be cautious, especially after everything that had transpired.

The amusement reached its peak when Mark and Jaemin confronted Haechan about the battle that had transpired during the rescue mission. The crewmates were baffled, staring at Haechan with furrowed brows and disbelief etched on their faces. They had expected him to return with injuries, yet there wasn't a scratch on him.

Haechan, ever the charmer, tried to convince Jaemin, their best sharpshooter, that he had somehow missed his shots. The argument that followed was both humorous and endearing. Lena had watched with a smile as their friendly bickering continued, a testament to the strong bond that held their crew together even in the face of danger and deception.

As the night sky blanketed Pearl Reef in a velvety darkness, the city came alive with a different kind of beauty. A myriad of lanterns adorned the streets and buildings, casting a warm, golden glow that danced upon the water's surface. The faint sound of distant laughter and music drifted on the salty breeze, mingling with the soothing lull of the ocean waves. The stars above were like shimmering jewels, decorating the celestial canvas, and the moon's reflection painted a silvery path on the water.

Lena turned her attention from the breathtaking cityscape to the enigmatic figure beside her. Hongjoong leaned casually against the ship's railing, his gaze fixed upon the panorama before them.

“Quiet the adventure, Miss Lena,” he mused, his eyes still locked on the city. The corners of his lips curled upwards, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Lena agreed with a subtle hum. “Are you planning to have more?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued. She turned to face him, studying his features as he continued to stare at the cityscape with a contented smile.

Hongjoong's reply was filled with ambition and promise. “Bigger ones,” he stated, his voice carrying a sense of determination and excitement. Lena couldn't help but smile in response to his enthusiasm.

“Then I hope you find your crew, Captain Hongjoong,” Lena said, her voice laced with sincerity and well-wishing. She extended her hand towards him, offering her hand in a friendly farewell.

Hongjoong, ever the charismatic figure, straightened up and accepted her hand. As he shook it, he leaned in slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I shall be seeing you, Lena. As per the agreement,”  he declared, his tone playful and confident.

Lena seized the opportunity to deliver a friendly parting shot, squeezing his hand with a bit more force than expected, causing Hongjoong to yelp and release her hand. They shared a brief laugh, their moment of camaraderie sealing the unusual friendship that had formed.

A playful chuckle escaped Hongjoong's lips as he retreated towards the rope ladder leading to a small rowboat swaying below. “So, are you a pirate?” he inquired with genuine interest.

Lena nodded, her eyes wandering from the crew to Haechan, who stood with a hint of affectionate amusement in his gaze. When she redirected her gaze back to Captain Hongjoong, she motioned towards the boat and the open sea beyond. “Yes,” she replied, a sense of freedom enveloping her words.

Hongjoong laughed at her response. “Doesn't it feel easier to breathe now?” he mused, his smile warm and knowing.

Lena glanced at the life she had embraced, taking in the endless possibilities. With a nod towards the rope ladder, she said, “Goodbye, Captain.”

He nodded in understanding, but before disappearing below, he called out to her with a promise that echoed with the sea breeze. “I'll be back for you, Lena.”

With those words echoing in her ears, Lena watched him descend into the darkness of the ship, her heart filled with the thrilling uncertainty of the future and the adventures yet to come.

A soft breeze ruffled her hair, carrying the faint scent of salt and adventure. The ocean whispered secrets and dreams, inviting her to embrace the freedom that had become her new reality.

Lena thought of the unconventional friends she'd made, the daring escapes, the open sea that stretched infinitely before her. She thought of Haechan, the charismatic captain who had changed her world. And she thought of Captain Hongjoong, whose boldness had ignited her spirit.

As the night embraced her, she couldn't help but smile, her heart full of the thrill of her newfound life, the taste of salt on her lips, and the promise of the endless adventures yet to unfold on the open sea.

𔘓⁩ ᵗⁱᵖʲᵃʳ

#kpop fanfic #kpop ff #illumins #kpop au #nct dream fanfic #nct fanfic #haechan fanfic #haechan au #myriadofourseas #nct haechan #haechan #pirate haechan #nct dream pirates #kpop pirate au

[kpopandbookschild]

Kpop Fic Recs

kpop fic recomendations. i am in dire need of some.

list of kpop groups:

ateez (pirate aus especially appreciated!)

bts

nct (all units, all members)

stray kids

enhypen

txt

any of these as a full group fic, or individual members

if there are any fics you really like that you want to recommend for other groups, go ahead! these are just the ones i currently read for, but i'm open to more

please no 18+ fics, i'm still a minor so A. that's illegal, and B. it makes me uncomfortable. cursing and mildly suggestive (kissing and that crap) is ok.

there is also a specific type of fic i've been looking for. i want to read an nct dream fic that has the same vibes as nct dream's ()scape films. like that sci fi, locked away, assassin-y feel. so if anyone knows of any of those, please put like an asterisk (* <<that star thing) or an indication next to it!

the fics can be from tumblr, wattpad, quotev, or ao3, i have accounts on all of them.

and finally, if anyone needs fic requests, then just ask me! i've only read fics with the groups above, so it may be limited, but theres some really good ones out there if you know where to look!

thanks!

#nct #nct dream #nct u #()scape #wayv #stray kids #fanfic #fic recommendation #bts #txt #tomorrow x together #enhypen #ateez #pirate au

[ethereal-choi]

~aye, captain!

© ethereal-choi 2023–2024.

#chase.exe 🌑 #malegroupsnet #ultkpop #nct #nct moodboard #wayv #xiao dejun #xiaojun #xiaojun moodboard #wayv moodboard #kpop aesthetic #wayv aesthetic #wayv pirate au #kpop pirate au #wayv pirate moodboard #xiao dejun moodboard #xiao dejun pirate aesthetic #idk how else to tag this im sorry

[winter-nishimura]

- Looking for a RP Partner

- Dosent matter the gender

● Groups: Ateez, Straykids, Enhypen, Seventeen, EXO, The Boyz, BTS, TXT, NCT, Trainee_a (a trainee group under hybe), KQfellaz (another training group) [all members from groups]

● themes: Vampire, Werewolfs, mafias/gangsters, Yandere, Street racers, Mermaids, Pirates, Magical, Greek Mythology, Dystopia, Robots, Idols/trainees, Parents (I'll give detail of that)

● OC making will take pls in it, and suggestions too, The Rp will be on instagram I'll give detail

#ateez smut #enhypen #enhypen smut #kpop smut #nct smut #skz smut #smut #kpop rp #enhypen rp #ateez rp #stray kids rp #enhypen ot7 #oc making #mafia au #mermaid #pirates #enhypen vampire au #vampire #werewolf

[kaesficrecarchive]

[mark x donghyuck]

Ocean Eyes by baridalive (19/19 | 126,017 | T)

Donghyuck, or Captain Haechan as most refer to him, is the most feared pirate in the Caribbean Sea. His sworn enemy, Admiral Mark Lee of the King's Navy, has made it his life goal to take him down. In an unexpected and unfortunate series of coincidences, their paths converge once more, chaos ensues, and everything is just a little more complicated than it appears. Alternatively: Donghyuck is a pirate, Mark hates him, and nothing can go right from them being stuck together to deal with a common enemy.

#markhyuck fic rec #mark x haechan #mark x donghyuck #markhyuck #nct dream #nct 127 #multi chap #completed #t: pirate au #t: slow burn #t: one bed #t: enemies to lovers #wc: 100k-200k #c: kpop #rpf #i forgot how much i loved this fic

[hwatermelonsuga]

Fool's Gold: viii. Tyme Flyes When You're Havin’ Rum

° Series Masterlist

° genre: pirate au, pirateez

° word count: 3.4k

° warnings: language, death, alcohol, manipulation, toxic relationship involved, toxic character, stabbing

° pairing: seongjoong

° summary: Set in the Golden Age of Piracy, join Hongjoong and his crew on a quest to find Captain Avery’s hidden treasure as they come across traitors, lies, and a tyrant for a king.

“He has come to be the great man he thought he wanted to be. If this is true, then he is not a man. He is still a little boy and wants the moon.” - Cup of Gold

4 Years Ago

“Hey Joonieeee, can you get me another one?”

The man who was called rolled his eyes as he prepared another beer for the customer. As he gave him the drink, the man winked at him and tried to grab his arm. Before that could happen, Hongjoon pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the wood next to the man’s hand. He was frightened while Hongjoong smirked at him, leaving him to get back to his job.

Hongjoong was sick of it.

The men here were disgusting. He didn’t know how he could do it. They were always at the tavern to get drunk and to find someone or something to stick their dick in. Most of the time that someone was Hongjoong, seeing as they scared all the women off.

Hongjoong wished that he could’ve done something else with his life, but he had no other skills. And trust, he has tried every other job there is out there. He’s not that great at selling things, people piss him off all the time, and his parents didn’t have any particular skills… except for stealing.

Yeah, he wasn’t that lucky in life. So here he is, at a tavern… serving drinks to pigs.

“Joong!”

Hongjoong turned his head to see an old friend, Chan, walk into the building. Following him with puppy eyes was one of his crew members. He was a bit shorter with blonde hair and an innocent look on his face. Hongjoong was sure he was still dangerous, even if he looked like he couldn’t hurt a fly. Maybe he’d kill a man before he’d kill a fly.

“Channie! What are you doing here?”

“Well, I decided to stop by since we’ll be in town for a bit. Came to see how you were doing. Oh, by the way, this is Felix. Felix, Hongjoong.”

The two shook hands with smiles and Hongjoong showed them to a seat at the bar. He grabbed them something to drink and told the guy working with him to take over. He hopped over the bar to the other side and sat next to Chan.

“How’s it going?”

“Ah, it’s alright. Just came from this small town. They didn’t have much there so we left ‘em alone. Wasn’t worth it.”

“Still out at sea huh? Man, I wish I can live the life you guys are living. Making your own rules, so much freedom. And you’re not that miserable.”

Chan laughed at that. “Well, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows.”

“There are some rainbows though,” Felix hopped in. Chan gave him a look, signaling Felix to hush up.

“I’m sure it’s better than being here,” Hongjoong scoffed. They all looked around to see drunk men fighting and laughing. One tried to come up to Hongjoong but saw the glares on the men’s faces and backed away.

“Is this a regular day for you,” Felix asked.

“Yeah, I guess. Sometimes it’s worse.”

“Well if you want to be a pirate so bad, why not join one? I’m surprised that you’re not,” Felix inputted.

“How do you know I’m not a pirate?”

“Trust me, I can tell.”

Hongjoong laughed at that. “Honestly I would, it’s just that… huh. I don’t know.”

Why is he not a pirate already? Why is he just serving drinks to these… men? He could be living the life he’s dreamed of for years, really ever since he was a toddler.

“Hey, how about you join us,” Felix offered. Chan almost slapped the man but he decided not to. He didn’t know.

“Ah, I don’t know.”

“Come on! It’ll be fun. You’ll love the crew-”

“Felix.”

“And you won’t have to do much. I’m sure everyone will love you-”

“FELIX! Calm down.”

Hongjoong had a look on his face. It’s not that he didn’t want to be a part of Chan’s crew. It’s just that… a certain person was a part of it. Someone he didn’t want to interact with.

“Why what’s wrong?”

“Eh.. maybe it’s not a good idea. Thanks for the offer though.

They sat in silence while Felix was trying to understand what was going on. Why didn’t he want to come with them? Felix was sure that he would be a great addition. Chan didn’t say anything. He knew why Hongjoong didn’t want to join.

“So uh anyway…” Chan tried to move the topic onto something else but nothing came to his head for him to spit out. Because of that, they sat in more silence.

Felix fidgeted in his seat. He wanted to know the reason. What was the reason? He didn’t want to push it though. Maybe it was a good reason. Maybe not. Who knows? Felix doesn’t but he wants to right now. His curiosity was eating him alive. He couldn’t sit still and the guy next to him was on the verge of kicking him out of his seat.

“Ok, I need to know. Why won’t you join?”

“Felix, stop.”

“No, Chan, it's okay. We haven’t been together for a while.” Felix leaned in to get the full story. “It’s just uh... My ex is in your crew.”

“WHAT? Who is it?”

“Don’t answer him,” Chan budged in. “He doesn’t need to know. Just want something to talk about when we get back.”

Felix pouted at that and Hongjoong snickered. He couldn’t believe this man was a pirate. After a bit, Felix let it go. He’ll find out eventually. The guys stayed at the tavern for a few more hours until it was dark out. Chan invited Hongjoong back to their ship but he was iffy on that.

“It’ll be fine. Not everyone will be on board. We don’t leave until the day after tomorrow. I’m sure the guys are either causing trouble or getting drunk.” Hongjoong was still reluctant, but hey, why not. He’ll risk it. And if he does see his ex, he’ll just run. Simple enough.

They traveled to the docks and reached Chan’s ship. He was right, there weren't a lot of men on board. He was able to recognize a few men but there was no sight of the one he dreaded to see. A few of Chan’s men were seated in a dimly lit area on the deck and were telling jokes.

“Hey guys, this is Hongjoong.” The men nodded and allowed the three to join in.

Hongjoong could name a few. Changbin… Jisung… Seungmin…

He relaxed knowing that he was safe here. He joined in on the jokes and was enjoying himself. It’s been a while. All this time he’s been on his toes, watching his back. Turning people away and not bothering to settle in one place. It was nice to chill.

It didn’t last though.

“Joong! Surprised to see you here.”

He turned around to see the one man he didn’t want to see right now. Actually, not ever.

“Long time no see, huh.”

Someone kill him now.

“Ah Yuta, Seungmin just told this funny story about this lady’s house he robbed,” Jisung yelled out and turned to Seungmin. “Go on, you tell it better.”

“Ah, nah. The moment’s passed.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Jisung looked genuinely offended at that.

Hongjoong blanked out on the rest. His focus was on Yuta at the moment. He was trying to make himself smaller but it was too late. Yuta’s eyes burned his skin, his attention was too much. Hongjoong wanted to claw at his burning arm.

He wanted to run away. He couldn’t though.

He was stuck. Frozen.

How the hell will he get out of this situation?

Chan looked over once he noticed Yuta, Hyunjin, and Johnny walking over their way. He didn’t think they’d get back so soon. Fuck! What was he going to do? He felt so bad. Hongjoong will never trust him. He promised him that he would run into his past, but look at them now. How can this get any worse?

“Uhh, Yuta. Hey…” Hongjoong finally snapped out of it. He didn’t know what else to say besides that though.

The others didn’t pick up on the awkward tension between the two. Well… Felix did. Currently, he was in shock. Yuta and Hongjoong? What was going on between them? Was Yuta his ex? Can’t be! There was no way. How did they even cross paths? Felix was so confused but he was all into this plot.

Jisung and Seungmin kept arguing about the story while the others watched, Johnny whispering “fight, fight” right behind them.

Yuta walked closer to Hongjoong’s space while the other man had nowhere to go. He didn’t want to make a scene.

“What’s been going on?”

He didn’t want to answer that. He was silent for a bit and looked at Chan. Chan could see the panic in his eyes. He shrugged and motioned him to talk to the waiting pirate.

“Uh, same old, same old.”

“Hongjoong, how about we take a walk,” Chan jumped in.

“Well actually, I wanted to talk to you quickly,” Yuta pushed Chan back and entered Hongjoong’s space.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Chan, calm down. I won’t hurt him.”

“Anymore,” Hongjoong whispered. Luckily no one caught it.

“I know, it’s just-”

“The past is the past. And I’m sure Joong’s over it. Right,” Yuta turned his attention to the quiet man.

Chan was still iffy on this. He trusted Yuta, but not around Hongjoong. It’s been a year or so since they’ve split. Was it a terrible breakup? Kind of. He did have to make Hongjoong “disappear” but Yuta caught on. Hongjoong had a feeling that Yuta knew where he was the whole time. Was it worth the trouble? Yes. The thing is Yuta was toxic. He wasn’t good for Hongjoong. All of the fighting, flirting with others to make each other jealous, all of the trouble they would get into. Yuta was a pirate, so of course, he was a bad person. They all were. But the things that happened between the two men… Chan would never do that.

If Yuta wasn’t such a good gunman, he’d be out of here. Honestly, Chan feared for his life. Yuta can be scary when he wants to be.

Chan looked over to Hongjoong to see his expression. He hid his emotions well in this silent moment. He couldn’t figure out what the man was thinking.

“Yeah sure,” Hongjoong mumbled. Chan couldn’t believe him.

The two went to find somewhere private, which was not easy since Chan was following them. He wasn’t about to let them out of his sight. He lost them though when they went into the town.

“Well shit,” Chan huffed.

The two found themselves in a tavern that was surprisingly not crowded.

“So… what did you want to talk about?” Hongjoong wanted this over and done.

“I see you’re in a rush. Why can’t we just think about the good days for a sec-”

“Yeah no. I’m not doing this, so if you have nothing important to say then I’m leaving. You’re wasting my time.” Hongjoong went to leave when Yuta grabbed his bicep, bringing him back.

“Wait wait wait. Stay. I just want to say sorry.. for everything.”

Hongjoong was listening, kind of. This was rare but he didn’t know if it was genuine. And also… it took him this long to say sorry? Sure Hongjoong was in hiding, but Yuta knew where he was. So why now?

“I’ll need a drink… or 4.”

The alcohol helped a bit… maybe too well. Hongjoong doesn’t remember a thing. The drinks kept coming and his feelings for Yuta were coming back. At least, he thinks so.

Hongjoong woke up the next morning with a major headache and no clothes. He rubbed his eyes and looked to see Yuta next to him. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know how he got here. What the hell happened?

He didn’t have time for all of these questions though. He got up and searched for his clothes immediately, even if his body was telling him to stop. He had to get out of here though. It took him a minute but he eventually put his clothes on without waking up the demon he laid by last night and left out the bedroom door. He found himself in a hall. Is this a random person’s house?

No! No time for questions.

As Hongjoong walked closer to where he thought was the front door, something wretched reached his nose causing him to back up a bit and cover it. He couldn’t describe the smell. He does know that he wants to get away from it… but he has to get to the door.

“Let’s see how long I can hold my breath.”

He jogged but came to a stop at what was in the living room.

Blood.

Bodies.

Three unrecognizable bodies lay on the floor. Blood covered the floor and splattered on the walls. A knife was still lodged in one of the person’s chests.

If Hongjoong had to guess, it was the family that lived here.

Did… did they do that to them?

He teared up at the thought.

How did this happen?

How could he let this happen? It was supposed to be only one drink. How did a bit of alcohol lead to murder? But this is normal right? This is normal pirate shenanigans. This is what it means to be a pirate: steal, kill, ask no questions.

But this isn’t him.

He’s not a pirate.

He didn’t do this.

Yuta did it. Yeah, this isn’t his fault. It was all Yuta’s doing. And Hongjoong wasn’t even sober enough to remember. Maybe this happened before he came. Yeah, that’s what happened.

And it’s not like Hongjoong hasn’t seen a dead body before.

This is normal.

“Mary, I- what? What the..''

The door opening caught Hongjoong’s attention.

Oh shit.

The man who came in looked from the crime scene to the suspect.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FAMILY?”

Hongjoong couldn’t answer the man. He was asking the same questions. All he could do was shake his head and try to get the man to calm down.

The man stomped towards Hongjoong who started to back up. He started yelling but it was going in one ear and out the other. Hongjoong was just trying to figure out how to get out. Everything was happening so fast. He was getting chased around the house. Hongjoong tried to speak up but the words didn’t come out.

“COME HERE!”

He had to get out quickly. The man had murder in his eyes. Hongjoong tried to avoid him but the man was gaining on him. He looked back to see him pull out something from his side. Was that a knife?

“Shit.” That was the only word that could come from his mouth.

And the last thing he said before he was tackled to the ground. His head hit the ground hard, which only made his headache worse. The man jumped on Hongjoong and went to stab him. Hongjoong grabbed his arm and tried to wrestle his way out of this. All of this fast movement tired him out. His arms were starting to give out. Where the fuck was Yuta?

Speaking of the devil, the man came in clothed and wide-eyed. This caught Hongjoong’s attention, but that one second of distraction cost him his eye. The man forced his knife into Hongjoong’s face and got him right dead in the eye.

~~~~~~~~

“What happened to you?”

Hongjoong glared at the worker who questioned him. He doesn’t remember how long it’s been since the incident. Hongjoong ran away to hide from Yuta. He doesn’t even know what happened to him. Chan told him that he got rid of him but that was all he told him. Chan apologized a lot to Hongjoong but it wasn’t on him. Hongjoong could only blame himself for what happened. He shouldn’t have drunk so much. He shouldn’t have gone with Yuta. He should have said no.

But he can’t take it back.

He can’t go back in time to fix things.

Or would he be fixing things?

Maybe this was the big man’s master plan. Maybe his life was supposed to go to shit.

He hasn’t been able to forget that time. Staying up because if he slept, he would relive it.

The only thing he could do to forget is what caused this mess in the first place.

He drank… and drank… and drank.

His life was over.

“You look like shit.”

“I feel like shit,” Hongjoong replied to the stranger.

“I hear ya.”

Hongjoong didn’t know what to say after that. It was kind of an awkward silence. The other man turned in his seat to stare at Hongjoong. What did this man want? Why is he being a weirdo? Hongjoong was ready to pull his knife out honestly. He kept looking at the half-empty cup in his hand.

“What happened to ya kid?” Hongjoong was silent.

“What if I told ya I can make your life better?”

“Look, can you shut the fuck up? Also, you look like you’re one step away from death and I’d rather not wake up next to a naked dead body, so if you can just not?” The man laughed at that.

“I like you kid.”

“Mmm please don’t.”

The man only got closer. “Look, I wanna show you something.”

“And I need you to back up.”

“Trust me, kid.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

The man pulled out a dagger and aimed to press it to Hongjoong’s neck. “Look kid, this is the last time I’m gonna say it. Come with me.”

Hongjoong pulled out his knife and pressed it to his neck. “And this is the last I’ll say this. No.”

The two glared at each other without moving. They were waiting for the other’s next move, nerves on high alert. Suddenly, the man laughed. Laughed? Oh, he was more than crazy.

“You’re funny! You’re perfect.”

Hongjoong was so confused. He wasn’t about to let this random drag him to whatever hellhole and take advantage of him. What were his real intentions?

“You wanna be a pirate?”

“And be a part of your crew? I’m not that desperate, you’re a terrible pirate. Exposing yourself to a stranger like that-”

“You don’t look important and you do look desperate. Just…think about it. Me and my crew are on the way to find some real gold. You look like you want to forget something. This journey can help.”

Hongjoong still didn’t trust him. Also, looking for treasure. HA, please. Everyone knows that finding treasure is just a child’s game. It’s a waste of time and will only lead someone to their death. But Hongjoong was a bit curious. Was it worth the risk? If the guy was actually just leading Hongjoong to bed then he could just kill him, right? And if he was telling the truth then Hongjoong can leave his life behind, and forget everything that’s happened.

Eventually, Hongjoong put down the knife and went to follow the old man. He was led to a ship and was slightly amazed at the size. It was bigger than Chan’s ship. It was beautiful and he can only wonder if the man stole it.

More than likely, he did.

The men stepped onto the ship and there were a few crew members still on board. He was a little suspicious of the mood on the ship. Some of the guys looked like they were on their deathbeds. For others, he could tell if they were drunk or not. He set his gaze on the most beautiful man on the ship. Black hair, sharp eyebrows, and features, plump lips. He didn’t belong in this crew. He can’t be a pirate. This was a joke right?

He was snapped out of his head when someone bumped into his shoulder. He turned to see a giant. The man looked back and mouthed something.

“Leave.”

Leave? What was going on? Before he could ask him, the guy already rushed off to where he was going.

What did he get himself into?

Well whatever was going on here, maybe he can die faster. Better than drinking his life away.

“Well kid, welcome to hell. You’re gonna love it.”

Shit.

tag you’re it: @felixtok @sunnytaes @burningupp  @honeyvocalhwang @bunnypig18

#seongjoong #kim hongjoong fic #ateez au #clownracha monthly prompts recs #pirate ateez #pirateez #ateez flashback #flashback #ateez fanfic #chan and felix cameo #Also yuta’s here #I’m sorry #stray kids cameo #Nct cameo #Oh this is terrible… probably

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Love Song of the Sea Monster jeno-centric (jeno/haechan), R, 46401 words. Every member of the crew knew the tales. A captured mermaid would give up the location of treasure troves, sunken or buried, in ransom for its freedom. The trick was to survive the mermaid.

#nct fic rec #behold: a masterpiece #I am actually in love with this #????? #fucking love pirate!AUs #so fucking much #ugh ugh ugh #I need A Rest after finishing this

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Thanks for the recs! Ocean bound is one of my favorite five I’ve read across fandoms. I accidentally came across it when I was looking for Ocean Eyes by baridalive which is an NCT Fic (got the name confused)

Simply stated, I love some pirate au fics and would recommend it. I reread once a year when I want to have a nice cry.

oceanbound by dulcetchan

changlix || 222,858 words and 38 chapters

#ao3 #archive of our own #skz #stray kids #lee know #bang chan #fanfic recommendations #han jisung #lee minho #hyunjin #changbin #seo changbin #skz changbin #stray kids changbin #felix #felix lee #felix skz #lee felix #skz felix #stray kids felix #changlix #jeongin #seungmin #pirates #angst #fanfiction #ao3 quotes #ao3 author #ao3 comments #ao3 fanfic

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🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

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BTS

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BTOB

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EXO

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Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

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What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU) 

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The Boyz

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closure.

↳ lee taeyong x f!reader

right people, right time, wrong place.

length. 2.7k

genre. childhood friends!au, angsty :((

warnings/tags. language, mentions of death and a funeral

networks. @kflixnet

notes. AKJFDKSA so excited to post this for @kflixnet 's exchange event!!! got to write for @lebrookestore !!! we never interacted before and i wanted it to be a surprise but!!! i got a nice look at your profile and 🤚🏼 lemme tell you 🤚🏼 i've been dancing around nct since their debut days and i swear reading random snippets from your masterlist made me want to get serious™ with it.... we'll see how things develop.... ALSO kinda stalked your carrd and how could i not write ANGST ??? for TAEYONG??? i can't say i 100% know him but i really love that man (AND i love angst too so..... masochist besties ig) i had fun writing it and i really hope you like it <3 also was listening to cinnamon girl by lana del rey while writing, idk if that makes sense.

i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!

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hating funerals is completely normal, you think.

it’s normal to hate the thick blanket of sadness that covers the streets of your small countryside town. 

it’s normal to hate the vain small talk with people you don’t particularly know or like that’s requested of those who attend the visitation of the casket. 

it’s normal to hate everyone dressed in black head to toe; the old ladies with those dramatic hats, and the little kids running around giggling in those stuffy elegant dresses their parents forced them to wear. 

and it’s all completely normal how much you hate yourself for not-so-unconsciously hoping that this grievous event could bring him back to you after so long.

when you were younger, around seven, the older kids you played with —with serious expressions and a hint of what could only have been childish jealousy— had branded the two of you as the best friends. Y/N and taeyong. inseparable from dusk till dawn, never bored of each other, and able to communicate through swift looks only. 

back then, you had accepted the title with a certain solemnity, swearing on anything a seven-year-old can hold dear, that neither of you would ever be left playing games alone. 

somehow you still remember the light of a setting summer sun filtering through the nicely draped windows of his grandma’s house, bathing the living room in a soft golden hue. the background noise of a disney movie playing on the old tv while you lay with your stomachs on the thick carpet, coloring outside the lines of a coloring book he got for his birthday.

you remember the fateful question whistling through the gaps the baby teeth currently hiding under his pillow left; an excited glint in his big eyes. 

'best friends forever?'

'forever.'

'pinky swear?’

‘pinky swear.’

left to your own devices by busy parents for the most part of most summers of your childhood, staying true to the sacred pact never came difficult. 

the absence of family didn't seem to matter; as long as you had each other, there was always a make-believe adventure right around the corner. oh, the journeys you went on in those carefree years. you were pirates, witches, and kings, fighting against sea monsters, dragons, and the boredom always looming around the crevices of your hyperactive minds.

when your bond remained unchanged even through the challenging times of middle school and when you still enjoyed each other’s company in the social minefield that was high school, you truly —naively, perhaps— started to believe that the two of you were indeed special. a bond forged in trust and unconditional love that someone from above was protecting from the harsh truths of the real world. truths that would one day bite you in the ass and truths that came to you in the form of an avalanche of bittersweet betrayal.

pinky swearing was a powerful practice, seemingly unbreakable but not strong enough for him to keep his promise once you both graduated.

you had to keep your tears from falling, a strained smile here and a shaky nod there, as you listened to his muffled voice breaking through your despair. 

he was going to study abroad! on a scholarship nonetheless! 

you had really wanted to be happy for him, but the guilt that had tried to hide behind his eyes told you that he’d known he was breaking you along with the old promise. you could not– would not be happy for him the way he wanted you to be. he’d have to leave knowing he'd left you to play alone when he’d promised he’d never do such a cruel thing.

you’d waved him goodbye as his body disappeared behind the automatic doors of the airport. you’d waved him goodbye even after that as you got into your car and drove back home. you’d waved him goodbye as you curled in a ball and cried in your bed that day. you’d waved him goodbye for years after that. 

in retrospect, you don’t really know what you had expected the day he left. for him to abandon his dreams to stay with you and eventually rot in the small limbo of a town that birthed and raised you on the concept of alienation from the outer world? for him to choose you over himself? maybe for him to realize he loved you just as you not-so-discreetly did him; in glances too slow to be stolen and in smiles too fond to belong to friendship, even a ‘forever’ one. 

hating this particular funeral is normal, not only because it’s your lovely elementary school teacher and neighbor who's lying in the casket, but also because it’s making sad, and arguably mortifying memories resurface from under the personal growth you’ve spent years working on.

you’re not that sad and wallowing in self-pity anymore, though. you’re an accomplished person. maybe not as much as him, but that’s relative. your job in the only bookstore in town makes you happy, you’ve traveled a bit, you’ve seen things, met people, lived a life. 

and still, you wonder how many what-ifs would have made you happier, made you live more. if he'd stayed, would you still be together? or would you just be strangers with a shared childhood? blurry and long gone.

the small crowd of old ladies animatedly chatting while their husbands trail behind like bored shadows, settles on the audience of white plastic chairs in front of you, and the solemn silence that engulfs the living room makes you come back from the trip down memory lane that had you staring into the void for a good twenty minutes. the cinnamon tea your teacher’s daughter offered you stopped being hot and drinkable a while ago, and you resignedly sigh, excusing yourself from someone’s grandma trying to play matchmaker for her nephew —who without a doubt is one of your old classmates— and walking to the small kitchen, away from the sadness and the memories.

dirty plates and empty cups sit in the sink staring at you, and you can’t help the urge to start cleaning them as if the help could alleviate at least a fraction of the pain the family is going through. as if it could take your mind off things.

“they told me i could find something to drink here.” a voice that you’re sure doesn’t belong to any old lady, speaks from the door of the cramped kitchen. 

hands in the soapy water, you don’t turn around, limiting yourself to adopt your practiced customer service pitch and answer over your shoulder. “yeah, help yourself. the tea bags are in the jar near the boiler.”

you hear some shuffling behind you as the voice speaks again. “are you a relative?” 

a short chuckle escapes your lips. you might as well be one. mrs. kim not only saw you grow up into the person you are now, but she also acted as your stone, the ear listening to your worries and doubts, your voice of reason in the world of adulthood. she was there for you when he left and you were a total mess, too. so yes, maybe she considered you one, but it doesn’t feel fair to her real daughter to go around telling people you shared blood.

“nope. just a… friend…?  more or less…”

“then why are you doing the dishes?”

you’re grateful you’re turned away from the voice because the blush of embarrassment that creeps over your cheeks is definitely not a sight to behold. you shrug hoping it doesn’t look as awkward as it feels. “i- i don’t know… i guess helping makes me feel less… powerless in these situations. i know it sounds weird but i swear i’m not some creep who likes to pop up at funerals to do the dead’s dishes.”

“pinky promise?”

it’s not that you don’t remember what his voice sounds like. you could never forget him that much. but as daily calls started to turn into weekly calls and then monthly and then every major festivity calls, his voice had started to dance around in your memories, perpetually morphing, presenting a different him every time he came up in your mind. a seven years old child making a promise; a twelve years old boy ordering fried chicken on the phone; a seventeen years old wannabe-man screeching into a karaoke microphone.   

the deep voice that asks you the weird question is one you’ve never really heard clearly or in person, only imagined in moments of weakness and dreams.

as you whirl around with wide eyes and mouth agape, water and soap splash everywhere.

“you?”

the boy —the man, you correct yourself bitterly— smiles at you so brightly you might cry. “me.” 

“how– when–?”

“i landed this morning in the city… jumped on a plane as soon as mom told me.” he scratches his neck, his head tilted slightly downward. “i’m sorry for your loss.”

your shock turns into confusion as you frown slightly at him. “it’s your loss too.”

“yeah, yeah i guess it is. i just- i mean you’ve always loved her so much and you’ve been around her for all these years…”

you know he doesn’t mean it as an attack on your personal choices, on your life, but the arrow inadvertently aimed at your heart strikes anyway. 

you’ll be grieving for longer than me. because you’ve barely left this town, because you still live two houses down from your elementary school teacher, and i’ve moved on from this place.

he clears his throat in a way that tells you he knows what you’re thinking. he’s always had that special power to read your mind like it’s his own. “how have you been?”

it’s been five years and this is the first time i see the man you’ve become. if you ask, the right word is miserable. that’s how i’ve been. 

you chuckle somberly. “shouldn’t i be the one to ask you this? mr. big shot? your mother was this close,” you pinch the air, your thumb and pointer finger basically touching, “from hanging flyers with your face on it around town!”

he laughs and you almost close your eyes to bask in the sound that you missed oh so much. the itch under your skin you felt when he first left —one that you were sure you had long gotten over of, one you did your best to forget and to bury deep down your mind— comes back hitting you full force. the itch wants you to forget the hurt and hug him close for he is the only one in the whole universe who’s able to do something about it. to scratch it and make it go away. forever. 

you hope he doesn’t remember what pain looks like on your face because you’re not sure you have full control over your expressions when it comes to him. when it comes to the infinite distance that separates you even now when you’re standing in the same room.

“no, but really. i heard you got an important job. as soon as you graduated, too.”

he nods bashfully. hands buried inside the long coat he wears. he truly looks like a man of the city; a male lead in a romantic drama you’re just a background character of. 

“i have yeah. they- i guess they liked my work ethic in college and decided to give me a chance to prove myself.”

you speak before you can think of the consequences. “you didn’t tell me though.”

silence falls over the kitchen and you swear you can hear the droplets of water falling from the dishes drying on the plate rack.

his smile is gone, replaced by a grave frown. one that looks practiced for this exact situation. one that, if you have to be honest, you didn’t want to know existed.

“i don’t regret leaving this place, Y/N.” 

you flinch at the inevitable turn the conversation takes. again, he always knows what you want to say even if you try to hide it behind ambiguous questions.

you turn back to your dishes with a harsh turn. would you be able to escape the kitchen from the small window over the sink if you tried? 

“save it. i don’t want to hear how easy it was for you to leave everything behind.”

you hear him sigh from behind you. “i didn’t say that. stop putting words in my mouth because you’re angry.”

your head snaps in his direction and the grip you have on the counter is so strong your knuckles turn white. “i’m not angry and you stop telling me how to feel and stop treating me like a child and–”

“will you please listen to me?” he shakes his head and steps closer to you, eyes looking back to the living room once to check that your altercation is not disturbing the mourning. 

you huff through your nose in frustration before throwing a small wave and a strained smile at the old lady that pops her head in the kitchen looking for the bathroom. “you’re doing it again! stop being so condescending!” you hiss through your teeth.

“if only you’d let me speak!” he whispers-shout back even if the woman is gone.

“what!?” you feel your eyes starting to dampen. the fear of what’s coming next is too strong to ignore.

“i don’t regret leaving this place–

you close your eyes to try to keep the tears from falling. everything you thought you left in the past is coming back to you in waves: the helplessness you felt looking into his excited eyes that told you the news of his bright future, the anger directed at yourself for being so dumb and naive to think you’d always be together, the fear of being left alone clutching at your heart and making bile rise in your throat. it’s that day all over again. a personal inferno.

“please,” your voice breaks in a pitiful sob, “please, stop saying that.”

he ignores you, focused on choosing the right words. “i was so happy when i got the scholarship, and god, i was so excited that i’d already packed my things a week before my flight…”

you turn to the sink again, an arm hugging your body and a hand pressed firmly over your mouth to prevent the whimpers from coming out.

you hear him taking another step closer to you. you feel the heat of his body reaching for your shivering heart; the hem of his coat brushes against your tights-clad calves. 

“receiving that opportunity was my dream. it always has been.” his arms come latching around you, effectively gluing your back to his front and you can’t find it within yourself to move him away. “and yet… Y/N, i hesitated. i stalled so much that the university almost withdrew the offer and i had to call them in the middle of the night to assure them that i hadn't changed my mind.” he feels you freeze against him and he knows you understand what he’s trying to say.

“for months i dreamed about you, Y/N. i spoke, acted as if you were still with me. as if i was still here…”

you feel him tremble slightly and his next words are hushed into your hair. a secret between you and him.

“you are my biggest regret and you always will be.”

you thought you had forgiven him a long time ago. you thought your pain was one of a child that didn’t understand, that still thought pinky promises were binding and unbreakable. 

“please understand that i needed to leave with or without you.”

he holds you impossibly close and you bury your face into the sleeve of his coat. in his smell, in his heat.

“please know that i never meant to ruin things.”

turns out even children need explanations when things are ripped away from them.

“to ruin us.”

turns out even you need closure.

you cry together in your dead teacher’s kitchen and you take him to the airport two days later. he hugs you tight and promises to call you more often. you don’t know if he will but now it feels different. it is different.

#taeyong x reader #lee taeyong x reader #nct x reader #lee taeyong #kflixnet #kfn: the exchange event #nct x you #nct angst #taeyong angst #nct fic #nct 127

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Smut Event!! [March & April ]

I just reached 500+ followers!! And I would like to write a smut Event to celebrate it (which I've been wanting to write for a long time for sure).

The Details about the event :

The smut Event will start from March and end in April!!

I will be taking 25 requests for the smut Event. So that being said, there will be 25 days of smuts which I will be releasing gradually.

I will be taking requests for any member of ATEEZ Or STRAYKIDS Or NCT

How to request :

Send in a request with a member of either mentioned groups with a kink or a theme you would like to add. [ Ex. Choking kink or Soft Dom themes ]

You guys can also add in an AU you would want for the smut.

That being said : I will be taking requests for, Yandere AU or Mafia AU or Supernatural/Werewolf AU.

There will be a special day kept for my ults of the groups, [ Wooyoung, Jaemin, Haechan & Jeongin ] for which you guys can request the kink for!!

I will not be accepting requests for Gangbang Or Piss kink, for I do not write it. And for this event, I am taking threesome requests but no member x member request.

Current Taglist : @azriel-owns-my-heart @spoorti09 @toxicccred @cherryxsang @k-drizzle @kodzukein @namchan9794 @astrid-peach @exololyunho [ Join the Taglist here ]

The Smuts which have been requested :

1. Jung Wooyoung & Lipstick/Marking kink, { requested by anon }

2. Lee Haechan & Spanking + Overstimulation + public teasing + Angry Sex + Daddy kink { requested by anon }

3. Na Jaemin & [ Vampire AU ] { requested by @exololyunho }

4. Yang Jeongin & Daddy kink + Size training { requested by anon }

5. Song Mingi & Breeding Kink [ Werewolf AU ] { requested by anon }

6. Kim Hongjoong & Softdom! Themes [ Mafia AU ] { requested by anon!! }

7. Choi San & Softdom! Themes + Spit kink

8. Woosan & threesome { requested by 🐻 anon }

9. Woosan & Overstimulation + Creampie { requested by @woosanbby }

10. Choi San & Harddom! Themes + Choking + Overstimulation + Degradation + spit kink { requested by @toxicccred }

11. Kang Yeosang & Spanking [ Mafia AU ] { requested by anon }

12. Jeong Yunho & Softdom! Themes { requested by anon }

13. Jeong Jaehyun & Praising { requested by @kimdoyoungenthusiast }

14. Seo Changbin & Strength kink { requested by anon }

15. Kim Hongjoong & Yandere/pirate themes { requested by anon }

16. Lee Minho + Hwang Hyunjin & spanking + orgasm denial { requested by anon }

17. Kim Hongjoong & safewording [ Mafia AU ] { requested by anon }

18. Park Seonghwa & Harddom! Themes + Face slapping { requested by anon }

19. Park Seonghwa & Mommy kink + Possessiveness { requested by @whatudowhennooneseesyou }

20. Kim Hongjoong & Angry Sex [ Pirate AU + Stowaway! Reader ] { requested by anon }

21. Kim Hongjoong & Humiliation kink [ Mafia/Yandere AU ] { requested by @azriel-owns-my-heart }

22. Choi San + Park Seonghwa & Spit Play + Cum play + Harddom! Themes + Possessiveness { requested by anon }

23. Qian Kun & Choking + Fingering + Overstimulation + Shower Sex + Praising { requested by @namchan9794 }

24. Johnny Suh + Jeong Jaehyun & Fingering + Double penetration + Oral + Choking + Marking + Handcuffing + Spanking { requested by anon }

25. Bangchan + Changbin & Fingering + Size kink + Overstimulation + Praising + Bondage { requested by anon }

#ateez #ateez smut #nct #nct smut #nct u #nct u smut #skz #skz smut #smut event #kpop smut event #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct 127 #nct 127 smut

[tiredatiny]

-Masterlist

NCT

Taeyong

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

Taeyong has been trying to get help to defeat the newly formed gang but no one seems to be willing to help him.. except Chinatown’s most powerful gang’s leader | angst, enemies to lovers, gang au, slowburnish

Yuta

The Devil Himself

Yuta is found sneaking in your territory and when he's brought to you, you decide to punish him in a cruel but thrilling way | smut, gang au

Mark

Beautiful Flower

Mark has been avoiding falling in love because of the Hanahaki disease. Little does he know that the fear of his will be the reason for someone’s death | angst, hanahaki au, college au, friends to crushes(?)

ATEEZ

San

Don't Worry

San surprises his idol boyfriend aka you on your last comeback stage. When seeing the accident happen, he only hopes you're fine | angst, fluff if you squint

Stray Kids

Felix

Deep Sea one two three

When you end up getting captured by pirates, the last thing you expect to happen is having to safe one of them from drowning. The pirate, Felix falls in love with you, but he's a human and you're a merman | pirate au, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers

#masterlist #tiredatiny #male reader #kpop x male reader #nct x male reader #ateez x male reader #stray kids x male reader

[kokobopam]

I love making lists and I love reccing fics so I combined my two passions and made this list with all my favorite fics that I read during 2022! First part is tvxq, super junior, shinee and nct; and the seconds part is exclusively exo because they’re my main group. 

I hope you can find something here that you like. And if you do, make sure you let the author know with some kudos and comments <3

(And come talk to me about it! I love talking about fics!)

PART 2

PART 1:

TVXQ

It’s Alright (Even if You Hate me Again) by zimriya (homin, E, Inception AU)

The inception fic!! If you follow me on twt you know I haven’t shut up about this story since I read it in june. It’s my favorite tvxq fic and top 3 favorite fic ever. 

As usual, zimriya’s world building is on another level; this fic combines the best of the inception universe with tvxq’s own history in a way that’s absolutely brilliant and it’ll have you guessing what’s going on with yunho and changmin for most part of the story. 

Also, Yunho and Changmin… 10/10 characterization (as well as all the other characters!) Seriously, so good

and in the name of love. by peachxi (marsxholic) (homin, M, angels and demons)

So much blood and violence and angst, and the question “what if love made you worse”? I love an au where the characters are willing to bring the world apart for each other.

memento mori by troubled (homin, M)

A dark tvxq fic. I love the hazy, nightmarish feel of it and that you can really tell what’s actually real and what isn’t. Also, religious imagery!!

so tear me open, but beware by jumpstarts (homin, M)

This is basically a drabble collection and it’s what introduced me to the tvxq ficdom (and inspired me to give it a try). Many excellent stories to fall in love (and even get your heart broken) with homin.

Super Junior

lucky draw by backwardsghost (eunhae, E, Gloomy VCR inspired)

I love this fic because it’s so fucked up and dark and you don’t see that a lot in the eunhae tag. Really the best interpretation of the gloomy vcr you could ever find

be my only one by smth_or_another (kyuhyuk, E, canon compliant, roomates)

One thing I discovered this year is that I love canon compliant fics and there’s so much that can be said about two +30 y/o men living in a dorm together through a pandemic. I love kyuhyuck and this fic made me love them even more.

Break my heart and start again by rmbringsoo (eunhae, E, sports AU)

A hockey player/figure skater eunhae fic. It does such a great job at characterization and at portraying the difficulties of navigating a relationship amidst a successful career. A really beautiful story.

Shinee

Let's crack the code for nights by spacewitchbot  (minkey, M, idolverse)

What would happen if you could install Minho’s personality on your phone? Wonderful fic, it made me laugh so much and minkey were super cute in it.

Apsis by Tempcard (minkey, T, sci-fi, space religion)

I’m seriously in love with the worldbuilding in this fic. It’s very different to what I’m used to reading in a sci-fi story and the approach to the characters, their drive and devotion was really heart-warming 

something i can't forget by makeawish (misconceptionsof) (minkey, E, pwp)

I don’t read a lot of smut but this fic was so HOT and so on point. It sent my into a minkey spiral and I still haven't recovered from it.

NCT

The Girasol by MailOrderBride (hyuckle, E, pirates, horror)

“You see, bard… the sea has a starving belly. It's never sated, and it rumbles down below. Deep.” Such a well written and chilling fic. I hope I never find myself on a ship in the open sea, thank you. 

Softer Than Shadow, Quicker Than Flies by FascinationStreet (Taeyong, E, dreams and nightmares)

A Taeyong-centric fic inspired by his song ghost. It’s dark and creepy and sexy…just everything I love. Lot’s of spider imagery, how nice!

Ophiuchus by boulevarddouble (yuwoo, E, bartenders and criminals)

Yuta is a grifter. He's also a regular at the bar where Jungwoo works. Sexy fic about sexy criminals, that's all you should know.

#thank you for reading! #sorry if this is long but I read around 200 fics this year #so picking up 13 was an exercise in restraint lol #tvxq #super junior #suju #shinee #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #minkey #eunhae #homin #kyuhyuk #hyuckle #yuwoo #fics #fanfics #fic rec #kokobopam 2022 fic recs

[softsan]

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭・✦ ˙🍓 ̟ !! 

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@traint0tokyo

┈   ⟡ nct taglist

@advent-entertainment 

┈   ⟡ nct mafia au taglist

@tyongluvs

┈   ⟡ taeyong mafia au taglist

@uuzhanggggggg

@amalialoved

@blackswann-53098 

@straykidsftnct

@justineasian

┈   ⟡ nct werewolf au taglist

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@cheraverse

┈   ⟡ nct inhuman taglist

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@h3arteyes4mingi

┈   ⟡ ateez mafia au taglist

┈   ⟡ ateez pirate king au taglist

┈   ⟡ ateez werewolf au taglist

┈   ⟡ ateez hogwarts au taglist

┈   ⟡ stray kids taglist

@h3arteyes4mingi

┈   ⟡ stray kids comic book au taglist

┈   ⟡ stray kids mutant au taglist

┈   ⟡ enhypen taglist

@cheraverse

┈   ⟡ enhypen hybrid au taglist

┈   ⟡ enhypen vampire au taglist

┈   ⟡ txt taglist

┈   ⟡ txt hybrid au taglist

┈   ⟡ bts taglist

┈   ⟡ bts dark wizard au taglist

If you'd like to be added my my taglist please send me an ASK stating which list you'd like to be added on. If you'd like to be tagged in all of my fics, you'll be added to the 'general taglist'.

#ateez taglist #nct taglist #stray kids taglist #txt taglist #bts taglist #enhypen taglist #enhypen #mine

[kpopao3recs]

NCT Fic Recs #3

Ocean Eyes

by baridalive

Warnings: Violence, Injury, Character Death

Relationships: Mark/Haechan, Renjun/Jeno/Jaemin, Hendery/Xiaojun, Jungwoo/Lucas

Description on AO3:

Donghyuck, or Captain Haechan as most refer to him, is the most feared pirate in the Caribbean Sea. His sworn enemy, Admiral Mark Lee of the King's Navy, has made it his life goal to take him down. In an unexpected and unfortunate series of coincidences, their paths converge once more, chaos ensues, and everything is just a little more complicated than it appears.

Alternatively:

Donghyuck is a pirate, Mark hates him, and nothing can go right from them being stuck together to deal with a common enemy.

My rating:

10/10! Every time I read this fic, it manages to make me laugh, genuinely moves me, and makes me cry. The world building and character writing is beyond words, I highly recommend this fic if you like fantasy AUs or enemies to lovers!

#markhyuck #nct #ao3 #fanfiction #kpop #haechan #mark lee #enemies to lovers #fantasy #pirates #mahae #nct fanfic #fic rec

[sunnyhyu]

Baekhyun Masterlist

[touch it for real] series, rommates au, virgin!baekhyun, (optional) smut, fluff, extreme slowburn, reader teaches baekhyun how to date, friends to lovers (go into the author’s recent works to find all 10.5 parts of the fic) X🧸

[tokyo 2112] oneshot, (non-explicit) smut, enemies to lovers, based loosely off cyberpunk 2077, angst, violence, a little blood, rich!baekhyun, criminal(?) reader

[finding atlantis] series, smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, minor character deaths, heavy angst, pirate!au, violence, drowning, gay and bisexual themes, i cried so bad, ft. members from exo, red velvet, nct, and shinee  X🧸

[untitled] drabble, fluff, established relationship, soft, gentle touches 

#exo #exo fics #exo x reader #byun baekhyun #baekhyun x reader #fic recs