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Day 2: We Would Be Savage series, by 0KKULTiK

"Kim Hongjoong has held onto one dream for all of his life: find the fabled Treasure. He'd resigned himself to a life as a common junker, flying across the galaxy and scavenging just to survive. When he finds a mysterious device he thinks to be the Compass - the map left by the old adventurer - he's eager to start his new journey. It feels like destiny to find something that he'd dreamed of for so long.

However, destiny's got a savage sense of humor."

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Day 1: Oceanbound, by dulcetchan

"Blue, all around him. Boundless amounts of blue, all the way to the horizon, where the cloudless sky met the sea. Little islands dotted the view, Felix could see the outline of another ship far away from them. The wind swept his orange locks away from his face, made his eyes water. Sunshine sparkled against the sea, nearly blinding Felix. Laughter bubbled up from the depths of his chest. Felix wanted to let go of the mast, spread his arms and shout from the top of his lungs."

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The Costa on the Corner of Royal Parade

Woosan drabble (600 words)

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Wooyoung's watch told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture. Wooyoung's brain told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture. Wooyoung's friends told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture (via an instagram groupchat). Wooyoung's heart told him he had forever.

The line for the Costa on the corner of Royal Parade street was always pretty lengthy whenever he walked past it. Now he was actually here, it seemed even longer. He just wanted his damn mocha, wanted it ever since his best friend Yeosang had informed him that caffienated hot chocolate did in fact exist. Honestly, whoever had invented it needed a big kiss right on the lips.

Wooyoung was at the end of a very long, very arduous and very grueling project that he had been procrastinating for months. Now the end of it was only a couple of days away, he had been cramming and drawing non-stop for it, pushing through about seven different levels of exhaustion and burn out and triggering at least fifteen separate breakdowns. It had been a stressful couple of weeks.

But now it was nearly over, and he was taking a very, very well deserved, not at all problem-avoiding break to go and try a mocha and sit up on the grassy hill of Plymouth Hoe while staring out at the sea and hopefully attracting someone with his mysterious good looks and his mysterious aura and his mysterious coffee alone. It had also been a lonely few weeks (months).

"Hey, how can I help you?" the tired but chirpy lady behind the till asked. Wooyoung woke up from his drifting thoughts and looked at the menu, as if he hadn't been rehearsing what he was going to say for the past twenty minutes.

"Hi, can I have a regular mocha please?" he prayed he was pronouncing it right.

The lady smiled. "And is that to drink in or take away?"

"Uhhh, take away, please."

"Alright, that'll be three pound eighty, please."

Wooyoung's hands shook as he searched his wallet for the coins. He was taking too long, this was so awkward, why didn't he just have the money in his hands ready-

A coin slipped from his sweaty palm and clattered to the floor, skittering a little way away. Immediately flushing bright red and stuttering an apology, Wooyoung bent swiftly, trying to locate the errant pound. Of course the worst had had to happen, he might as well just crawl into a hole and die now.

"Here you go."

Someone else had picked up Wooyoung's money, and was now offering it to him from their palm. He shot up quickly, face burning as his voice shook slightly over the multitude of apologies tumbling from his lips. He grabbed the pound and stared resolutely at the floor, bobbing his head in thanks. The stranger laughed lightly.

"Why are you apologising?" his voice was soft and quiet, with a teasing lilt of laughter to it. Wooyoung glanced up in a brief show of courage. The stranger just had to be pretty too, huh? Cute dimples, soft brown hair carefully styled with a bleached lock curving into his eyes, glasses perched on his nose. Smiling eyes. Fuck.

Wooyoung blinked and turned away quickly, back to the cashier lady who was looking at them with a strange cross of boredom and entertainment on her face. He handed over the money quickly and took his receipt, stepping to the side slightly to wait for his coffee. This only brought him closer to the pretty stranger, who was still looking at him with a smile dancing on his lips. Wooyoung studied the floor.

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kind of doxxing myself w/ this one??? anyways, i keep forgetting abt this account then coming back to it, its giving me whiplash. hi. im back. hello (´▽｀���)ゞ

this one is based on a true story, actually. im an exhausted art student, who was running horrifically late on a project, and i was out of my mind w/ stress. i did, in fact, try a mocha for the first time (it was gross and nothing like caffienated hot chocolate), and the whole interaction between woo and san actually happened between me and a maccies employee (he was cute but i never saw him again, unlike wooyoung who went and sat on the Hoe (which is a big area of tarmac, grass, and an old war memorial, all overlooking the sea), he drank his mocha and hated it, then San ran into him again and they started talking and Woo got his number and they went on some dates then became boyfriends and lived happily ever after the end).

im also gonna be crossposting my inktober art from my insta and twt over to here too, so look forward to that ig?? lots more of woosan, and seongjoong and yoonmin and changlix and more. thats all for now ig?? see u soon :>

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Into the Twilight

Ateez fic (Part.2)

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“Yunho! Bring that food barrel over here, Head said they needed it!”

Yunho’s back was breaking under the hot sun, barely enough cloud cover to keep it at a reasonable temperature. His hair was permanently bleached blond because of it. Working for the Merchant Alliance hauling barrels and crates of cargo sometimes had its perks, such as hearing tales of adventure and danger from pirates who had sailed all over the seas delivering things, however more often than not it was difficult work, especially in the perpetually shining sun.

Yunho grumbled and stalked over to the pile of food barrels that the Senior Merchant had ordered, and grabbed one to lift above his head. However he lifted too vigorously and the barrel gained momentum swinging over his head, threatening to bring both itself and Yunho crashing down onto the wooden walkway. He teetered and tried to regain his balance, but his height was against him and he toppled down hitting the planks hard. The food barrel split open on contact, sending its contents spinning away across the walkway and over into the sea.

Pealing bells of laughter echoed over the piles of supplies. A large hand was offered to Yunho and he took it embarrassedly, glaring up at the dark haired boy laughing at him.

“Shut up Jongho, it’s not that funny,” he grumbled. Jongho just laughed harder in response.

“What’s taking you punks so long? Head’s going to get- Yunho!” A tall man appeared from behind the pile of food barrels, scarlet dyed hair shining brightly in the unforgiving sun. He stared in shock at the scattered fruits, meat and bits of broken barrel before rounding on Yunho.

“I can’t believe it, you just think food magically appears out of the air? You’ve wasted a whole barrel! Jongho will clean this up while you move on to the explosives store,” Jongho started to protest until the redhead silenced him with a deathly glare, “maybe handling more dangerous things will teach you to be careful.”

“Mingi, please, you know it was an accident-” Yunho tried to reason with him before being cut off.

“I know it was, but do you think we’ll be getting off this damn Outpost by smashing crates?” Mingi’s expression softened “We do it by earning money, and the best way to do that without sailing is crate hauling for the Merchants. We’ll get away from here one day, you, Jongho and I with our own ship, ok? Just hold out a little longer.”

“It’s killing me, Mingi! Nothing but work all day, for years! It’s starting to look like we’ll never get away, how can you say that so surely?” Yunho’s eyes started welling up, his emotions spilling over until tears leaked down his cheeks.

Mingi looked at him with sorrow written across his face, and watched as Jongho swept him up in a comforting hug.

“We will leave one day, Yunnie. You’ll be able to look back and smile at how hard we worked,” Jongho’s gentle voice helped calm the stricken man, “Just a little longer, we’re only around ten thousand gold pieces away from affording a brigantine. You can manage that, right Yunnie?”

Yunho silently and shakily nodded. By this point Mingi had made his way over to them and clutched Yunho’s shaking hand, rubbing it comfortingly. They stood there for a few minutes as Yunho calmed his breathing, listening to the ocean slap gently against the poles supporting the walkway.

It was a while before any of them spoke again, but eventually Mingi broke the silence, “Are you feeling better now?”

Yunho slowly lifted his head, eyes still puffy and red with stray tears decorating his face, and he nodded. Smiling gently, Mingi cupped the side of his face and rubbed the leftover tears away with his thumb, and Jongho stepped back.

The atmosphere was split with a yell, and all three of them jumped, turning to try and find the reason for the interruption.

“Ship! Incoming ship, get the supplies ready!”

The three friends looked at each other then took off, scrambling up the wooden walkway and onto the white sand where they raced along the tideline to the other side of the small island. They always did this whenever a new ship came in to dock, either to catch a glimpse of a rich and skilled pirates whose tales were on the tips of their tongues, or to laugh at the newer pirates who had yet to learn the fine art of anchoring down correctly. Their feet barely touched the hot sand as they sprinted down the beach, eager to spot the new arrivals. Rounding the corner, all three of them came to a sudden stop, spraying sand everywhere as they took in the sight before them.

Smouldering holes peppered the sides of the brigantine, smoke curling high into the air. The mast was held up by wooden planks patchily nailed on it, and the one of the sails had a huge gash through it, the others charred and lightly burned. Thick splinters of wood were fracturing off, and the fine paint that once decorated it was now smoke-stained and peeling. It had obviously once been a grand and expensive ship, however now it would be reduced to scrap wood and old stories.

“There’s something moving in there!”

Mingi, Jongho and Yunho exchanged a quick glance before starting forward again to reach the port with renewed adrenaline. As they got closer, they could just make out the faded Gold Hoarders symbol on the sails, indicating that whoever captained the ship was an emissary of the company, and a pretty important one at that. Not many people would try to take on someone of this status, so whoever it was must’ve been powerful.

The smoke was thick as the trio reached the port, the scent of gunpowder and burned food lacing the air in a toxic mix. A gangplank was thrown up against the side of the ship, and Merchant crate haulers gathered buckets of water in a last ditch attempt to subdue the flames. The smoke clouded the air and made sight a near impossibility, so when Yunho spotted the figure, he almost couldn’t believe his eyes.

“There! There’s someone coming out!” he yelled, elbowing Mingi and Jongho. Sure enough, the figure became clearer and clearer, red and gold coat shining in the blazed, scorch marks eating away at the expensive leather boots. The pirate’s dark hair was fluttering in the heat, revealing a smoke stained face and fierce dark eyes. He looked otherworldly, striding out of the smoke, flames surrounding him.

In his arms was another shape, an unconscious figure curled against his chest. His blue hair was turning grey from ash, and he looked a sickly pale colour, like his life force was slowly draining from him. Beads that hung from his hair swung with every step, and his plain shirt and baggy trousers were darkened with singes and blood, the wide sash around his waist nearly burned off.

The Merchants and haulers all stared in shock as the red stranger stepped off the gangplank.

“Where is your Outpost’s Madame?” His voice was hoarse with smoke inhalation, but the urgency and desperation could still be heard. When no one answered, he raised his voice to a shout, “I asked where your Outpost’s Madame is! Can you not see that he needs urgent help?” He slightly lifted up the unconscious pirate for emphasis, his voice quivering with exhaustion.

“She is my mentor; I will take you to her,” a voice from the crowd spoke out, and a young man stepped forward. Yunho recognised him as San, the mysterious apprentice of the Order of Souls. He rarely spoke or interfered with Outpost life, and so it shocked Yunho to see him offer his help to a stranger.

“Thank you,” the red stranger stepped forwards with relief painted on his face, and San turned on his heel, leading them into the island.

As they left, the Senior Merchant started to organise the crowd, sending them back to work or to put out the ship. Whispers bounced around, and everyone was talking about the events that had just gone down.

“Yunho,” The Senior Merchant beckoned him over and started speaking lowly to him, “I want you to take your friends and go with San, we don’t know whether these people are friend or foe.”

Yunho looked at her for a second before nodding quickly. She smiled tightly at him them turned back to the other crate haulers. Yunho looked around for Mingi and Jongho, who were standing a little ways off, and ran over to them.

“Head wants us to follow San,” he explained. Both Mingi and Jongho looked incredulously at each other.

“San? He’s the weirdest person on the island, I don’t want to follow him,” Jongho protested. Yunho rolled his eyes and grabbed their wrists, pulling them along and up to the island’s centre.

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hellooooo hello hello! part 2 of ateez pirate fic! ohohohoh, the merchant crew meet Joong and the sexy stranger! and San does mysterious San things~~ if read this and liked it, feel free to check out Part.1, and stick around for more installments! i wrote this a year and a half ago i think?? and so it's quite old, and i've gotten a lot better at storywriting and plot setup... so i'm probably gonna rewrite this soon, and actually get somewhere w/ it :)) i'm looking forward to it! pirates have been very special to me for YEARS, and combining it with ateez,,, thats some good shii. i have such an amazing plot in my head, and glorious adventures to send the crew on! i can't wait to start rewriting it!! i hope u liked it <333

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The Angel and the Monsterᵗᵐ

Seongjoong drabble (700 words)

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The freezer aisle was a godsend, Hongjoong thought. Whoever invented it deserved a nobel prize. He stood almost zombie-like in front of the dairy section, reveling in the cool breeze washing over his skin. He could very easily fall back asleep like this. It was so early, and his eyes were so itchy. His short white hair was sticking up on one side, and his mouth still tasted of sleep. His tiny city apartment was overly hot, with too much insulation and too old to have air con.

Hongjoong's eyes drooped closed, and he heaved a sigh. It was so nice here, with the quiet hum of the freezers and the ambient drone of shoppers. He was so, so tired...

A shoulder barged into his roughly, sending him toppling into the butter.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"

Hongjoong, in all of his sleep deprived glory, grit his teeth, and mustered the fakest looking grin he could before turning around. The grin promptly fell from his face.

He was hallucinating now. It was so early, and he was so exhausted that he was now seeing angels in the middle of the supermarket. Was it his time? Had the all-nighters and copious amounts of caffeine finally caught up to him?

The person in front of him looked like he could have been crafted by the gods themselves, in his humble opinion. Beautiful dark eyes stared back at him, black bangs brushing his lids and falling into them. His nose was long and straight, with a slight elegant hook at the end, and his lips were full and pink. Lips that were currently moving and forming words aimed at him.

"-re you ok??"

"What?"

Hongjoong's dopey brain hadn't caught up in time, and now he was left staring dumbly at the angelic hallucination, who smiled slightly.

"I asked if you were alright, you seem really out of it," he repeated slowly, eyes searching Hongjoong's face. Hongjoong felt his cheeks flush

"I- uhh- y-yeah, I'm alright," his attempted smile looked pained.

The angel looked at him doubtfully, "Are you sure?? You look half asleep, and its only..." He checked his watch, "Eleven thirty in the morning. Did you hit your head? Oh my god, I'm so sorry, my car's just outside, I can take you to the hospital-" The angel was looking frantic now, hands flapping slightly as he looked Hongjoong over and looked around for help.

"I- I'm fine, really, just... just woke up," he stuttered out, hands reaching up to calm the angel. The angel looked at him doubtfully.

"Are you sure? Do you have a headache at all, feel sick? What year is it?" The angel leaned closer, gripping his basket tightly and searching his eyes. Hongjoong sighed again, feeling awkward with the amount of eye contact.

"Yeah, I'm fine, really," he met his eyes, trying to convey that he was telling the truth. The hallucination looked hesitant, fiddling with the shopping basket hanging from it's forearm.

"I-if you don't mind, I'd like to accompany you shopping, just to make sure..." he trailed off, eyes drifting to the floor as he shuffled his feet. Hongjoong stared incredulously.

"You're the nicest hallucination I've ever met," he blurted out. The angel's head whipped up, eye's staring wildly. Hongjoong started backtracking immediately.

"I- I mean- you're just- just so p- pretty, i just assumed, and- and usually people- people don't talk to me in the- in the mornings, and I'm... just going to stop... talking now..." he trailed off and found himself staring at the floor, wishing to find a hole to crawl in and die.

"O-oh."

Please, please could the gods just smite him right where he stood.

"I see."

The floor looked slightly grubby, scuffs from trolleys and shoes everywhere.

"I'd still like to accompany you, even more so now, to make sure you don't keel over in the middle of the supermarket."

Hongjoong dared to raise his head slightly, and met the not-angel's wide eyes. He was now a pretty flushed pink, and his tongue kept darting out to wet his lips in what seemed like a nervous habit.

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long time no see??? i'm back baybee σ(￣∇￣;) back w/ a little drabble of seongjoong meeting in a supermarket that i wrote in an hour,,, dont expect much lol, enjoyyy~

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so i was doing my inktober prompt list, and i drew this pretty woosan piece a little while back that i wanted to share here :)) ngl its one of my favourite pieces ive ever done, i rlly like how the ambience and lighting turned out! (if u somehow already saw this on my ig, NO U DIDNT lolol) so ye, here are pretty circus acrobats Woosan

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Into the Twilight

Ateez fic (Part.1)

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Birds wheeled above, shadows flitting across the golden sands. Turquoise water lapped at the edges and shells littered the shoreline, interspersed with strands of drying seaweed. The sun’s harsh rays beat down mercilessly, heating whatever lay in its sight. The clouds were few and far between and the view of the sea stretched for miles, interrupted only by the odd tiny island or large rock.

Hongjoong’s eyes fluttered open, blinded briefly by the bright light as spots of colour danced across his vision. He groaned, sitting up slowly and shaking the sand from his dyed blue hair, beaded strands clacking together. His loose, baggy trousers were soaked up to the knee from where he had been half submerged in the sea, and the plain shirt he had on was slightly stained from seawater and some other long-dried liquid.

The palm trees bordering the strip of beach provided a little shade, so he slowly crawled over to them and collapsed. The beginnings of a headache bloomed behind his eyes and he cursed, memories of the night dancing just within his grasp. Images of dancing and a dimly lit bar flashed through his mind, laughter and bootsteps echoing. He recalled the sloshes of cheap tankards of beer and of drinking chants egging him on as he downed more and more, and the high pitched giggles surrounding him as he slammed down the now empty tankard and demanded another.

Shit. That would explain the headache.

The bugs and leaves surrounding him created a cacophony of noise, a buzzing, cricking, whispering white noise that clogged his ears and head.

Hongjoong slowly staggered to his feet, sand flowing out of his shirt and trousers, catching slightly in the sash tied at his waist. This was when he realised he was bare-footed, and that his worn leather boots lay a few hundred yards away, threatening to be washed off into the sea. Slowly weaving his way towards them, he quickly came to the conclusion that he was either still drunk, or just extremely hungover. Either way, it made walking a lot more difficult.

After collecting his boots and emptying them of the sand, water and one indignant hermit crab, his attention wandered to the second problem; his lack of ship.

Many moons ago, Hongjoong had invested in a tiny little one-manned sloop named Declaration, and she was his pride and joy. He cleaned her hull of barnacles religiously and made sure that the sails were always sewn up to top condition. The few holes that he had sustained in his travels had been meticulously patched and waxed, and the decks were near spotless. He loved that ship more than life itself.

And now she was gone.

Hongjoong eyes widened as his body chilled. All of his things had been on that ship, including two chests of treasure he’d stolen from the Gold Hoarders that had an estimated value of 1,800 gold pieces each. Not to mention his weapons and supplies, and the plethora of little trinkets he had picked up on his travels. And now they were missing.

“No!” his legs collapsed beneath him and his hands gripped his hair, pulling it from its loose beaded ties. His ship was gone, and he was stuck on a shore he didn’t recognise. All was lost, and he would surely die here alone, with no comfort other than the clothes on his back and the sea whispering to him gently. Curse him for getting drunk last night, curse him for partying all throughout the dark hours, curse him for everything.

As Hongjoong lay there feeling sorry for himself, the day continued, the sea slowly coming inland, washing over his motionless body. He remained undisturbed for many hours, wallowing in his sorrows as dusk approached and the sky turned to streaks of deep pinks, purples and oranges.

The air had turned cold by the time he heard the first noise. Most of the colours had disappeared into the night, instead replaced with a ghostly blue and grey mirror of his world. The birds and bugs had gone silent, only the eerie cries and shrieks echoing across the islands, present whenever the sun came down and darkness shrouded the corners of reality and fantasy.

This noise was different however. It was a lot closer, a rough, gurgling snarl that ripped through the silence of the night, chilling Hongjoong’s bones to the core. It was a sound that every pirate had learned to fear across the seas and islands, a sound that they all prayed they wouldn’t come across.

Skeletons; Reanimated bones brought to life by mysterious forces that clawed their way out of the sand and dirt and thirsted for human blood. They didn’t take many hits to disassemble, however what made them dangerous was the fact that where one was, a whole horde was not far behind.

Hongjoong was in deep trouble. Maybe if he lay there still enough, they wouldn’t spot him. Just as long as none crawled out of the dirt near him, he would be ok. Theoretically. The island he was on was pretty big, three rings of land surrounding a small pond in the middle. If he remembered correctly, this was Shark Bait Cove and would be large enough to massively slim down his chance of discovery.

Oh how he was wrong.

No sooner had these thoughts entered his head, the shifting of sand rumbled, only a few metres to his right. Eyes widening, Hongjoong rolled over and sat up, staring in horror as the ground came apart, the piles of disrupted sand being swept aside as a skeletal hand burst forward. It clawed around, digging the rest of its body out. As soon as the skull was free, it locked its eye sockets onto Hongjoong and let out a piercing howl, now frantically digging and clawing at the sand to get to the man.

It felt as if someone had doused him in icy cold water. He was frozen in fear, only able to watch as the skeleton grew closer to freedom. All of his weapons were on his missing ship, so he had no line of defence. He was comparable to a sitting chicken, just waiting to die.

With a howl, the skeleton ripped itself from the ground and started scrambling madly towards him, desperate for the taste of human blood. Hongjoong screeched, scrambling away in terror, desperately kicking sand towards the skeleton in a last ditch attempt to live. It didn’t work, and he screamed louder, squeezing his eyes shut for the final time and waiting to feel the bony fingers of death.

They never came. Hongjoong cracked an eye open, confused at the delay. What he saw shocked the breath out of him.

A cutlass blade was protruding from the skeleton’s sternum, skewering it like a piece of food. It scrabbled at the blade in a confused manner until the sword was pulled from it and the skeleton collapsed into a pile of bones, slowly sinking back into the sand. Hongjoong stared at them confusedly, then looked back up, still breathless.

His saviour stood there, cutlass in hand, gazing down upon the terrified pirate. The moonlight shone on him, illuminating his features and creating an aura of power. He was dressed in a fine red and gold coat, swaying in the wind and obviously worth a lot of money. It had been left open to reveal a billowing deep red shirt, loosely laced and golden skin glistening beneath it. His boots were made of expensive brown leather and well-polished, with gold-capped toes glowing faintly in the darkness.  Around his waist was a matching belt, gold-tipped and extremely good quality.

The moonlight threw dramatic relief over the stranger’s face. His black hair fell in wet strands over his forehead causing droplets to drip down his cheeks. His eyes looked intimidating and narrowed, dark irises glued staring into Hongjoong’s and his lips formed a cocky smirk. This stranger was truly beautiful. Beautiful in the dangerous ways that a hunting shark was beautiful. He reached out an elegant hand to Hongjoong, and it felt as if fate was calling him to take it.

Hongjoong slapped it away, scowling darkly. This pretty man was looking down on him, and there was no way he would feed this guy’s saviour ego any more than he already had. He eyed him as he stood up warily. The stranger noticed this and scoffed.

“If I wanted you dead, I would have just let that skeleton kill you,” he stated with a slight laugh. Even his voice was beautiful. It was smooth and calming, coming from the centre of his chest, and Hongjoong’s frown deepened. Perfect people always caused him the most trouble in one way or another.

The stranger laughed again, and Hongjoong realised he’s spoken aloud. A flush of embarrassment lit up his face and he turned on his heel to storm down the beach. Even skeletons were better than this person.

He hadn’t gotten very far when he was yanked back by his shirt and a hand covered his mouth roughly, preventing any sort of noise to escape. His eyes widened as he kicked and struggled, elbowing his captor in the stomach a few times before an arm wound around him tightly, locking his limbs in place.

The aggressive stranger then pulled both of them into the shrubbery, crouching down and pulling a large leaf in front of them. Hongjoong, still struggling for his life against this man’s iron grip, bit down hard into his hand, causing a muffled scream to come up and the hand was ripped away. He then started screeching and yelling profanities at his captor and scrambled in the dirt in an effort to escape.

The stranger, still hugging the struggling pirate against him, flipped them both over and kneeled hard on Hongjoong’s back and arm, grinding his head into the dirt and grass as he hissed into his ear.

“Will you please shut up? I’m trying to save your sorry life, and you’re not making it any easier.”

Hongjoong would have made a scathing remark back at him, however his head was being squashed into the ground so this was rather difficult. Instead he wiggled around indignantly, causing his captor to growl and raise his hand to slap the pirate.

However before either of them could do anything else, the bushes around them started shaking and rustling ominously, heralding the arrival of a new enemy. They both froze, hearts beating and breaths held.

The leaves behind them started moving aside slowly, Hongjoong and the stranger turning to look at each other in terror then turning their eyes to the parted leaves. A grinning skull stared back at them, motionless other than the faint gurgles coming from where its throat should have been. The two parties looked at each other for a few seconds until the monster let out a piercing howl and started its mad dash at them. Spine-chilling screeches echoed all around them in response, and the stranger barely had time to whip out his sword before the skeleton was upon them.

It leapt onto him, bony hands clawing for his face until the stranger managed to run it through with his sword. The skeleton let out a death scream as it collapsed into a pile of bones, and Hongjoong barely had time to draw a breath before the sound of many footsteps sounded just outside the bushes. The horde had caught up.

Hongjoong looked up at the once confident stranger, now ashen-faced. They would need a miracle to get out of this alive.

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hello! its me, seongoftheheart! i wrote this first part a while back while i was bored in a class, but i still love it to this day and will probably write more of the story some time soon, so if you read this and liked it then feel free to stick around to find out what happens to Joong and this mysterious but sexy stranger 人(￣ω￣;) the story is set in a universe vaguely similar to the Sea of Thieves universe, but you really dont have to know anything about the game to be able to understand and enjoy this fic, trust me. ill make sure to explain anything that might be unfamiliar to people in due course (like i did with the skeletons :3), and i hope that you like this first part! thanks for reading!!

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Hello (◕‿◕✿)

i'm new-ish to tumblr so im sorry if i get stuff wrong, i'm still working things out

i post headcanons, fanfics and drabbles for Ateez, BTS, Stray Kids, Kingdom and mcyt :) my stuff will include platonic works as well as ship works

to be honest, this blog is more of a creative outlet for me to finally post stories and drabbles than a way to gain followers and an audience, but if you like what you read then you're always welcome to stay around!

common ships you will probably see at some point:

woosan

seongjoong

yungi

jongsang

yoonmin

taekook

namjin

changlix

minsung

dreamnotfound

karlnap

maybe more depending on where my brain takes me :)

i will also take asks in the future once i've gotten used to things, so look forward for that hopefully!

for now tho, i think that's pretty much it :) i hope you enjoy what you find here, but if not then here's a cookie for your journey out 🍪