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Die Morgensonne | AustriaXReaderXGermany | Part 1Die Morgensonne | AustriaXReaderXGermany | Part 1 by ~ShippudenBlueKonan
Darkness was what she awoke to. Not utter, complete darkness mind you, as the presence of light in the room was still more than obvious. But it unnerved her as she forced her eyes open, only to stare up at a rather blank ceiling. So empty… and yet she couldn’t tear her gaze from the simplicity of it all. Something else came to her attention when she heard a gentle sound coming from through an equally as plain yet elegant doorway. She slowly turned her head in the direction and began to stand, legs somewhat heavy and clumsy, as if they had been stricken with paresthesia but without the tingling sensation. She pressed an ear to the
In Times of Darkness|Prince!GermanyXReader|Part 13In Times of Darkness|Prince!GermanyXReader|Part 13 by ~ShippudenBlueKonan
The first couple days of the festivities had gone over rather well, despite them being mere appetizers leading up to today, which marked the beginning of the Jousting matches. Ludwig sat hunched over the saddle as he rode his steed at a slow walk, careful not to bump into too many people along the way. The armour he was already donning was ridiculously heavy, despite his training with it. He had his helmet clipped to the animal’s right flank, as he’d rather be able to see what he’s doing and not overheat more than he already was. Making his slow way to the area that had been marked off as the ring, he followed the general fl
Change [Dark!GermanyXReader]Change [Dark!GermanyXReader] by ~ShippudenBlueKonan
It was true what they say, about how people change.
Even if an absence from their presence is brief, it is almost as if they were a different person. Certain events play out accordingly through that period of time which your eyes were turned away, events of which change the person for what seems to be the rest of their lives.
It twists them into something they were not, sometimes even something they never wanted to become.
This was how it always worked, and you learned this in the most difficult of ways.
You remembered Ludwig from a very long time ago, when you were merely school children full of both ignorance and innocence. It was a tim
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