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moon magic | jhs

✩ — pairing: hoseok x reader ✩ — genre: mermaid au, pirate au, magic au, fluff ✩ — words: 33.8k+ (a part of me died. this is a horcrux now) ✩ — rating: sfw ✩ — warnings: uh minor dismemberment (a hand, belonging to a bad guy), otherwise its kind of just soft and gooey and magical… lord help me ✩ — notes: very very very VERY VERY LATE birthday fic for miss @readyplayerhobi !!! i’m so sorry it’s so late tali !!! and so sorry it’s such a monster, this was meant to be around 20k max and here i am completely out of control and barely sane kjfnldkffljdb i hope its not too disappointing!! (also fair warning; i didnt get to completely finish skimming this so some typos may be present dnjhbg)

You’ve never paid much mind to the moon, but you quickly learn that even though you’ve never really thought of the her, she has always watched over you. What better to heal an grieving heart, than the luminous, rippling magic of the moon? And maybe a merman, or two. You know, for good measure.

— posted; 13.07.2019

In all honesty, you’ve never really paid much mind to the moon.

It is something that is ever-present— yet also something that can wax, illuminating the earth beneath its majesty, and wane, robbing the skies of the orb that bathes the landscape in a silver glow. To the normal civilian, the moon is likely a symbol of beauty and the unknown, or perhaps just something the odd commoner didn’t spare even a second thought. You don’t normally pay much mind to the moon, except to admire it. You don’t think you’ve ever held the silver sun in any sort of contempt, until now, that is. The moon is decidedly bright tonight, which under other circumstances might normally make you smile, but actually serves to be more of an inconvenience on this eve in particular than anything.

It’s awfully hard to slink through the night and assassinate someone when the moon eliminates the security and comfort that the usual deep shadows the night-time hours provide, after all.

You admit that as far as assassination attempts go, this one is pretty poorly timed. You’re not entirely to blame though—this wasn’t your first choice by far. You like to think you’re a bit more conniving than that. No, your carefully plotted and thought-out schemes were suddenly pushed way ahead of schedule only yesterday when, to your complete and utter alarm, the subject of those plots and schemes was reported to be only a town away down the coastline. You’re quick on your feet, and you knew immediately upon hearing it that this meant the despicable Pirate Lord you’ve been tracking for the better half of your adult life would be passing the town you’re residing in within the next day. You were right, as expected, and had proven yourself unable to resist the opportunity that had presented itself so easily and readily to you. You expected to spend many months more tracking the elusive pirate, but he’s gone and sailed right into your waiting arms! It’s as though the universe is giving you the go-ahead, and you can’t even think of resisting the temptation of this golden opportunity when the thing you’ve wanted most since you were a mere seventeen years old is so close, so near your greedy clutches.

So, you decided after minimal deliberation that come nightfall the next day, you were going to head out and embark on your long-awaited goal to kill the Pirate Lord Ezra. Hence, here you are, currently trying to sleuth through the night and fulfil a desire for revenge that has had years to simmer, bubble and brew into something ugly and all-consuming to its core. You aren’t proud of the way the anger and hate has clung so firmly to the root of your being all these years, but at this point… you don’t really have anything else to live for. If you weren’t living your life planning this act of vengeance, then what would you be doing?

The reason you spent years plotting and perfecting the best way to fulfil this burning need for revenge, was because the initial act that incurred your wrath cost you your family. You have no one, and if you don’t cling to this and let it bind your being together, then what is stopping you from crumbling to dust and floating to the abyss? You don’t want to ponder it and don’t often entertain the thought, because the answer…

The answer is nothing, and that is exactly why you are here—scaling the side of the large, looming ship that belonged to the pirate that had wronged you so.

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Drabble: Little Jellyfish | OT7

Summary: They were the only ones immune to your sting, and you were their little jellyfish.

Pairing: sea prince!bts x jellyfish!reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst / poly!au / sea!au

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

“What saddens you, my little jellyfish?" 

You looked up at the call of the sweet nickname the princes of the seas have given you. Hoseok hovered above you, his forefinger and thumb holding your chin up as he stared down at you with a slight worried pout formed on his lips. 

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When The Sun Meets The Sea

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 4.8k

; Synopsis: Sometimes, there’s nothing better than heading to the ocean on a warm day to enjoy the sun. It’s even better when your husband, Hoseok, spends the day with you and you get the joy of calming nature with the added benefit of the love of your life.

; A/N: A short fluff piece, I hope you enjoy! Please reblog if you did, and remember to leave me comments, asks or feedback! :D

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A hot sun is beating down on you today, the exposed skin of your legs and arms taking the majority of the heat until a light sheen of sweat appears. It’s mildly uncomfortable, but the cooling breeze that rolls off the sea makes it far more bearable.

Squinting slightly while you bring up a hand to shade your eyes, you take in the glittering aquamarine ocean that fades into a sumptuous sapphire as it reaches out into the horizon, kissing the turquoise sky wonderfully. There’s only a few spots of soft, cotton white dotting the sky today, the majority of the clouds having been burned away by the blazing sun.

It’s the perfect day to be at the sea, and you paddle your feet lazily in the cool water that laps at the edge of the small, rocky bay you’d discovered long ago. Jagged, unforgiving stone circles the area, dipping down into the sea where it smoothes out from years of relentless pounding by the incessant tide. 

The only way to reach this hidden bay or cove or whatever you want to call it was by the water. Years ago, you’d discovered it by accident when you’d swam too far out from the nearby beach. The solitude it offered was peaceful and it had soon become your favourite place to escape when life became a little too much; your own piece of the ocean that remained undisturbed by people.

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