Pirate!EnglandxReader Beg for Me Ch8

As the days go by, your hatred towards Arthur slowly fades. Well, you didn’t want him to think you were warming up to him, so you kept on acting hostile whenever he was around. However, every time you see him, he always seems to have a suspicious glint in his eye, which makes you wonder what’s going in his brain.

 Of course, you are assuming he has one.

Lately Arthur would ask you the most ridiculous things, whether it was to sort his books in alphabetical order or cooking, when you clearly told him you can’t cook. He would always study your every move and it really started to creep you out. Today, you were sitting out on the railing on the ship, fooling around with your violin, playing any melody that came into your head.
You stared at the ocean as you played, but soon felt a presence upon you. You turn your head to see Arthur sit down on the railing across from you, putting a leg up, just like you. “What ridiculous thing do you want me to do now?” you sigh.
“Oh nothing. I just came here to chat with you.”

“Um, well what do you want to talk about?”

“You.”

“Wha-?” you frown. “Why?”

“Well you’ve been on my ship for about a two weeks and I still don’t know a thing about you, besides the fact that you have a good arm in sword fighting and you can play the violin.”
“Isn’t that good enough?” you look at him.
“Well I’d like to know more,” he smiled, his green eyes glistening from the sun’s rays as he looked at you.
“My lips are sealed,” you say bluntly, returning you attention to your violin.
Arthur leans forward as he puts an elbow on his knee and continues to stare you down.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll figure it out soon,” he purrs at you with a grin on his face. You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion but soon ignore him and start to play your violin again. He was silent when you played. Your fingers lightly danced on the strings as your other arm moved the bow in short movements. You soon to quicken your pace until your fingers started to burn. You darted your eyes to Arthur, gazing into his eyes as he looked at you in awe. You slightly smirked at him until you decided to stop playing.

There was a short silence between you two until you spoke up.
“Cat’s got your tongue Arthur?” you ask innocently as you tilt your head to the side. He clears his throat. “No, I’m just thinking of something.”
“Oh wow!” you say sarcastically. “I didn’t know you can think!”

“Haha.” He says in a serious tone. “Look (name), I’m trying to be a gentleman toward you but you acting like this is really making it hard. I’d appreciate if you can think your words before you say them.”

“I don’t see what is so gentlemanly about kidnapping a girl and forcing her to be on this ship against her own will,” you scoff.
Arthur’s eyes became intense as he looked at you get off the railing and walk away.

The truth is, even though Arthur gave you the most stupid tasks to do, he would always be nice to you, even though you would slam any witty saying you could think of at him. He did respect your privacy, even though he acted like a pervert to you at times. He would make sure the other crew members didn’t taunt you either, not because it would make you comfortable, but you would end up killing one of them instead. In your mind, you knew Arthur wasn’t such a bad guy after all, you just didn’t want to admit it.

With your violin and bow in hand, you started to walk to a door on the deck that had a hallway attached to the kitchen.

“And by the way, you may call yourself a gentleman, but in my eyes, that is last thing that comes into my mind. You’re not even a gentleman let alone a man,” you say to him as you open the door and left.

You didn’t see Arthur’s reaction but you could tell it wasn’t good. You felt a pang of guilt as you let your own words sink in while you walked though the hallway.



Little did you know, saying those words would be the biggest mistake of your life.

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Arthur deadpanned at what you said to him. His jaw tightened and his face started to turn red in fury. He could have sworn smoke was coming out of his ears from how angry he was. He got off the railing and adjusted his extravagant hat.

“That is the last straw!” he shouts to himself, his hands balling into fists.

 “I need to teach this poppet not to mess with a bloody pirate!” he gritted through his teeth as he got off the railing and stormed after you.

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You set your violin down on a wooden table nearby and went to go wash your hands. “At least this place isn’t a total dump,” you mutter. “This indoor plumbing is a decent feature around here.”
You dried your hands and looked out a window to your right. “Hmm,” you question as you stare outside. “It’s already sundown but Veneziano isn’t here yet. He’s always on time!”

Veneziano was a cheerful Italian you had met when Arthur assigned you to help in the kitchen from time to time. He was kidnapped, just like you, but instead of fighting, he gave in immediately and started waving a white flag to surrender. At least, you hoped what he told you isn’t true but then again, he seemed pretty serious when he told you. He was probably the only person you really liked, even if he did ramble on about pasta all of the time. As long you didn’t have to make it or eat it, you were fine.
 
Your thoughts were shattered when you heard the door behind you slam open. You turn around to see a pissed Arthur.
“Calm down Arthur, dinner’s going to be ready soon,” you say jokingly.
“(Name),” Arthur gritted through his teeth. “You are really infuriating me with your attitude. I am doing everything I can to make you happy and comfortable on this ship but you are being very ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful?” you snort. “I didn’t ask you to kidnap me or steal my belongings!”

“Oh just shut up about that!” Arthur snapped at you. You were startled by his sudden outburst.
“Is that why you disrespect me (name)? Because if that’s the case then just grow up!” Arthur snarled as he walked a few feet towards you. “Don’t think you can come onto my ship and think you can do whatever the bloody hell you want! I’m your captain, an you obey my orders!”

“And why should I listen to you?!” you stomp your foot onto the ground.

“Why?” he laughs bitterly. A crazed grin creeps across his face as he walks to your violin.

“Don’t you dare touch that!” you yell at him.

Ignoring you, he picks it up and holds it by the thinnest part of the structure. You see his other hand dig around in his belt until he pulls out a large knife, the same exact one when you threw it a crew member when you played the violin for everyone.

“Why should you listen to me?” he repeats as he brings the knife closer to the violin’s strings.

“Get your dirty hands off of that!” you scream as you stomp toward him.

Before you could get near him, he laughs and says, “Because I can do this!”
In a matter of seconds, he slides the knife against the strings, cutting each one in half.

“NO!” you shriek as you stare at the broken violin with wide eyes. Your eyes welled up in tears that were soon replaced with hate and anger.

“HOW DARE YOU!” you scream at him as you lunge at him, tackling him to the floor. You straddled his hips and took your fist and swung it across his face before he could react.
“Ugh!’ he groaned as he looked up at you with a bloody lip. You grabbed his shirt collar and yanked it up and down, causing his head to shake back and forth.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT MEANT TO ME?!” you scream at him with tear filled eyes.
Arthur grabbed your wrists and pushed you off of him, causing you to fall onto your back.

“You’ve been a naughty girl (name)!” Arthur gets up and looks down at you. “You should never hit a captain!”

His green eyes bore into your (e/c) ones as he stuck his tongue out and licked the blood off of his lip and smirked.
Hastily, you stumble back onto your feet and back away from him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” you holler at him as tears lightly fall from your face.

“Nothing is wrong with me (name), there’s something wrong with you! You act like a child and I am bloody sick of it! And god, you are so obsessed with that stupid violin of yours! What on God's green earth is so special about that thing?! You worship it like it was a God when it is really just a meaningless piece of junk!!” Arthur’s voice raised an octave as he approached you.
Your eyes bugged out of your head as you stare at him in complete shock. The two of you were now face to face, your eyes both glaring intensely at each other.

“How DARE you talk about my father’s gift like that!” you snarl at him as you take your index finger and roughly poke his chest with it every emphasized word you said.  “You think you are some hotshot but on the inside you are WEAK! You have no IDEA what the HELL I’ve been though you goddamn limey!!”

Arthur’s face snarls as he grabs your wrists and shoves you onto the cold floor.

“What the hell do I have to do to get to you (name)?!” he asks in an infuriated tone. He grabs the knife he dropped when you tackled him onto the floor and holds it up walking to you with crazed eyes.

You stare at him in fear, feeling reminded that something like this happened before. You shuffle backwards on your hands and feet as Arthur approaches you.

“Do you want me to be violent to you?! Do you want me to hurt you?! Do you want me to kill you?!” he laughs menacingly and then throws the knife right between your legs.

You scream in surprise and try to lean forward to grab the knife, just for your hands to meet his. You could see your scared expression reflected in his green orbs, which seemed to look at you evilly. Arthur manages to grab the knife away from you and continues to throw it into spaces near you as you back away against a wall.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” you shout at Arthur, trying to hold back your tears.

You felt your back being stopped by a wall, and you could see Arthur just a few feet away from you. His eyes, his face expression and his behaviour, were all too familiar but you couldn’t figure it out yet.

The realization soon hit you like a ton of bricks.


You felt that this wasn’t Arthur anymore.
He acted as if he was a different person.
You knew whom he acted like.

Instead of seeing green eyes, you saw blue.

Instead of seeing short blond hair, you saw long dark brown locks.

Instead of seeing a man’s body with a knife, you saw a woman’s body with a knife.


You saw Rosalina.


Your face contorted in fear as your nightmare once again came true. Every word Arthur said to you soon became more feminine, as if it were coming out of Rosalina’s mouth. Your whole body shook as you curled up you body to be as tight as possible. Even though it was Arthur frightening you with the knife, all you could see was Rosalina approaching you, holding the knife up, ready to slice you in half.

“S-stop!” you cried out, your hands shaking at your face. All of the painful memories rushed to your brain, causing you to freak out.

“Do you get it now poppet?” Arthur asks angrily. “Are you finally understanding to not mess with a pirate?” He continued to slowly approach you with the knife, to let you know that he was actually a scary person than he appears to be. He wasn’t planning on hurting you, but just to teach you a lesson.


“L-leave me alone Rosalina!” you screamed out, closing your eyes tightly.


Arthur slightly lowered the knife, as he looked at you slightly confused.
 “Rosalina?” he whispers to himself, his voice returning back to normal. He started to notice your body shake violently as tears began to pour out of your eyes.

“Please don’t kill me! I promise that I’ll wash my hands! I promise that I won’t eat with my fingers! I promise that I’ll be more proper!” you cried out, opening your eyes as widely as you can at Arthur. Your breathing starts to quicken at a very rapid pace.



“JUST DON’T TAKE MY FATHER AWAY FROM ME AGAIN!!!”



You cried waterfalls after those words. You cried so much that you didn’t care about taking breaths. You started to hallucinate as you shrieked out your father’s name, and pleading not to be killed.

Arthur’s face contorts with concern as he drops the knife and goes to you. He had never seen you cry, let alone this much. He never realized that what he was doing to make you behave actually made you go into hysterics. He knelt beside you and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace as you continued to wail and shake tensely. Arthur’s arm was snaked around your waist tightly as his other hand gripped the back of your head as you cried into his chest.
Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling regretful for what he has done. He wanted to tame you but never realized how much pain it caused you.

You kept on crying in Arthur’s arms, not caring about being hostile towards him anymore. You knew Arthur was trying to find ways to change your attitude ever since the night you performed for the crew. You didn’t want him to, so you kept on getting meaner to him, acting like you are stronger than you really are.


You hated to admit this now…


…But Arthur won.



But you couldn’t help yourself.










You were broken.