Pirate!Spain x Reader
~ Mi Corazón Pertenece al Mar~
This is just something that I thought up with at work. Sorry if it's boring or not captivating enough, but I just feel like there should be a pretty deep Pirate!Spain x Reader fic out there.. 8I What do you think?
Well, here goes nothing!
Warning: slight gropage.
You looked out the carriage window absent mindedly, thoughts of nothing weaving in and out of your head. You were excited yet extremely nervous about your little 'vacation', more of a business trip really, with your father. You were going down to Trapani, Sicily as a writ of passage, for you were not only his eldest, but his only child. You were almost required to learn the rules of trade, calculate finances, file reports, keep the loyal workers employed, and actually know what you have to do to run the business by yourself one day. This was an important trip for you, but for some reason, you couldn't bring a smile to your face. Your stomach had a tight knot in it that just screamed that something horrible will happen on this trip. And you always go along with your gut feeling, because it has never proved you wrong.
It was right about a lot of horrible things from your past. Your dog died from being kicked in the head by your mother's favorite horse, whom soon after was attacked and mauled by a pack of wolves that made their way onto the large pasture behind your home in ( City of Origin ). If that wasn't the least of your worries, your mother died of the Spanish flu just in the past year, forcing you to take on all the womanly responsibilities in the house along with the ones your father was trying to teach you. He was trying, as well as you; to keep up his spirit and hopes that everything will work out fantastically at the end of all of this madness.
"______, we are almost there." Your father's deep voice broke your mesmerizing trance at the passing farm life as you look towards him. Your (e/c) orbs transfixing themselves onto his dark, hazel ones. A pinch of sadness and guilt swam inside them as he began to speak quietly, "______, as you know, we are guests in the Lord Rumore's house. I do not want you running around the grounds and exploring the mansion like you would normally. I would like, just for once, for you to act as your mother taught you. Like a proper woman."
The word 'proper' sounded like it hit you with a burning stick across the face. After your mother's death, you and your father became close, especially when he could not have another heir without re-marrying, and that would be sin to him, so he treated you with all the love and attention he could. You, in return, did your best to make him proud at everything you have ever done for him. Whether it was simply cleaning the house or gathering the grapes from the vineyard to make the wine that your family was also quite famous for. You slowly forgot the etiquette of being a woman when you would work daily in the yard with some of the other workers, wearing their clothing of pants and loose working shirts. You weren't obsessed with appearances or nice clothing, like the other girls, but that's because you realized that it wasn't your thing. You didn't want to be like the other girls. You wanted to be different.
You wanted to be able to fight and stand up for yourself.
You would fist-fight with some of your male friends, whom you've helped in the fields and with the upkeep of the livestock, but not to the point where you would be physically harmed. You didn't want your father knowing about the secret fighting lessons that his employees were teaching you. You knew how to defend yourself and that was at least comforting. You didn't want to be raped in a dark ally in the slums of the town like the stories you've heard by the Northerners*.
Your frown brought your father's eyebrows down to meet the center of his eyes as he barked your name out in anger. "_____! Why don't you listen to me when I speak to you?!" His voice was at the normal level, but it was stone-hard in meaning. You felt as if your whole body just slammed into a mountainside going 121 mph. You wince at the sudden image that formed in your head around your feelings and whimpered out a small, "Sorry, father."
Within the hour you and your father arrived in Trapani. You pulled up in front of Lord Rumore's estate and were generously offered a hand by one of his butlers. Taking it, you lowered yourself down to the dusty ground, being careful with your dress of course. You looked up the small flight of stairs to the older gentleman and a slightly younger man besides him, whom you've guessed to be his son.
The younger man was tall and lean, dressed in his best attire, obviously, with dirty blonde hair and golden brown eyes. He looked at you, his eyes quickly changing from a bored haze to a vibrant glint of lust and desire. This made you shiver and look away towards your father. Who was walking towards the Lord, a smile glazed his face.
"Ragazzo!" He bellowed cheerfully, giving the Lord a hug. The man, in return, kissed him on both cheeks, the normal greeting for Italians as you recall. Lord Rumore motioned for his son to come down to greet them. "Ragazzo! It has been-a long time, no? Oh! Do not-a tell me that this bella is-a your sweet daughter~!" The man took your hand and gave a light kiss on the back of it. This didn't bother you much. This was normal in Italy, and you were getting used to their strange customs.
But it was the son's gaze, that you felt like a burn, on you that made you uneasy. You didn't get a good feeling from him. Something internally telling you to pick up your dress and run as far from him as you could. You didn't like his presence, not one bit. But, like all proper ladies, you can't voice your opinion. So, you're stuck.
"Lucio! Say hello to our guests!" The man practically commanded him, causing his grin to slightly turn into a frown. "Fine.." he muttered, grabbing your hand with a slight force, you wince as he plants his lips onto your hand for what seemed like an eternity. You started to get that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to rid yourself of this man... this place even... if it means that you could go have time to yourself. Secluded. Near the water. The ocean almost always helped you calm down. Living more on the inland, you didn't see the magnificent ocean very often. Once every few years if you were lucky.
Finally, the man released you from your internal prison and dropped your hand. He then gave you the same gaze he did from the steps. You shudder and slightly step back towards your father. Who just simply pushed you back up to where you were. You mentally curse him for doing that, which he has somehow managed to bring you closer to the creepy man. Thoughts raced in your head about how to avoid any type of contact with him in the next two months that you will be in Trapani when, out of the blue, the man spoke to you.
"Bella, do you-a enjoy the view and the-a great beauty of-a Trapani?" He asked, smiling as he gestured his hand around him, expecting an answer from you. A positive one, you would assume. You nodded your head and meekly answered, "Si.. it's a nice little town." This made the man's ego grow a little more. He decided that it would be fine to place his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You tried to break his grip, but he only tightened his hold of you as he began to walk towards the large mansion. "Padre, I'm-a going to a-show bella around." He smirked when he saw his father's hand wave in approval as he was distracted by talking to his friend and business partner.
He took you inside, giving you a very brief tour of the large home, showing you nothing more than the living room, his and his father's study, and his bedroom. He didn't know where the maids would put you and you pled in your head that it was on the opposite side of the house. Shortly after the short tour, he still refusing to let go of you, you both end up in the living room and he sits you on the couch, on top of his lap. This made you very uncomfortable. You didn't know this man. He was creepy, you didn't know his name, and there was just something off about him.
"Uh, Sir," you started, breaking the tension, "Do you mind if I ask you something?" You asked, trying to avoid his eyes. "Si, cara mia. What is it?" He cooed into your ear. This made you shiver and stiffen in your posture. What was he trying to get out of you? "U-Uh.. I didn't seem to catch your name." You said, trying to find a spot on the wall opposite of you to focus on. "Oh," The boy tensed a bit, taken back by your comment. "... I thought for sure that you-a hear mi padre scream it. I'm Lucio. Lucio Rumore di Trapani." He said in a matter-of-factly tone that made you want to roll your eyes. So you did, feeling safe that he couldn't see you do it.
You forced your thoughts to wonder to something more pleasant than sitting on a strangers lap. So you stared to think about the few memories you had about the ocean. The waves splashing at your feet, the wind blowing your (h/l) (h/c) out of your face and dancing in the air. You smiled to yourself and leaned back on to the man, completely forgetting that he was there.
As your mind drifted into sweet memories, Lucio thought differently. He took this as an opportunity to really get a feel of you. To get to know you. He slowly started to move his hands around your body, not missing a single curve even through your thickly clothed dress. He felt and rubbed your inner thigh slowly and started caressing one of your breasts with the other, his face at your neck, taking in your sent. He smirked and was about to kiss the back of your neck when you both were alarmed by the sound of the door slamming open. He immediately took his hands off of you and sat you down next to him. You, however, were too deep in thought to even register what he had just been doing to you. And the loud slam of the wooden door didn't help your thought process in the least. But, you couldn't shake the heavy feeling that you felt completely... dirty.
You did feel a lot better when your father and Lord Rumore walked thought the door, laughing about some childhood memories there were sharing, you presumed. You couldn't help but smile at your father. You hadn't seen him this happy in a long time.
"_______! Lucio! Good to see that you're both here!" your father's booming voice echoing throughout the empty corridors. "Of course, sir." You and Lucio said at the same time then glanced over at each other. "Haha! Good to see that ya' both are in synch!" he bellowed again. "Si, now what is it Sir ___(l/n)___?" Lucio looked at him with a calm face on, but behind those golden orbs you could see something in it... anger, maybe? You couldn't tell. Your thoughts were cut to a terrible hault when you heard your father chuckle and say the one thing you were deathly afraid of.
"Well, Lord Rumore and I have decided that you two shall be wed! By the end of the month!"