Pirate!England X Reader - Don't Make Me Kill You Lassie
You woke up to pitch black nothingness. There was nothing in your sight but horrible darkness. A soft material was tied around your head, covering your eyes. You found that your wrists were bound by rope too, and you had literally no idea what was happening. The last thing you remembered was your house going up in flames. The licking flames that engulfed your whole home and you could only hope that your family was still alive.
“W-where am I…?” You stuttered, not sure whether anyone was even there to respond. A loud chuckle sounded, and you realised that you were not alone. “W-Who are you?” You tried again, mentally slapping yourself for stuttering.
You felt a soft, firm hand being placed on your cheek, and a soft, husky whisper at your ear. “The names Arthur, love. And ye be on my ship,” the pirate moved his hand down so he was cupping your chin. “Ye are my prisoner, love.”
At first, you were completely unsure of what to say. Should you scream? Should you try and lash out? All of those efforts would be completely useless. Your wrists were bound and you could not see. All you could do was play along with your captor. “Why?” You tilted your head. “What use am I to you?” You felt a small smile tug at your lips, even though you knew that the answer would probably be something despicable.
Arthur’s emerald eyes widened in shock as he stared down at you. Everyone else he’d captured would scream or try and escape. They’d throw curse words at him or plead to him to take them home. But no one had ever asked why. No one ever questioned the pirate’s actions.
Once he’d gotten over the shock, he felt an amused grin crawl onto his lips. “Ye know ye can answer that ye’self, love. I’m a pirate. What do pirates do?” You felt his lips go close to your ear again. After a moment of you not answering, he began to get impatient. “I asked ye a question, love. Answer it, or ye will regret it,” he bit down on your ear, making you yelp in pain.
“I know what a pirate does…. Arthur…” You said his name with much distaste. “I just have no desire to tell my thoughts to you,” a chuckle escaped your throat. Again, Arthur found himself utterly shocked. You were a prisoner like no other.
Arthur drew back, scratching the back of his head. “Ah… What am I going to do with you…?” He mumbled, starting to pace about the room.
Your eyebrows rose, but were unseen due to the cloth covering you upper face. “You really don’t know?” You fought the urge to laugh. “What sort of pirate is a one that has no idea what he’s doing?”
“I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!” Arthur shouted, shaking his fist at you – but his efforts were pointless as you could not see. “There’s no need to shout,” you chuckled.
The blond pirate gritted his teeth, rubbing his temples in annoyance. “Shut up or I’ll kill you,” he growled, trying his best to sound threatening. You let out a sigh, “what do I care? I’m stuck on a ship with a bloody pirate; the chances of me living are pretty slim anyway.”
Arthur rolled his eyes at your lack of sensing his threatening voice. “What is ye name, love?” He sighed, defeated. He waited, watching you intently. “____,” you finally spoke.
“What are ye?” He leaned in closer, studying your face.
“What do you think I am?” You let out an irritated sigh.
“Stop with the questions! I’m your captor, I’m the one who asks the questions!”
“Then stop asking stupid questions you bloody pirate.”
The blond clenched his fist, fighting the urge to punch you – but he managed to refrain himself from doing so. “I’ll ask again… What are ye?” He said through his clenched jaw.
“I’m a unicorn,” you grinned sarcastically. “I’m a beautiful, magical, unicorn.”
The pirate narrowed his eyes. “Stop joking with me lassie,” he unsheathed his sword, the sound of the metal reaching your ears, but still you did not flinch. Everyone has to die someday, correct? “Nice sword,” you smiled. “It’s a shame I can’t see it.”
“You want the blindfold off then?” Arthur sighed in defeat, leaning on the handle of his steel cutlass. You nodded, eager to finally be able to see who was holding you captive. You had a mental picture in your mind. You decided that he was British – which you
noticed thanks to his accent, he was tall, somewhat scruffy and looked generally stupid in general. Pirates weren’t exactly the smartest of people. Right?
Arthur reached behind your head, untying the cloth at a painfully slow speed. “Hurry up,” you wailed, “I hate feeling blind.”
“Haha… Fine,” and with a flick of the wrist the cloth fell to the floor, and you locked gaze with big, beautiful emerald eyes.
The pirate stared at your (e/c) orbs, completely taken aback at your curious, beautiful gaze. “Well hello there Arthur,” you grinned, you teeth showing rather devilishly. “So what are you planning to do with me?” You never dropped the intense stare into his eyes, because you noticed that it was making him uncomfortable. His own emerald eyes were darting about frantically, trying to avoid your harsh stare.
“Nothing… There’s no point anymore,” he sighed and finally brought his eyes back to you. “You took all of the fun out of it for me.”
“Well I apologise Arthur,” you chuckled. “I just don’t intend to be raped and killed by a bloody pirate, thank you very much.”
Again, Arthur rubbed his temples. “Why are you so annoying lassie?” He turned his eyes back to you, and let another yet another long sigh. You merely smirked, staring up into his glowing green orbs. “Because I’m just that awesome,” you chuckled, “and you have no real reason to do anything to me.” The pirate stared at you, thinking about what you’d just said. Did he really have no reason to abduct you? Was there really no hidden reason he burned your house down, just to get to you.
No, he had a reason alright. He was sick of watching you from afar. He wanted you to himself. You were his, and he’d never let you go – not now that he had you. Now that he had you within his reach, now that you were on his ship, he’d never let anyone take you. Talk about a pirate being possessive…
“So then Arthur, I’m bored,” you let out a sigh. “Is there anything I can do? Or are you just going to make me sit here tied up and look pretty?”
“Captain. Call me Captain,” Arthur flashed a grin as he began untying your bound wrists. “I’m not going to kill ye ___, as you’ve already guessed. Nor am I going to rape ye. But you’re not leaving this ship, nor will ye ever.”
“Fair enough,” you said, gently stroking your now-free wrists. “Damn… You tied those way too tight Captain.”
“What do you mean, ‘fair enough’?” He rose one of his bushy eyebrows. “You’re stuck on my ship… At least show some sad emotion or something…”
“You don’t control my emotions,” you glared up at him.
“Cease the glaring lassie… Don’t make me kill ye.”
“You’ve already said that,” you grinned.
And right before your eyes, Captain Kirkland had a little tantrum. He was stuck on a ship with…well…you and you were stuck on a ship with a Captain who was just as dense as he was good-looking.