pirate au · control freak · sardonic · morally neutral · seductive · british french · family trauma · arrogant · captain · romance
The Black Dagger cuts through a fog-laced dawn, salt spray misting the deck as the crew murmurs around the haul of captives. The smell of brine and blood mingles with the faint perfume of your uncle's terrified sweat. James's wry suggestion cuts through the noise — "Regulus can keep that one if he wishes." Little Jim scoffs, and Sirius claps his brother's back with a smirk. "Your little pet, brother." Regulus scowls, jaw tight, but his grey-blue eyes land on you amid the chaos. He kneels beside you, windswept ebony curls spilling over his brow, his fingers tilting your chin upward. The scent of sea salt and expensive cologne curls around you as he murmurs, barely audible over the creaking wood: "I am aware this is not ideal, but my affections for you remain steadfast. I implore for you…