Richtofen X Reader (Random types of writings)

Winter Wasteland (Part 1)

(2.0 Richtofen x (Female) Reader)
(Part 1) <One shot>
(Y/N)--

December 23, 1918. Northern France

It was cold. No, it wasn't just cold...it was freezing. I trudged through the four-feet deep snow, aching to find somewhere to take shelter.

Or at least build a fire.

I knew besides the weather, that I was generally safe. The snow is too deep for the zombies to comprehend. I tightened the thick jacket I had taken from an abandoned house I managed to come across on my travels.

My mind wondered off, until I saw smoke. Smoke. Made by people. My pace began to increase, hoping to find a place to rest, warm up, or something that isn't in the snow.

After what felt like hours, a metal door coated with a thin sheet of ice stood proudly in front of me. By now I knew very well that walking up to a base with people is not the best idea. 45/55 chance they're going to be generous, however there is more of a chance they'd open up armed with SMGs or rifles, basically anything that'll kill me.

I know because it happened to me before. However, because I'm a girl, they underestimated me gravely. That was their mistake. I raided their entire camp after killing all of the group members. I guess you would call me heartless. Honestly I'm really not. I just don't really care about someone's life if I don't know them personally.

I took an inhale, knocking on the cold metal door. I clutched my pistol in hand in case things got...dirty.

To my surprise, the door opened. A tall male with dark brown hair opened the door. I gazed down at his jacket.

'U.S.M.C,' I thought, 'American...'

"Well hello there...~" He seemed to sing almost. I knew what he was trying to do, however I've never felt this emotion.

He was trying to flirt with me. I wasn't looking for something such a relationship, let alone I don't feel love at all.

"Funny, look. C-Could you open th-the door an-and let me in?" I asked, as my eyes were irritated from the frost on my lashes.

"Oh--Uh, yeah yeah!" He replied quickly, moving out of the way. I quickly stumbled in the door, shaking.

I was so cold, but I could feel the warmth. It felt so close. It felt so...nice.

"Ahem..." The same voice abruptly coughed, startling me lightly. I snapped out of my daze when two arms wrapped around my back. I looked up quickly, but my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Oh dear, ve must get jou varm! Jou could get hypothermia...!" An accent tinted voice said. But my mind was not on earth, it felt. I saw his mouth move, but I didn't hear anything.

"I-I-I...I-I'm...sorry...!" I slurred, fumbling over my words. I couldn't understand why I would be feeling this way? It was strange. I've never felt like this before.

  "It's alright dear! Ze doctor is here to take care of jou!" He responded with a smile. My cheeks flushed with warmth, I don't understand.

  "D-D-Doctor...?" I asked shakily, as my body shivered. His smile grew wider when he looked down at me once more.

  "Vy yes, liebling! Ich bin Dr. Edvard Richtofen, at jour service!~" 'Richtofen' introduced.

  "Yeah, and I'm--" The American was abruptly cut off by Edward.

  "Ja, Ja, Dempsey ve get it. Now, go do somezing useful vy I take care of our guest, ja?" He said, a smirk on his face.

  'Dempsey' seemed to look annoyed, turning away with a huff. I giggled, continuing to shake. My hand was taken gently, as my cheeks flushed with this warm again. My hands felt tingly.

  I was lead to a medical bay, and he took my jacket off from around me. He motioned me to lay on soft bed, and I did so. I comfortably wrapped up tight in the blanket as he requested me to do after I had gotten comfortable.

  A fire was lit in the fireplace, as he began to cook something I wasn't too sure about. Was he really taking care of me...?

  This was new. Nobody has ever taken care of me this carefully before. It felt so nice. Just this man's presence made me feel so warm somehow. Perhaps...this is love? No...Love at first sight isn't...I-I...don't know...!