I HATE YOU, I LOVE YOU

((A pirate AU ArtNor one shot that is for my senpai/best friend/sister that is looong overdue and I apologize in advance if I made you and Arthur OOC or if this turns out to be completly merde =w="))

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Arthur glared down at the brunette before him and she glared right back at the blonde. She was sitting in a chair in his quarters on his ship, her wrists and ankles bound together by rope to keep her from attempting to strangle Arthur. Her attire was of a pirate's, similar to his in many ways but was much more feminine and mostly purple, with a dark purple pirate hat that was currently sitting on top of his desk over to his left. Her hair was rather long and soft looking as it ran down pass her shoulders and to her mid back. Her eyes were a dark mocha color which seemed to hold a hatred as vast as the sea for the blonde pirate in front of her.

This female pirate captain was Captain Harley Stuart, younger sister of his enemy and that stupid Spaniard, Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. She and her friend, Captain LaCroix, have been a huge pain in his ass for a good ten months now. And he had finally caught at lease /one/ of the terrible duo, having stolen her ship and killed off most of her crew.

It was a perfect opportunity to vent out his intense emotions for the female before him.

Ever since he had tied her up and sat her down in that chair, there had been a tense silence that had fallen between them as they stared each other down. But, after awhile, she was the first to speak, surprisingly.

"I fucking hate you," she snarled, still glaring from behind her glasses up at the British 'gentleman' before her. Her cursing caused him to raise a huge eyebrow, knowing fully well her little habit to censor herself when speaking, unlike LaCroix who cursed like a sailor. She really must've been angry to not even bother to do that.

"I hate you, too," he growled back, his eyes blazing with an emerald fire.

There was another long, heated pause as they stared at each other. Arthur then sighed irritably and pulled out his gun. He stepped forward and pressed the muzzle of the handgun to Harley's temple, leaning close to her face as he begun to whisper dangerously to her. "Shall we end this right now then?" He asked quietly, his green eyes burning into hers. "Since you don't seem to want to chat and all."

Harley forced herself to not flinch away from him as he moved closer to her and she simply met his gaze. Complete and utter hatred for this man was bubbling up inside her causing her very blood to boil, but a new and foreign feeling surfaced, one that was the cause of what she did next.

Captain Harley Ramona Stuart kissed the Brit. Right on his hot lips. And, when she finally pulled away from him and looked into his beautiful green eyes, she saw surprise and, shockingly, no disgust in them. "You're really cute when you're angry, you know.." she whispered, saying what she had been thinking right before closing the tiny space in between them.

Arthur stared at her, shocked, and he slowly lowered his gun from her temple. Where did that come from? And why wasn't he feeling disgusted when she had kissed him?? He had no idea, but he just went along with the new feelings that were bubbling up inside him, dropping his handgun to the expensive, imported carpet below and to cup her cheeks with his hands, kissing her back.

After a few moments, their kiss became more heated and they soon took it to the desk. Which would have probably lead to 'making babies' right then and there.

Yeah, they basically hate fucked. On a desk.

Yeeeaaaaahh.....

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[~MEANWHILE IN A PIRATE ONLY PORT TOWN~]

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Captain LaCroix let out a slow breath as she laid on her bare back on the deck of her ship, the Siren's Curse, letting out a puff of cigar smoke into the air. The brunette let out a content sigh, crossing her bare legs and moving her arms so they supported her head as she stared up at the star lit sky, he lights and sounds of the port town were distant as the ship calmly floated in the gulf nearby. The female wondered vaguely what her crew was doing back in town at the moment, probably getting drunk off of their asses or something.

Beside her sat her very naked first-mate, who was calmly drinking a German beer that she had stolen just for him. His once sicked back, blonde hair was laying haphazardly across his forehead and LaCroix's black and white captain hat with its signature poofy, red feather was stitting on top of his head. His muscular body shone slightly with sweat in the starlight, making him look almost god-like as he sat there.

The two and their crew had agreed to meet up in the port town, a sanctuary to pirates since those who wanted to kill them for the large bounty on their heads didn't know of its whereabouts, with Captain Harley and her crew, to spend time with one another and such. But LaCroix, having completely forgotten why they were there, asked her first-mate, Ludwig Beilschmidt, to accompany her to their ship to help her 'jog her memory'. But, instead, they ended up 'doing the dirty' as well, and here they were, basking in the afterglow of sex, their clothes scattered on the empty deck around them. That is, until the blonde spoke.

"Jou know, Sam... Ve came here to meet up vizh Harley und her crew," he said lowly, taking another drink from his beer as he watched her with his icy blue gaze. "To...'hang out', as jou und her put it."

Hearing this, LaCroix frowned at the stars and suddenly sat up, crossing her legs as she then frowned at the German. "Are you telling me that you knew that all along??" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Ja." He looked back at her evenly, lowering his lips and let it rest on his bare knee. He was used to her random sparks of emotion, having been on her ship for a good three years now, so he knew how to handle her. Most of the time, anyway.

"So, you're saying that I fucked you for nothing?!" She asked once more, her face flushing at the memory of what happened moments before. She had done it with him plenty of times before, but it still was embarrassing to her to say that fact aloud. Without waiting for a response from the make, Sam let out a dramatic groan and fell over onto her side onto the deck of her ship. "Harley better have a damn good reason for making me wait so damn long for her," she muttered, rolling over slightly to throw her cigar over the side of the ship, letting it drop into the calm waves below. "Seriously... She better hurry up and get her Spanish ass here, pronto. I'm getting bored..."

Ludwig chuckled lightly at his captain, a small smile forming on his usually stern features, and set his beer a few feet away from him and her. "I'm sure zhat she und her 'Spanish ass' do have a good enough reason to be late," he replied, moving so he was looming over her, his smile morphing into a smirk. "Und I have an idea to pass zhe time until she does get here..."

Sam looked up at him and sighed, propping herself up with her elbow. "Fine... But I wanna be the 'Captain' this time, alright?" She said quietly, flushing lightly as she cupped his cheek with her calloused hand.

Ludwig seemed to smirk wider as he chuckled and reached up to grasp the pirate hat on his head, soon setting it onto hers. "Deal," he stated huskily, kissing her roughly as he let her lightly push him down onto the deck and sit on top of him.

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((Oh, lord... What have I done? Ugh.. maybe I shouldn't write at two in the morning anymore... Um, so, anyways! Hope ya like it, Harley! And sorry for adding some random GerLeurs at the end. I just couldn't help myself~ OwO ))