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Reader’s POV Marcus was gone; with any luck, for forever. After three weeks, you were beginning to feel as if maybe, he wouldn’t come around again. You could hope for that at least. Maybe you were actually going to get to live peacefully now. Being part of a Germanic tribe was surprisingly civilized. You had always expected horrific things and monsters at your door every day, animals attempting to eat you, that sort of thing. There was none of that though. None of the Germanics actually seemed barbaric to you. And that was opposite of what you expected. Even though you’d always tried to give their kind the benefit of the d

Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxPirate!Reader The Stormstone, Chapter 6 --- You gave the area one last sweeping glance, eyes lingering on the lake. The Skyshadow's engines changed pitch, letting you know it was getting ready to depart, the ascension propellers making your hair whip around your face. You jumped up onto the bottom rung of the ladder that had been lowered for you just as the ship began to rise into the dark sky. You climbed easily up the rope ladder, your boots hitting the deck with a satisfying thump as you swung over the railing. Beilshmidt was being held by his arms by two of your crew members, both rather large. You had made him

It was a beautiful day in japamerica as you strolled gracefully down the street. Your flawlwess, beautiful, silky, flowing, radiant, magnificent locks glistened in the sun and your voluptious, fantastic, super  bodacious bod was making all the men within a 91928 mile radius fap themselves dry as every single woman on the planet hated you for being so perfect and smart and amazingly amazing. Some player hatin' hoe tossed a bomb at you but you just whipped that shit away with your totally rockin' tits and it flew back incinerating her and a nearby building wich you walked away from in slow motion, too cool and baller to even bother