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Pirate!EnglandXReader-The Silver Compass{Pt1 Ch1}

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Just a little warning, there is something towards the end- If you think I should put a warning up, tell me-
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Clouds billowed across the horizon, above the sea. Near this sea, on land, was a fair sized port town, bustling and teeming with life. Ships and carriages like came from this bay town. Animals, food, clothing, slaves, and the like were pushed, pulled, dragged and killed on these every day.


At least, in the market side of town. In the urban part, houses, huts, and apartment like buildings lined the streets. Happy, smiling children had fun in small secluded yards as the French flag flew proudly on their homes.

Only those who had enough money could live in these houses.

Poor _____ was not one of those people. Abandoned on the streets at the age of six, her newly born baby brother Jasper getting the favor. The young (h/c) girl grew up alone on the streets of the market district. She resented her brother’s birth, and hated her parents with a fiery passion that could rival the strongest wild fire.


_____ only hope was that she could make herself seem like a boy long enough to get into the marines at the age of thirteen. That plan failed.


"Sorry girly, only men, union rules."


Years passed from then and _____ became a woman.
And a thief.




-Present time, Your POV-




"Get back here you wretched girl!" Came a voice from behind you, muffled only slightly by the crowd they pushed through. You, on the other hand, slipped through them with ease, nimbly making your way towards a local tavern, The Fortune Dagger. "Damned thief!" The voice yelled, giving up on the chase as you slipped farther and farther away.

When you found your way to the Fortune Dagger tavern, people passing by gave you an odd look as you pushed open the slightly heavy door.


As soon as it opened, the harsh scent of ethanol and smoke hit you, causing you to cringe. Closing the door behind you, you ignored stares from the drunk men, and even women (who were glaring as their men gawked at you), around you.


With a light, annoyed sigh, you looked around, (e/c) eyes connecting with violet irises. The person grinned, standing to greet you.


"Ah...Dusk, it's nice to see you~" The man came to stand before, standing at least a head taller than you, a smile plastered to his face. You backed up a bit, startled.


"Ivan...Don't that please, it’s creepy..."


"Sorry, sunflower." He replied, "Here, I'll make it up to you, yes? Come, sit." You made a face.


"No vodka this time, Ivan, Only light alcohol."


"But sunflower--"


"No vodka." You growled, sitting down at the table. Ivan frowned, sitting back down. "Now, I've...retrieved the compass from Bonnefoy's Marine troop." You leaned across the table to him, whisper only loud enough for him to hear you over the clamor of the tavern.


"Good, hold onto it for me for now, sunflower, alright?" Ivan smiled slightly at you, "You'll need it."


You blinked, staring at him for a second. "Why?" Ivan had always been weird, and it was rumored that the Russian descend man was a gypsy. He had a thing for the odd and a knack of appear and disappearing in thin air. He also had a way of knowing an exact point in someone's future. You had seen it before; with a friend of yours you had met on the streets.

 

"Just listen, Dusk," He replied, using your code name instead of his pet name for you. "You'll need this compass to help you continue your life, to help you move on."

Still confused, you closed your eyes. 

"And, _____? Good luck." You opened your eyes and he was gone.




-Later that day-




How the hell does he know my name?! Was an ongoing thought as the day went on. You had stolen bread, ran away from marines, and even polished your dagger, but the thoughts of the compass and of what Ivan had said plagued you still. Absently, you pulled the compass from your jacket pocket by your waist.


The compass was light, silver in color, cold to the touch, and smooth. You didn't dare open it though. It wasn't safe where you were, in the middle of the market district. There were probably marines nearby. So the district wasn't exactly the best place to be with something as valuable as the silver compass. You slid it back into your pocket as a hand suddenly covered your mouth.


"Mmmph!" You struggled, kicking and even attempting to bite your captor. The hand left.


"OW!--" Success! You thought a little too late. With a muffled shriek, you were pinned to a nearby wall in the shadows, the hand back on your mouth.


"Shhh!" A voice growled softly in your ear. You glanced at the person before noticing the marine troop passing by. Your eyes widened in fear and you attempted to struggle more. Hearing an irritated sigh, the hand was removed, but as quick as it left, something else was there.


Realization dropped like a stone and you immediately stopped struggling. The stranger was kissing you. KISSING YOU!


But you didn't struggle, and you didn't know why. It was like a switch was flipped in you.
When the marines were gone, the man pulled away, keeping you pinned to the wall. His emerald green eyes mesmerized you, locking your gaze with his. He leaned forward as if to try and kiss you again, but instead leaned towards your ear.


"My name is Arthur Kirkland, love." He whispered, causing you to shiver slightly, a faint, feather like sensation on your waist. You didn't know if you were blushing or what, but this Arthur person smirked, causing you to feel a blush. You noticed his accent was British, rare for a French bay town. He pulled away into the sunlight, letting you away from the wall.
This was when you could take in his full appearance. He wore a white shirt, slightly, poufy, a button up, with an ascot and an emerald like gem. He wore dark brown trousers, with tall boots. He wore a lighter brown belt too.


Looking back up at his face, you noticed he had attractively messy blonde hair and the thickest eyebrows (Caterpillars, you decided) ever.


Arthur must have seen you staring, because his smirk widened. "See ya, love~" And with that, he left.

You let out a short sigh, "What a strange man..."

Absently, you brought a hand up to your lips and touched them, remembering the mysterious Brit's kiss. Letting out a string of French and English curses, you blushed, stuffing your hand in your pocket, only to find...


Nothing. The compass was gone.

Again realization hit you.

"You insufferable man! KIRKLAND!!"


                                

_End Part 1_

Ch1- { You are Here }
Ch1.5- { Coming soon }


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Poploli123's avatar
Great beginning =D
I'm looking forward the next chapter !

For once a story where i'm french (like in reality ^^)