He walked away from you, inside of the ship. If you didn’t figure out why he wanted you to remember so badly, then you were either (1) running away or (2) stupider then Alfred. He sighed. He still couldn’t believe that he actually kissed you. He was so in the moment and so hurt at the same time that you didn’t remember that he just did it on impulse.
He sighed and walked past his cabin and continued down the hall. He wanted to get lost. He wanted to get lost inside of his own ship. But that was impossible. He knew this ship like the back of his hand. He knew how to get everywhere, where everything was. He ran a hand through his hair. He was going to have to apologize to you. But, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it yet, not after he just kissed you and walked away.
He clenched his fists. No. He wasn’t going to apologize. He was just going to try harder to make you remember who he is to you. Once that task was completed, he would make good on his promise to you. He had hoped that saying the same thing he said so many years ago would spark some sort of memory, and sleeping with you the night before.
When he heard you call him Arty, he thought you had to have remembered something, because that was all you would ever call him when the two of you were young and living in the orphanage. He thought you had a spark of recognition after he said those words about becoming a pirate, and after he kissed you. He hoped to god he wasn’t mistaken.
"I swear, (name), I swear that I will make you remember me." Arthur said.
You covered your mouth with your hand and turned to look at Arthur's retreating form. He kissed you. He kissed you. He kissed you… and you liked it. The air of familiarity never left him. It only increased. You knew him. You loved him when you knew him. But, if you loved him, why did you forget all about him? This was all just too confusing.
You turned to look at the sunset. Your first kiss was from a pirate on a ship at sea in the heat of an argument. Or… was it your first kiss. You felt like you kissed those lips before. Your body remembered the way they felt from somewhere, the softness, the taste, and the way they fit perfectly against yours.
You dug around your memories, trying hard to remember. You didn't want him to look at you with that painful expression that wasn’t completely covered with his stony façade. You didn’t want to hurt him anymore. You wanted to remember for him.
Oh god… you thought, I'm falling for him.
You put your face in your hands and shook your head. You were falling for a bloody pirate. You started laughing uncontrollably. The same pirate who forced you to eat, who locked you in his room. The pirate who slept with you, who kissed your head and your lips. The very pirate who stole you from your wedding, your home, stole one other thing of yours, something you hold precious. You threw your head back, laughing like a maniac, tears falling from your eyes from laughing so hard.
That pirate, no, that gentleman known as Arthur Kirkland stole your very heart.
You woke up the next morning alone in Arthur's bed. You stretched, yawning, and got ready for breakfast and made your way to the kitchen. In the back of your mind you wondered where Arthur was. Even though you admitted your feelings to yourself, you didn’t plan on telling Arthur. Not until you remembered who he was, not until you regained all of your memories from the past.
You got your food from Roderich and found Alfred and Peter sitting at a table, you walked over to them and sat down on the bench. The three of you ate your food, chatting happily with each other. Then you made your way to the deck.
"Are you in love?" Peter asked out of the blue.
You blinked. "W-what do you mean?"
"You seem much happier then you used to be. I'm not sure if that’s what the glow of a woman in love is, so I figured I'd just ask." He said, shrugging.
You felt your face flush and looked to the side. "I guess I am."
Peter looked up at you. "Is it that wanker of a brother of mine?"
You looked at Peter and winked, putting a finger over your lips. "Don’t tell anyone. Arthur wouldn’t leave me alone."
"Well then I guess I should start calling you sis, now." He said and laughed.
You laughed with him.
When the three of you made it on to the deck, Alfred handed Peter a sword and told you two to fight. The two of you fought multiple times. It was just about dinner time, you beat Peter multiple times, making the record eight to four in your favor. After you won the last fight, you head someone clap behind you. You looked at Alfred and he shook his head, pointing past you to the other side. You whipped your head around and saw Arthur standing there, leaning against the railing.
You quickly turned your head back and helped Peter back onto his feet. He grinned and stepped back to stand next to Alfred, who was watching the two of you with interest. Arthur walked up to you and you turned to look at him.
"Care to join me for a walk?" he said.
You looked back at your friends and they both looked in separate directions and started whistling. Apparently they weren’t going to save you. You sighed and looked back at Arthur and nodded. He turned and headed back into the ship. You followed behind him. The two of you walked in silence for a bit. Then Arthur spoke.
"So how much do you remember?" he said bluntly.
"What do you mean?" You asked.
He stopped walking and turned to face you. "I mean, how much do you remember about the past."
"I'll answer your question after you answer one of mine." You said.
"Always stubborn, aye, love." He said. "Fine, what's your question?"
"Are you the one I'm already promised to, as you put it?" You asked.
He was silent for a moment and sighed. "I guess there's no point in lying." He ran a hand through his hair. "Yes. I am the one who you're promised to through your own consent. So now my question?"
"I remember you saying that you wanted to be a pirate. And I remember that we always used to sleep together at the orphanage, though, I never really understood why then." You said.
"It was because I wanted to keep you warm so you wouldn’t get sick sleeping on the ground without a blanket." He said, shrugging. "Back then, I thought it was the gentlemanly thing to do. What else do you remember?"
"Did you kiss me before? I mean before last night." You asked.
"Why does it matter?" He said.
"Well, maybe if you tell me, I'll remember more." You countered.
"Always quick with the wit." He smiled adoringly and started walking again.
You followed. "So are you going to answer me or not?"
He didn’t answer, only kept walking. Eventually, he arrived at a door, a door that you recognized to be the door of his cabin. He walked in, you behind him.
"Answer me, Arty. Seriously." You said.
"You always used to call me that when we were younger." He said and sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to him for you.
You sat at the foot of the bed, your back to him. You heard him sigh and rest his forehead on your back.
"Will you please just answer my question?" You asked.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. He pulled you onto his lap and looked at you with those bottomless emerald eyes of his. You noticed they had a glint of desire in them, mixed with need. He put his forehead against yours.
"Yes. I have kissed you before." He said.
"It was the day before I was adopted. You and I had gone to the usual spot," he said.
"The cliff ledge. I remember that spot."
He smiled at you. "Yeah. Anyway, you and I were there, just sitting, staring at the sunset as we so often did. Then, this was a spur of the moment thing, I pu—"
"You pulled me onto your lap, just like this, and asked me to be your bride." You finished for him. "I agreed and then you kissed me. The day before I turned eleven…"
He nodded. "Yeah. Now, do you remember the first time I told you that you would be my wife one day?"
You were silent for a moment, thinking. "It was... when we were ten. You walked out of... that run down orphanage," you said, remembering the day as you spoke. "I ran after you and we went to the cliff ledge. We watched the sunset and you told me that once you became a pirate you would save me from the orphanage and make me your wife."
"You've finally come back." He murmured, his forehead still against yours, and closed his eyes, a serene smile playing across his lips. "I finally have my (name) back."
Before you could say anything he hugged you tightly and then kissed you hard. Unlike the other kiss, this one had all of Arthur's longing, passion, and love in it. He held you tightly and you kissed him back, twining your arms around his neck. The kiss ended when Arthur needed air, too soon in your opinion.
The two of you looked at each other. You weren’t causing Arthur any more pain. You weren’t hurting him anymore. You finally remembered who he was, what he was to you. Arthur smiled and kissed your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck.
"(Name)…" He murmured against your neck. "I want you…"