Blackbird - ATEEZ Pirate!AU

Awakening

Do you think I'd give up?
That this might've shook the love from me,
Or that I was on the brink?
How could you think, darling,
I'd scare so easily?
Now that it's done,
There's not one thing that I would change.
My life was a storm, since I was born,
How could I fear any hurricane?

If someone asked me at the end...

I'll tell them put me back in it.
Darling, I would do it again.
If I could hold you for a minute,
Darling, I'd go through it again.
I would still be surprised I could find you.
Darling, in any life,
If I could hold you for a minute,
Darling, I would do it again.

For all that was said,
Of where we'd end up at the end of it.
When the heart would cease,
Ours never knew peace,
What good would it be on the far side of things?
It was too soon,
When that part of you was ripped away.
A grip taking hold,
Like a cancer that grows,
Each piece of your body that it takes.

Though I know my heart would break...
I would not change it each time.
Heaven is not fit to house a love,
Like you and I.

"Francesca" - Hozier

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The first thing I became viscerally aware of when my eyes finally opened was a powerful hunger. A gnawing, panging ache in my stomach, that drove me to quickly sit up straight in bed. I regretted the swiftness of the action as soon as I did it, finding that my head had started to spin.

"Fuck me sideways," I groaned, catching my head in my hands to squeeze. Once I stopped feeling like I was twirling on some sort of haunted merry-go-round, I took a good look around.
 
Where am I? Dark oak paneling, beds pushed to the corner, shelves lining the wall with bottles and vials. The infirmary? That's right, I'm on The Blackbird and this is the infirmary. What am I doing here?

The subtle rustle of sheets shifting beside me caught my attention, and I turned to face the movement. A familiar shock of cerulean hair caught my attention, and for a moment I swore I could vaguely remember something... it was right on the tip of my tongue. Eyes? The Ocean?

"Hongjoong-ah?" I whispered, reaching out to card my fingers gently through loose strands of his hair. "What're you doing here?"

I realized very quickly that he'd been sleeping, sitting in a chair he'd pulled up to the side of the bed. His torso was folded over the edge of the bed, arms cradling his head to form a makeshift pillow. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest hitched for a moment, and soon he was stirring.

Slowly, he sat himself upright and blinked sleepily, his half-lidded eyes wandering around the room until they found mine. I could tell he wasn't quite aware of where he was yet, still stuck in that dreamy liminal space between the waking world and slumber.

"Ji-- Hmmm? Where--" Hongjoong mumbled incoherently, his words garbled and messy, and I bit my cheek to keep from laughing. It was simply too adorable. Lifting his hands to rub the heels of his palms over his eyes, he yawned. And then, finally, it dawned on him that I was awake, his droopy eyes widening in an owlish gape. "Gale!"

"Good morning, sleepyhead." I snickered, pulling my legs up to turn my body in the bed, so that I faced him. "Do you mind telling me what the hell we're doing in here?"

Within seconds The Kingfisher had his hands pressed to both my cheeks, his dark eyes glazed with a slight mist. I couldn't get a word in edgewise, what with his constant peppering of quick, sloppy kisses all over me. I felt as if no part of my face had gone untouched by his lips. My cheeks, my nose, my eyelashes and eyebrows, my chin, and then finally my lips. This was not the hungry kiss we'd shared before, not driven by some carnal lust or sordid desire. This was the kiss of someone who truly did not know if I would wake up.