A/N: Sorry there's been so many lovey dovey chapters lately and not much action. I promise you guys it'll pick up once I get this chappie out of the way. Anywho, thanks for all the feedback you guys have given me so far. Shoutouts to JustObsessed, Lathrain, and Hinata28 for reviewing. Thank you poppets and I'm glad to see you approve. Oh and the answer for the quote I had at the end of the last is from a game series for the ps2/3 that i literally grew up playing. The Sly Cooper series. However that quote imparticular is from Sly 3: Honor Among Thieves, stage six, Dead Men Tell No Tales. Anywho before I start rambling about this game on with the story. Apologies for any oocness, please be gentle with flames, and most of all enjoy. \(^u^)

Of CupCakes And Sword Fights

Chapter 5

*Olivers POV*

"While you eat...please..." He looked at me with eyes that appeared to be full of desperation. "Please lad...tell me who you are..."

I looked at him in surprise. "What?"

"I want to know your name...your background...where you came from...how you got yourself locked in the cellar of a pirate ship..."

I sighed but then smiled a little. "My name is Oliver Kirkland. I was born around seventeen years ago. I've forgotten the exactly what the date is though. When I was ten years old my parents were killed by a pirate who raided our village and my brothers as well were killed. I never was able to get a good look at his face so all I know is that he was the Captain but that was all I was able to make out. When the dust had cleared...my whole village...everyone living there was wiped out...I was the only one left...so I tried to take up pirating myself so I could get revenge on the captain that took my home and family away from me. But after a week I gave up, deciding it wasn't the life for me. So I moved away and opened a little bakery. Fast forward down the road three years and I'm the best baker in England. People came from all around to to taste my pastries. And then along came Arthur." I smiled happily at the thought of him. "He was the worst cook I ever met. Poor thing showed up on my doorstep one in the pouring rain begging me to take him on as an apprentice so I did...I wonder how he's doing...it's been about a month since I was taken from there..." I shook my head. "That's all I wish to tell you for now."

*Francois POV*

'W-wait...K-Kirkland?'

As I listened I could swear I saw my hands pale and I was finding it hard to breathe. I was vaguely aware of him talking still but all I could think of in that moment was the heartbreak and guilt...of knowing that before I had even been able to confess to him...I had destroyed that chance...with a raid on a village so many years ago when I was still starting out.

"Hey!" I blinked as he waved his hand in front of my face.

I gulped and forced myself to meet his innocent blue and pink swirled eyes. "O-oui?"

"I asked if you were alright silly." He said with the most innocent, adorable, smile I'd ever seen anyone give and there...once again for the first time ever Francois Bonnefey, heartless, cold, soulless pirate...under the bright light of a full moon and millions of stars...shed a couple tears and shook my head.

"Non...l-lad...I'm not..."

His smile faded and his eyes took on a look of concern. "What's wrong sir?"

"Francois Bonnefey?"

"Pardon?"

"That's my name...but you can call me any nickname you want..."

"Well what's wrong Franny?"

This drew more tears to my eyes and I buried my face in my hands. "I...I can't tell you..."

"Why not?"

He sat down in my lap and gently pulled my hands away from my face and wiped away a couple of my tears.

"Mother always used to say that you would feel better if you talk about it..."

"I can't tell you because if I tell you then you won't love me or give me the chance to be with you or convince you to stay with me because every morning waking without you on my ship...eating and sipping my wine alone in my cabin...and staring up at the stars...would be hell..." I sobbed and buried my face in his shoulder.

"That day I saw in the cell...I had raided that ship in hopes of finding a couple of new people for my crew. But instead fate was cruel. Instead I found an angel who managed to thaw my heart and give a taste of love but then found out that we will never be together because when I was young and just starting out and arrogant and stupid the very angel I had fallen for is the lone survivor of the raid I led!" I pulled and slid him on my lap and drew my knees up to my chest. Burying my face in my knees. Waiting for the yelling, the anguished cries and the stab of a dagger in my back for revenge.

"W-wait...y-you...love me?"

I nodded. "O-oui...mon very own ange...at least I wish I could say that..."

"A-and you...you were the one who...lead the raid that wiped out my village?"

"O-oui...g-go ahead..." I held out my sword with the handle pointed towards him. "Go ahead...revenge is what you s-seek..."

For the longest time he said nothing. Finally though, he took a deep breath and pushed the sword to the side. I looked up at him in bewilderment as to why he hadn't driven it through my heart yet. He grabbed a fistfull of my shirt by the collar. "I forgive you," My eyes lit up a little but he held up a finger. "Ah ah ah. I'm not done yet. I have a condition. I'll stay on this with you. I'll give you a chance. But, in addition to everything else I also want a captain's cloak and hat, because you said you would get me whatever I wanted when you get to town tomorrow, and I want position as your first mate. Deal?"

I was so happy. I had tears again and I nodded. "O-oui...merci...merci...anything...anything I can do to make it up to you."

He smiled and let go of my shirt. "This is so exciting….I never would have thought the pirate life could feel so..."

"Free?"

He thought for a moment and nodded. "Yeah..."

I leaned back. "It is nice isn't it?"

I felt him climb back into my lap and snuggle up to me with a shiver. "Let's go back inside. Oui?"

He nodded. As I got up I moved him to my back. "I want you to hold on tight. Okay?"

In response I felt his grip around me and I made the long climb back down the rope net and carried him to the cabin and gently laid him down.

"Get some sleep."

"Aren't you coming to bed?"

I shook my head. "Non...I've got preparations to make. We'll be approaching England soon. I'll wake you in a couple hours."

The way he nodded while half asleep was so adorable and I leaned down. Planting a gentle kiss on his forehead before going out to take care of certain things seeing as I couldn't just exactly roll into the harbor in all my glory. Not as a pirate anyway.

*time skip to morning*

"Oui!" I shouted as I went below deck. "Get your asses up! This will be the only two days you'll be getting off for awhile! If you should happen to run into me in town you are to address me as general. Not captain!"

With a quick salute and changing of clothes they quickly left the boat. How they could be so excited to be on land was a mystery I would never understand.

"Now to go wake mon sleeping ange."

*Oliver's POV*

Flames and shouts of panic and fear were all around me as I ran behind my big brother quickly.

"Scottie! What's happening?" I cried frantically.

"Nothin Ollie. Everythins gonna be okay!"

"B-but Ma and Pa! And the other two Dil and Sea!"

There were shouts and followed by silence and then heavy boot clad footsteps from behind us. "They'll...they'll be fine!" He ran to a small shed behind a house that was kind of hidden in the bushes.

"Ollie..." Big brother Scottie said as he opened the door to it and nudged me inside. "Big brother needs you to stay here. Okay?"

"B-but!" I clutched onto his sleeve, shaking. "Don't leave me alone! I'm scared!"

He knelt down in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Hey...I know but I need you to be brave. Okay? I'll be back before you know it. And then we can make cookies and cupcakes together like we always do. Okay?"

"P-promise..."

He nodded. "I pro-" He stopped mid-sentence.

"S-Scottie?" I looked down as a metal blade was pulled out of his chest and I screamed as I fell to my knees with my hands clasped over my mouth and tears streaming down my face.

There a cold laugh in front of me. "Ahhh how pathetic. You little weakling. You're scared shitless."

There was glint off a metal as he raised it up and started to swing it back down when my eyes shot open with a scream as I bolted up. Knocking heads with none other than Francois in the process.

"Ow...mon dieu...you've got one fucking hard head..." He got up and sat down next to me. "But are you okay lad? You were crying and thrashing around quite a bit." He brushed his hand against my forehead, which was covered in sweat.

Me, still shaken from my dream I pulled back and whimpered a bit. "Don't touch me..."

He looked like a dog whose master has just struck him for the first as he slowly pulled back and looked down. "Um...I just wanted to tell you that we have reached England...um...there's a clean change of clothes on the couch. Get dressed if you want. I'll...wait for you on deck…." He got up and shuffled toward the door.

"Ah! Wait..."

He turned back around. "Quoi?"

"I'm sorry...I was just having a bad dream and I was startled from waking up so soon….I didn't mean to hurt you..."

"Don't worry about it." He mumbled as he went out.

I sighed and got up but then smiled excitedly. "England here I come!" I said as I looked out the window facing town.

A/N: So sorry poppets for taking so long to update this. My parents are extremely strict about a lot of stuff and this weekend between them and homework I consider it a miracle I managed to get my other one updated. So if I'm updating sometimes then I give my deepest apologies and just know that it will continue. I won't abandon this story.