Heydrich’s funeral
“I saw our Führer take the podium, my heart was racing in my chest, I was clenching my teeth to avoid uncontrollable sobbing, the others’ eyes were luckily pointed towards Hitler, all I could feel is the immeasurable anger and hate towards the sons of bitches, who ended Heydrich’s life, and grief, I swear to God and the Reich that I’ll find the assassins and personally strangle, watching their faces turn blue.
I could feel my hands clenching so hard, that the nails are digging into my sweaty palms, my head started pounding from my clenched jaw, but I can’t help it, I cannot release my anger here, it is a funeral after all, not to mention that it’s the Obergruppenführer’s funeral, I felt a light tap on my shoulder and when I turned around to see who’s touching me, I heard them whisper if I was okay, I answered that I am although I’m actually not, at least it served as a reminder to relax so I wouldn’t draw too much attention to myself.
But I knew one thing, that I’ll avenge his death, he might’ve not known me personally, but he was the biggest role model to me, a true German, a true Aryan and I’ll be damned if I don’t do anything and forget about him, those allied assassins will face my wrath and the last thing they’ll see is my grin and pleasure from seeing them perish!”
Hitler x Reader
Joedolf, Joedolf, Joedolf !
loyal to a fault
playing so rough with your toy you break it
shower time
Someone gets some flowers
For the @reichblr-ficathon “Three Sentence” challenge.
There had been something abnormal in Eva’s response to those flowers, the ones that Adolf had given as a request that they simply let bygones be bygones, that he had given as a proposal for a much desired and long overdue reconciliation, that he had given in response to her second attempt at death: a strange hesitancy in accepting them, a sudden anxiety in being around them, an almost outwardly and bizarre aversion toward the sight of them, as though she were looking at death all over again.
And what an odd thing to see in such a universal representation of life, he’d thought–in what is now for them a bittersweet symbol of rebirth; but he hadn’t asked about it and he doesn’t want to ask about it; because intuition says it will lead back to him and neither of them want to talk about that because they are fine now, everything is back in place, everything is how it should be, everything is how she’d wanted for it to be and how he’d meant for it to be, they are fine now.
That stupid cat-and-mouse game of jealousy, of entitlement, of rejection, of fear, of desertion, doubt and denial that had suddenly become their relationship and had quickly gotten out of hand and then unexpectedly deadly, that is over and they are fine now; she can and should enjoy the sight of those flowers now; he just wants her to be how she used to be whenever she was around him now….
Reichblr Ficathon 