#this was challenging and I feel like raymond got ooc at the end

[scariusaquarius]

pirates life for me.

Pirate! Raymond de Merville x Female! Reader

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A/n: This one is gonna be a damn challenge lmao. Reader is the daughter of an English general who has met with Raymond...

This will not be following any including an religious aspects, as this will be taking place in the 1700′s, which was the height of the age of pirates. 

This is Week Three, Day 17. Week Three’s theme is AU, and Day 17 is Pirate AU

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Genre: Adventure, Action Rated: General Warning: Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Blood, Gore, Blood and Gore, Implied Noncon, Implied Smut

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Author: dabisburntnut

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“Father, why do we have to negotiate with the French within their ship? Shouldn’t we be on our own ship or at least on land?”

“Now, now, darling, let us not be so rude to our humble hosts! This will be a great opportunity to negotiate with the French army and create an alliance between powers. We will be alright.”

You sighed and rubbed your arms, wishing you would have brought a shawl to wrap around you. The sea was beautiful in the summertime, the sun creating a beautiful shimmer on the waters. The air was pungent with the smell of the salt and fish, making you wish that you were inside one of the businesses that lined the port. Lifting your hat a bit, your father smiled at you softly from beneath the rim. 

“Darling, do not look so sad. We will be out of here and you will be back in your gardens and books in no time.”

Sighing, you relented, smiling softly at your father, and he beamed at you before kissing your forehead. 

“That is my girl.”

As you approached the ship, you frowned from the lack of men that were on the ship. Surely, if the captain was still on the ship, the crew would be as well. Perhaps they were in the brothels and pubs, finding their fair share while their captain stayed at the ship to negotiate with your father. It made you feel strangely out of place. 

There was a man standing beside the railing of the ship beside the gangway, and your father walked up the board. You stayed on land for a moment, looking up at the captain of the ship. He was an older man with a beautiful pair of blue eyes. He looked unkind, the years of war etched onto his face, and he sported a beard that was trimmed short. Beneath his hat, you could see the beginning of raven hair. 

He was staring at you, observing you and there was a look in his eye that almost seemed to dare you to walk into his ship. Hiking your dress up a bit, you carefully made your way up the gangway, trying to keep your balance. When you got closer to the man, you could see just how handsome the French man was. His lips seemed slightly chapped from the constant wind and sun that would shine on them. 

His skin was a lovely tan color, accenting his eyes very nicely, and you could see that his hair that peeked out from his hat was not raven, but in fact a dark brown. Holding out his hand for you to take, you slowly slipped your hand into his callused one, and he helped you down onto the deck. Slowly, the man leaned down to kiss your knuckles, staring intensely at you. 

“You did not inform me that you would be bringing a pretty flower upon my ship, General (L/n).”

Your neck burst into flames from the compliment, almost feeling embarrassed. His accent was heavy, his voice a deep and sultry rumble that came from deep within his belly. You looked down, almost blushing from the feeling of his lips on your skin. 

“You are very bold, General.”

The Frenchman smirked at you a bit, and your father said to the man proudly. 

“Yes, I do apologize for not informing you sooner. This is my daughter, (Y/n).”

The man’s gaze seemed so intense on you, and you curtsied to the man slowly. 

“C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer, Gén��ral.”

The man’s eyes widened a bit, and he nodded to you, a light smirk coming across his face. 

“Le plaisir est tout mien, jolie fleur.”

He kissed your hand again, and you almost felt the need to snatch your hand back. He allowed your hand to drop from him, and you nodded to him. Your father was beaming proudly, and he introduced you. 

“(Y/n), this is General Raymond de Merville. He will be our host.”

You nodded, keeping your gaze on the ground, and Raymond smirked at your submissiveness. Your father looked around, keeping his hand on the small of your back. 

“A very beautiful vessel you have, General.”

“Thank you.. I take pride in what it is that I own.”

Your father didn’t notice Raymond was still staring at you, but you did. You could feel his gaze on your neck and shoulders, flowing over your chest, and you whispered to your father. 

“Father, I think I would like to go inside to get something to drink...I am feeling parched.”

Your father nodded to you softly before suggesting. 

“Perhaps we shall take this inside and begin our negotiations over some tea?”

Raymond nodded before turning, walking to the steps that led to the second deck of the ship. Opening the door, he held it open for your father and you. When you both walked in, you were startled to hear the clicking of a flintlock pistol. Feeling the barrel of the pistol between your shoulder blades, your father spun around and hissed. 

“What is the meaning of this?!”

Raymond chuckled deeply, tearing his hat off and running a hand through his hair before letting it tip back a bit. 

“You are incredibly gullible, General (L/n).”

That was when the rest of the crew began to come out of hiding. They filed out from the shadows one-by-one, all wearing sinister smirks and aiming their weapons at your father, and your heart was pounding from your fear. What had you walked into? Your father hissed out.

“Filthy pirates! You’ll hang!”

“Are you sure you want to make such remarks when I hold your pretty flower in my hands?”

Raymond’s free hand swiped the hair from the side of your neck, leaning down to run his nose up your skin, and you sniffled, the tears falling from your cheeks. 

“Father-!”

“Don’t you dare touch her! I’ll give you whatever you want, just leave her be!”

Raymond let his head come back up, pressing the gun into your skin more, and you felt bile begin to rise from your stomach. Looking around, you could see there were at least seven people in the hallway with you, most likely many more the deeper into the ship you went. 

“You will give me whatever I want...but you cannot give it to me when I want it, can you?”

“No, I can! I can give it to you right now. You want gold? I...I have it right here!”

Your father grabbed his pouch of coin, and Raymond laughed cruelly. 

“You don’t believe that little sack will suffice, do you? I have many mouths to feed...”

You cried softly, gripping the sides of your dress tightly, and Raymond looked down at you. 

“Perhaps, you give me your coin and this pretty flower, and you go free...and once you are free, you will give me all of your wealth. Once I am given all of your gold, you may have her back. That sounds like a pretty deal, does it not?”

Your father was conflicted. While he did not want to leave you in the company of these pirates, he knew that if he refused, the two of you would most likely be killed. 

“Alright, alright, I’ll do it! Just please...please don’t hurt her.”

“No, father!”

Raymond smirked as your father tossed the gold to him, and Raymond caught it with a hum. Tucking the coin into his pocket, he grabbed you and began to drag you towards the aft to his cabin, his grip firm and bruising. Passing by one of his men, Raymond simply said. 

“You know what to do.”

Your father was calling your name, and you were sobbing from your fear. What was going to happen to your father? What was going on, and where was the actual General of the ship? Who were these men? 

Raymond shoved you into his cabin, making you cry out as you tripped over your dress and onto your hands and knees. Scrambling up, you backed yourself into the wall. It was quiet for a moment before you heard the roaring sound of pistols being fired, and you jolted at each bang. 

“You...You said you would let him go!”

“I did...I never said I would let him live.”

You stayed against the wall behind the desk of the cabin, and you could feel the ship lurch as it was disembarked, making your blood turn to ice. Raymond grinned darkly at you before he slipped his coat off, keeping his pistol in his hand. 

“But what about the wealth...the wealth is what matters, isn’t it?”

“It was never my point of interest.”

He came closer to you, and you looked at the desk for anything that you could use to protect yourself. There was a bottle of rum on the desk, and when Raymond came close enough, you grabbed the bottle and smashed it against the side of his head. He cried out loudly, recoiling from you, and you gave a cry as you stabbed the bottle into his temple and near his eye, giving him a J shaped cut on his face. It bled profusely, and Raymond began to curse at you, yelling loudly, and you ran for the door. 

Swinging the door open, you slammed it closed on him before you ran for the stairs. When someone passed by, you thought better on it, and instead went deeper into the ship down into the bottom deck. It smelled horrible, and you had to cover your nose with your sleeve to keep from gagging. 

You needed to find a way to escape, but you knew that if you tried to swim in the ocean with your dress, you would surely drown. It was too many layers, so you began to untie your corset, loosening it as quickly as you could. You could hear the sound of distant yelling from the upper decks, and you took a couple deep breaths to calm yourself. 

You didn’t have a weapon, so fighting was out of the question. If you wanted to get out of this unscathed, you would need to be as smart and quiet as possible. Letting your corset fall to the ground, you kicked your shoes off before running up the steps again. Looking around, you could hear the sound of running feet above you and began to jog through the hallways of the ship. 

You could hear more yelling, all of it in French, and you only understood bits and pieces of it...but it was enough to know that Raymond was very angry and very adamant on finding you. Cursing, you ran into one of the many cabins and locked the door. You needed to find something, anything, for you to defend yourself with and you needed to find it fast. 

Running to the dressers in the cabin, you were thankful to find some more practical clothing: a pair of trousers, a shirt, socks and boots, and a hat. Slipping out of your clothing, you were quick to slip the clothes on, tying the trousers tightly around your waist and tucking your shirt into the pants. Making sure the shirt was poofed enough to hide your chest, you spotted a scabbard and grabbed it. 

God, how did you even use this thing? You’d never touched a single weapon in your life! Biting your lip, you inspected the sword for a minute before you jolted at the sound of doors being kicked open. Cursing, you grabbed your dress and hung it inside of the wardrobe, not noticing one of your stockings dropping onto the floor in your rush. 

Hiding within the coats that were hanging within the wardrobe, and you closed the doors to your hiding place. Each door that was kicked in made your stomach drop, and you could hear Raymond’s calling voice. 

“Jolie fleur, you will not stay hidden from me for long! Just how far do you think you can get?”

The door to the room you were hiding in was kicked open, and you covered your mouth as the tears began to fill your eyes once more. 

“Jolie fleur~”

Raymond’s voice was closer than before, and you swallowed thickly as his shadow crossed over the wardrobe. The door to the wardrobe swung open, and you held your breath. When the coats were ripped from the wardrobe, you swung your sword, giving a cry and you were shocked when Raymond caught the sword with his hand, gripping tightly. 

Blood began to drip down his arm and the sword, and Raymond gave you a cruel grin as he slammed you back into the wall of the wardrobe. You gasped, and his free hand grabbed your throat, squeezing tightly. Your eyes widened, and immediately, your lungs began to scream for air. The cut on his face was still bleeding, the blood having run down the side of his face and neck, staining his coat, but it did not seem to bother him. 

You wondered how many times he had been covered in blood for him to become uncaring of it being on his skin.

“Do you believe that you can win?”

You and Raymond both knew that this was a fight that he had already won. He had you right where he wanted you, but you would not go down so easily. Raising your knee, you slammed it into his privates, making him yell from the unexpected attack. He fell back a bit, letting you go, and you stumbled out of the wardrobe. He grabbed you foot, yanking you down onto the floor, and you screamed loudly, swinging your sword at him again. 

Keeping a hold of your ankle, he descended onto your body,  letting your ankle go when he was between your legs to instead grab your wrist. Slamming your wrist with the scabbard onto the floor, you cried out from the force of his grip, your grip on the sword loosening until it clambered out of your hand.  The sword dropped and crashed onto the ground, and Raymond laughed at you. 

“You are far more trouble than you are worth, Jolie fleur.”

He leaned down, hissing in your ear as he pinned you. 

“But that is what will make this much more fun.”

[END]