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DenmarkxReader - Warmth Part 2I drowsed in my chair, feet up on the little table on the balcony. It was a quiet evening on the ship with the sun setting over the ocean and providing a fantastic vista while the slight, gentle rock of the boat and thrum on the engines lulled me to sleep. Matthias had suggested this Caribbean cruise as a winter vacation with a promise that we’d still be home for Christmas. I had jumped at a chance to get away from the cold, and I felt totally justified in my decision as I lazed in the low-seventies heat that felt more like low-eighties with the humidity. The warmth was cloying, but a lovely change from the winter cold I’d bee
Excerpt: Anachronism part 3Charles stumbled into the kitchen where I was frying eggs, my shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow. He had a hand to his head and was scowling as he squinted at me. I gestured toward a chair nearby and he staggered to it, dropping into the seat as if his legs couldn’t support him anymore. I smiled a little as he groaned, leaving the stove for a moment to pour him a cup of tea from the waiting pot.
“Here,” I said, “Drink this, then get yourself another and another and another, until the headache goes away.” He took it, glaring at the cups contents.
“I prefer my tea stronger,” he grumbled, but threw t
GermanyxReader - Treason Part 2Panting with terror from the dream, he turned the lamp on with shaking hands, seizing the picture beside it so that he could trace over the lines of her features with his fingertips. It was the only thing that drove away the nightmares, as ashamed as he was of it. He had never been one to have night terrors, even as a child, Ludwig had slept soundly with only the occasional dream, and rarely nightmares. Now, he had nightmares every time he closed his eyes so that he slept little and was almost afraid of the dark. And they were always the same, the recurring dream of that night the Allgemeine Schutzstaffel, men he had known and counted as
PrussiaxReader - Treason Part 2The bitter cold seeped through the wool of his coat as he pushed open the gate to the shabby little cemetery. It squealed on rusty, half-frozen hinges, but gave way as he shouldered it aside. The bells and sculpted angels from an earlier era were blanketed with snow, the gravestones and the path totally obscured from view, but Gilbert hardly needed to see it to walk the cracked paving stones. He wound his way past the plots and half-sunken mausoleums to the furthest corner of the graveyard, where a sparse wood bordered the iron curlicues of the fence. He counted the trees outside the fence out of habit, his boots stopping him in front of
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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