Pirate!Arthur x Reader
“HEY! LET ME GO!” You yelled at the cocky looking blonde with spiky hair who was practically manhandling you by your arm. “I’M WARNING YOU, MISTER! IF YOU DON’T TAKE ME BACK TO THE TOWN SQUARE I’M GONNA--” You’re threats fell silent as you realized that your captor was dragging you onto a ship.
I’m being kidnapped by a pirate… You thought before struggling to free yourself.
“Let me go, please, let me go back!” You begged.
But it was no use. You were dragged across the gangplank and dropped unceremoniously to the deck.
“Kholer, why did you bring a captive. Did I not say that there were to be no captives unless absolutely necessary?” A British accent met your ears and you froze.
No, it couldn’t be. God didn’t hate you that much to have you dragged onto his ship.
“She saw everything, Captain. There was no other choice. You’ve warned us what you would do to us if we ever hurt a woman so I just brought her.”
You stared fixedly at the wooden planks beneath you, frozen in fear. Footsteps approached you and a pair of worn leather boots entered your line of vision. You refused to look up.
The captain crouched before you. You still didn’t move. A hand gripped your chin--rather gently, you noted--and forced you to look up.
Emerald green eyes met your (e/c) ones and the only thought that was left running in your head was ‘Dear God, I am so screwed.’
You were face to face with none other than Arthur Kirkland, the most and powerful feared pirate in all of the seven seas. Women from your town had gossiped about his remarkable good looks but in that moment all you felt was fear.
“What’s your name, love?” he said.
Your voice refused to make an appearance.
“I’ll only ask once, darling. I suggest you respond.”
“(Y-Y/N).” You said.
“(Y/N). Such a lovely name. A lovely name for a lovely girl.” He had released your chin and fingered a lock of long (h/c) (Author’s note: Sorry if you have short hair, for this fic it’s gonna be long).
You jerked away from his touch and the look on his face changed into a scowl.
“Jones,” Captain Kirkland stood and motioned to a crew member. “Take her to my cabin.” He ordered.
“Your cabin, sir?”
“The brig is no place for a lady. She shall have my quarters despite my wishes to do otherwise.” He turned to you. “Stay out of my things, love. You may not like how I get when people go through my things.”
The crew member--Jones--gently grasped your arm and led you to the Captain’s cabin.
Just before he shut you in, he looked at her with sympathy. “I’m really sorry that this happened.”
“Then let me go.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. But I fear my Captain’s wrath more than anything else.”
Days turned into weeks and pretty soon those weeks turned into months. You remained with Captain Kirkland and his crew, and also remained residing in the Captain’s cabin.
You hated it. Every passing minute was hell knowing that you would have to endure another day on the blasted ship with that infernal Arthur Kirkland.
The two of you had clashed instantly. Whether is was because of your bitterness at being abducted or whatever, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be kind to the man. Or find any respect for him either. The same went for Arthur.
After a few weeks, he did, however, allow you a few hours outside the cabin. Granted you were only granted access to the deck, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. After being trapped in the cabin with basically nothing to do, you were thrilled at just being allowed to step foot outside the door.
You got to know some of the other crew members aboard the ship. They were all very well behaved for a crew of pirates.
The closest crew members you had were Alfred Jones and Francis Bonnefoy. Granted Francis was a little...iffy...But he was still enjoyable company.
You got to know them pretty well. Apparently, Alfred had a brother back where he came from. He had left home because he felt he needed to see the world and his sibling had sent him off after telling him that he would be right there waiting the minute he wanted to come back home.
Francis had no siblings, just a strong desire to not be one of those men who wind up doing nothing worth bragging about in life. In all honesty you thought that was bull shit and figured he was doing it for the women.
You would spend your time out of the cabin with these two or sometimes you would just spend your time looking out over the beautiful blue sea.
The latter was what you were doing at that moment.
However, you were not aware of the emerald eyes that watched you from a ways away.
Arthur sighed. He wished you didn’t hate him. He had heard you talking with his crew members before and actually found you to be quite an enjoyable person. If only he could receive that side of you himself.
A few minutes passed before you frowned, noticing something on the horizon. Was that another ship?
“What’s that?” you asked, snagging Alfred by the arm as he passed you.
He didn’t respond, but his blue eyes widened and he turned to Arthur.
Arthur whipped out a spyglass and swore under his breath.
“It’s that infernal Carriedo. All hands on deck!” He ordered before dashing to your side and grabbing your elbow. “Come on, love. You need to be somewhere safe.” He quickly led you below decks.
“Why are you taking me down here? Would I not be safer in the cabin?” You asked.
“If they manage to board us, the door to that cabin will be the first one they break down. If anything goes wrong, I want you to hide in these barrels.”
Fear filled you. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you, love. I promise.”
Oh yeah? You thought. Then why are you telling me to hide in a barrel?
“Everything’s going to be find, love.” And with that he was gone.
You were beginning to doubt Arthur now. The shouting had not gone down and you could now hear gunshots. If the enemy was close enough for guns you didn’t want to know what else would happen if things continued the way they were going. You had to help.
You quickly grabbed a hat from where it had been misplaced. Glancing at it briefly you saw the name Jones stitched sloppily on the inside. It would have to do.
You tucked all your long (h/c) hair into it and secured it on your head. Grateful that you were not wearing the dress you had been wearing when you were captured but instead a pair of trousers and a white shirt (courtesy of one of the smaller crew members--Tino, if you remembered correctly), you wasted no time in sneaking to the deck.
It was chaos. That was the only word to describe this. But you didn’t have time to admire the view. You needed to move so as not to be noticed. You snagged a pistol from nearby and stuck it in your belt praying that you wouldn’t have to use it. You then quickly ducked behind some cargo and looked out at the opposing ship.
They were close. Very close. If they got any closer...you refused to think about it. You had, unfortunately, grown accustomed to life with the crew and they made you feel safe. There was no way you were going to let something threaten your safety.
Surveying the deck of the opposite ship, you spotted a man with brown hair and sun-kissed skin. He was barking orders at the crew and you assumed that this was the captain.
Your thoughts were confirmed as one of his crew members handed him a fancy hat. Suddenly, you got an idea.
You took careful aim--the man may have been the enemy, but you still didn’t want to kill him--and fired your gun.
The hat fell off his head. A perfect hole ripped through it.
You saw him look around trying to figure who the heck just ruined his hat. But you didn’t dwindle. A ruined hat wouldn’t stop an attack. You aimed higher; at the sails.
And went crazy.
Pretty soon you were out of ammo. However, someone crouched beside you (nearly scaring you to death) and handed you another gun.
“I’ll help you with that.” Alfred smirked as he joined you in destroying the enemy’s sails.
After a while, you noticed that you weren’t the only two ripping the fabric to shreds with bullets. Several other crew members had picked up on the impromptu plan and were firing away.
You snuck a glance at Arthur, who had obviously noticed you by now, and were met with a speechless yet amazed expression. He closed his mouth when he caught your eyes and nodded in acknowledgment. You had saved the day.
Something changed after that. You don’t know what it was exactly, but it was the best change that had ever happened to you.
You started spending less time with Alfred and Francis and more and more time with Arthur. And, quite frankly, you were happier than you had been since you ended up on the ship.
The Captain was not at all like you had made him out to be in your mind. You began to wonder why he was even a pirate. He was the definition of the word “gentleman”.
And, as the weeks turned into months once more, you realized something you never would have thought possible in a million years: you were hopelessly, irrevocably, insanely in love with him. And the best part?
He was in love with you, too.
About a year had passed since the encounter with Captain Carriedo. There had been a few other encounters with other pirates here and there, but there was nothing worth remembering about them. Compared to that day, the others were nothing.
Until they came.
They came out of absolutely nowhere. One minute, you and Arthur were looking at one of his maps together and then the next there was cannon fire and gunshots ringing in the air.
Then, the attackers were boarding. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Arthur barely had any time to get you below deck, kiss you quickly, and get back above deck.
You shook with fear as you hid. These people were unlike anything you had ever encountered. They were ruthless.
You listened to the gunfire and the shouting and the sounds of fighting. Until, suddenly, it was quiet. Was it over? Who had won? Where was Arthur?
Heavy footfall could be heard and you froze, trying to quiet your breathing and willing yourself invisible. Your hands held tightly to an emerald necklace, a gift from your beloved pirate just a few weeks ago.
The footsteps got closer.
You squeezed your eyes shut.
“Aha!” Someone cried triumphantly as they yanked you harshly up by your arm.
“Let me go!” You screamed as they hauled you up to the deck. “Let go!”
Once more, just like that day long ago, you found yourself dumped on the deck.
Only this time, instead of your eyes being locked onto the planks beneath you, they were locked with a set of emerald eyes filled with fear.
It was all over. You thought as tears began to fall from your face. You were barely aware of the fact that the enemy was taking all of the collected treasure. You were only aware of Arthur’s eyes as he tried to convey to you that everything was going to be fine through those eyes alone.
Eventually, all of the treasure was gone.
“Hmm? What is this?” A voice with an accent you couldn’t place said.
Suddenly a hand yanked you up by your hair, causing you to cry out in pain.
“Let her go! Your fight is with me! Not her!” Arthur cried, jumping to his feet only to be met with guns and swords alike holding him back.
“I did say that I would take all your treasure from you. So I think I will take this one, too, da? Only, I don’t think you’ll get this one back.”
You felt the pain moments after you realized that the sword had run right through you. You dropped to the ground unceremoniously, left to stare at the beautiful clear blue sky.
“(Y/N)!!!” Arthur’s voice cried in anguish as he fought to get to you.
You were completely unaware of the enemy leaving. You just wanted to know why it hurt so bad and why Arthur sounded so pained. It wasn’t until you found those gorgeous emerald eyes staring at you with such sorrow, anguish, and horror that you realized you were going to die.
“(Y/N), please,darling, stay with me. Please, love, I need you.”
“Arthur…” your voice was weak. “I….love…..you. Please…….be happy…..”
Arthur Kirkland, the absolutely invincible British gentleman, shut the box containing an emerald necklace. Wiping his eyes, he remembered your last words to him. He was trying to be happy. But, oh, some days it was difficult.
He put the box away and sighed. He still loved you, he always would. Because sometimes in life, there are just things you can’t let go of.