Fic: Hearts in Seawater [Chapter One]
Hearts in Seawater
Fandom: Glee AU
In this chapter:
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: T
Word Count: 710
Summary: David is a pirate and a lone shipwreck survivor, at the mercy of a mysterious, beautiful boy.
Notes: So, here we are; after being inspired some great Pirate!Dave and Merman!Kurt AU fanfics, I decided to write my own. I can't promise it will be anything special, but I'll sure as hell have fun writing it! I hope you enjoy.
One | Two | Three | Four
Chapter One: Shipwrecked
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Wake up, David. Wake up.
He was face down in wet sand, the icy swell of the surf swirling around him and then drawing back, washing over him again, stirring him slowly like a mother's tender kisses. There was seaweed caught in his hair and knotted around his limbs. His boots were missing. His entire body ached bone-deep as if he were a man of a hundred and three.
David was a pirate, one who had struck terror and awe into the heart of every soul that crossed his path, before that heart was pierced through by a well aimed thrust of his cutlass. Only now he was laying on an empty beach, amongst driftwood, torn sailcloth and frayed rope. He was without a ship, and without a crew. It seemed he was suddenly and terribly alone, and this was his only thought as he lay prone and shivering in the surf. Seagulls wheeled above him. The sea crashed and boomed in his ears. He eventually mustered the strength to lift his head, spitting clumps of sand from his mouth and blinking salt water out of his stinging eyes.
He appeared to have been washed up on a small island, in a bay formed by a crescent of sharp black rocks. Ahead of him was the beginning of a dense forest that swathed most everything in a shimmering green cloak. The land rose steeply up and up beneath the forest, ending in a peak that was half obscured by mist. This island might once have been a volcano, he thought dimly.
He started to wriggle his limbs gingerly. Miraculously, no bones in his legs or arms seemed to be broken. An acute spike of pain in his chest indicated a cracked rib, however. He slowly reached out his arms, lifted his upper body, and began to drag himself further onto the beach, out of the water. The dry sand was white, fine, and pleasingly hot beneath the sun. He collapsed again, already exhausted after only a short distance. A tiny crab wandered past him towards the water, and as he followed it with his gaze he saw for the first time a deep wound in his calf, ragged and grisly. Nausea overwhelmed him as he looked at it, unable to tear his eyes away from the ruined flesh and the broad streaks of blood that issued from it and stained the sand. Darkness began to seep across his vision as he succumbed to unconsciousness. His head hit the soft sand, and he knew no more.
He never saw the slender figure of a boy watching him from the far end of the beach, silhouetted against the solid blue sky.
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David awoke abruptly to nightfall on the island. He was on his back, stretched out beneath the last of the evening sky, its endless expanse stained red and blue with a dusting of stars that materialised shyly one by one.
It suddenly occurred to him that he was not where he had been laying before. At the present time this hardly seemed to matter, because he was so shocked to be alive; earlier he'd been certain that he was giving in to an inevitable death, alone and in agony on an unknown shore. He groaned a little, his mouth parched and his lips sticking with what tarry moisture was left on them, despairing at the prospect of a more prolonged demise than he had anticipated. He groped dazedly at his belt and found a tiny knife there that miraculously hadn't been dragged away by the churning sea. He unsheathed it with trembling hands, fumbling and dropping it a few times before pressing it against the struggling pulse in his throat. He tried to think of a prayer, but knew none. He tried to recall loved ones, but there weren't any. He let out a sob - a miserable, rasping sound that was lost under the crash of the waves and the chattering of unseen creatures in the forest - and let his arm drop back down to his side, opening his palm limply so that the blade tumbled away into the sand.
He cried to himself until a deep and dreamless sleep bore him from his troubles, until darkness enveloped the island.
Next Chapter: The Boy
Fandom: Glee AU
In this chapter:
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: T
Word Count: 710
Summary: David is a pirate and a lone shipwreck survivor, at the mercy of a mysterious, beautiful boy.
Notes: So, here we are; after being inspired some great Pirate!Dave and Merman!Kurt AU fanfics, I decided to write my own. I can't promise it will be anything special, but I'll sure as hell have fun writing it! I hope you enjoy.
One | Two | Three | Four
Chapter One: Shipwrecked
~~~
Wake up, David. Wake up.
He was face down in wet sand, the icy swell of the surf swirling around him and then drawing back, washing over him again, stirring him slowly like a mother's tender kisses. There was seaweed caught in his hair and knotted around his limbs. His boots were missing. His entire body ached bone-deep as if he were a man of a hundred and three.
David was a pirate, one who had struck terror and awe into the heart of every soul that crossed his path, before that heart was pierced through by a well aimed thrust of his cutlass. Only now he was laying on an empty beach, amongst driftwood, torn sailcloth and frayed rope. He was without a ship, and without a crew. It seemed he was suddenly and terribly alone, and this was his only thought as he lay prone and shivering in the surf. Seagulls wheeled above him. The sea crashed and boomed in his ears. He eventually mustered the strength to lift his head, spitting clumps of sand from his mouth and blinking salt water out of his stinging eyes.
He appeared to have been washed up on a small island, in a bay formed by a crescent of sharp black rocks. Ahead of him was the beginning of a dense forest that swathed most everything in a shimmering green cloak. The land rose steeply up and up beneath the forest, ending in a peak that was half obscured by mist. This island might once have been a volcano, he thought dimly.
He started to wriggle his limbs gingerly. Miraculously, no bones in his legs or arms seemed to be broken. An acute spike of pain in his chest indicated a cracked rib, however. He slowly reached out his arms, lifted his upper body, and began to drag himself further onto the beach, out of the water. The dry sand was white, fine, and pleasingly hot beneath the sun. He collapsed again, already exhausted after only a short distance. A tiny crab wandered past him towards the water, and as he followed it with his gaze he saw for the first time a deep wound in his calf, ragged and grisly. Nausea overwhelmed him as he looked at it, unable to tear his eyes away from the ruined flesh and the broad streaks of blood that issued from it and stained the sand. Darkness began to seep across his vision as he succumbed to unconsciousness. His head hit the soft sand, and he knew no more.
He never saw the slender figure of a boy watching him from the far end of the beach, silhouetted against the solid blue sky.
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David awoke abruptly to nightfall on the island. He was on his back, stretched out beneath the last of the evening sky, its endless expanse stained red and blue with a dusting of stars that materialised shyly one by one.
It suddenly occurred to him that he was not where he had been laying before. At the present time this hardly seemed to matter, because he was so shocked to be alive; earlier he'd been certain that he was giving in to an inevitable death, alone and in agony on an unknown shore. He groaned a little, his mouth parched and his lips sticking with what tarry moisture was left on them, despairing at the prospect of a more prolonged demise than he had anticipated. He groped dazedly at his belt and found a tiny knife there that miraculously hadn't been dragged away by the churning sea. He unsheathed it with trembling hands, fumbling and dropping it a few times before pressing it against the struggling pulse in his throat. He tried to think of a prayer, but knew none. He tried to recall loved ones, but there weren't any. He let out a sob - a miserable, rasping sound that was lost under the crash of the waves and the chattering of unseen creatures in the forest - and let his arm drop back down to his side, opening his palm limply so that the blade tumbled away into the sand.
He cried to himself until a deep and dreamless sleep bore him from his troubles, until darkness enveloped the island.
Next Chapter: The Boy