#hartmannseille

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Go back to your jail Meier

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Bby luftwaffe bois

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Ok but???? But???????????????? This!!!!! Gdgsysgsgsgsgsgsg GAGGAGAGAGGAGAHAHAHAJAJ BAARK BARRRK EWWOOFFFFF WOSGFSFS HANS JOACHIM MARSEILLE AND ERICH HARTMANN UUSHFSGSHAHAHAHHSHW

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❛Mein Herz wird immer dir gehören❜

Ich empfinde endlich wieder aufrichtige Freude. Ein kleiner Schimmer von Hoffnung bebt über meine Brust. Ein wenig bedrückend aber doch zu gleich wunderschön. Es zeigt mir einfach das ist dich nie vergessen kann. Kein anderer Mensch kann solche Gefühle in mir erwecken wie du.

Hans-Joachim Marseille x Erich Hartmann

...Hartmann raises the hand that was covering the other's eyes, the top of the white bandage was speckled with blood. He caresses his thin cheek, gently leans down to place a kiss on his lover's forehead.

"It's okay, Hans. I'm here, I'm here."

Hans-Joachim Marseille, blue-eyed, auburn-haired, agile, reckless, fearless, tough, enduring as Krupp steel, a perfect model of the preeminent Aryan race,

and with a broken heart.

“Erich, why is a raven like a writing desk?” he asks Hartmann, almost imploringly.

A twisted smile appeared on the younger face. “Because we are all guilty. You, me, the Führer or the Allies, we all carry on our backs sins, waiting to be freed one day.”

Marseille rose to his feet and pushes Hartmann onto the bed. He buries his nose in the crook of the blond youth's neck, biting hard into his flesh, the smell of fresh blood spilling out, making him dizzier than a bottle of cognac.

"I miss you, my love". He whispers hoarsely.

This time, Hartmann doesn't push him away.

Hans-Joachim Marseille likes everything about Erich Alfred Hartmann. Falling in love from the sun-colored hair to the deep blue eyes like a wave in the sea, loving each other's smile, every action, every breath, comes almost an obsession. And more than that, he love the moments when they made love, when he showed those reactions and expressions that would never be shown in front of others, things that belonged only to him.

All resistance disappears in the blink of eyes, the pain and despair that tormented him for several days follows, giving way to nostalgia and a burning desire to be with the person he had longed for, like a traveler who finally reaches an oasis in the middle of a vast desert at a moment when he seems to have fallen...

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The extroverts 🥰

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Crying because these two are made for each others

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Hans Joachim Marseille and Erich Hartmann - Nachthimmel by Phạm Dung

I commissioned my friend and told her to draw hartmarseille. "Use your creativity, surprise me". And it turned out amazing, the best birthday present i have ever received

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Hartmarseille wehrmacht/gestapo and spies AU