fem!ReaderxNyo!Prussia - Female Warrior (Pt. 2)fem!ReaderxNyo!Prussia - Female Warrior (Pt. 2)1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
“He, what’s with that sudden crying?”, Marius asked shocked, falling down on his knees in front of you.
You slowly stopped sniffing.
“Alright, take your clothes off”, he ordered you, face to face.
What? You looked up, directly into his bright red and honest eyes.
You slapped him.
It seemed it took some time for Marius to realize what you had done.
Honestly, who did that guy think he was?
You were definitely not that kind of woman! The hand reached for the bayonet, again.
“Wait, wait”, Marius tried to stop you, sitting back, holding up his bare hands again.
You halted. What was he up to, now?
“I’ll show you something”, he said determined, straightening his back.
Slowly, he started unbuttoning his uniform. Finally, he took it off his shoulders.
His body was slender and curvy with a gentle waist. He appeared not really muscular, rather wiry and his skin soft and nearly white. Over his chest, he wore bandages wrapped around his to
fem!ReaderxNyo!Prussia - Female Warrior (Pt. 3)fem!ReaderxNyo!Prussia - Female Warrior (Pt. 3)3 weeks ago in General Fiction More Like This
Maria and you helped each other getting in your black uniforms and left the small tent.
There was some chaos in the camp. Everyone ran around and hurried packing and carrying things. And everyone got his arms.
You saw Gerhardt instructing other Free-Corps soldiers and approached him.
“Guten Morgen, Gerhardt. What’s going on here?”, you asked him.
“We received note that the French marched up half a day’s-distance away”, he explained “this was confirmed by your prisoner from yesterday. He, you there, go check the powder stocks, again!”
The French were here? But that mean... you were going into battle!
The column of the black Free-Corps infantry-company marched over the meadows.
It was somehow ironical, you would experience your first battle not together with the Landwehr, you had originally enlisted in but with the Free-Corps, Maria had forced you to join.
What was actual combat like? You had never thought of it before.
OC PROFILE: DAEDALUS VAN LICTENSTEIN IVOC PROFILING: DAEDALUS VAN LICTENSTEIN IVOC PROFILE: DAEDALUS VAN LICTENSTEIN IV2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Daedalus Maximillian Herodotus Roberto Julianus Van Lictenstein IV
Lord Van Lictenstein of Fleet
Marquess of Newgate
Duke of Marshalsea
Honorary Grand Lord Admiral of the 4th Airship Fleet
Honorary Brigadier, 3rd Batallion, 6th Regiment, Armoured Sentinels (The Devil's Steamers)
Lord Protector to the Royal Household of Van Oberon
Date of Birth: March 3rd 1980 (Protectorate of Westminster Infirmary)
Height: 5 feet 8 inches
Weight: 18 Stone (114.3kg)
Hair Colour: Jet Black, with thin streaks of grey
Eye Colour: Grey-Blue
Spouse: Lady Ophelia Van Lictenstein (MIA/KIA)
Style: Very much Steampunk. Never seen without his ebony and silver etched walking cane which in fact contains a double edged sword. (The universe he occupies is entirely Steampunk which follows an alternative time line to our own)
The Certain Suitcase AffairThe day was calm. The sky was clear. The wind was blowing just enough to make it feel slightly chilly. The leaves were just turning red and orange.The Certain Suitcase Affair1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
A woman walked quickly. Her gloved hand was holding her fur hat in place. Her blonde hair bobbed up and down in rhythm with her clacking red high heels. Her cheeks were rosy because of the chill.
The woman walked towards a man with a large suitcase. She stopped by him and they walked with each other for a short while. The man handed her the suitcase and she walked off with it.
Illya Kuryakin watched this exchange from inside a car. He brought his cigarette case to his mouth.
"She has made the exchange," He said into the case.
"Follow her," A female voice replied.
Illya started his car. He slowly followed the woman in his car. She didn't seem to notice him at first. As time passed she began to look over her shoulder and look at Illya's car.
"I think she has spotted my car," Illya said into his cigarette case.
"I suppose you should start foll