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Unconventional: Chapter 4 (PrussiaxOC)I immediately did as my father told me to and left to gain the support of the tribes. Alfred assured me he would be fine on his own, and so, I tried not to worry too much. I spent years wandering among my people, sometimes trekking through the forest, sometimes riding on a borrowed horse. I came to them in the attire of our people, wearing skins, feathers, beads, and moccasins. Occasionally, when approaching the more warlike tribes, I wore battle makeup. Always, I kept my father's cape of eagle feathers about my shoulders. To have one feather of an eagle is a great honor, to bear a cape made of them is unheard of. It was widely known that only my father, Chief Orenda, possessed such a cape, and so, to see me wearing it, the tribes knew who and what I was. I was greeted with respect and only occasionally challenged in a test of strength. Everyone was willing to listen, however, only some were willing to follow. As I gathered followers, my strength and power grew. Where there had once beUnconventional: Chapter 4 (PrussiaxOC) by BlitzwingRox
Unconventional: Chapter 3 (PrussiaxOC)Alfred and I were together for nearly ten years, during which time, England was gone, tending to things in his own lands. As time passed, we grew closer until we were, as some say, joined at the hip. I spent less time in the tribe and more time staying in Alfred's large home. I felt accepted, truly accepted for the first time in my life, and it was not a feeling I was ready to give up. I supported Alfred as the mistreatment of his people began. I will never forget the night he told me he wanted to become independent.Unconventional: Chapter 3 (PrussiaxOC) by BlitzwingRox
"But, Alfred, you adore Arthur. Why do you want to separate from him so badly?"
Alfred paced furiously before the window, wearing a pair of trousers and a common white shirt, not at all the clothes of a gentleman. He was beginning to reflect the state of his populace, while I remained unchanged. I had never seen him so depressed or angry.
"Britain's changed," he replied, "He's not like he used to be. I get that he has to do as his people say, but, he does have influence. H
Unconventional: Chapter 2 (PrussiaxOC)I met Alfred one day when I was visiting Boston. I had dressed the part, wearing a corseted gown and sunhat, carrying a handbag and appearing as though I were on of the middle class ladies out for a stroll. I enjoyed being around my mother's people. They were so very different from the tribe. Of course, despite my attempts to blend in and simply enjoy my surroundings, I drew numerous stares. After all, my only 'British' feature was my blue green eyes. Otherwise, I looked like my father's people. I was often avoided or sometimes met with open hostility. On this particular day, I was greeted with the latter. I can remember it so well.Unconventional: Chapter 2 (PrussiaxOC) by BlitzwingRox
I had briefly stopped to admire the ocean in the harbor when one of the sailors approached me, grinning lewdly.
"Hello, there, pretty lady."
I felt my nose crinkle in distaste. He smelled foul and I got the impression that his personality matched his stench. At my expression, his grin widened.
"Now, now, don't make that face. I'm just a humble sailor," he s
Unconventional: Chapter 1 (PrussiaxOC)My name is Rosemarie. A stupid name, isn't it? At least, by modern terms it is. Rose never did seem to be an extremely popular name. Now, Mary, there were always a hundred Mary's and likely always will be. I suppose it all has something to do with it being the name of the Virgin Mother. Some people say my name is old fashioned, others that it is elegant, and some that it is 'unconventional'. However, my mother was never conventional, not even when it came to naming. Indeed, she had that extremely unconventional affair with my father, the affair that created me. Proper British women were not to fraternize Native Americans, or Indians, as they are more widely known. Perhaps, if an Indian woman came to trade, minimal contact may be achieved, but aside from that, a strict distance was kept. For a romance to bloom between a British woman and a Chief was shocking, scandalous, and, of course, could only end in tragedy.Unconventional: Chapter 1 (PrussiaxOC) by BlitzwingRox
I'm not sure what drew my father to my mother. Perhaps it was her h
Practice (Instructor!Levi X Dancer!Reader) AUPractice (Instructor!Levi X Dancer!Reader) AU by Greystream
The light sound of footsteps patted against the floor impatiently, soft hums heard from the corners of the room. You glanced around nervously, rubbing your bare arms. No one told you the attire was so revealing. Maybe to some it was fine, but you felt so exposed. Small straps covering a portion of your shoulders, tight black leotard with a silky raven tutu. One of the perks of being a dancer, the clothes.
Just taking a look around, you could tell you wouldn’t be the best. There were the girls that looked small and nimble, already stretching along the bars. Then there were the other females who looked strong enough to rip a blue whale in half. Your gaze wandered off to the boys. Some were scrawny, though flexible, as others arms rippled with muscles as the girls giggled in the sidelines.
What were you doing? The absolute opposite of everyone else. Just reading a lovely romance novel, like any other anti-social idiot. You weren’t here to make friends though, you were here to
Swashbuckler - Pirate!E/F/S/P/R x Reader PrologueThe Ghost of the Stars. That is what he was. A mystery, an enigma. A pirate who wasn’t a pirate. A pirate without a pirate ship. An enemy, and yet a savior. Who was he? This man, only a man would be so daring and strong, who had created many morals and yet never had any himself?Swashbuckler - Pirate!E/F/S/P/R x Reader Prologue by KaijinKyn
He was an assassin. An assassin of two...
“TODAY! TODAY IS THE DAY WE FINALLY CAPTURE THE GHOST OF THE STARS!” A mans voice rang out across the surface of his ship. He was on the short side, with a mop of messy blonde hair on his head and eyes as green as only the most precious of gems, eyes situated underneath two fuzzy eyebrows. This man was Arthur Kirkland, Captain of his pirate ship, The Oberon. Today he was determined to catch the criminal who plagued the void, where pirates steered their ships.
Nobody had ever seen the Ghost. Today, Arthur Kirkland would. He was sure of it. He would make sure of it, or die trying.
“Yo! Iggy! Where we searchin’ first?” Of cou
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