A Soldier's Silence

A Soldier's Silence

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Albrecht Stein x Reader #1 Napola #1 Albrecht Stein My father named me after the goddess of Hunting. Artemis. He got me with the willing of the Führer into the Napola of Burg Bouzov. The plan was to succeed and go to the front after I graute and be a hero. But someone got in my way and he didn't let me go. It's a story about a female soldier whose father is a top Spion in the SS. He trained her his whole life just for the Elite. With permission of the Führer she could go there and learn like every other soldier. Her father made her to a brutal living waepon that's whole life was just aiming for this moment. But it gets a lot more complicated that it should be. !SMUT! The characters are from „Before the fall" Enjoy reading
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I owed her a proper letter, I didn't write enough, but what could I say. It seemed like everyone else wrote so much more than me, but they probably had more people to write to than just their mom. Every time I tried to tell her what happened with Anne, what the trenches were like, how desperately I had to hold myself together, the agony I was always in, why should she know, what was the point. I never could figure out if it was kind or cruel that demons could never have demonic parents, my mom's humanity meaning she would never know how it was, and sometimes, like now, I wouldn't tell her if I could. I like being her invincible daughter, like no other succubus, how happy she was when I convinced her I would survive this, and I would, but she didn't need to know how, but I couldn't lie. My letter told her I was alive, not sick or injured, that I miss my home, I miss her, that I love her. It was what I could manage, so it had to be enough, she would understand. This is smut with a lot of plot. Content Warnings/Additional Tags (This is intended to be a fun read, but one where characters deal with serious issues). Lesbian Infertility Queer Gender Dysphoria Legal Discrimination Eating Disorders Guns Futa Chronic Pain Bigotry

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