Pirate!EnglandxReader Beg for Me Chapter 17

"What are you doing?!!!" you shriek as your eyes bug out. 

"What you told me to do," he smirks as he has you in the right position. In a quick second, he flips you right off the edge.


"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" you scream as you plummet 50 feet off the ship into the ocean. You land in the water with a giant splash and immediately wave your arms and legs frantically to reach back to the surface for air. 



"I told you sea water would help your oreja, chica!" Antonio called down to you. As he looked down at you, he noticed that you were struggling to keep afloat; your head kept on bobbing in and out of the water. 

"A-A-Antonio!" you wail in panic from below.

Antonio's face leaned over the edge even more as his eyes widened in concern. "(Name), you have to relax! It's just agua!"






"Bu-but I can't relax!" you shout as you reach the surface for another quick breath of air. "Because I can't swim!"

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‘Well, this is it,’ you thought to yourself as your body started to sink beneath the surface of the sea. ‘This is how I’ll die, I guess.’

You squinted open your eyes and saw the light that illuminated the water surface was gradually getting farther away the further you sank. You closed your eyes again. Your ear continued to sting from the fresh piercing Antonio gave you and now your eyes stung from opening them in the salty water. Your arms and legs were tired from trying to fight the waves so they just gave up. You just let yourself sink deeper and deeper. You felt like a rag doll. You felt lifeless. Even so, your anticipation of death was strangely calming. You were just waiting to die, for death was better than being Antonio’s toy…his slave.

You felt yourself starting to lose consciousness as the sea water started to enter through your nose and mouth. 

‘Almost,’ you thought vaguely. ‘Soon I’ll be free,’ your head slowly falls back and your fingers loosen.

You felt a strong force near you that shifted the water which pushed your further down. You could almost hear the sound of water being pushed around the by the strange force. You could feel it approaching you.

‘Too late,’ you barely constructed together a thought. ‘I’m free. I’m free. I’m free.’

And then you blacked out.

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Black.

That’s it, just black. This doesn’t seem like heaven, but you don’t see any fire or hear any screaming so you’re pretty sure you’re not in hell either. Limbo? What is this?

This was all too weird. 

It was all just….black!

All of a sudden, you started to hear voices. But they were like tiny whispers. All of a sudden, you felt pressure. It kept a steady rhythm, as if it resembled a heartbeat. It keep continuing until you strangely felt like you barely woke up from a dream. As if you could tell you were physically somewhere but you couldn’t regain consciousness and think properly. The voices gradually became louder until you regained most of your consciousness. You heard the sweet melodies of the Spanish language ring but you couldn’t fully process what the words meant, and the pressure on your chest continued. You didn’t see black anymore…it was more of an amber color, like the color of treasure.

You could feel like you were on a hard surface. You had a body. You have one. You could feel it!  You could feel your legs twitch. You could feel your head move. You were alive!

But something stopped you from opening your eyes. Whatever it was, it didn’t want you to wake up completely. It wanted you to succumb to an eternal slumber.

Then out of the blue, you could feel something soft touch your face. It pressed on on the lower part of your face, was it your lips? It felt weird though. You could feel hot air transfer from those lips enter your throat. The air kept pushing through until it became unbearable to let it continue. Your legs twitched again as your could feel your eyes squint together. Then out of nowhere you coughed. And then you coughed again. What you were trying to cough out wouldn’t come out, for it was staying put somewhere in your chest. You wanted it out. Your body was trying to expel this foreign substance.

Your eyes shot wide open as you see the blurry spots of light fill your vision. You coughed and coughed until you rolled onto your side (the non-earring side) and coughed more. You kept coughing countless times until the substance that was stopping you from breathing escaped your mouth. You were coughing out sea water that you swallowed, apparently.

Once it was all out, your eyes adjusted and you found yourself looking along wooden planks. You heard sighs of relief as you rolled onto your back again, breathing heavily. You blink a few times before you focus on the two bright green eyes that were staring at you.

“(Name)…” you heard the owner of the green eyes say in a happy but exhausted tone.

“Huh?” you managed to say.

“I thought I lost you for a second, mi amor,” the person said as he brushed some of your hair off your forehead

“W-what happened?” you said.

“You don’t remember? You—er—fell of my ship. You almost drowned if I didn’t come save you in time.”

“Antonio?” your eyes scanned the source of the voice completely. Yup. It was him. He knelt beside you with his face hovering right above yours as he spoke to you. You noticed that his dark, wet hair clung to the sides of his face and part of his neck. The string of his white blouse became undone, revealing a part of his perfectly chiseled and tan chest. The rest of his shirt stuck to the rest of his slim body which was practically see-through. You looked back up to his face and saw that small drops of water dripped from his nose as he looked at you. 

“Yes, I’m Antonio. And you’re (name), remember?” he said as he lightly flicked your forehead.

“I don’t have amnesia I know who I am and I know who you are,” you said as you slowly sat yourself up, rubbing your forehead. “Even though I was confused before, I know that you pushed me off the ship,” you glared at him after you coughed again. It all came back to you. Antonio was messing with you which pushed you off the edge (pun intended? lol) and before you knew it you started trying to beat him up…until he got a firm hold of you and tossed you off the side of the ship. 

“I didn’t know you couldn’t swim,” Antonio bit his lip as he helped you stand up.

“Well, I don’t,” you said curtly. “Some fathers teach their child to swim. My father taught me how to fight with a sword. Land is my domain, I guess.”

“But didn’t you and Gil live at a seaport—”

“Shut up about Gil!” you raised your voice. Unfortunately, this caused your throat and your lungs to burn more harshly than before. You clenched your throat with your hand and whimpered a bit. The burning of your throat was a very similar sensation to the burning of your shoulder when Rosalina attacked you that fateful day many years ago.

“Look, señorita,” Antonio sighed. “I know you just almost drowned and that you’re becoming aware of everything again but I’m not going to censor my words just because you can’t handle them. Now, come with me.” He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and grabbed your wrist of your hand that was caressing your throat. 

“Hey!” you squeal as he drags you back to his quarters.

You try to pry your wrist away but his grip is too strong. All of a sudden he stops, which causes you to trip to the side. You catch yourself quickly and stare at Antonio, wondering why on earth he stopped.

He was looking back at you and smirked. 

“What?” you demanded. “Are you going to mock me again? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You know,” Antonio started to say, a devious grin forming on his face, “tiene mucha cara a gritarme mientras estás practicamente desnuda.”

You knew a few languages, and Spanish was more or less one of them, but you kind of forgot a bunch of words. You were still recovering from drowning so you still couldn’t think straight.

You stood there staring at Antonio trying to translate quickly in your head. ‘You have a lot of nerve to yell at me, while, uh…’ you thought. ‘While I am practically…um…’ This should be easy. You should remember this word: desnuda. It sounds so familiar. ‘What did that word mean?’

Antonio started bursting out laughing. 

“What?” you shout at him. 

Antonio grips your wrist tighter and forces you against the wall of the hallway you two were in now. He tilts his head while his green orbs stare into your (e/c) ones and gleam in a lascivious manner.

“I just fished you out from the water. Your clothes are transparent, my dear.”

Your eyes slowly widen as your look down at yourself. You had on a white blouse and nothing underneath that. Today was the day you didn’t bother putting on a corset or anything.

You just stared at your body in horror as your shirt stuck to your body and hugged your torso. Unfortunately it was hard since you couldn't really look past your breasts that were protruding in the blouse more than usual. What’s worse was that you just noticed the collar of your blouse was ripped to the middle of your torso—someone had to force it to open that much.

You screamed in disgust that Antonio saw you like this. You took what energy you had left and stomped on his foot, causing him to let go of your wrist. You immediately wrap your arms around you to cover your chest.

“Scumbag!” you yell at him. This was the first time a man saw your chest like that. You were practically naked. That’s what he was trying to say before when he said 'practicamente desnuda.'

“Ay, no need to step on my foot that hard!” Antonio grimaced. 

“Y-you were looking at my chest! You touched it, even!” your eyes widened as you stared at him with repugnance.

“What makes you say that?” Antonio twirls his ankle, completely unfazed of how implicitly guilty that sounds.

“My collar, you bastard! I know you ripped it when I was passed out so you could feel me up!”

“Now, now. You’re just jumping to conclusions,” the Spanish captain raises a hand in defense. “I had to, so I could get the water out of your lungs after I pulled you from the water. The fabric on your chest was in the way, so therefore I had to rip it.”

“You should’ve just let me die,” you muttered. “Why’d you save me anyway?”

“You know exactly why, cariño,” Antonio lowers his hand to cross his arms and leans against the wall opposite of you and looks at you as if it’s completely obvious.

“No, I don’t. Please enlighten me,” you tighten your grip around yourself. 

“Haha, well,” Antonio chuckles. “I did it for you, and for myself, of course. But also, for him.” he closes his eyes and smiles to himself.

Your eyebrows furrow in suspicion. “I know you hate Arthur. So why do you suddenly care about him?”

Antonio opens his eyes, takes a dagger from a buckle from his right boot and starts tracing it with his fingers.

“Señorita, I don’t care about him at all,” he glances at you. “i wanted him to have some fun with me, and you’re the reason he is coming to hang out here, remember?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” 

“Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you, lo siento,” Antonio shrugs and pushes himself off the wall to slowly walk past you. “That English pirate is almost here as we speak, so it won’t be long until that foolish man boards Nuestra Señora de Los Reyes. I kind of need you to be alive for that.”

“You’re incredibly stupid if you think I—”

“Enough.” Antonio raises his voice to cut you off. You were quite surprised, this is the first time you heard him raise his voice. He was a few feet down the hallway with his back to you. He then looks back to watch you with sinister-looking eyes. 

“I hope you made your decision by now, (name),” he said. “I want to see the look on poor Kirkland’s face when he hears that you chose me instead of his pathetic ass.”

“You have the nerve to say something like that so confidently,” you spat. You almost forgot about the whole “it’s me or Arthur dies” threat. You were too busy thinking about that idiot Gilbert.

“Well, you did let me kiss you, mi amor. A kiss means a lot in my country,” Antonio mews.

Your face turned red. “I did not!” you detest.

“Of course you know what I’m talking about, honey. It was that kiss that made you breathe again after you almost drowned, no?” he smirked.

“That’s not the same thing!” you cried out.

“But our lips did touch, (name). I presume you never got to kiss Arthur first, huh? Such a shame. Ah, wait until I tell him this!” he exclaimed.

“If you think this is what will make me prostrate to you, you’re wrong,” you snarled. 

“Everyone submits at one point under the presence of a pirate.” Antonio narrows his eyes at you. “Even the strongest eventually become weak. You’re no exception, and you know it.”

You just glared at him trying to come up with a quick-witted response. But he might be right. You immediately submitted to Arthur after he came after you with a knife…

“And by the way,” Antonio added, “I can see those lovely tetas of yours again,” he grins.

You shriek as you quickly cross your arms over you chest again to cover it up. You were so busy arguing with the Spaniard that you released your arms to make points with your hands. Your face contorts with frustration and anger as your mind becomes flurried with too many thoughts at once.

Antonio smiles at you without saying another word before he turns his head and walks down the long hallway and disappears into the shadows.