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hoya/woohyun
pg-13, 1.7k words
au. "pirate au, hoya-centric."
kyube ♥hoya/woohyun
pg-13, 1.7k words
au. "pirate au, hoya-centric."
“What say you?” Woohyun bellows from below. He's a skinny guy, their first mate, but he's always been noisy. Got a good pair of lungs on him. When Hoya doesn't immediately answer, he shouts again. “Hoya, what say you? What do you see?”
He's not high enough. Hoya scales the mast, calloused hands gripping rope and beams, until he makes it to the crows nest. Hot midday sun beats down on his shoulders and glares off the water so he shields his eyes, squinting outwards.
“Is it land?” Sungyeol hollers, impatient. “Come on, is it land?”
The ripples on the horizon flicker and solidify into something he can be sure of. “Land ho!” Hoya shouts, joyful, and whoops erupt on the deck below.
Even as he's swinging back down to the deck, Hoya can see Dongwoo grab Myungsoo's hands and jump, making Myungsoo tips his head back and laugh. It's been long enough since they made landfall and all of them are a little giddy at the thought. His feet have barely touched down again when Woohyun barrels into him, carrying him several steps back. “Tortuga!” Woohyun grins, grabbing Hoya by the shoulders and shaking him.
“Tortuga,” Hoya agrees, Woohyun's enthusiasm seeping into him almost by osmosis, dragging the corners of his mouth up in return. Woohyun settles one wiry arm around Hoya's shoulders and pulls him in tight, and Hoya doesn't even mind the sweaty slick press of Woohyun's skin on his bare neck. He's just looking forward to getting drunk and rowdy in a place where he's far less likely to end up in an ocean if he trips.
“Don't celebrate yet, boys,” the Captain tells them from his post behind the wheel. Hoya is never not going to believe that Sunggyu's giant floppy hat isn't ridiculous, but the man is attached to it, and a sailor doesn't argue with his captain. “We still have to get there. Hold 'er steady.” Woohyun's fingers dig into Hoya's bicep. “Shore leave awaits.”
“Aye, cap'n!” The cry is ragged but enthusiastic, then their little crew scatters. There's a good wind, with a bit of luck, they will be there by mid-afternoon.
Woohyun slides away, slapping a hand against Hoya's back. “Bet I can get that sail down faster than yours.” Hoya loves that competitive light in his eyes. There is only one jack on this boat who even hopes to climb as well as Hoya does, and it's Woohyun.
The smile Hoya shows him is all sharp teeth. “Don't you ever get tired of losing?”
“Oh, so cocky.” They stare at each other for a second and then they bolt apart. Hoya doesn't hesitate as he begins to scale the mast, hands firm and sure with years of practice. He grins when he hears Dongwoo laugh and shout his name. His win is assured.
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Boots settle noisily on the table in front of Hoya, rattling his flagon of rum and making him scowl. “Oh, don't be like that,” Woohyun tells him, his smile equal parts infuriatingly smug and pleased. “I won, fair and square.”
He's right, of course, and Hoya wouldn't let something so petty as a lost race ruin his first night on shore in a month. So he rolls his eyes and glares, no heat in his eyes. “You are a poor winner,” he declares. His first drink has already settled in his belly, warm and comfortable. “It was a tie, anyway.”
Woohyun clicks his tongue and grins. “Sure,” he agrees. “Whatever you say.”
Across the room, Dongwoo has somehow ended up in Sungyeol's lap, hands waving wildly as he tells the barmaid a story. Hoya likes this life, he likes the sea and the work and his fellow pirates. But there's something to be said about a floor that doesn't shift under your feet and the occasional night in a bed that's not made of rope.
“One drink,” Hoya cautions Woohyun. “That's all I owed you. One drink.” He lifts his own cup to his mouth but before he can drink, there's the plink of a coin tossed into his rum. He frowns and turns.
“Payment owed,” the woman says, and Hoya breaks into a grin.
“My lady,” he says, his tone just shy of truly respectful, climbing to his feet and inclining his head.
He gets a slap to the back of his head in return. “Lee Howon,” Eunji replies. “We heard rumours the Eternity was docked here. How is she treating you?” Her smile is fond, and not for the first time, Hoya marvels at her. It was Eunji's flagship, the Seven Springs, where Hoya first got a taste of the pirating life, and now she commands a fleet. She is younger than he is but has a will of steel, and she is backed by a first mate who would go to the ends of the earth for her.
“We're looking after him,” Woohyun tells her, and Hoya glances at him sidelong when he hears the trace of challenge in his voice.
“Where's your shadow?” Hoya asks, nudging Woohyun's boots with his cup. He fishes the coin out and pockets it before tipping his head back and draining his rum. “Captain Eunji without her man, what a rare sight.” Next to him, Woohyun is standing in a rush, steadying himself by leaning against the wobbly table and Hoya's shoulder.
Eunji just smiles. “He's fetching the drinks,” she says, like it should be obvious, and Hoya can't help the chuckle that drags out of him. She hasn't changed a bit.
“Do my eyes deceive me?” Inguk is just as enthusiastic as he's ever been, his grin broad and pleased. “It can't be Hoya, he abandoned us for the Eternity.” He hands Eunji her flagon and she nods gratefully. “C'mere.”
Hoya finds himself with a mouthful of Inguk's worn jacket as Inguk hauls him in for a ridiculously tight hug. “It's good to see you,” he manages, extricating himself. “Been too long.”
“Aye,” Inguk agrees, but Eunji flicks her head at an empty table.
“Enough talk,” she tells him. “I intend on getting good and drunk tonight. Let's leave these two to their fate. It was good to see you, Howon.” Hoya touches his fingers to his brow in a quick salute, almost out of habit, and she nods, pleased.
When they're gone, Hoya shakes his empty cup. “I need another,” he decides. He looks over at Woohyun with sly eyes. “What was that about, before? 'We're taking good care of him'.”
Before Woohyun can respond, they're interrupted by Myungsoo throwing skinny arms around their necks. He's yelling, something about a card game, and Hoya shrugs. Why not? On a night like tonight, who knows how his luck may turn?
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Sungyeol starts it. He usually does, sharp words but all the force and coordination of a baby deer. He's lucky, though, because Sungjong is there, and Dongwoo. Sungjong leaps into the fray with a single-minded intensity, little and lithe and dangerous in a way almost no one expects, and Dongwoo runs to gather the rest of them.
Nothing like a good fight to round out the night. Hoya's drunk, his coordination is a mess and the ground rolls beneath him like they're still at sea, but he's always been a good sailor. Accuracy is easier when he's got the scrawny little fuck pinned beneath his knees, fist hammering into his mouth. There are only five of them, to the Eternity's crew's seven, but Sungyeol is a wild card at best and Myungsoo can't stand, so it's a fair fight.
Well, as fair as a fight can be, when you're all a bunch of pirates. A hand closes in Hoya's hair and hauls him up, sending pain sparking off behind his eyes. Hoya growls and turns to face his attacker, but Woohyun is already there, knocking him back with quick hands. Blood drips from his hairline but he grins at Hoya. They always fight best back to back, shoulder to shoulder. They each let out a roar and launch themselves back into the fray.
-
The fight ends with a handful of broken noses but few hard feelings, and Hoya throws himself into a wobbly chair to nurse the bruise he can feel blooming on his jaw. The rum dulls the ache, thankfully. They've had their share of altercations with the crew of the Dalmatian but it's all friendly. After all, Daniel can be as mouthy as Sungyeol.
“I got you good,” Dongrim says proudly, gesturing to Hoya's face.
Hoya laughs. “You did,” he agrees, and he slides his flagon of rum over. “Your prize.” Dongrim whoops and slaps Hoya on the back good-naturedly, before going back to join his friends.
The alcohol in Hoya's belly has loosened his muscles, making him feel pleasantly relaxed, and he doesn't even startle when Woohyun steps up behind him, resting his hands on his shoulders. He leans his head back until he's got an upside down view of Woohyun's face and he grins. “Thanks,” he says. “I think you saved me from a broken nose.”
Woohyun shrugs. “Couldn't let this pretty face get all bruised up.” He pats Hoya's cheek.
“You're doing a terrible job of that,” Hoya tells him.
The answer he gets isn't words, but instead a lapful of drunken Woohyun settling against his thighs and catching his mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss. Hoya can taste the rum on his tongue as Woohyun delves into his mouth and he gives as good as he gets, cupping the back of Woohyun's head with a hand as he leans into it.
He's bruised, beat up, and he's going to wake up in the morning with a terrible hangover. Woohyun closes his teeth on Hoya's bottom lip and Hoya grins. Yo ho, he thinks. It's the pirate's life for me.
He's not high enough. Hoya scales the mast, calloused hands gripping rope and beams, until he makes it to the crows nest. Hot midday sun beats down on his shoulders and glares off the water so he shields his eyes, squinting outwards.
“Is it land?” Sungyeol hollers, impatient. “Come on, is it land?”
The ripples on the horizon flicker and solidify into something he can be sure of. “Land ho!” Hoya shouts, joyful, and whoops erupt on the deck below.
Even as he's swinging back down to the deck, Hoya can see Dongwoo grab Myungsoo's hands and jump, making Myungsoo tips his head back and laugh. It's been long enough since they made landfall and all of them are a little giddy at the thought. His feet have barely touched down again when Woohyun barrels into him, carrying him several steps back. “Tortuga!” Woohyun grins, grabbing Hoya by the shoulders and shaking him.
“Tortuga,” Hoya agrees, Woohyun's enthusiasm seeping into him almost by osmosis, dragging the corners of his mouth up in return. Woohyun settles one wiry arm around Hoya's shoulders and pulls him in tight, and Hoya doesn't even mind the sweaty slick press of Woohyun's skin on his bare neck. He's just looking forward to getting drunk and rowdy in a place where he's far less likely to end up in an ocean if he trips.
“Don't celebrate yet, boys,” the Captain tells them from his post behind the wheel. Hoya is never not going to believe that Sunggyu's giant floppy hat isn't ridiculous, but the man is attached to it, and a sailor doesn't argue with his captain. “We still have to get there. Hold 'er steady.” Woohyun's fingers dig into Hoya's bicep. “Shore leave awaits.”
“Aye, cap'n!” The cry is ragged but enthusiastic, then their little crew scatters. There's a good wind, with a bit of luck, they will be there by mid-afternoon.
Woohyun slides away, slapping a hand against Hoya's back. “Bet I can get that sail down faster than yours.” Hoya loves that competitive light in his eyes. There is only one jack on this boat who even hopes to climb as well as Hoya does, and it's Woohyun.
The smile Hoya shows him is all sharp teeth. “Don't you ever get tired of losing?”
“Oh, so cocky.” They stare at each other for a second and then they bolt apart. Hoya doesn't hesitate as he begins to scale the mast, hands firm and sure with years of practice. He grins when he hears Dongwoo laugh and shout his name. His win is assured.
-
Boots settle noisily on the table in front of Hoya, rattling his flagon of rum and making him scowl. “Oh, don't be like that,” Woohyun tells him, his smile equal parts infuriatingly smug and pleased. “I won, fair and square.”
He's right, of course, and Hoya wouldn't let something so petty as a lost race ruin his first night on shore in a month. So he rolls his eyes and glares, no heat in his eyes. “You are a poor winner,” he declares. His first drink has already settled in his belly, warm and comfortable. “It was a tie, anyway.”
Woohyun clicks his tongue and grins. “Sure,” he agrees. “Whatever you say.”
Across the room, Dongwoo has somehow ended up in Sungyeol's lap, hands waving wildly as he tells the barmaid a story. Hoya likes this life, he likes the sea and the work and his fellow pirates. But there's something to be said about a floor that doesn't shift under your feet and the occasional night in a bed that's not made of rope.
“One drink,” Hoya cautions Woohyun. “That's all I owed you. One drink.” He lifts his own cup to his mouth but before he can drink, there's the plink of a coin tossed into his rum. He frowns and turns.
“Payment owed,” the woman says, and Hoya breaks into a grin.
“My lady,” he says, his tone just shy of truly respectful, climbing to his feet and inclining his head.
He gets a slap to the back of his head in return. “Lee Howon,” Eunji replies. “We heard rumours the Eternity was docked here. How is she treating you?” Her smile is fond, and not for the first time, Hoya marvels at her. It was Eunji's flagship, the Seven Springs, where Hoya first got a taste of the pirating life, and now she commands a fleet. She is younger than he is but has a will of steel, and she is backed by a first mate who would go to the ends of the earth for her.
“We're looking after him,” Woohyun tells her, and Hoya glances at him sidelong when he hears the trace of challenge in his voice.
“Where's your shadow?” Hoya asks, nudging Woohyun's boots with his cup. He fishes the coin out and pockets it before tipping his head back and draining his rum. “Captain Eunji without her man, what a rare sight.” Next to him, Woohyun is standing in a rush, steadying himself by leaning against the wobbly table and Hoya's shoulder.
Eunji just smiles. “He's fetching the drinks,” she says, like it should be obvious, and Hoya can't help the chuckle that drags out of him. She hasn't changed a bit.
“Do my eyes deceive me?” Inguk is just as enthusiastic as he's ever been, his grin broad and pleased. “It can't be Hoya, he abandoned us for the Eternity.” He hands Eunji her flagon and she nods gratefully. “C'mere.”
Hoya finds himself with a mouthful of Inguk's worn jacket as Inguk hauls him in for a ridiculously tight hug. “It's good to see you,” he manages, extricating himself. “Been too long.”
“Aye,” Inguk agrees, but Eunji flicks her head at an empty table.
“Enough talk,” she tells him. “I intend on getting good and drunk tonight. Let's leave these two to their fate. It was good to see you, Howon.” Hoya touches his fingers to his brow in a quick salute, almost out of habit, and she nods, pleased.
When they're gone, Hoya shakes his empty cup. “I need another,” he decides. He looks over at Woohyun with sly eyes. “What was that about, before? 'We're taking good care of him'.”
Before Woohyun can respond, they're interrupted by Myungsoo throwing skinny arms around their necks. He's yelling, something about a card game, and Hoya shrugs. Why not? On a night like tonight, who knows how his luck may turn?
-
Sungyeol starts it. He usually does, sharp words but all the force and coordination of a baby deer. He's lucky, though, because Sungjong is there, and Dongwoo. Sungjong leaps into the fray with a single-minded intensity, little and lithe and dangerous in a way almost no one expects, and Dongwoo runs to gather the rest of them.
Nothing like a good fight to round out the night. Hoya's drunk, his coordination is a mess and the ground rolls beneath him like they're still at sea, but he's always been a good sailor. Accuracy is easier when he's got the scrawny little fuck pinned beneath his knees, fist hammering into his mouth. There are only five of them, to the Eternity's crew's seven, but Sungyeol is a wild card at best and Myungsoo can't stand, so it's a fair fight.
Well, as fair as a fight can be, when you're all a bunch of pirates. A hand closes in Hoya's hair and hauls him up, sending pain sparking off behind his eyes. Hoya growls and turns to face his attacker, but Woohyun is already there, knocking him back with quick hands. Blood drips from his hairline but he grins at Hoya. They always fight best back to back, shoulder to shoulder. They each let out a roar and launch themselves back into the fray.
-
The fight ends with a handful of broken noses but few hard feelings, and Hoya throws himself into a wobbly chair to nurse the bruise he can feel blooming on his jaw. The rum dulls the ache, thankfully. They've had their share of altercations with the crew of the Dalmatian but it's all friendly. After all, Daniel can be as mouthy as Sungyeol.
“I got you good,” Dongrim says proudly, gesturing to Hoya's face.
Hoya laughs. “You did,” he agrees, and he slides his flagon of rum over. “Your prize.” Dongrim whoops and slaps Hoya on the back good-naturedly, before going back to join his friends.
The alcohol in Hoya's belly has loosened his muscles, making him feel pleasantly relaxed, and he doesn't even startle when Woohyun steps up behind him, resting his hands on his shoulders. He leans his head back until he's got an upside down view of Woohyun's face and he grins. “Thanks,” he says. “I think you saved me from a broken nose.”
Woohyun shrugs. “Couldn't let this pretty face get all bruised up.” He pats Hoya's cheek.
“You're doing a terrible job of that,” Hoya tells him.
The answer he gets isn't words, but instead a lapful of drunken Woohyun settling against his thighs and catching his mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss. Hoya can taste the rum on his tongue as Woohyun delves into his mouth and he gives as good as he gets, cupping the back of Woohyun's head with a hand as he leans into it.
He's bruised, beat up, and he's going to wake up in the morning with a terrible hangover. Woohyun closes his teeth on Hoya's bottom lip and Hoya grins. Yo ho, he thinks. It's the pirate's life for me.
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THE LAST THING IS WOOYA MAKING OUT DRUNKEDLY
I LOVE EVERYTHING :( especially eunji and seo inguk wails brokenly at you these fics are the best
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I LOVE IT A LOT; all the wooya is so great and i really like all the little details (ie sunggyu and his hat, sungyeol being the one who starts the fight). ALSO EUNJI THE PIRATE QUEEN and whipped inguk with his too obvious crush on hoya ;;;;;;;;;
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It was good really good. I liked the added characters and just everything
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IT'S EVERYTHING I NEVER KNEW I WANTED
Hoya doesn't even mind the sweaty slick press of Woohyun's skin on his bare neck.
your descriptions are so deliciously vivid. the details you choose to include and where and how ughhhh i'm so addicted to the way you write T____T goes to read all your other things!!
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wooya drunkenly making out yessss
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UNF FIRST OF ALL CAN I JUST SAY HOW HOT IT IS IMAGINING HOYA AS A PIRATE?? Like seriously, him climbing the masts and ropes and ugh just. YES.
i just love this AU!! infinite as pirates, although weird and new, it really showed off their dynamics as a group and their friendship with each other ;~; i loved it. Sungyeol starting fights, sungjong joining just as fast, sunggyu's cautiousness as a captain etc everything just worked so well and it was just sooo them :)
And i also love the subtly of wooya here and there, and just their relationship with each other seems so natural the way you wrote them and then the end akjskfjsdkl; yes i am all up for a wooya make out session! i loved this so much~
haha i know i haven't really coherently worded how i feel about this fic, but i just absolutely love it and the way you wrote it as it shows off all their relationships with each other were just amazing. :) I hope to see more works from you soon in the future!
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