To Sail the High Seas: Pirate England x Reader #Wattys2017

Chapter Twenty~Nine

Blond strands tickled your forehead as you attempted to glare at the Captain through bleary eyes. His arms encircled you, one draped loosely across your waist while the other served as a cushion for your head. His grip would, however, tighten as soon as you made any move to leave, and less than a minute ago you were sure you had seen the beginnings of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, highlighted by the morning sun which streamed through the large window.
“I know you’re awake, now get off.”
Your stubborn companion made no move.
“Alright then.”
You relaxed your muscles, feigning surrender momentarily before rolling over and launching yourself away from your captor… Or at least you would have done, had your plan not failed miserably. Instead of your grand attempt sending you tumbling off the plush bed in a clumsy, but nonetheless successful escape, you lay gracelessly with your fingertips clawing at the air beside the bed while your waist remained trapped in an iron grip.
“Arthur~” Your whine did nothing but amuse the Captain as he cracked one green eye open to lazily analyse your figure. Craning your head back, you met his scrutiny with a scowl, but this only charmed him further.
“I could have you moaning my name like that all night.”
“Like hell you could.”
“Would you like to find out?”
“Arthur Kirkland you lecherous bastard, release me this instant or so help me I shall cause an uprising.”
“I believe the word you’re searching for is mutiny, love.”
“The word I’m searching for is prick, now let me go.” You began to thrash about, causing his grip to loosen as you rammed your heel into his stomach and temporarily winded him, only to send yourself sprawling onto the cold wooden floor. By the time you had gathered your bearings, Arthur’s wheezing had turned into laughter and you soon found the same light-hearted sound bubbling at your own lips.

“Yer nothin’ bu’ a couple o’ children.”
“Well if it isn’t my favourite Redhead!” Allistor’s appearance was met with significantly less enthusiasm from his brother, whose mirth became instantly subdued in favour of retaining appearances.
“How’ve ye been lass?”
“Seeing as I’m not dead yet, I’d say that I’m doing pretty well, thanks for asking. How are things in the life of the first mate?”
“Well I’m havin’ a wee bi’ o’ trouble seein’ as our Captain’s been distracted as o' late, bu’ apar’ from tha’…”
“I swear to god Allistor, I will string you from the mast.”
“He sounds like a very irresponsible man.”
“Yer righ’ abou’ tha’ lass.”
“You two are, quite frankly, ridiculous.” Disregarding Arthur’s comments, you raised your arms up to Allistor like a child demanding to be carried; with a roguish grin he complied and lifted you up effortlessly to sit in his arms.
“Did you hear that Allistor, we’re ridiculous.”
“I cannae believe tha’, we’ve jus’ go’ a wee bi’ more personality than some o’ the landlubbers on this ship.”
You nodded solemnly and at your serious expression the Scotsman lost it, letting his laughter boom out across the cabin, causing Arthur to grumble in disapproval.
“Yer a righ’ card lassie!”
“Well thank you my good sir.”
“Anytime you’d like to put her down would be fine by me.” Arthur scowled, no longer making any attempt to hide his frustration.
“Agh, now why would I wan’ tae be doin’ a thing like tha’? Especially when I have the pleasure o’ holdin’ such a bonnie lass in me arms.”
“Sometimes I wonder who the true gentleman of the family is, because when it comes to sweet-talking a girl, he’s got you beat Arthur.”
Your comment clearly struck a nerve, as Allistor was suddenly bombarded with insults and demands that he release you, to which the Scotsman only shook his head and held onto you a little tighter, a wily smirk splitting his face in two. You decided to take advantage of the situation, and interrupted the blond’s rant with a dramatic sigh.
“Oh Allistor, this simply cannot do. You see, this fiend you name to be your brother claims to be a gentleman, and yet I went to awful pains to protect my innocence last night.” You could see the difficulty with which Allistor was keeping a straight face at your display, but Arthur’s sour expression prompted you to continue. “And even this morning, I barely escaped his arms and yet the villain dares to insinuate that it is you that has captured me against my will!”
“Now see here, I-”
“Forgive me lass, for havin’ left ye tae suffer though such an ordeal.” 
“Oh for the love of God.”
As the defeated Englishman dropped his head into his hands, you shared a moment of triumph with your partner in crime, exchanging gleeful glances. As Arthur raised his head, however, you couldn’t help but place the icing on your metaphorical cake of torment by pressing your lips to his older brother’s cheek in a sloppy kiss. Before either of the men could react, you had fled from the room, blowing a flirtatious kiss to the stricken blond on your way out.

“She’s a wild thing, tha’ one.”
“That she is.” Running a hand through tasselled blond locks, Arthur stared at the doorway though which you’d exited with an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was something akin to seasickness, or at least he imagined it was, never having been seasick himself. His insides churned and his chest burned, as a prickling sensation spread across his palms.
“Yer jealous.”
The Captain paused, never tearing his eyes from the door, only to reply in a subdued voice.
“Is that what this is?”
“Aye.”
“It’s positively horrid.”
“Aye.” There was a silence where the older brother contemplated the younger, pitying the no doubt uneasy state of his heart. This silence was soon broken with the type of insensitive yet affectionate comment that had come to be the norm between them.
“A part of me wants to break your nose.”
“Tha’s alrigh’, I always wanna break yers.” The Scotsman shrugged off the glare and continued. “Bu’ yer such a ruddy idiot all the time tha’ it’s tae be expected.”
Arthur scoffed, but made no answer.
“We’ve been interrogatin’ the men who Carriedo brough’ with ‘im, or the ones who the lass didnae dispatch anyway.”
“Did they say anything of interest?”
“One of ‘em told us tha’ they were lookin’ fer a map.” Arthur nodded, having suspected as much after hearing you mention the piece of parchment.
“Do you know where it is?”
“The las’ he saw of the darn thing was in his Captain’s hand, or so ‘e says.”
“Do we have any reason not to believe him?”
“Nah, ‘e was bein’ pretty honest by tha’ poin’.”
“What about the other?”
“Agh well…” Allistor’s smirk twisted into a warped smile. “Tha’ one jus’ did an awful lo’ o’ scremain’.”

A/n
Hey guys! Just a friendly reminder that the reader's relationship with Arthur can actually  be quite cute and is not only based on sexy times and murder 
...also my beautiful Scottish baby is not always such a nice guy