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“It should’ve been you.”
The Queen hadn’t stopped saying those words to him ever since his brother passed tragically in a freak hunting accident a year ago.
Even on her deathbed.
The words still rang in his head. Seonghwa shook his head and literally tried to smack the thoughts away. To his credit, he tried not to be loud, knowing that if his maids heard from outside his chambers, they’d scold him.
He never thought packing up and running away would be easy. But he hadn’t expected he wouldn’t be able to do it with his head held high but instead he’d be sorting out his clothes frantically albeit as pragmatically as he could to ensure he’d pack everything he needed and only everything he needed. He hadn’t expected to tremble this much. Nor did he expect leaving his Father, his one living parent, and three grandparents, as abusive as they were, to feel like ripping out a part of his heart. A part of him bonded to them from very young and no amount of hatred could help make trying to leave like this feel like anything other than death.
The Queen’s last words, witnessed by none other than the Grand Prince and a few maids, haunted Seonghwa in his dreams and in his every waking moment. Seldom unaccompanied by horrid memories of when his Mother, the Queen, was alive and the horrors that came yet still after she died.
Prince Park Seonghwa had been born prematurely. His Mother never said it, but Seonghwa knew, even very young, that it was perhaps better if he had died. When he was older, he truly understood the reason why. He was born premature and sickly and yet he lived . Why was he born so early? Had his Mother had an affair and lost her maidenhead before her wedding night to the then Crown Prince? Why was he born so sickly? The Elders and Ministers simply would not let this one go. Was it a punishment from the heavens? Was the union between his parents a miscalculation on the Queen Dowager’s part?
Worse yet, he was an omega . A male omega. The lowest of the low. Not only was he an Omega, the subgender that was meant to be breeders, not rulers, he was born a male omega. A male with female and omega qualities? There are not many lower insults from the heavens or the Queen’s family to the Royal family and the Kingdom than this.
The Queen had died after producing only two children: Seonghwa, an Omega, and, after several miscarriages that wore down her soul amidst the political heat, whether in the court or within the royal families, a few years later, Seyoung, an Alpha.
Seyoung was the golden child. Seonghwa born a disappointment. Seyoung was the Queen’s only legitimate claim to success as a Queen especially after the Queen Dowager, having been sick of the many miscarriages, appointment Royal Concubines to be wed to the King to produce necessary heirs.
A few Alphas had been borne to the King before Seyoung was, and such a thing was hard on the Queen.
Thankfully, many of them were Female Alphas. And Female Alphas, although Alphas, were still seen as inferior to Male Alphas and none of them were thankfully marked Heir Apparent or Crown Prince before Seyoung was born.
The Queen loved Seyoung. The whole Kingdom gushed and adored her for her devotion to her son and dubbed her a great mother.
It was, after all, inconsequential to anybody what happened to Seonghwa.
In the past, whenever he snuck out of the palace to visit diners and marketplaces, he could hear that the common folk pitied his mother and resented her for possibly angering the gods. Although they pitied her for having only Seonghwa , they also thought that perhaps she brought this upon herself. After all, why would the gods have allowed this if the fault wasn’t her’s? It couldn’t be the King’s. He, in a way, was their god too after all.
The conversations used to bother him but going out there had been such a refuge to the stuffiness of the Palace and abuse from the Queen that Seonghwa gotten used to it instead of letting such small talk bother him.
Seonghwa was hardly allowed out of the palace but it wasn’t because he was precious or dear. It was because him losing his chastity would have been great shame. His losing his life, to a lesser degree but still rather importantly, a great shame too and would be a testament to how the royal family, especially his Mother, lacked the skills and devotion to keep an eye on him.
But most of the time, both fear and filial piety had been enough to keep Seonghwa within the line of sight of the palace maids, and not many guards needed to be personally placed around or with him. He wouldn’t exactly make a great political hostage, after all. The people of the palace, his parents included, mostly just assume he’d be somewhere in the palace doing nothing of any value.
And so, at least, Seonghwa could be thankful that escaping from the palace wouldn’t be difficult.
Proponents had been made after the Kingdom had been wrecked by army after army backed by the largest pirate fleet in the world.
One included Seonghwa being given to the Pirate King of the Eastern Seas as a reward for his cooperation with the Kingdom of Gyo. Not his hand, oh no, if that had just been the case, perhaps Seonghwa would have been able to swallow his pride and survival instincts in order to show filial piety and lay down obediently underneath whoever would be his new roughish husband would be like an obedient trophy wife as a show of love for his people and Kingdom if it meant bringing the wars and endless battles draining the Kingdom’s increasingly depleting coffers to an end.
But no. He wouldn’t be given to be married off. He had heard the councils. He was to be given to do whatever with. There were no ceremonies. No official insurance of his well-being. Nothing. His Kingdom truly had lost, and they could demand Seonghwa as a bounty for mercy for no reason other than they could.
Seonghwa had no real value, they argued. Who would really want a male omega when beautiful, more feminine female omegas existed? He wasn’t even fit to be an heir or spare. After his brother died, it wasn’t him who was chosen as heir next. It was his half-sister, daughter of a powerful Concubine and the King, Soyeon, who was then groomed to be the next in line. They’d rather it be an Alpha, of any gender, than have it be Seonghwa who’d be heir.
But such wasn’t his concern. Seonghwa knew unless there was bloodshed and army diplomacy on his part and no legitimate heirs left, Seonghwa would belong nowhere near that throne.
This was.
Wives, at least, by-laws that exist in most societies, formally or not, had to be taken care of and provided with sustenance and protection to some extent. However, whatever kind of slave Seonghwa would be wouldn’t be granted the same type of protection, and thus there was nothing to follow up on regarding whatever treaty could be written for that. This wasn’t an olive branch. This was plunder.
And Seonghwa knew what pirates did to their living treasures.
Still, Seonghwa had attempted to talk himself into staying.
He was already bethroded to Prince Choi San after all. And their families had good ties over generations– centuries . Certainly the Royal Family wouldn’t just shirk off their promise to another Royal family for the whims of some pirates, would they?
… They would. This was a pirate fleet with power never seen before. Hundreds of thousands of ship strong and they’re working with the massive Kingdom on the verge of becoming an empire after their warlords signed treaties and wedded their omega daughters and alpha sons into each other’s families.
Still… This was his Kingdom. This was his place. Could he really just… leave? He couldn’t possibly. Such a thing, a fucking Prince running away, was too unthinkable. Too insane. Too…
Seonghwa tried to simply quiet his mind. There was no use pondering this. His future wasn’t meant to be his. He was born to serve and all he had to really do was guard his virtue in the eyes of all however he could and there could be much good that came to him tending to his duties while staying. After all, how could he leave his father? His grandparents? His family? It was too selfish. He loved them, he loved them, he… loved them. He loved them even as they hurt him so.
But, during a rather chilly winter when the world looked darker than ever. The crops had failed and the people were hungry, and the wars didn’t seem ever to end, Seonghwa thought, in these bleak hours, a very selfish thought;
Fuck this .
And packed his fucking travel pack and whatever bags he could carry easily enough.
The door opened, and Seonghwa jumped a little. He heaved a sigh of relief as if it was just one of his young maids. One he trusted. And one who knew of this escape. At first, he didn’t want any of them to know of his escape. He hoped they wouldn’t be tortured into confessing what they did not know. Still, he figured that corporeal punishment was more a thing done to him now more than to anyone else. He hoped that his lack of worth and the whole political climate would allow the guards and maids to get out of this relative scot-free on account of perhaps not only was Seonghwa a low-value hostage that the enemies didn’t quite understand how low-value but also perhaps during this crisis, the Kingdom would want more guards and able-bodied maids than not.
“Wear this, Your Highness,” Da-a said, bringing out the foreign dresses with rather coarse fabric from under her hanbok.
Seonghwa made no protest as he allowed Da-a to help him dress in the new foreign dress with fabric he had never worn before. Seonghwa’s heart raced as he tried to memorise how to correctly put on the common clothing of a palace maid whilst his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Da-a then quickly stuffed the other piece of common clothing she brought into Seonghwa’s thankfully quite common-looking travel pack he had bought himself when out on the markets.
Da-a, his beta maid, was young but not so new as to have never met the Queen or known how much the Queen despised Seonghwa. Da-a, like her seniors, had consoled him during times when the Queen had beaten him as they bathed him afterwards. They could not stop the Queen or even beg on his behalf. As they consoled him, they kept reminding him of how the Queen was still his mother, and regardless of everything, he was not to talk back at her and to always remember to show his filial piety to both her and the King.
Seonghwa had often been too weak and injured to even argue with them but he did order them to shut up. He hadn’t told them to stop speaking very kindly, but he treated them as kindly as he could whenever he wasn’t feeling so broken. Which was… he hoped, often enough.
None of his maids, obedient and timid as they were, would ever agree to his escape. They’d convince him to stay and stay loyal to his family because they were his family . He knew this. And yet, when Da-a, almost causing his heart to stop when she did, opened the doors to inquire him about the shuffling, she had, thankfully, shut the fuck up, said nothing, and helped him pack.
There was no mistaking what he was doing. When Da-a walked in, Seonghwa wasn’t simply cleaning or reorganising as he usually did when he was restless (much to the maids’ discontent most of the time he had done this); he was cutting out jewels from his priceless hanboks and bringing with him mostly only intact intact undershirts and besides those only the most precious few Heaven Silk fabrics he owned.
Seonghwa said nothing, fearing he’d wake the other maids sleeping just outside his door, but nodded to her gratefully.
Da-a had given him a sad smile—her only acknowledgement of ever being on his side despite her hesitance.
“Wait a moment, Your Highness,” Da-a said after they were almost done packing. “Let me fetch you some snacks for the road and… a more appropriate dress.”
“Da-a, what are you doing?” One of the more senior, lazy maids, whom Seonghwa had no idea how she got her post, had asked Da-a when she walked out—Seonghwa’s heart beating strongly.
Thankfully, Da-a lied quickly enough. “The Highness wanted some snacks.”
“Tch-suck up.” The older maid grumbled as Seonghwa heard Da-a’s footsteps fade. The older maid would have perhaps found some fault in Da-a had this been a less ungodly hour.
Seonghwa had half a mind to leave when Da-a made a show to go for the kitchen, wanting badly for Da-a to have an alibi, not to be around to be in trouble, when he left.
But Seonghwa stayed, and now, in front of the mirror and dim firelight, he marvelled at his new dress.
Da-a smiled rather happily. “You look so beautiful, Agisshi.”
Seonghwa heart was already pounding so badly, and he was so scared and nervous about what was to come when he finally took his first step out and ran or if they were to ge caught even before that by a servant or another, the roof of his mouth was numb, and he was sweating cold sweat.
But… Da-a called him ‘beautiful’, and a tear threatened to burst from him. Perhaps he was emotionally too raw right now. Now, more than ever, he was scared. And, more than ever, he remembered why he was running.
His parents never showed him love. His father, from his absence. His mother, from her outright disgust at his existence.
They’ve never once called him beautiful. The councilmen usually said the words as if he were some kind of specimen who was somewhat easy on the eyes despite them being there to pick on his flaws.
He’s quite beautiful. Unfortunately, he’s…
The Prince is quite beautiful. If only…
Seonghwa, why are dressed like that? Have you seen Seyoung? Look at how I dressed him and how beautiful he is.
Even the Queen had often reminded him how he was subpar at best. Ridiculous-looking and ugly at worst.
Look at Seyoung’s hair.
Look at Seyoung’s eyes.
If it were Seyoung who was interested in joining, he would have won “the most beautiful” in that silly pageant by a landslide.
You would look more acceptable if you ate less.
You would look more acceptable if you dressed as I told you.
A couple of tears fell from Seonghwa’s eyes. He quickly wiped them away and thanked Da-a.
“I’ll leave in half an hour. Can you get me something else to eat before I leave? Please ? I want a Japchae. Please make it fresh.” Seonghwa asked.
Princes, Princesses, Kings and Queens are never to say please or thank you or apologize to their servants.
But Seonghwa made an exception for himself this time. He never liked not treating another human being in a way that he saw as decent. And who will stop him this time? Soon enough, he’d perhaps be lower than her. Soon, he won’t be Prince or her “Gongju” anymore.
“Of course, Agasshi,” Da-a said with a bow and left easily enough.
Seonghwa’s lips trembled too much for him to smile. All he felt was the cold of panic, even as he tried to stand as calmly as he could. He felt his nerves fried, and he feared he would collapse anytime.
“Thank you, Da-a,” he thanked her and spoke her proper name.
Japchae would take quite a while to make.
Seonghwa left as soon as he heard Da-a’s footsteps fade.
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The chill did not help.
Da-a couldn’t find shoes that reasonably fit him and so he had to bring his usual with him in case he needed them to properly move. To get past the gates, however, in case the guards decided to be nosy and do inspections, he had to wear the too-small maid shoes and walk out, pretending he could not afford anything more at the moment.
Thankfully, the beta guards could not smell scents very well and were far removed enough from the royal family they served or the Omega Prince, who always had his face covered inside palanquins when he walked outside (with permission or not) that they didn’t know his face.
He was just a maid whose figure was too sharp, too tall, and shape too ugly to be a proper omega or even female beta worth the hassle of bothering as he walked out for whatever reason. If a poor maid was punished or had nowhere to go back to come morning without a good beating, that was on her, not them.
Unfortunately, not all the guards of the too-many entrances and mazed thought he was the same.
The night shift guards of the main gate were used to hooting at maids and harassing maidens who walked past.
Seonghwa, but a common maid, as ugly and lanky as he was, in their eyes now, was no exception.
They couldn’t see his face very well, but perhaps that made him look less sharp and more omega-like. Perhaps it was his too-heavy breasts ill-fitted into the hanbok that was not his and his too-short skirt that caught their eye and made him look like a whore.
Perhaps, however, they were just scumbags who hated the bitter cold and wanted a warm body to plunder.
Seonghwa did his best to stay calm as one of them grabbed him to the side and, out in the open, put his dirty, cold hands into his hanbok and groped his breast with one hand as he bunched up his skirt and groped his pussy as well.
Seonghwa shivered from the bitter cold. The breath stunk and Seonghwa almost hurled when the man licked a dangerous stripe up his neck—where a mating mark should be. The fresh wave of fear shot through him at the knowledge made him shiver.
He had heard of forced bondings. It was a cruel reality in their world. Alphas could mate however many Omegas they wanted and legally and biologically tie them to their wills, but an Omega could only mate and even marry once in their lives. The guard, if he was an Alpha, even with his scent hidden and without being in a rut, could mate him and just leave him to die without feeling anything or even a shred of concern for any pup of his Seonghwa may end up carrying as long as he wasn’t marked back.
Seonghwa struggled out of disgust but gave up quickly. The Alpha guard had superior strength. As all Alphas tend to and this was a palace guard . And perhaps, if he could just get this over with, he could convince the guard to let him go with the promise of coming here again tomorrow if he just allowed him to… visit his sick mother or whatever excuses maids usually made. In his panic, Seonghwa tried his best to stay calm. Running away, like this, not to momentarily escape palace life but to run away for good was new to him. His mind was racing and even when he’s no longer panicking his nerves were not giving him a break.
However dealing with horning Alphas was nothing new.
His royal tutors, his father’s councilmen, and many other men and alphas ha always loved… touching him.
Seonghwa wasn’t in heat, and for that, at least, he could be grateful.
“Hey, Little Miss. Where are you off to so late? Does your Master know you’re out?”
Seonghwa moaned as he groped some more, his pussy getting wet out of instinct. “Please,” Seonghwa begged. “Let me go… I must… I must– Ah! I must visit my sick Mother, Sir.”
The Alpha laughed, and so did his friends, whom Seonghwa dreadfully noticed were coming closer to where the guard had snatched and now held Seonghwa. Seonghwa closed his eyes and looked away. Reluctantly, he didn’t struggle too much when the guard pulled him backwards and sat down on a bench provided for the guards behind him.
He forced Seonghwa to spread his legs and hook on either side of this. He tore at the flimsy and too-soft fabric of his underpants and was thankfully probably too horny to notice how oddly soft it was before plunging his fingers into Seonghwa’s pussy. “Be happy,” the guard said with a laugh. “Didn’t tear your whole pants so you won’t be cold. What do you say to your Alpha, Omega?”
“T-Thank you,” Seonghwa said before crying out at the cruel intrusion. The Alpha began pumping his fingers in and out, forcing him to feel both intense pain and pleasure.
“Ah, shit. No blood, and you’re so wet so quickly? Are you married, Little Omega? Ah, no. That can’t be. Your hair is down*. Or perhaps your masters used you often, too?” The Alphas laughed.
“An Omega like this?” One of them said from somewhere above them before crouching down to look at Seonghwa’s pussy up close.
Seonghwa wanted to beg them to stop but knew it would have been futile. He knew he must be flushing all the way to his chest and it wasn’t from the cold.
One of the alphas roughly pulled open his hanbok, and Seonghwa didn’t stop him as one of the Alphas started roughly sucking and biting on one of his nipples and playing with his other heavy tit.
Seonghwa could only moan and gasped. “S-Stop..!” He begged.
The Alpha watching him get finger-fucked used both hands to spread open his pussy further and, as he did, touched his underwear and felt them up under his thumb. “Shiitt. This fabric is so fine? Where the hell did you get this? Did your Master give this to you, you slutty bitch?”
“A bitch this low-class?” Another laughed. At this point, Seonghwa was too pleasure-drunk and humiliated and mortified to even imagine or care which one, but all the nerves in his body went full panic at one of the Alpha’s next words. “No one would bother giving a whore this willing anything. Shit, did you steal this, you bitch? Are you trying to run away? Oh man, if we hand you over, one of the Lords could probably order your death penalty, huh?” The Alphas laughed sickly.
Seonghwa shook his head, and he never begged so quickly before, so panicked he probably half-blabbered nonsense. “No, please, I never stole anything, I- I-...” At this point, he still had enough sanity to know he shouldn’t tell the truth but not enough brains to lie properly. He could only beg. “Please… Just let me go. Please, please. I’ll do anything. Anything. Please! Ah!”
Seonghwa screamed when the Alpha suddenly pulled his hand out of his pussy and hastily pulled his cock out to cruelly plunge into him in one go. Seonghwa’s mouth hung open at the suddenness and cruelty of it all.
“Shit. So hot when you’re scared like that. Beg some more, Little Omega.”
Seonghwa’s words were caught in his throat. And when he found them again, with his pussy being pounded as if he was some piece of meat, he begged with a pitiful cracked voice as he was groped and pounded right outside of his own Kingdom’s Palace.
Was this what he was about to convince himself to stay for? These people?
Seonghwa was sure some other patrolling guards or other servants preparing for the next day must have heard Seonghwa by now, but thinking he was just some common maid they were raping, they did nothing.
Even the people in the houses nearby or the merchants so determined to make a living in the capital who rented and slept in places near the palace gates where tourists would visit to see and paint was so quiet there was not a peep from a single door or window even as the lanterns were still lit in the winter as the palace servants ensured every single evening.
“Please. Anything!” Seongwa begged. “Anything.” He begged again. “Please don’t hand me over, please. Ah! Ahh! Please! Hmph!”
“Ah, shit. Shut the fuck up. You’re too loud.” One of the Alphas slapped him before pushing his cock in his mouth. “You won’t bite if you know what’s good for you.”
Seonghwa sobbed and nodded before sucking obediently. No breadth of his body was left unplundered.
It will be over soon. Soon. He hoped, at least. These men were pent up. So late at night in the cold. They won’t last long, he hoped. Please. Let it end soon. It hurt, and even though he no longer felt cold physically, the nerves from running away were still there and now, with the addition of another layer of fear and frustration, he felt even colder even as a massive cock that felt so hot inside of him rubbed his insides raw with overwhelming heat.
“Anything you say?”
Another voice that was neither one of the three alphas suddenly rang in the eerily cold and quiet night, with only the sounds of their copulation filling the uncaring empty streets.
Seonghwa hadn’t even heard any footsteps approaching. Either this man made a pointless point to be quiet as he approached, or Seonghwa was just really that out of it.
“ Oh no.” Seonghwa thought. Please, not another one. He can’t take another one. His heart wasn’t prepared. His fucking pussy wasn’t prepared.
Newly found embarrassment from being watched taking over, Seonghwa began clawing at whatever flesh he could reach from whichever three Alphas were raping him. The jerky movements and his blunt claws annoyed them; one of the Alphas smacked him hard in irritation as the foreign new Alphas still kept watching the guards rape him.
Seonghwa wanted to cry. He didn’t even know he still had tears left to cry. He thought the last of it dried in his now empty room.
“Little Omega, is that right? You’d do anything ?” The new Alphas asked, and whatever human part of Seonghwa left could have thrown something at him in annoyance.
Instead, Seonghwa only managed to nod pathetically with tears in his eyes, his body still wrecked by the three.
The lone Alpha chuckled. “Very well, then. From this day onwards, you are mine. Don’t make me regret it.”
That was the last Seonghwa heard before nothing .
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Seonghwa didn’t think he’d ever wake up.
There was no way the heavens would have sent him, an angelic saviour, defiled and disgusting and disgraceful as he was.
Perhaps it was the devil who had saved him for some reason. Right. That smile of his would have sent demons running.
Seonghwa jolted away with a gasp. He looked around frantically, and his throat constricted as if he was choking on and not getting enough air.
“Woah! Woah! Easy there!” Someone yelped and fell backwards onto some kind of hardwood flooring.
“W-Where?” Seonghwa looked around, panicked.
The man on the floor, an Omega, quickly rose to his feet, although a little shakily and raised both hands. “It’s okay! It’s okay… Deep breaths first, okay now? Deep breaths. Look at me. Deep breaths.” The man did it himself while bending down with both arms up, looking a little silly.
Perhaps because he was an omega, or perhaps he looked like an angel who literally fell straight out of heaven that Seonghwa did actually pause long enough to register what he said and shakily follow him when his own body finally listened a little bit.
After a few moments, the man in the strange beige coat stopped with a smile and stood up properly. “There. Isn’t that much better?” He said with a cute smile as if he was proud of having accomplished something but at the same time looking quite used to it and was relatively unfazed. The man then turned around to get some…. What Seonghwa could only guess was… medical supplies?
Seonghwa looked around the place. A little more calmly this time. There were round-looking windows, and just about everything looked made of wood. He could smell and hear the ocean .
They’re… on a ship? Below deck?
The man whirled around, finding what he needed as he brandished the half-soaked cotton ball before approaching Seonghwa.
“Where… are we?”
“On a ship,” the beautiful man said as he sat down on the sturdy-looking stool next to Seonghwa, which looked as if it was meant to stay steady and put even during some rather harsh storms.
Seonghwa hadn’t meant to sound as harsh as he did. “I can see that .” Seonghwa hissed as whatever yellow liquid it was made contact with the bit of the skin on his shoulder that had a cut Seonghwa hadn’t even noticed was there before. Seonghwa had already figured that his man was probably a physician.
The man laughed nervously, not out of fear but awkwardness, like he wasn’t used to making small talk. “Sorry. Woyooung did say I could be a little clueless sometimes.” The man said as he covered the wound with some sort of fabric.
“Who the hell’s Wooyoung?” But Seonghwa had been raised never to cut people off. He was trained to be the quiet sort of Omega rather harshly too. He remembered how painfully his back, arms and fingers would throb on days when his Mother, Father, grandmother or Grandfather said he “spoke out of turn” and was “not a proper Omega”. The instincts instilled so profoundly in him that he felt his only recently calmed nerves fire up again when he realised he did speak out of turn when he said he could see they were on a ship.
His body instinctively waited for punishment, but the other Omega never did anything and only hummed a happy little tune while he worked. “There. That should do it.” The Omega collected his supplies and got up. “My name is Yeosang, by the way. I’m the surgeon of this ship, and I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got wayyy too much stuff to take care of right now, so I’m sorry I can’t stay to chat. Just scream if you need anything or walk out and ask any of the crew.” Yeosang was already opening half the door when he finally answered the question Seonghwa thought he had forgotten or dismissed entirely, as many palace people made a habit of when Seonghwa inquired or spoke.
Yes. Yeosang answered Seonghwa clearly enough.
For there was no King or Prince in this world who knew of the existence of the seven seas who did not know the name of this fearsome pirate ship.
“Oh, and welcome to the Aurora , Ma’am.” Yeosang bowed and left.
𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ
Mini-threatre time!
Wooyoung: “Aiyoh, author-ssi hadn’t even finish the other fic—which I starred in btw guys even tho it’s seongjoong—yet and started this to torture us some more.”
Me: “You haven’t even appeared yet!”
Wooyoung: “Call it an educated guess. Look! By the sound of it, you’ve already implied I’ve had to babysit Yeosang!”
Me: “I believe there’s equal babysitting on both parts. Even irl. Don’t tell me this is any different from real life. I didn’t do this. Y’all are already like this! This one’s not on the fic! That one bit’s on you! Who told you to leave Bighit for your baby?”
Wooyoung: “... Touche.”
Yeosang: “I don’t like where this is going.”
Seonghwa: “YOU don’t like where his is going?? EXCUSE ME?? \(˚☐˚”)/ HONGJOONG! WHeRe wErE YOU! Why’d you show up so late?!”
Hongjoong, being held back by me, myself, and I using a fort of broccoli: “WTF HOW IS THIS MY FAULT WTF WHY AM I IN HERE RN HELP ME??”
Mini theatre over~ (~‾‾ ∇ ‾‾ )~
Chapter Notes:
Some notable terms:
Aegissi (애기씨) – Another way of addressing agisshi.
Agasshi (아가씨) – Young Lady or Miss; a term of address used by a servant for the unmarried daughter of his master.
Agisshi (아기씨) – His/Her Young Highness; the style used to address a young prince or princess.
Asshi (아씨) – A shortened form of agasshi.
Different places in this fic, as they’re pirates and they sail to different places, have different cultures and different ways of seeing Omegas, but most of them, as you can probably guess, cuz even in today’s world, we’re still seeing women (cis and trans) and minorities being treated as less than and new laws are still being developed.
*Hair not being up in a bun, or specifically like Seonghwa here who’s hair is braided like a common young maid, means that the woman isn’t married. Seonghwa’s disguising himself as a young maidservant who are usually unmarried young women as they can sometimes be chosen to be Concubines if the King wills it.
Omegas in this culture are treated like women of ancient times or lower. Male omegas the lowest of all.
Ateez fic recs from me since AO3 has no algorithm:
“His Father’s Son” by EllenD. Omegaverse. Seonghwa escapes from a cult with his 7 sons who all have varying degree of crushes on him. Wholesome. Tasty. Perfect. Amazing.
“Payback” by 7Salty7. Omegaverse. Seonghwa killed one of Hongjoong’s precious boys and now he has to pay him back with his body and produce another Alpha pup for Hongjoong.
“Becoming” by Strawberry_Luna. Omegaverse. Seonghwa gets bitched and becomes the pack Alpha.
“All is Fair” which is my own fic hehe. In a nutshell: Hongjoong cheated on Wooyoung with Seonghwa. Mostly Woo and Hwa’s POV tho.
“I Just Wanted To Be Yours, Can I be Yours? (Just Tell Me I’m Yours)” by mogicore. Dead dove. The dove is very dead. I am so in love with this fic pls u gotta read it to believe it. It’s MATZ with Joker-Harley vibes.
Danmei fic recs (2ha if that’s your thing (omg pls let someone here also love 2ha let’s be friends)):
“The Mess We Are” by maaya_mochi. Me but a separate account cuz reasons. Chu Wanning and He Yu become fuck buddies who are great friends but has no actual romantic feelings for each other. They just fuck cuz they’re both lonely and brokenhearted. Shit gets real when Chu Huan (Chu Wanning (Chu Wanning is a single parent in this) and Mo Ran’s estranged son) starts calling He Yu “Papa” and Mo Ran saw it.
“August” by s_yosano. Angst. Lots and lots of ranwan angst. Mo Ran gets engaged to Song Qiutong and we have a sad kitty Wanning.