ATEEZ Imagines

Seonghwa ✦ Captive | Pirate AU

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You woke up to the most maddening sound, like a commotion in the streets. You tried to ignore it, assuming it was just some drunkards in the streets. You attempted to use your pillow to block out some of the noise, which didn't work too well seeing as it only muffled the pestilent sounds.
When the noise persisted, you sat up, grumbling to yourself as you got out of bed, going to investigate the continuous racket. Shuffling to the front door, you flung it open only to be met with chaos. Families were tied up outside their houses as they were being raided, those that weren't tied up were running rampant in the streets shrieking and shouting for help. Men dressed in dingy loose-fitting shirts and cropped trousers ran about in the streets laughing and howling like lunatics. Some held large swords, using it to slash ropes around crates, others held muskets, using them to threaten civilians.
Your throat went dry as you grasped the situation unfolding in front of you. These men weren't regular thieves, they were pirates and your town was being looted.

You hurried to close your front door, only to be stopped by one of the men who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
"'Scuse me, lass, but it seems we haven't been in your house yet." The grimy pirate grinned wickedly, showing off his stained teeth.
"No." You spoke firmly.
"No?" He raised a brow. "You've got moxie don't you, little lady?"
"Leave."
He let out a dry chuckle. "If you don't keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, your supplies won't be the only thing I take back to the ship."
Your face immediately contorted, a deep frown of disgust pulling at your lips.
"Kiss my—"
The clicking sound of a musket made you shut up immediately.
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you."
You gulped. "Alright. I'll let you in."
The pirate moved to take a step inside, and when he did, you slammed the door in his face, causing him to stumble backwards.
"Why you." He growled, advancing towards you.
You didn't have a chance to escape or even fight back. The pirate yanked you outside into the dusty streets, pulling a rope from his satchel before tying it tightly around you, your arms constricted by the abrasive cable. He shoved you down, forcing you to sit on your knees in the dirt.
"Maybe that'll teach you a lesson." He hissed before stepping inside your house.
At that point, you could do nothing but sit idly and allow that sea rat to ransack your home.

Minutes passed and the man stepped out with an armful of supplies. You saw spices, a few of your candles, and even soap, which was odd because the plunderer in front of you didn't look like he had bathed a day in his life.
"Look at you sitting there all defenseless like that." He taunted.
You clenched your jaw.
"I've just raided your home and there's not a thing you can do about it." He smirked, sticking his face up in yours.
That was the last straw.
Without thinking, you thrust your head forward, giving the man a harsh and powerful headbutt. The man clutched his head in agony, the stolen items falling to the ground.
"That's it. You asked for it!" He growled, lunging for you.
He was swiftly jerked backwards by the arm before he could lay a finger on you. Someone had reached out and grabbed your assailant's upper arm. You glanced over to see who your savior was.
He was tall with a slender frame and carried a sort of superior energy. His dark hair was mostly pushed away from his face, save for a few dark strands hanging over his forehead. He wore a long cream colored coat with a corset of some sort around the abdomen area. He donned black gloves on his hands, black pants and matching boots. His face remained placid but firm as he addressed the pirate.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"She headbutted me, Captain!"
Captain? Crap.
This "Captain" turned to you, a faint smirk of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Looks like we've got a feisty one on our hands." He said, bending down to your eye level.
You spat in his face in response.
He closed his eyes in mild annoyance as he retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket, using it to wipe his face. He stood upright, gazing down at you sharply.
"Put her on the ship."
"Yes, Captain."
"And clean up that mess." He gestured to the fallen (stolen) items on the ground.
"Yes, Captain."
The objects that had fallen to the ground were gathered and tossed into a sack. Still tied up, you were jerked to your feet by the grubby pirate and shoved forward down the street.
"This is absurd!" You voiced. "You have no right to be doing this!"
"We're pirates, dear. We don't care about rights."
You jerked in his grip, wanting desperately to escape.
"I don't even have shoes on." You complained.
"That's the least of your problems." The captain spoke up.
That's when the panic really set in.
What was going to happen to me? You thought.
You then began to think of the worst possible scenarios. You could end up locked in the brig, fed to the sharks, tortured, or worse. These men could do things to you—things that you would by no means consent to.
You could feel the blood drain from your face at the thought.