Pirate AU! Pirates were more or less in the Tudor era, so that explains the fashion choices and the sexism.

You're 24 btw.

Enjoy!!

--xx Avanni Cinders

AGES IN THIS ARE NOT IN ACCORDANCE TO THE CANNON! IF I SAY SOMEONE IS YOUR FATHER, I'M NOT SAYING YOU WERE BORN WHEN HE WAS EIGHTEEN AND YOU'RE DATING SOMEONE HIS AGE.

Don't play the song until I say!!

"Remind me again why I have to do this?" You asked quietly, eyes downcast, refusing to look in the mirror.

"Y/N-" Ange sighed.

"And please don't go on about duty." You added quickly.

"I know you hate this Little Breeze, but you must understand what a tough position your father is in." She gently repeated, something you had heard countless times in the past few months. Something you were quickly growing sick of.

"He promised me," you said, knuckles growing white as you clutched the arm of your chair. "He swore that he'd never do this."

"The Wyvern Empire-"

"The Empire can go to hell," you spat hatefully, E/C eyes flashing dangerously as you finally met her helpless gaze in the mirror.

"Wakiya Murasaki is a very powerful man," she said, pulling your hair back with an elegant clip and using her fingers to comb a sweet smelling perfume through your H/C locks.

"Father swore to me that he would never let this happen," you beseeched. "He made an oath, he's always said that he'd let me be free, that he wouldn't chain me down like this."

"And he hasn't Breeze," Ange snapped back, her own temper beginning to flare at your not so subtle reminder of the powerless situation your family had found itself in with the young lord. "For six years he has let you run wild while he has made your excuses for you, as to why you're never around. It's past time that any lady of your age should married, and yet everyone thinks you're off in the Beigoma Straits slumming it with men and drinking yourself stupid!"

"Better that then people knowing your only child is a pirate." You lamented bitterly, standing up, only to turn away from the woman who had helped raise you.

There was a long sigh from behind you, Ange presumably calmed herself down.

"People are sentenced to death for less than that Little Breeze," she spoke quietly, not wanting the risk of anyone overhearing the exchange.

"I'd rather die for what I am them go through with this," you confessed coldly, wincing at her sharp intake.

"Please, don't say that." She pleaded, placing her hands gently on your shoulders, bared from the square neckline of your wedding gown.

"Then what should I say? You know it's the truth."

"Sea Breeze, you know better than I that Neptune's waters run in the veins of your father's family rather than blood, and that the call of the oceans are undeniable." She spoke, turning you around gently to face her. "As was the same in your mother's lines. But you are also a noble, and with that comes great responsibilities, ones that cannot be ignored no matter how much you wish to run from them."

"I don't want to marry a man I've never met Ange," you whispered, feeling a weight lift as the confession parted your lips. "I'm terrified."

"Your father had no choice with arranging your marriage Breeze," Ange said, leaning in, her voice lowering with the admission. "But you do."

"I do?"

"Your ship is docked in Pirate Cove, yes? Is it safe there?"

"My ship and my crew, yes." You replied, confusion lacing your tone. "No one would dare lay a hand on it, they fear me too greatly."

"Then take your ship and run, and don't ever look back." She urged, and you were startled by the wild look of desperation in her eyes.

You had been well aware of the family secret for as far back as your memory could reach, and you had always known that your father had too been a pirate in his youth. According to what you has been told, your mother was also a bit of a wild card who knew her way around a ship. It was a travesty, that a woman seemingly so strong had passed away shortly after childbirth, leaving her only child in the care of her husband and a nanny.

"I can't," you bit out, the words hurting your very being.

"Why not?" She demanded, an incredulous note staining her normally levelled tones.

You shook your head sadly. "He's an Emperor Ange, you know what he'd do if I ran away without a word. He could kill all of you or worse."

"You brave girl," she murmered, hugging you tightly. "You don't deserve this."

"I'll do what I need to do." You said simply, taking a deep breath and once you had a handle on your emotions, you opened your eyes and squared your shoulders. "Now let's get me married."

"Remind me again why you feel the need to go through with this?" A young man with a head of thick black curls asked his blond companion.

"I've told you the before." He huffed as the two of them walked the length of the dock. "We've lost three ships in the last six months, if this keeps up then someone is bound to notice and people see going to start asking questions."

"I still don't get why you think this is the solution though." The first of the two continued to press.

"Our martial alliance will be mutually beneficial," the blond explained, carrying the air of someone who had gone over the topic a multitude of times. "It will strengthen the both of our fleets and no one will see the need to look too far into our recent losses."

"But this?" The darker haired man asked, beginning to sound more than a little exasperated. "Is going this far really necessary?"

"It's high time the both of us married. You know my reasons for avoiding the subject, and I imagine she too has her reasoning."

"And what if she finds out about you?"

"I'll have plenty of time to find out whatever secrets my blushing bride might be withholding to use as leverage if need be." He shrugged carelessly, seemingly unfazed by the entire situation. "But I highly doubt a woman could be much of a worry to me."

There was a snort of amusement, and the blond male glared at his friend. "Is something funny?"

"The Winter girl seems to be worrying you a bit more than what's healthy."

The blond's lip curled at the mentioned of the wild individual that had been causing him a copious amount of anger and stress recently, but before he could say anything about her, his attention was taken by the dark haired man's gasp.

"What is it?" He demanded impatiently as his companion came to a halt. His only response however, was a finger raised, pointing in his general direction.

Confused and intrigued, the blond man turned, and his jaw fell agape at the sight he was confronted with. Beautiful was an understatement. She was stunning, and easily stole the breath from his lungs.

Fifty meters in length at least and composed of solid ebony with an ornatley carved hull and sails as dark as the night itself, the name 'Shadow's Rebellion' was etched into the wood.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Came a new voice, and the two were greeted by the presence of a red eyed male.

"Who does she belong to?" The blond insisted, and the red eyed man arched a pale brow.

"I'd stay right away if I were you," he warned them seriously. "The Rebellion is owned by one of the most blood thirsty individuals to set sail."

"You don't mean...?" The blond trailed off, a mild look of intrigue beginning to make itself known on his features.

The red eyed male nodded grimly. "You're looking at the ship of the Pirate Queen herself."

"Have you met her?" The dark haired man frowned.

"I might have."

"The worst we've ever tangled with is the Winter girl." Admitted the first of the three, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Something unknown flashed in the newcomer's crimson eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it had arrived, leaving the friends to wonder if it had even been there in the first place.

"She's a wildcard I'll say that," commented the unknown male. "But she's definitely one of the most passionate beings I've ever met."

"You've crossed paths with her too?"

"You could say that. She helped me get my revenge on the man who gave me this." He lifted his white hair from his face to reveal a faded looking red scar that marred his lightly coloured skin.

"How'd she do that?" The bespectacled male wondered.

"Let's just say that Lui Shirosagi never expected the expensive looking hooker he hired to pull a knife on him the moment they were alone together and give him one to match."

"Lui Shirosagi, as in the White Tyrant?"

The scarred man's wicked looking smile was the only response they needed.

"Still though," the blond mused, coming up with a subject change. "I wonder what the Queen is like?"

"I am so proud of you." Your father, Free De La Hoya said as you made your way to approach him where he waited for you outside the chapel. "Your mother would be too."

"I know," you smiled, walking into his familiar embrace.

"I really am sorry about this." He apologized for the upteenth time since he had informed you of your impending nuptials.

"You didn't have a choice," you sighed, having reluctantly come to terms with the less than desirable notion. "I'll be the greatest Murasaki bride in history, but don't think I won't make his life a walking nightmare. If he wants a shrinking violet, he'll have to fight me tooth and nail for her."

"I wouldn't have expected anything less from you my Sea Breeze." He chuckled fondly. "No man or woman will ever have the strength to tame your soul. I admittedly thought we would have to drag you in chaind to the alter, kicking and screaming."

"I'm a pirate, and that part of me will never die, but I am a De La Hoya. I have a duty to our family and that comes first."

"You really are a Queen my love."

Before you could say anything more, Ange's son Kit and his best friend Honey, who were acting as your ring bearer and flower girl respectively, stepped out of the chapel.

"It's time." Kit informed you, sounding vaguely uncomfortable.

"Are you ready?" Honey asked quietly.

"As I'll ever be." You assured them despite your own nerves.

"I don't want you to go." She admitted.

"I'm never here anyway, what's the difference?" You wondered.

"You're not coming back this time." Kit answered for her, sharing in the blue haired female's displeasure.

"Oh I will be," you swore vehemently, taking them aback slightly. "If not for a visit then because I've murdered my sodding husband in his sleep."

"Y/N," your father scolded as Honey and Kit laughed. "Someone could hear you."

You scowled briefly before schooling your features. "Let's get this over with."

With your closest friends being male and unable to attend the ceremony for obvious reasons, you had made the decision to forgo any wedding attendants such as brides maids, and had opted for a ceremony as small as what was allowed. The church doors opened, and Kit and Honey made their entrance in preparation for your arrival. You steeled any remaining nerves, and a few beats later, you marched inside on your father's arm, head held high with a confident aura about you.

Etiquette lessons firmly in mind, you made sure that you were practically floating down the isle as you made your way to the man that you would soon call your husband. Sensing your approach, the tall man turned, and your stomach rolled at the sight of him.

He was definitely attractive, there was no doubt about that, but this was not your choice. In front of you was the very same man that for months you had been engaged to and yet never had you met. The urge to take your knife from where it was concealed in the boots you wore, hidden by the skirts of your dress was a great one, but you forced yourself to resist the urge.

'Not here in front of so many witnesses, you don't want to start a war with the Wyvern Empire.' You told yourself. Repeating the mantra over and over again in your head, you stiffly released your death grip on your father's arm, and walked alone up the stone steps of the alter. Wakiya Murasaki took your hands in his own gloved ones, and it was a small miracle that you didn't punch him squarely in the nose right then and there.

The priest's words flew by you, until a gentle squeezing of your hands brought you back to the present.

"-Lady Y/N De La Hoya, take this man, Lord Emperor Wakiya Murasaki to be your lawfully wedded husband? To stand at his side, to support him as he goes to war and care for his people in his absence? For now and forever and until death should it part you?"

"I do," you promised, feeling sick at the oath you had sworn, faintly surprised that your voice did not break.

"And do you, Lord Emperor Wakiya Murasaki, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife. To cherish and honour her, to trust her and respect her to the utmost of your abilities? For now and forever, until death should it part you?"

"I do." And a very large part of you hated how he said that loudly without even so much as a hint of hesitation.

"Then by the power vested in me, by our Lord and the church, I nearby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Your new husband leant in and pressed his lips against your own, and you fancied that the gallows would be more preferable than this.

PLAY THE SONG NOW!!

"Where are we going?" You frowned, speaking to your husband for the first time since the ceremony.

He looked at you as if you were stupid. "My ship."

"I know that," you said brightly, mimicking his expression, doing a great job if his annoyed glare was anything to go by. "But this isn't the way to the docks."

A condescending smirk curled Wakiya's lips. "Your island has more than one dock, my Lady."

You sneered back at him, masking the fragments of concern that were planting themselves in your head, and the worry that was curling inside of your stomach. What he said was true, the Emerald Isle did have more than a single dock, but only one other, and it was populated by a more selective crowd.

You were jostled in your seat as the carriage you and your husband were riding alone in ground to a stop, and loud shouting from outside reached your ears. Concerned, you pulled back a curtain and glances out of the window closest to you, only to have your fears realised as you were easily able recognize where Wakiya had taken you.

The earth hungers for blood
There's a riot in us
Oooh oooh

"What is it now?" He swore softly, standing up and crossing to the door.

"My Lord-"

"Stay here," he ordered, your words falling on deaf ears.

He stepped outside, and you tried listening in to the muted conversation that was being held from beyond the closed door. You couldn't hear much, but you were easily able to discern the familir sound of blades being drawn. Your groan of announce was cut short, as a green haired man burst inside the carriage, slamming the door behind him and falling into the seat your husband had just occupied.

"My my, don't you look all pretty?" He leered, displaying the rows of his shark like teeth.

"Watch your tongue before I cut it out of your head," you huffed, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms over your chest as the man laughed boisterously.

Fate thickens the air
We know our time is near
Oooh oooh

Abruptly, he leant forward and grabbed you by the wrist. He pulled you up with him and kicked open the door of the carriage, jumping to the ground through the splintered wood and helping you down outside alongside him.

"Wakiya!" Hoji yelled. The man in question glanced to his childhood friend and followed his horrified gaze back to the carriage.

"Get your hands off my wife!" Wakiya roared, seeing a green haired assailant shredding the expensive skirts of her wedding dress with a silver knife.

"Our Queen can take care of herself!" A familiar voice shouted, and Wakiya's head spun with confusion when the scarred man from earlier stepped onto the scene.

He drew a sword in addition to the one already in his hand, and to Wakiya's horror, he threw it. The metal glinted as it caught the sunlight, slicing through the Spring breeze until it was snatched out of the air by a dainty hand.

This is a revolution
We're rising up
We're rising up
This is a revolution
We're rising up
We're rising up
This is a revolution

"Y/N?" He whispered, beginng to feel faint.

A shadow fell over the young woman's face, and suddenly she jumped as her attacker crouched. He must have cupped his hands for her, because when he straightened up again almost immeadiently, Y/N was launched into the air.

One moment in time
To carve our names with fire

Easily she cleared the carriage, and she flipped through the air and managed to land beautifully on its roof.

Wakiya had to sheild his eyes, the golden sunlight shining from behind and illuminating his wife, making her difficult to look at. Her shredded shirts hung in tatters around her legs, revealing black pants that were tucked into a pair of leather boots, which had golden buckles that were polished to a gleam.

There was an evil grin on her face, and a wild look in Y/N's eyes as she pointed her cutlass in Wakiya's direction. A brief glance to the ship docked behind her, a little ways to her left, and suddenly, everything began to fall into place.

With everything on the line
Watch the world ignite

"My name is Lady Y/N of the Emerald Isle, but I have many names and countless titles." She announced loudly, and a several men surrounded the carriage, sheilding it and glaring savagely at anyone who might dare approach them. The greenette, the scarred man, a tall red head, and a fierce looking individual with a purple tattoo on his arm and red earrings were the most memorable of the lot.

"Daughter, wife and Pirate Queen are among them! Chase me if you dare boy Emperor but know this, if you or man, woman, child associated harms my family or the people I love, then you will feel the wrath of my men and I as my rage descends upon you and I slaughter you like the chauvinistic pig you are!"

Wakiya growled at the bold threat, and he stepped menacingly toward the carriage where his wife stood, but the reaction he received was not the one he was expecting.

Small children ran indoors, as what seemed to be every man and woman in Pirate's Cove stepped forwards and drew their swords, guns and weapons alike in defence of their Queen.

This is a revolution
We're rising up
We're rising up
This is a revolution
We're rising up
We're rising up

Y/N didn't bat an eye at the collective action. "As you can see boy Emperor, you cannot touch me here. This battle is mine."

"Two faced bitch," he snarled.

Y/N sneered. She crouched her legs and took a slight step back before jumping off the carriage. Holding her sword in a way that showed that she clearly knew how to use it, Y/N stalked towards him.

"If that's how you feel then so be it." She spat, adopting a stance unique and foreign to Wakiya. "Come and have a go, if you think you're hard enough."

That must have been her battle cry, because as soon as the words left her lips, her men leapt into battle and Y/N was upon him.

"I won't hurt you," Wakiya warned, bringing up his own blade to block her strike.

"You don't have a choice," she fairly howled, not seeming entirely human as she attacked him relentlessly. "I've been wanting to do this since the moment I heard about your fucking betrothal to me!"

"You're a woman!"

"Then fight me like a man!"

Their blades rang together in the harsh sunlight, and even if he wanted to, Wakiya couldn't have attacked. He was outmatched, his beautiful bride possessing skills that were almost inhumane as she forced him to take the defensive. There was no doubt she was out for blood, and it was his she was lusting for.

Her eyes were animalistic, and every single movement was powerful and calculated. He couldn't afford to slip up. A single mistake and unless she for some reason felt bad for him, she would have his head. Wakiya doubted she was feeling very merciful.

Then suddenly, Hoji was there, adding his own blade into the mix. With only a single cutlass against them, Y/N was made to switch between her two opponents, but she was able to switch between the two of them seamlessly, not breaking a sweat as the struggled to keep their footholds on equal grounding.

It was a pointless battle, one where the voictor was certain, and Wakiya and Hoji were struggling to hold on. If their fight had been in a more open space, then Y/N could have finished them off a long time ago. As it was, with Y/N's pirates, the people of the cove and Wakiya's men all preoccupied in their own battles surrounding them, they were in a severely cramped spot where room grew and shrank without warning.

An elbow came out of the crowd, and hit Y/N unexpectedly, catching her off guard and sending her stumbling. She could have easily righted herself, but instead she fell into the crowd with a grin. Wakiya and Hoji tried to give chase, but with their larger frames and the swarming mass of people, it was exceedingly difficult for them to move with any sort of haste.

When they finally broke free of the crowd, they saw that gangplank of the Shadow's Rebellion had been lowered, but there were several of Wakiya's men stopping her from getting to her ship. They had formed a sort of path to it, one that others gave a wide berth to. It should have been easy for Y/N to run between the isle they had created and get onboard, if not for the small fact that each of Wakiya's men had a gun drawn, ready for her to move.

We're revolution
We're revolution
We're revolution

The H/C haired girl took a visible breath, and several people Wakiya recognized as her comrades dropped to the ground, wisely, he and Hoji did the same, just in time for Y/N to make her move.

At some point during her short seperation from him, Y/N had managed to get her hands on another cutlass, and Wakiya's men opened fire. Instead of turning tail and fleeing, she stepped calmly towards them, armed with nothing but her two blades.

Her arms spun, so quickly that they were both blurs, sending their bullets ricocheting off her metal. It was only after a few people were shot dead from the off course chunks of lead that everyone else seemed to realise that Y/N was as skilled as she was crazy, and that she wasn't about to be shot dead.

Bullets flew through the air, embedding themselves in wooden surfaces and the people who had fired them, pretty much anywhere except for her. The men who were attacking her were dropping like flies, not one of them having the common sense to either cease fire or run away from the mad woman that was Y/N De La Hoya.

This is a revolution
We're rising up
We're rising up
This is a revolution
We're rising up
We're rising up

She began to turn around in circles with all the grace of a dancer, at some points, joining her blades at the hilt. How this was happening, Wakiya wasn't all that sure, but he was quickly growing more and more confident that the woman he had bound himself to was in fact some sort of vengeful goddess intent on inflicting pain on them all and wreaking havoc in their lives.

A bullet wizzed through the air, and Wakiya's heart dropped, near certain it was about to take her life from her where she stood, but she merely spun and sliced clean in midair. A few short seconds later, and Y/N's body count was steadily growing. One last bullet flew in her direction, but she came to a halt and held up a cutlass, blocking the deadly projectile.

Smiling with self satisfaction, Y/N turned around slowly and cocked a brow at the two remaining men. Wakiya wanted to speak up, order his men to stand down, but even as the words were forming on his tongue, they reloaded their guns and opened fire on her once more.

It was over quickly.

Y/N sprinted towards them, parkouring off of a crate and using it to gain extra height with yet another one of those fancy jumps of her's, pirouetting through the air. She landed in a roll and kept on moving. The female pirate came up beneath them, and Wakiya was positive that one or both of them would shoot her point blank in the skull, but faster than he could blink she thrust her weapons forward and impaled the two men on her blades.

The sudden silence was unnerving. Y/N drew her swords from her two targets, allowing their bodies to crumple before her. Slowly, now that her carnage was over, Y/N rose and turned around to address the cove.

"Well?" She frowned as if irritated. "Men of the Rebellion, move!"

A number of people stood from the masses, and inclined their heads respectively in their captain's direction before following her orders.

This is a revolution
We're rising up
We're rising up
This is a revolution
We're rising up
We're rising up
This is a revolution

"People of Pirate's Cove," she continued loudly, addressing those in the crowd. "You have done your Queen a great debt, helping to save her from something that she couldn't rescue herself from, and for that I'll forever be greatful."

There were cheers as people got up from where they had ducked to avoid the astray bullets, and standing with them, Wakiya was amazed to see how few casualties there truly were.

Y/N spun on her heel, and marched up the gangplank where she was helped to step onto her ship by the green haired male. The length of wood was drawn back up onto the boat, and Y/N looked back at them all once more.

"Wakiya Murasaki, my dear husband," she called out to him, that crazy look on her face that Wakiya would admit scared him shitless. "And here I thought you were man enough to keep control over the precious wallflower you wanted for a wife."

That declaration elicted the laughter of many, and Wakiya flushed a deep red at her words.

"You know me as Lady Y/N De La Hoya, but on these seas I'm known by a different name," she continued loudly, smirking evilly to where had picked him out from the crowds, while her crew members hurried to get her ship ready to sail. "Hunt me down if you're game, but you will forever remember this day as the day you almost caught captain Y/N Winter!"

The revelation that his wife was in fact a pirate and the widely feared captain Winter came as a crippling shock to Wakiya Murasaki of the Wyvern Empire, and Hoji had to nudge him several times and wave his hand in front of his face to get him to snap out of his trance.

"Are you okay?" Hoji wondered, fully aware of what a loaded question that it was.

"I don't know," Wakiya admitted honestly, watching his wife sail her ship towards the horizon. "I think I'm in love."

This is a revolution
This is a revolution

Admittedly there is a shit ton of spelling errors and references in this.

So what did you think???

Names:

Breeze: In reference to the sea breeze, referencing your freedom and wild spirit.

Pirate Queen: One of the few female pirates, you're still the best of the best and a fearless leader despite hour gender.

Captain Winter: Y/N Winter is your alias while at sea, a secret identity if you will. Many people were unaware that you and the Queen were the same person. Winter as a name is typically associated with freedom and/or rebellion.