Crimson Grail VI
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Here’s the next chapter of Crimson Grail. (If you want the scoop it has more chapters on AO3.org DreamingCompanion is the name there if you want to find me. Just in case you wanted the latest on this story. But I will still be posting it here too.) TL;DR It’s posted on AO3 too. With more chapters.
Pairing: Min Yoongi X Reader
Genre: Pirate!AU, Fantasy, Romance, Adventure
Words: 4.7k
Warnings: Descriptions of Violence.
Yoongi bolted across the docks, heading right for the spot where something had fallen in the water. Jumping aboard Allistar’s ship Yoongi saw the men gathered over on the other side, near the railing.
Pulling his pistol he cocked it and aimed directly at Allistar’s head.
“Bring her up, right now,” Yoongi said, placing his finger on the trigger.
Allistar paled as he saw Yoongi before him.
“W-What do you mean?”
“Bring my wife up this instant before I blow your brains across the deck,” Yoongi warned.
“I haven’t the faintest idea of what you mean?” Allistar said, feigning ignorance.
“Captain!” Jin’s voice echoed through the cavern.
“Take this, don’t lose it,” Yoongi said to him, hanging over his effects.
“Sir it’s been at least three minutes-”
“Don’t lose them!” Yoongi shouted, heading down the deck and towards the top.
Jumping in swiftly he landed in the cold water. The icy liquid ran over his body, soaking through his clothes and making him want to shiver, but he knew that he had to save you. There would be no other alternative.
The salt stung his eyes as he looked for you. Panicking he looked around for your hair against the reefs under the ships. Looking for the swirling tendrils of your locks he finally found you, and he swam deeper. His lungs already hurt from the effort, but he wouldn’t give up.
Wrapping his arms around your chilled frame he tried to pull you up, when he realized that you had rocks strapped to your feet. He mentally screamed in rage at the stupid young man who had just tried to murder his wife.
Pulling out his knife he brought it to your restraints and cut you loose.
Planting his feet firmly on the bottom he pushed you to the top, following closely behind you.
As the pair of you breached the surface, Yoongi grabbed your waist and pulled you to the dock. Greaves was there, waiting for the two of you with bated breath.
“Captain!” He said, reaching down.
“Get her up,” Yoongi said, pushing you into his arms.
Greaves hauled you up onto the wooden surface of the dock, laying you on your back. Yoongi pulled himself up and out of the water with the ease of a lithe cat, settling beside you.
“Do you know how to resuscitate her?” Greaves asked.
“Don’t look,” Yoongi demanded, taking his knife and cutting your corset off of you shortly thereafter.
Once it was removed he checked your breathing. You weren’t, to say the least. Your lips were blue from the chill of the water and lack of oxygen. Quickly Yoongi started pushing just below your breasts. He did this quickly and with precision, not alleviating for a moment.
Jin came running down the dock soon after Yoongi began.
“Captain! The men have Allistar and his trapped. They await your orders sir,” Jin said, looking down at the gruesome scene before him. Yoongi was trying desperately to bring you back, but the more he tried the less you seemed to respond.
It broke his heart that someone so kind and generous was going to be dead because of something as stupid as wanting power over the other. It disgusted Jin for the first time.
Being a pirate disgusted him.
Jin kneeled down beside his captain, taking his shoulders in his hands.
“Captain,” he said.
But Yoongi didn’t stop, he kept pushing and pushing, hoping that you’d come back. You had to, he’d barely gotten to know you. But he knew that he didn’t mind waking up with you beside him. Having you to talk to in the morning. The way you blushed when his stare lingered a moment too long.
And the way you’d jump into action to save his own life.
“Captain,” Jin said again.
But Yoongi refused to listen.
“Come on, come on, come on,” he repeated as he forced his weight down on you.
“Yoongi!” Jin yelled.
Everyone froze at the utterance of their captain’s name.
“Stop, she’s gone,” Jin croaked, holding back his own tears.
“No,” Yoongi whispered.
“Come on, let’s go. I’ll have the men gather her up, you need to rest,” Jin said, placing a jacket over Yoongi’s shoulders.
“Give me my pistol,” Yoongi demanded.
“That’s not a good-”
“Give me the fucking pistol now!” Yoongi growled.
Jin quickly handed the weapon over without more protest.
Taking it Yoongi ran up the deck, headed toward Allistar.
“Where are you? You son of a bitch!” Yoongi yelled, climbing the deck until he was level. Then he shot into the air, making everyone jump. Yoongi glowered at the crowd in front of him.
“Captain!” Jin shouted, but it sounded so far away to Yoongi now.
You were dead and this bastard had to pay.
“Come out here you scared little wretch!” Yoongi said, reloading his pistol.
The crowd didn’t part and Yoongi called his men off, bringing them behind him while he walked along the deck of the ship, trailing his nails along the weathered wood brought him an unusual calm as he looked around at the captain.
“Tell me, at what point did you think it would be a good idea to take something valuable away from me? Hmm? Did you forget who you were dealing with?” Yoongi asked, getting closer and closer with each question.
“Captain Min listen to me,” Allistar said, backing up against the railing. His men doing little to protect him.
“Listen to you? Are you insane? Do you hear yourself right now?” Yoongi asked. “You truly are as naive as they say you are. But at what point did you think that messing with me, and the people that I care about was in any way a good idea?”
“Captain Min, she was plotting against you! She planned to murder you and take the Grail for herself! I was only helping a fellow Pirate Lord,” Allistar pleaded.
Yoongi full on laughed. Heart wrenching laughter that brought a tear to his eye. Tears that didn’t stop.
“I have lost so much, Allistar. So much in my life. That’s what this life gets you. Sure there’s bountiful booze and treasure to gaze upon. And the glory of having your name on the tongues of several common folk. But here, tonight? You made the worst mistake of your life. You took something from the wrong person, and I’m here to make sure that you pay for every inch of it with your life.” Yoongi said, aiming the gun directly at Allistar’s head.
“Please,” Allistar said.
“Please what?” Yoongi continued, sounding soft. But his eyes betrayed his facade. Yoongi was angry. Truly and deeply angry for the first time in a long while. And he wasn’t too sure what was going to happen now. He wanted to murder Allistar. It would be justified, he’d killed you. He went against the code, and now he could pay with his life for it.
“Please, spare me. Do you want me to beg?” He asked, raising a brow.
Yoongi scoffed and looked at the young male practically groveling at his feet.
“Have you no shame boy? You made a mistake, and now you must pay for it with your life. Pirate’s life, mate,” Yoongi concluded.
He cocked the gun in place and set his target.
Everything was still.
Until.
“Y-Yoongi don’t,” a weak voice croaked from behind him.
Spinning around Yoongi saw you, cloaked in Jin’s coat and standing on the deck on shaky legs.
“Y-Y/N?” He said, looking at you in disbelief.
“Yoongi, don’t hurt him,” you said, collapsing onto the deck. Quickly, Yoongi made his way over to you, collecting you in his arms and wrapping you up in Jin’s jacket.
“Oh my Goddess, you’re alive. Y/N,” Yoongi said, placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
“I continued trying to bring her back when you left,” Greaves said.
“Thank you Greaves,” Yoongi said, rubbing your shoulders to warm you up.
“Do-on’t hurt him Yoongi,” you mumbled, trying to stay conscious.
“But Y/N, he-”
“He’s young and stupid. Let him learn from this instead of murdering him for it,” you said, exhausted.
“As you wish, Y/N. Allistar?” He said, turning and giving the man an icy glare.
“Y-Yes?”
“If you ever come near my wife again, I don’t care how much you beg, you’re a dead man. Understand?”
“Yes,” he said, slumping over and landing on the deck on his knees.
Yoongi nodded in finality, picking you up and starting to walk off the deck.
Jin followed closely after, fussing over you and Yoongi both. The entire crew followed closely behind Yoongi and yourself, making sure no one came close to you.
“Yoongi? Can I sleep now?” You yawned, cuddling up to him and his warmth.
“Yes dear, sleep. You need it,” he said.
And with that you drifted off into the blackness...
—
You woke up a few hours later, a chill running through you. Yoongi was asleep on the other side of the bed, back facing you as he slept. You smiled and simply grabbed another blanket that was at the foot of the bed and pulled it over you, cuddling back down into the sheets when-
“Y/N,” Yoongi said, facing you now.
“Yoongi!” You yelped, jumping up. You hissed in discomfort as your shoulder whined in protest at the sudden movement.
“Are you alright?” He asked, shuffling closer to you.
You nodded slowly, rubbing your aching muscles to ease the pain. He sighed and pushed your hands away, moving your shirt down and looking at the bullet wound himself. You blushed and looked away, trying not to seem childish in your actions.
“It doesn’t look infected. It was a clean shot, through and through but it might’ve chipped something in there. Do you want something for it?”
You shook your head, simply rubbing it some more. “No, it’s not so bad. Just hurts with sudden movement,” you explained.
“Alright,” Yoongi said, leaning back down on the bed.
You mimicked the behavior, about ready to fall asleep once more when Yoongi spoke up again.
“Y/N?”
You turned your head towards him, looking at his soft expression in the moonlight.
“Yes?”
“Are you okay?” He asked, looking at the bruise purpling on your cheek.
“Yes, I’m alright. How about you?”
“I’m... nervous,” he said carefully.
“About?” You continued.
“This... Us...” he whispered softly.
“What about us?” You asked.
“Well ever since that day everyone’s been calling us husband and wife and I, well... I haven’t properly asked you and you haven’t actually said yes. There’s been no ceremony and I feel like I should at least ask you what you want before-”
“Yoongi, are you asking me to marry you?” You gaped.
“I think that’s what I’m trying to do, but I’m not sure,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
“Well. Ask me properly then,” you said, sitting up in bed and smiling. Yoongi sat up as well, moving forward to take your hands.
“Y/N, will you marry me?”
“Absolutely,” you nodded. Coming forward you brought Yoongi into a hug. He smelt like the sea and something else. You weren’t sure what it was, but it brought you comfort. He patted you back softly and when the two of you broke apart, you gazed at him.
“Something else troubles me,” Yoongi said, playing with his fingers.
“What is it?” You asked.
“I don’t know you very well. I know you’re stubborn and you are clever. But I don’t know much else besides that. But I do know how frightened I was when I thought you’d died. I-um... Well let’s not go there but, tell me something about yourself that no one else knows. And I’ll do the same to you,” he offered.
You mulled it over in your head for a moment before thinking there was no harm in letting your future husband get to know you. Thinking a little longer you came up with your answer. “I’m a terrible swimmer,” you confessed.
“Are you really?” Yoongi asked, looking at you with concern.
“I can keep my head above the water and that’s about it,” you said, blushing.
“That’s not a good trait for someone who is at sea often,” he mentioned.
“That’s why I don’t make it common knowledge,” you said flippantly.
“Alright, fair enough,” Yoongi said.
“And you? What’s something that no one else knows about you?” You asked.
“I love dogs,” Yoongi announced.
“You what?” You giggled.
“I love dogs. When I was younger we had a dog named Holly and I loved him. To pieces I did.”
“Aw that’s sweet,” you said, smiling at him.
“But there’s no room for a dog aboard a pirate ship so I haven’t had one since. Probably never will again. But, I love the creatures. They’re loyal, and loving without restraint. I want to show that kind of honesty with myself,” he said.
“Well, never say never. Maybe we could get a dog someday.”
Yoongi smiled at that. “Maybe we could,” he agreed, “but it’s late. You need your rest. Lie back,” he said, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over your form. You snuggled deep into the scratchy wool, letting the comforting sensation overwhelm you.
Just as you were about to fall asleep you felt a small kiss being pressed to your head. “Goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams.”
—
During the night, you were tossing and turning...
You felt a strong hand on your shoulder. Jolting you moved to see Yoongi, staring at you softly.
“Are you alright?” he asked, pushing himself up on his elbow to look down at you.
“Y-Yeah, just can’t seem to get comfortable,” you answered, brushing your hair from out of your face. You looked at Yoongi with a gentle gaze.
“How can I help?” he asked, scooting closer to you.
“I... Um-uh,” you whispered, Yoongi suddenly seeming almost too close.
“Y/N...” his eyes trailed down to your lips.
“Yoongi?” you questioned. He leaned forward slowly, waiting for you to reject him. It didn’t happen. You allowed him to connect his lips to yours, making your body run with electricity. You didn’t have any idea what had gotten into Yoongi, you had no idea that he felt this way. But you weren’t going to stop him when it felt so right.
Pulling back you rested your head against his. “What’s this all about?” you asked.
“I don’t know what’s come over me, but I can’t hold myself back... Y-you’ve made a mess of me, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Yoongi,” you whispered.
“I’m sorry, I-I’ll stop,” he said, moving to turn over.
“No!” you yelped.
“Y/N?” he said. Hope filled his eyes as he looked at you with a new found hunger.
“Don’t stop,” you pleaded.
Yoongi rushed forward and placed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Yoongi smiled against your mouth as well, making it a little difficult to kiss him.
“Don’t smile so much, can’t kiss you properly,” you giggled.
“Sorry, I can’t help but smile when I’m with you,” he said, wrapping his hands around your waist. God your blood was on fire, you couldn’t help the whine that came from your lips.
“Yoongi,” you whimpered, pushing your chest against his desperately.
“I hear you dove, I hear you,” he said, encouraging you to lie down on your back.
“But Yoongi,” you whispered.
“Are you alright? Did I go too far?” he asked, worry crossing his features.
“No, it’s alright, just... hurry,” you said, thighs rubbing together out of discomfort.
“I want to take my time with you, dove. I want you whimpering my name as I make you come undone again and again beneath these sheets,” he said, smiling brightly.
“Yoongi, it’s-it’s my first... I’ve never,” you said before he placed his fingers on your lips.
“That’s alright, I’ll show you. You’ll be safe, I’ll take care of you,” he said, interlocking his fingers with yours.
“I trust you...” you said.
Yoongi looked down, eyes growing dark.
“That is your first mistake,” he growled, launching forward and pressing his thumbs into your throat.
Fear struck down your spine at the man. Someone you’ve never been fearful of, until now.
“Y-Yoon-gi!” you gasped out, pushing against his strong arms. You tried, wriggling your legs, fighting tooth and nail, but it was no use.
Yoongi was crying as he looked down at you.
“I’m so sorry, but they’ll never let you live,” he cried.
—
You awoke to an empty bed. You grabbed at your throat, still feeling the haunting touch of the one you wanted so badly. It made you feel uneasy in the room, everything undisturbed. Yoongi’s clothes were missing, he was probably on deck ordering the men about.
But everything was normal, the room looking like it did when you’d gone to bed.
You decided it would be best if you got up and shook the odd dream off, not letting it affect you and your day. Although you couldn’t help the soft sensation of someone’s lips draping against yours for a moment, before it disappeared completely.
Gathering your clothes up, there came a knock at the door.
“Who is it?” you asked. Walking up to the door you listened through the wood.
“It’s me,” Yoongi’s voice echoed through.
“One moment, let me get changed!” you said, turning away from the door before you heard it open anyways.
“We don’t have time! Tobias’ ship has been spotted near the Painted Shell Isles,” he said, barging in.
“Yoongi!” you yelped, holding your clothes over your scantily clad body.
“Oh-um, sorry, we-we can talk through the door,” he said, shutting it quickly.
You rolled your eyes before beginning to dress.
“Where did the information of Tobias come from?” you asked, pulling a stocking up your leg.
“Scarlett, she heard the news on a dock in Yocleptes. A former crew member of his that was disgruntled divulged in another sailor and one of Scarlett’s crew over heard. So naturally, they told her and now she’s back in Shipwreck cove to gather a few of us to go after him,” he said.
“Who will be joining her?” you questioned.
“Us, Jimin and Allistar will be joining her on this, the rest will be trying to get more information on the Heart of the Ocean, and what kind of danger we’re in,” Yoongi answered.
“Yoongi, if Tobias truly does have the Heart of the Ocean, what kind of danger would we be in?”
“I think you already know, Y/N. A man with that kind of power, the nasty beast of the Kraken at his side, we’re looking at someone very threatening. He could very easily control the entirety of the seven seas,” he said, concern dripping into his tone.
“We can stop him, can’t we Yoongi?”
“I hope so, Y/N, I hope so.”
--
It’s difficult to find Yoongi for the rest of the day.
Whether he was in the cabin and needed privacy or was plain just not around. You were wandering around shipwreck cove, just getting used to the surroundings. Some of the stuff here was extremely old, to the point where you were curious when it came from.
You found a cutlass on the inside of one of the halls, picking it up you marveled at the craftsmanship. It was beautifully made, well balanced and just the right size for you.
“That was me mother’s cutlass.”
You gasped and dropped the sword, and it nicked a finger on the way down.You yelped in discomfort, holding your finger in your mouth. But then it was you realized you weren’t alone. Turning around slowly you found Swallowtail, looking at you with a passive look.
“I-I’m so sorry,” you said, hurrying to pick it up to hand it back over.
Suddenly, a clang rang throughout the air. He had drawn his own sword against you. Looking at him you wondered if he knew what he was doing, or if this was another test from yet another Pirate Lord. Allistar nearly tried killing you, now Swallowtail seemed to be... challenging you?
“Don’t be sorry, be ready,” he said, taking a swipe at your cheek. You ducked backwards, sword coming up to block the blow.
“What are you doing?” you asked, incredulous at his actions.
“Testing out to see if Yoongi’s bride is really worth all the talk. Allistar certainly gave you a run for your money, but now... it’s my turn,” he said, bringing his sword up again to take a swipe at your already injured shoulder.
“I don’t want to fight you,” you said, blocking the blow once more.
“Then get ready to die,” he said, striking with force towards your knees.
Blocking his sword you lifted up and pushed his blade away from yourself, easing back into old habits was difficult if you haven’t practiced. But sword fighting was in your blood with your father having to fend off petty thieves and sometimes even pirates. Interesting that you would throw your lot in with them, even possibly marry one. But your father knew the fascination with treasure, the longing for freedom on the sea.
Although it was no time for reminiscing, it was time for action.
You moved forward, food first to give yourself power behind the movement. You struck for his shoulder as well, trying to give a show of power. He parried your move, swinging the blades down away from his body much like you had done earlier.
“You have some fire in those veins, I can see it, just how to get it out of ye is the question,” he snickered.
You breathed, trying to keep a level head. If you got angry, you’d get sloppy, and that could cost you big time. You had to be calm about this. As if your life wasn’t on the line.
His next move was a thrust for your stomach, something that could really do some damage if you hadn’t moved back when you did. This man wasn’t playing around, he genuinely wanted to test you, try see if you were all bark and no bite. Although that should’ve occurred to you a little earlier, maybe when he brought the sword out. But it didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was showing you weren’t some arm piece for Yoongi. You were able to hold your own and do what needed to be done without a man standing guard over you.
“We don’t have to fight you know,” you tried to reason, throwing a jab at his ribcage.
“Apparently, my dear,” he crossed his blade with yours, drawing it down until the very tips were touching. “We do.”
He threw his blade over his head and brought it down as if to cut you in half with it. But you blocked the slower movement easily, sliding his blade away with a flick of your wrist. The confidence was coming back, the sureness in your steps. It was feeling familiar again, to hold the blade in your hand.
“What will you do when my husband gets here?” you said, teasing him.
“Well, perhaps he’d like to join in?” he laughed, throwing another slash your way. Another block, the sword moving away from your body.
“You’ll be sorry you messed with me,” you said, pushing forward and cutting with ferocity. He moved out of the way just in time, your blade hitting the wood behind him.
“Why? Gonna sick yer husband on me?” he taunted.
“I’ll do worse,” you smirked, “making you regret the day you ever decided it was a good idea to mess with me.”
“Lass, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but, you don’t scare me,” he said, swiping forward. You heard the whistling of the metal ringing through the air. It made your blood sing, the feeling of fighting again. Fiercely moving a blade in your hands.
“You underestimate me,” you said, “I’ll make you regret it.”
He laughed, hearty and strong. “I’d like to see you try.”
Moving forward you struck harshly against his blade, making your teeth ring in your skull. He seemed unfazed by your aggressive attack. Swallowtail moved once more, as if he were dancing with you. Together the pair of you charged at one another, swords coming together in a loud clang. You were a breath apart, looking at each other through crossed blades.
“You have great spirit Lass, I’ll give you that,” he said, pushing you harshly backwards, making you crash into the wood of the wall. You winced, feeling the splinters cutting into your skin. But you didn’t stop. It was a matter of your pride at this point. You didn’t care about what he said, you just wanted to win.
“You don’t know me,” you said, growling.
“Don’t be that way lassy,” he said, mocking a hurt tone.
Suddenly, he was at your throat, sword pressing into the soft flesh there. You gasped in shock, your blade held limply at your side.
“Sorry lassy, nothing personal, strictly business,” he said, pushing the blade in harder.
You felt a warm trickle of blood going down your throat.
Before you could cry out, a blade was held against his neck as well.
“Yoongi,” you whispered.
“Now, Swallowtail, this is no way to treat a lady,” he said, smirking.
“Ah, we were just practicing,” Swallowtail smiled, moving away from you.
“Yes, practicing includes pushing so hard my wife bleeds?” Yoongi asked.
“Don’t act like you haven’t spilt a little blood in the name of practice Yoongi,” he scoffed.
“Step away, Swallowtail,” he said, pushing his sword a little harder.
“Aw, I was just looking for a little fun,” Swallowtail complained.
“I won’t ask again, Swallowtail,” Yoongi warmed.
The man stood, putting his hands up in a mock surrender. Yoongi didn’t dare move his sword from his throat. You stood up, placing your hand against your throat, trying to stop the bleeding.
“Now, if I see you come near my wife again, there will be hell to pay,” Yoongi said.
“You can’t threaten everyone who comes near her, Yoongi. Sooner or later, something is going to happen. Because she’s the bride of a pirate. You think this life saved her? You’re wrong, all you’ve done is sealed her death,” Swallowtail laughed.
“I-I,” Yoongi stuttered.
“That’s not true, Yoongi. Come on, let’s go,” you urged, putting your hand on his arm. He listened, turning around and putting you in front of him before walking you down the hallway.
Yoongi was physically upset as you approached the Grail.
“Don’t let him get to you,” you encouraged.
“I’m not, don’t assume me to be so feeble minded,” he growled.
“Yoongi I wasn’t-”
“I need a drink,” he complained, rubbing his forehead. Jin approached the pair of you, looking confused.
“Where have you two been?” he asked, curious.
“Doesn’t matter,” Yoongi said, brushing him off, moving to walk towards the stairs. Jin looked at Yoongi’s retreating form with a confused look on his face.
“It’s a long story,” you said, moving to head below deck.
“We’re leaving in the morning to sail for Tobias,” he said, looking at you.
“We are?” you asked, remembering that Yoongi had told you earlier in the day that Tobias had been spotted. Somewhere near the Painted Shell Isles.
“Yes, the Captain said we’d be leaving at day-break. You should get some rest, you look tired,” Jin said, patting your shoulder before heading off to round up the crew. No doubt to get them ready for the next day.
With a sigh you decided you’d sleep somewhere else for the night. Not sure if Yoongi really wanted to be bothered right now. There were a few rooms in the keep you could no doubt sleep in for the night. But the recent interaction with Swallowtail made you a little wary to leave the ship.
Something told you you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.
Wandering towards the stern of the ship you gathered yourself and sat down at the corner of the deck. But soon enough, with the gentle rocking of the ship and the low hum of the men beneath the decks, you were lulled into sleep.
