(( So, this is based (Kind of) off of an RP done on howrse, with Arashi and PuddlesLover, and (Und Scarfur~ 3 ) And actually, this is my OC Aednat's story...(Don't flame me for being historically incorrect! SHE'S AN OC, FOR PETE'S SAKE!) Anyway...I dunno if you'll actually SEE Spain in this chapter, but...yeah. Enjoy! ^^ ))
Pirate!SpainxReader- Monochrome Oasis (( Holy crapola. Thank you CandyAppleKiss for everything! I love chu o3o ))
"It's not tight enough, dear." You mother swat at your head, moving your (h/c) locks out of the way.
"But mother, I can't breathe..." You clenched your stomach and sucked in a pain-staking breath. "It's the exact opposite..."
"How are you supposed to gain a husband if you don't act like a proper lady, _?" Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. You sighed and plopped down on your bed, only to have your mother pinch your back hard, sending your spine shooting up to sit straight. "Again, _. You have to sit like I've taught you." She shook her head and turned to leave. Once the door creaked closed, you got up and removed the tight dress you had been forced to wear, as always. You crept over to your dresser, but were stopped dead in your tracks by a knock at your door.
"_? Be out in 5 minutes, in a nice dress. We're going 'out'." Your father bellowed in his deep voice which succeeded in giving you chills, right down to the bone. You then heard the stairs of your beautiful mansion in (c/n) rattle as he trudged down the stairs.
"Okay..." You squeaked and turned to put your dress back on. After five minutes had passed, you hopped out of your room and down the stairs, struggling to get the last of the lace on your dress tied.
Your father smiled at you, which honestly looked more like a snarl, as he took your forearm and dragged you out the door. Once you had gotten to a building about an hour away, your father tapped your shoulder, causing you to look at him. As soon as your tired (e/c) orbs met his he winked. "Ready for tonight, love? Be happy. Look nice." He narrowed his cold, emotionless eyes at you as you nodded slightly.
Once inside the small building on the outskirts of town, you heard a group of men conversing in whispers and you rounded the corner with your dad, who started talking as they immediately broke up their secrecy.
"Hello, boys. This is my daughter, _." And with that, all eyes were turned to you, who was standing there, fumbling with your dress, as your father lightly bumped your arm and held out his hand, gesturing to the men.
"O-oh. Hello." You stammered and stared down, not daring to look any of them in the eye. Your father then started talking to them, as you felt their eyes all over you, taking in your features. You sighed silently and cautiously looked up, only to meet the eyes of the men who were not exactly paying attention to your father, but were focused on you. You shifted uncomfortably as you looked up at your father, who was saying the trade wasn't enough money for him. Your father, a greedy soul who cared nothing for love or family. He only married your lovesick mother because she was rich.
"No! More." Your father beat on the poor table in front of him. "I want more. That's not enough. You can have what I've offered, but I need more for that." He scowled as the men turned to each other, looking you and the other chips of trade your father had offered out to them, where in return your father would get a generous amount of money.
"We can't." The main member of the group said. "You have enough. It's either this," he held up and sack of coins and other prizes, "Or nothing. Your decision." He raised a brow and crossed his arms.
Your father looked at you, then to his papers, then at the money. "No. Goodbye." Your father roughly took your arm, which was bruised from the previous times this had happened, he had taken you to a secluded building and done 'businesses'. "Why didn't you look better?!" Your father bellowed, followed by a swift hit to your head. You, being accustomed to this simply replied with 'I'm sorry' and sat with your head down, ignoring your father's scowls and glares all the way home.
Once home and in your bedroom with the door locked, you slipped off the terrible dress and took a deep breath. You hobbled into the bathroom and proceeded to bathe yourself, forming plans in your head as you washed your hair. You put on a pair of black pants, knee high black leather boots, a frilly white top and a vest that was (f/c). You had bought these earlier in the week, storing the attire and money you would need for your plan, pursuing your love of water.
You put everything on and crept out your door, looking to see if anyone was watching or had the potential of hearing you. You silently hopped down the stairs and out the door. Once outside you looked out over your city you had grown up in, then looked back to your house. Though the mansion was a source of horrific memories that haunted your body, mind and soul, you still cherished it as home. You turned on your heel and ran. You ran far and fast. Away from there. Away from your life. This was new, something you had never experienced before, freedom. You laughed, something you had only done back in your toddler days before all of this happened.
Once you had gotten to where you wanted to be, the docks by the edge of the ocean, you had looked up to see the golden fringes of the sun creeping up over the shimmering water. You took a deep breath, to your mother or father they would have said it stunk- like salt and seaweed, and rotten food. But to you, to you it smelled beautiful. Much more gorgeous than any woman covered in useless beads and stones. This was what you wanted. You walked through the crowds of people as the sun rose higher and the day was about to start for the merchants. You saw what you had planned your whole trip for- a pirate ship, with the flag of their respective group. As soon as you had walked onto the deck of the ship, along with some of the crew members, a large man walked up to you and stared you down.
"Who are you?" He started in a croaky voice that made you shudder. He was tall, with brown shaggy hair and stubble. Certainly what you would a expect for a pirate.
"I'm _. I'd like to join your crew." You boldly stated, puffing yourself out to look more able-bodied than you were. He raised a brow and gestured out to his ship.
"This? Hm. Another lady on my ship...welcome aboard, _." He smirked and walked away, leaving you with the rest of the crew staring at you, just as the men had earlier that night. One of the crew members suddenly grabbed you, then toyed with your hair then bumped you to another member, who looked you over. This continued until you had a circle of about 7-8 men tossing you around between each other until a voice boomed in a language you couldn't understand, and a hand was on your arm yanking you out of their circle of torment. You stumbled out as the group broke up, going back to their jobs, grumbling and complaining. The person had taken you behind some crates loaded with food for the upcoming voyage.
"You're obviously new. Don't let them do that, it's fine to punch some of them if you need to. They'll get it." You looked up to the source of the feminine voice, to find a beautiful girl with soft brown eyes and curly brown hair that fell in waves around her perfectly tanned body, without a flaw. "I've had to do it quite a few times~" She giggled and smiled at you. You looked back at her in awe, she was so beautiful! You snapped yourself back to attention when you realized she was asking you a question. "What's your name?" She repeated, looking at you, confused as to why you weren't answering.
"M-my name's _." You blinked your (e/c) eyes and looked back up at her.
"Pretty name~!" She chirped, then pointed to herself. "I'm Maria." She helped you up and suddenly frowned. "Why are you here? You're not becoming one of the crew...are you?" She looked at you with eyes that were filled to the brim with emotion...just, what was it?
"Yes, I'll be one of the newest crew members~" You smiled slightly, but stopped smiling when her eyes finally let you register what she was feeling...sadness, regret, fear...? She shifted her look down.
"Oh. Okay..." She then looked back up and looked into your eyes, looking straight past the wall you'd built up over your sorrow and pain. "Please, stay with me."