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The Gypsy's secret (Pirate!England X Reader) 1
Blue.. blue as far as the eye could see. Blue above her and blue below, it all seemed to melt into one another and merge. The young woman tried her hardest to find anything that wasn't blue, but the only thing that she could see was the bright and gleaming sun above. She closed her (e/c) eyes and took a deep breath, letting the salty, yet fresh air fill her lungs as she tried to clear her head.
“How did this happen?”
Her memory sent her back to only a few hours ago, to her beloved island where she alone was living. Her family, long gone.. and the only visitors she had were those who had traveled far to seek her wisdoms. She remembered sitting on the sand near the ocean, listening to what it had to say as she had done many a time before.. and what it had to say was none to uplifting. “Leave..flee.. run..danger!” and no sooner had she heard it's warning, a figure loomed in the horizon. Small and unrecognizable at first, but as it drew nearer.. there was no mistaki
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soldier!PrussiaXReader! Mein Schmetterling pt 1
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“Verdammt... vhy do ve have to go to this stupid gathering? As if ve didn't have enough to do already.” Gilbert Beilschmidt grumbled in frustration as he and his younger brother, Ludwig walked down a very decadently decorated hall. They were both dressed in their finest uniforms, the medals that they wore ever so proudly gleamed on their chests and their hats were firmly tucked under their arms. Both brothers were highly decorated officers in the German army, and the country was hastily preparing for war. Ludwig sighed heavily as he looked at his brother “You know vhy...” The albino grunted as he ran a hand through his snowy white hair. “Ja, I know vhy you have to, Major.” He said, drawling the last word sarcastically. Although Gilbert was the oldest br
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Nordics (Norway and Denmark) x reader Chapter 1
1924. The sun had gone down hours ago, casting a long dark shadow over the large metropolitan city. A thick fog came rolling in like a horde of ghosts, only adding to the ever growing erie atmosphere. The more respectable of the city population were safely locked inside their snug homes, waiting for the sun to arise and give them a brand new day... however, there were those who ventured out into the cold, dark hours to go on exciting adventures. Adventures that mostly happened downtown where you could hear the muffled sounds of roaring jazz music coming from inside what looked to be abandoned locations. Where young ladies could indulge in obscene dancing, drinking and other morally indecent things of which their mothers would never forgive them. Where young men would woo said ladies, sell and enjoy illegal substances, and do whatever they pleased. These were revolutionary times, where both women and men sought out freedom that had been so brutally taken from them during the great war t
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1924. The sun had gone down hours ago, casting a long dark shadow over the large metropolitan city. A thick fog came rolling in like a horde of ghosts, only adding to the ever growing erie atmosphere. The more respectable of the city population were safely locked inside their snug homes, waiting for the sun to arise and give them a brand new day... however, there were those who ventured out into the cold, dark hours to go on exciting adventures. Adventures that mostly happened downtown where you could hear the muffled sounds of roaring jazz music coming from inside what looked to be abandoned locations. Where young ladies could indulge in obscene dancing, drinking and other morally indecent things of which their mothers would never forgive them. Where young men would woo said ladies, sell and enjoy illegal substances, and do whatever they pleased. These were revolutionary times, where both women and men sought out freedom that had been so brutally taken from them during the great war t
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Taken (Viking Denmark x Reader) Epilogue
___ eyes scanned the blue horizon, watching the sun set beyond the great ocean and color the sky in all kinds of bright oranges and pinks, colors that they had only seen once before.. on a ship that sailed to a far away place. The queen sighed softly as she folded her hands in front of her, 5 winters had passed since she was taken away.. and now, she couldn't even imagine being happier. She had grown to be a most beloved ruler and a strong and independent woman, things she never in her wildest imagination thought she would ever become. She found herself thinking less and less of her old home until she had almost forgotten about it completely, only now and again would she wonder what everyone on the other side of the ocean were doing. She never felt sad or the need to see everyone again, because everything she loved and held dear were here, on this island, her true home.
And yet.. at this very moment, she was rather uneasy and wished she could be elsewhere. She had something weighing on
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His warmth, her scent (America x reader)
September, the month that kicked off the fall season. The month that brought the darker and longer nights, and the month that made it incredibly hard to wake up in the morning. _____ was snuggled deep under the  fluffy and warm covers, not even considering leaving her bed at all that day. She could hear the Autumn leaves rustle in the wind outside her bedroom window, she smiled to herself as she imagine the cold wind and the fact that she was not going to go outside to feel it. “Haha, stupid wind.” she mumbled to herself as she snuggled closer to the center of the bed until she bumped into something she assumed was someone's back. That someone stirred slightly before turning around, lifting the covers gently and looked down at the curled ball that was ____.
“_____, What are you doing?”
The (h/c) female slowly looked up at the source of the deep, sleepily husky voice that called her name. Alfred Jones, the otherwise very lively American was not a morning per
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Taken (Viking Denmark x Reader) 11
Air.. the lack of air was wearing ____ down faster and faster with each passing second. The young queen, was dangling 6 inches off the ground, held up by the throat by a pair of big, filthy hands. Her arm were hanging limp at her sides and her vision was starting to fade, this is what Mathias had been trying to prevent.. this was why he had been out every day. To look for the man who wanted to cause ___ harm. Bjornir was smirking wickedly as he tightened his grip on the young woman's slender neck, earning a small gasp from her lips. The large man laughed loudly, a laugh that would make any wild beast cower away and hide. “This is rather nice.. to see the life slowly fade away from your eyes.” He growled as his face drew nearer. “Where is the spunky wench from the ship? Does she want to plea for mercy?” he asked, earning a sharp glare from the (e/c) queen. Plea for mercy? Her? She had never pleaded for anything in her whole life, and she was determined not to sta
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Blue.. blue as far as the eye could see. Blue above her and blue below, it all seemed to melt into one another and merge. The young woman tried her hardest to find anything that wasn't blue, but the only thing that she could see was the bright and gleaming sun above. She closed her (e/c) eyes and took a deep breath, letting the salty, yet fresh air fill her lungs as she tried to clear her head.

“How did this happen?”

Her memory sent her back to only a few hours ago, to her beloved island where she alone was living. Her family, long gone.. and the only visitors she had were those who had traveled far to seek her wisdoms. She remembered sitting on the sand near the ocean, listening to what it had to say as she had done many a time before.. and what it had to say was none to uplifting. “Leave..flee.. run..danger!” and no sooner had she heard it's warning, a figure loomed in the horizon. Small and unrecognizable at first, but as it drew nearer.. there was no mistaking it's shapes. The young fortuneteller shielded her eyes to better see, the wind tugged ever so lightly on her long, unruly (h/c) hair. Her mouth fell slightly agape and her (e/c) eyes widened tremendously at the sight of it. A ship... with a black flag! She quickly jumped to her feet, hoisted up her brightly colored skirt and started to run as fast as her bare feet would carry her. Away from the white, sandy beach and into the thick jungle that made up most of her precious island. She jumped over great logs that had fallen over, cut through bushes so fast that the leaves flew around her. Her tangly hair would get caught in the low hanging branches, but she didn't stop.. she couldn't stop. Even when she felt as if her lungs would burst, she didn't stop to catch her breath for one second, but sighed with relief when her wagon came into view.

There it stood, like it had been standing since long before her birth. A brightly colored, beautifully carved caravan. It was all that was left after her once large family, and seeing it usually filled the young fortuneteller with immense calm and happiness. But not this time. She ran up the three steps that led to the door, almost breaking it open only to forcefully shut again once inside. She turned on every key, smacked on every lock as she cursed under her breath. She had had pirates come visit her before sure enough, but they usually heeded her warnings. She had a strong feeling, that this particular pirate would not be so easily discouraged from whatever he was seeking. She hurriedly scurried around in the tight space of her caravan, putting all kinds of herbs, charms  and trinkets into a brightly embroidered pouch which she tied to her waist. A snap of a branch not far away made her stop her scurrying and freeze. They were already very close.. too close. She could hear the swinging of blades as shrubs, branches and bushes were cut down. Heavy steps that grew closer and closer, chatting and laughing. She could see shadows moving around her little camp from her windows and from under her door, pearls of sweat slowly ran down the back of her neck as she tightened her hands into fists. She jumped ever so slightly as someone lightly knocked on her door, she dared not answer it.. she clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, trying to pray them all away and never to return.

Silent, she could still see the shadows from under her door.. but they were dead silent. The (h/c) haired woman opened her eyes ever so slightly, and she could feel her body relaxing. Did the prayer work? Would they leave? But her moment of relief was very short lived as someone forcefully kicked on her door! She automatically grabbed the small dagger on the nearest table and held it behind her back, knowing she might have great use of it very soon. Another hard kick. The bolts on her door came undone and the door fell flat on the floor, kicking up dust as it did so. A man, not much older than herself, entered the room, removed his pompously  large feathered hat and bowed deeply before her.

“______, finally we meet.”

____ scowled as she eyed the young pirate up and down. His hair was blonde and messy, his emerald green eyes gleamed with mischief and he had a very arrogant, yet charming air about him. She knew full and well who this famous pirate captain was. “Arthur Kirkland.. how dare you come to my island and kick back my door on my caravan?” She demanded while crossing her arms over her chest, not letting up her scowl. She could feel her fear quickly boil over to extreme irritation. The (h/c) female had heard of him many times from other visitors. How he shamelessly flirts with young noble women, tricks them, robs them blind and vanishes. Just the thought was enough to make her sick. She had quite forgotten the dagger she was trying to hide, but it was still firmly planted in her tight grip.

The pirate captain straightened up and placed his hat back on his head, smirking at the young lady before him. She wasn't the noblest of ladies, but she had a.. what was he supposed to call it? Earthly beauty? “You weren't easy to find Madam, but rumors say that you are the best fortuneteller to ever grace the earth.. so I came all this way because I require your help.” He could tell that no matter how thickly he lathered this, she wouldn't fall for it. He quickly understood that she was way too stubborn to fall for his otherwise very effective charms. She had that 'What-Makes-You-Think-I-Want-To-Help-You?' Look written all over her face. He walked further into the spacious room and looked around, there were different herbs and crystals hanging from the ceiling, strange looking liquids in different glass bottles, charms he had no clue what for and the place was doused in heavy, yet very pleasing scents. “I'm looking for something, something that is very important to me. I need you to tell me where I can find it.” he explained nonchalantly while still looking around, finding more fascinating items every few minutes. He could feel her cold stare in the back of his neck as he wandered around, knowing he was getting on her nerves. And he quite enjoyed it.

_____knew exactly what he was talking about, she had heard it many times before from others who wanted to find the same thing. “I know what you seek, many have tried and every single one has failed.. and so will you.” ____ said matter of factly, turning her nose up in the air and flipping her tangly hair over her shoulder as if she indeed was one of the noble women on the mainland. Arthur laughed heartily before turning his emerald green gaze towards her, finding her form quite amusing. “That love, is because they didn't bring the map with them.. which I am going to.” He stated while smiling broadly at her, making her arch a brow in a curious manner. The gentlemanly pirate slowly walked up to her with his hands folded behind his back, the devilish smile still plastered on his lips. “You see, a while long ago I heard this rumor about two halves of a special crest, that when made whole it held special powers.” He began while slowly walking around her, stopping only to fidget with her gold hoop earrings. His touch was so gentle that it was giving her freezing chills down her spine, and she loathed it! “Of course, this intrigued me.. so I started to search for the two halves. And as luck would have it, I found the first half in an old woman's grave on a long forgotten island.” He chuckled as he fished a golden plate out from the pocket on his deep red coat. The plate had been broken in half straight down the middle, but it had been polished to perfection and it was sparkling beautifully.

But ____ was far from impressed, truth be told, she was starting to get extremely frightened. She knew where he had gotten the plate from, she knew the story and what would happen if the two halves where brought together and most importantly.. she knew where the other half was hidden. She also knew that the two halves had to be kept separated, or there would be hell to pay. She bit her lower lip as she tore her (e/c) eyes away from the golden plate and turned back to the captain who held it. He grinned as he put the plate back in his pocket and backed away towards the door opening where he leaned against the doorframe.”I know that old gypsy woman gave you the map lass, it's in your head.. which is why I'm taking you with me.”

The young female gulped softly as she tightened her fists til her knuckles hurt. This man... he knew the secret.. the secret was not a secret any longer. Cold sweat was trickling down the back of her neck as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, making a decision right then and there. She had to get to the other half before Arthur could get hold of it.. she just had to! She exhaled and opened her eyes slowly staring at Arthur Kirkland as she formed a mischievous grin of her very own.”If I decide to take you, what's in it for me? What do I get out of it?” She asked coyly while placing her arms on her hips. Arthur was slightly taken aback by this, not expecting this kind of reaction from her. He blinked curiously a few times before he drew his sword and pointed it at her neck, the point just barely touching her skin. “You know what will happen if you refuse love, so I think it be wise if you just come along without a fuss” He said while tilting his head to the side, his eyes gleaming dangerously green. But _____  was smarter than that, she knew she had the upper hand. She boldly stepped forward and let the tip of his sword press against her neck, shocking the young captain. “Ah yes, but you see.. I'm not much worth to you dead now am I? And I don't give away my services for free.” She stated cooly, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. She needed him to believe that she would do it for a prize, if she came along too willingly he would probably suspect that she too wanted the pieces.

Arthur looked at her, clearly in shock. This young lass had guts, and she could drive a pretty hard bargain. He himself would never admit it, but he was impressed. But it drove hims mad that she was in fact right.. he couldn't kill her, and if she wanted she could also lead them into danger. She was good. He chuckled and looked down as he put away his sword and once again put his hand in his coat pocket, pulling out a sizable leather pouch and threw it to her. “You drive a hard bargain miss ____.Will this suffice?“ He asked as he crossed his arms. ____ inspected the content of the pouch, and she was surprised. Coins.. lots and lots of gold and silver coins. Nodded her head before tying the pouch to her waist along with the other one. “This will do for now... I promise that I shall lead you to what you seek, you have my word. so, if you would kindly leave my home so I can lock it?” She asked while motioning for him to leave, which he did.

They both stepped outside where a few of Arthur's men were waiting, amongst them a rather tall young man with deep blue eyes and sandy brown hair with a peculiar hair piece sticking right out from his head. “She agreed to come? You are amazing captain!” he exclaimed enthusiastically, which ____ thought was a really odd way for a pirate to behave. They had left her camp alone and had been waiting patiently outside.. which also surprised her. As soon as she had made sure that her little home was locked up and safe, they started to walk towards what she guessed was the ship. And as she walked she started to think about her beloved little place in paradise and if she would ever get to see it again. She already started to miss the smells and the feel of the wood when she ran the palm of her hand over the carvings that bejeweled it, the way the raindrops would make comforting music as they fell on the trees outside.. Oh how she would miss it. But she was quickly brought back to reality as she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder that quickly spun her around, bringing her face to face with Kirkland once again. He looked rather serious this time. “How do I know that you won't be leading me astray princess?” He asked lowly.. almost whispering. This was obviously a question that had plagued his mind. Although she could to some degree understand his worry, _____ was offended by his words. She narrowed her (e/c) eyes and glared angrily at him “You just have to trust me.. I never go back on my word. Never.” She hissed before turning back around, whipping him in the face with her hair before stomping off after the others and cursing him under her breath.

It didn't take them long before they reached the white sands of the small beach, the sun was setting and it painted the sky with the most vibrant pinks and oranges you could ever imagine. In this moment _____ realized how much she liked and appreciated the feeling of the soft, sun-kissed sand under the sole of her feet and between her toes. To feel the breeze on her skin and through her hair and to just be by herself. It almost made her want to shed a few tears, but she fought valiantly to keep the tears at bay. Arthur's ship was not too far away and it didn't take too long before she found herself onboard the most magnificent vessel she had previously seen as just a shadow on the horizon. And all the while, Pirate Arthur Kirkland looked mighty pleased with himself. “Welcome to the mighty “Ghost Dancer” Finest ship to ever sail on these waters.” He exclaimed proudly, puffing out his chest as he put his hands to his hips. It was a mighty and pristine ship right enough, but the (h/c) young madam would never say it to his face, if only just to spite him “It's alright.” She stated shortly, earning a scowl and a huff from the young Captain before he muttered to his first mate to cast anchor. And they were on their way.

The scene got blurry and ____ opened her eyes again, staring out at the all blue, never changing horizon. “Oh..That's how.”
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“Verdammt... vhy do ve have to go to this stupid gathering? As if ve didn't have enough to do already.” Gilbert Beilschmidt grumbled in frustration as he and his younger brother, Ludwig walked down a very decadently decorated hall. They were both dressed in their finest uniforms, the medals that they wore ever so proudly gleamed on their chests and their hats were firmly tucked under their arms. Both brothers were highly decorated officers in the German army, and the country was hastily preparing for war. Ludwig sighed heavily as he looked at his brother “You know vhy...” The albino grunted as he ran a hand through his snowy white hair. “Ja, I know vhy you have to, Major.” He said, drawling the last word sarcastically. Although Gilbert was the oldest brother, he was not as highly thought of as his beloved younger brother. The Fuhrer had clearly stated that he did not particularly like Gilbert's sort.. people who looked different. Unfair, yes.. but there was nothing to be done about it. And because of that..no matter how experienced he was, Gilbert had to settle for Lieutenant. “I don't see how my presence vill make any difference.”

The year was 1943 and the second world war was already in full vigor. In a short amount of time, the German forces along with the Axis had taken total control over most of Europe and the world was in shambles. However, the iron grip Germany had previously held, was starting to weaken and things were slowly surely changing. The defeat of Stalingrad hit the German forces, Hitler and the nazi regime immensely and there were rumors floating around about the Fuhrer that were none to pleasant. Many of Berlin's residents had already evacuated in fear.. not much resembled the once lively and bustling city.

The two brothers stopped in front of a set of large double doors, none of them were too keene on stepping inside. Gilbert took a deep breath and wished he could be somewhere else as he watched his younger brother put his hands on the door handles, pulling the doors open. They stepped into a room that looked like the office of royalty. Expensive carpets on the floor, masterpieces hanging on the wall, not a chair.. but a throne stood behind the large mahogany desk filled with papers. The smell of cuban cigars filled the air and the entire room read luxury and privilege.. which made Gilbert sick to his stomach. In the middle of this elaborate office stood a very short, round man also dressed in uniform.. however this man had never been near any sort of battle in his life. He was one of the puppeteers... the ones that pulled the strings and made the soldiers go wherever he wished for them to go, all the while sitting safely behind his desk. He was Brigadegeneral Shultz. The two officers straightened up and brought their right arms up to their foreheads in salute, earning a satisfied nod from the round gentleman. He grinned widely while approaching them with his arms open wide.

“Ha! Major Beilschmidt! It's good to see you again mein freund!” He exclaimed happily while shaking Ludwig's hand fondly. Gilbert, whom was used to being ignored by the higher ups, bit his lower lip and stared in front of him and tried not to speak his mind. He usually got into  trouble when he did. “Ve vill be dining vith a very good friend of mine this evening, he is bringing his lovely wife and daughter along vith him.” The round man beamed before turning on his heels and walked towards the great dining hall next door, the two brothers following not too far behind.

Gilbert thought this was all a waste of precious time, while he and his brother were there dining with the finest, his comrades and war brothers were fighting for their lives. The only reason he was there in the first place was because his younger brother insisted on dragging him along. “This is bullshit..” he muttered annoyingly under his breath as he followed into the dining hall. And that's where she stood. A gorgeous figure with silky (h/c) hair and adoring, yet mystical (e/c) eyes that could stare into anyone's soul if ever she wanted to. Never in his entire life had he seen such elegance and such beauty, just by looking at her he forgot all about how pissed he was and his longing to go back to the front line with the other soldiers. His breath hitched in his throat as if he had forgotten how to breathe and he completely froze on the spot as she turned her head towards him and his brother, the smallest smile graced her red painted lips. She was standing right next to a very tall, muscular middle-aged man with a very bushy grey mustache, and Gilbert immediately guessed it was her father. His whole demeanor was very harsh and military, his back was straight as a plank and his gaze was ice cold.. to explain it in simple terms, he didn't look too friendly. Not too far away, sitting in what looked to be a very uncomfortable antique chair, a woman who clearly resembled the younger lady in the room. She dripped with elegance and you could tell she was used to the finer things in life.

“Oberst ______, Major Ludwig Beilschmidt and his younger brother, Lieutenant Gilbert Beilschmidt.” Their host beamed while introduced the brothers to the stern looking officer. Gilbert narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly. Younger brother? He was the oldest for Christ sake! He had the right mind to open his mouth and give the host a piece of his mind, but he bit his tongue when he once again glanced over at the young woman. What was it with her that filled his entire body and soul with such calm? How could she make him feel like that just by looking at her. Once again he could feel his breath hitch in his throat as her deep (e/c) gaze met his. This was not normal! He wanted out of there lickety-split, but at the same time he wanted nothing more than to talk to her.“Vhat the hell am I supposed to do?” he thought as he ever so slightly loosened the collar on his uniform, hoping it would help him breathe a bit better.

“Beilschmidts, This is Oberts____, his wife Gerda and their charming daughter ____.” Shultz explained while smiling ever so broadly, gesturing towards the grand family before them. _____, so the beauty had a name. He and his brother both lifted their arms up to their heads and saluted the family that had been presented to them.

You watched the white haired officer with great interest. Never in your life had you seen anyone like him, not even close. His skin was milky white, his hair like freshly fallen snow and his eyes glowing red like the brightest rubies. And although he was wearing a uniform and looking very dapper indeed, he didn't look quite as prim and proper like the tall blonde one did. He almost didn't look real. When Herr Shultz introduced him as the younger brother, you could tell it didn't sit right with him at all. His jaws as well as his fists were clenched tight as he glared daggers at their well rounded host. He really made you curious and you automatically wanted to know more about this mysterious soldier. Earlier that evening, your father had told you that you were going to meet with a very well known and respectable war hero named Ludwig and that he wanted you on your best behavior, but there was nothing about Ludwig that seemed interesting. He looked like pretty much every other German soldier your father had introduced you to, but Gilbert.. he was special, you could tell that right off the bat.

It didn't take long before your father engaged in what looked to be a very military kind of discussion with Herr Shultz and Ludwig. Your mother, whom rarely participated in any kinds of discussion at all, was happily sipping on her drink by herself and enjoying her own company. You sighed heavily while leaning against the wall, dinners with people in the military was the most tedious gatherings you knew of. The men, of course being officers or otherwise engaged in the military, talked about the war and different strategics while the women sipper their drinks and talked about their men. And all the while, your father tried desperately to find you a nice and respectable husband. You honestly couldn't imagine a more dreary thing, you really couldn't. You restlessly fidgeted with the pearls that so neatly rested against the skin on your neck as he suddenly felt a presence next to you. You looked to your right and saw that the white haired soldier had leaned up against the wall right next to you, so close that your shoulders almost brushed against each other. You clenched the pearls in your hand and quickly looked away as you felt your cheeks instantly heated up, praying he didn't notice.

“Aren't you..uh.. joining the others?”

Gilbert looked down at the young lady, whom for some reason had turned her face away from him, chuckled and shoved his hands into the pockets on his trousers. “Vhat's the point? They von't listen to vhat I have to say anyvay. They never do.” He said casually while staring into thin air. He didn't really know what urged him to come and stand next to you, he was just instantly drawn to you. He found it incredibly strange that your father had brought you there just so you could stand by yourself. You both stood there for quite a while.. at least it seemed that way. You still didn't dare to look at him as you could still feel the burn in your cheeks, but the silence between you was starting to feel strange and uncomfortable.  You racked your brain, searched and searched for something to say so this damned silence between you would end. But you came up empty handed. “I'm making you feel uncomfortable, aren't I?” Gilbert suddenly mumbled, the tone in his voice was quite sad and almost, dared you say, disappointed? When you felt that he was slowly pushing himself away from the wall and was about to leave, you quickly turned your head around and stared at him with a shocked expression. You were pretty certain your cheeks were ember red, but you honestly didn't care. Not at all. “Absolutely not!” You exclaimed, maybe a bit louder than you had wanted.

The wave of relief that washed over him the moment you turned your head around and he could finally see your face. He really had not expected that kind of reaction from you. He couldn't help the grin that was making it's way across his lips as he once again leaned against the wall, his hands now folded over his chest and he looked rather pleased with himself. “Quite a reaction Frau.” He chuckled while looking at you, mischief gleaming in his ruby red orbs.

You were flabbergasted.
soldier!PrussiaXReader! Mein Schmetterling pt 1
I have had this idea in my head for ever, but I'm not quite sure if it turned out as well as I imagined it in my head. What do you think?

And no, I don't support nazis or the like, it's part of German history... so there!

Mein Schmetterling - My Butterfly
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I got my drivers liscence! I'm driving! alone! me! So happy!

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Hey dudes and dudettes!!
I'm Maddie Kixx, nice to meet ya ;D
I'm a hyper, wierd and happy kid and I love to dance,
I mean reeeaaly love it. Beauty captures my interest. I also like to Write draw and take pictures.

Yeah.....

I love to talk, so talk to me ;D

Current Residence: My room
Favourite genre of music: Old school rock
Favourite photographer: Don't have any
Favourite style of art: hmm, too many
MP3 player of choice: My phone XD
Shell of choice: A Turtle Shell ;D
Favourite cartoon character: Manic the Hedgehog, Yakko and Wakko Warner, Raphael, Jack Skellington, Dodger, Denmark, Norway and Prussia
Personal Quote: Oh Come on!!
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DolphinsKiss Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2016   Traditional Artist
Malin  :)
My DA friend made this group
The-Hetalia-Union

if you'd like to, would you please join?
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MaddieKixx Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2016
let's take a look-see ^^
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DolphinsKiss Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2016   Traditional Artist
Thank you ^ ^
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DolphinsKiss Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2016   Traditional Artist
hey, Malin
sorry if I said something stupid on your latest journal
I kinda felt I did
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MaddieKixx Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2016
Did you? Oo
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DolphinsKiss Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2016   Traditional Artist
kinda felt so
but if you think all is fine, I'm relieved  :)
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MaddieKixx Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2016
I honestly don't think you said anything wrong, I was just upset and really bothered at the time.

What made you think you said anything wrong?
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DragonWolfOtaku Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2016
Happy Birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day!
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MaddieKixx Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2016
Thank you so much ^^
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DolphinsKiss Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2015   Traditional Artist
Merry Christmas, Malin  :)
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