#und pass gut

[daisies-daydreams]

Can we get a new story chapter for DeadBeat! Köing? He goes through the legal process; getting his name on the birth certificate, child custody/visitation rights and child support payments. He asks his ex on a date, just so she get unwind from her motherly duties. He than asks her if they could get back together?

One Step at a Time - Pt. 2 (Deadbeat!König x F!Reader)

Pairing: Deadbeat!König x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Broken German, Swearing, Trust/Abandonment Issues, Depictions of Panic Attacks Word Count: TBA A/N: Hi there! Thank you so much for your request - I feel like it's been forever since I've been involved in the COD community, and it feels good to start writing for it again. I hope you enjoy! (P.S. König's real name is Mathias in this continuity). Pt. 1

"♪ And up, up, up we go! ♪" Mathias cheered while bouncing your baby girl, Emilie, in his lap. Your daughter gurgled as he raised her arms above her head and danced along to the music playing on your TV. You watched with a soft smile as you finished up some work at the kitchen table. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, the bags beneath them seeming to grow heavier with each passing day.

"I swear, she loves this show," the giant man chuckled. You hummed as you typed away at the spreadsheet.

“Dadadada!" Emilie suddenly squealed, her boisterous laugh floating around the room like bubbles. Her father laughed and imitated her babbling before he kissed the top of her head. You couldn't help but chuckle at the way your little girl utterly adored her father - the man who shared the same sparkling blue eyes and fiery red hair with the little one. You sighed as you closed your laptop and tilted your neck side to side, the stress of the day still lingering in every fiber of your being. You smiled as Emilie cooed while she stared at the blue and orange dogs dancing on her favorite show.

"Thanks for watching her while I finished up," you said to Mathias as you strolled over to the couch. The tall man blinked as you sat down next to him while Emilie chewed on her bumblebee pacifier.

"No problem," he cracked a small grin. Emilie ducked her head into Mathias' broad shoulder when he tried to hand her over to you. His eyes widened a little as you paused.

"You can hold onto her for a bit longer. You still have about ten minutes," you smiled softly. His grin seemed to falter at your statement as she opted to gnaw on her father's dark t-shirt.

"Right," he sighed before turning his attention back to the screen. The three of you continued to watch the show before Emilie's eyelids began to droop. Mathias chuckled quietly as he cradled her in his arms.

"Aw, mein Kliene," he cooed as she yawned quietly [my little one]. She grunted and smacked her lips as he pecked her forehead. Mathias gently rocked her in his burly arms as he began to quietly hum:

"Guten Abend, gut’ Nacht, Von Englein bewacht Die zeigen im Traum Dir Christkindleins Baum: Schlaf’ nun selig und süß, Schau im Traum’s Paradies"*

Your daughter's eyes slowly closed as she yawned one last time. Your heart melted as you watched her drift off to sleep in his arms. Mathias glanced over at you and smiled gently.

"I missed hearing you sing," you confessed with a timid whisper. His cheeks dusted a bright pink as he looked back down at your baby girl.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Maus?" he chuckled softly. The two of you eventually made your way to your bedroom. Mathias continued to hum softly as he laid Emilie in her crib, the pudgy baby suckling on her pacifier as she stirred. You found yourself mesmerized by the fact that this giant, hulking mass of a man could be so gentle with something so fragile as your infant.

You were pulled from your thoughts when Mathias cleared his throat.

"(Y/N), could I talk to you in the kitchen for a moment?" he asked. You furrowed your brows a little as you nodded.

"Of course," you said before giving one last glance at your baby girl. You stepped out of the room with your ex, leading him into the kitchen. You couldn't help but cross your arms over your chest as you gazed into his icy blue eyes. "What did you want to talk about, Matti-Mathias," you corrected yourself before you said your old petname for him. Mathias seemed to catch it, though, as he paused for a brief moment.

"Well...I just notice how exhausted you've been lately with working extra hours and taking care of Emi," he began as he shifted in place. You saw the way he wrinkled his nose and played with the hair on the back of his head; tell-tale signs that he was nervous around you.

"So I was wondering if you, well, would allow me to take you out somewhere to unwind?" he asked. Your eyes widened by a fraction as you sucked in a sharp breath.

"You mean...like a date?" you asked. His breath hitched.

"Well, um, not exactly," Mathias muttered. He averted his gaze and sighed while rubbing the back of his head. "I just think that you need a break is all," he admitted. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot on the kitchen tile.

"And what's in it for you?" you asked with a raised brow. Mathias smiled sheepishly.

"A chance to catch up," he replied honestly. You tilted your head as he stepped closer. "Most of my time around you is spent with Emi, and that's great! But...I'd like to have a conversation where there's no crying or spit-up to interrupt us," he murmured. The room was quiet for a moment as you rubbed your arms. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid idea-" he began. He froze when you shook your head and rested a hand on his arm.

"No...it's a good idea," you admitted with a tired chuckle. Mathias' shoulders relaxed as his eyes brightened. "What did you have in mind?" you asked as you shuffled in place. Your ex shared the same exhausted smile as he leaned down. The tips of your ears burned as his face came ever so close to yours.

"It's a surprise," he whispered with a hint of anticipation. You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.

"Alright - as long as there's no spicy food involved," you giggled. Mathias chuckled, the corners of his baby blue eyes crinkling as his chest puffed out. "I'll just have to ask Mrs. Gonzalez if she can watch Emi," you said. The giant man beamed as he leaned his head back up.

"Great! Is it alright if I come pick you up around, say, six o’clock this Saturday?" he asked. You grinned and nodded. Mathias smiled widely as he dipped his upper body down and opened his arms. "Oh, thank you-" you flinched away, your heart pounding as your eyes widened. Your ex tensed as he cautiously stepped away.

"I'm...I'm sorry," he murmured.

"It's alright," you said. The two of you averted each other's gazes before his phone began to ring.

"Ah, arbeiten," he sighed [work]. The two of you exchanged glances as he began to stroll towards your front door. He paused and slightly turned towards you. "Maus, I…” his voice trailed off as his throat tightened [Mouse]. You tilted your head as you held your breath. Your ex opened his mouth before his phone began to ring again. He sighed as his shoulders fell.

“I’ll...see you on Saturday," Mathias waved with a strained smile. You returned his gesture before watching him step out of your apartment…a tiny, quiet part of you yearning to let him stay.

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“I’m keeping the ringer on my phone on full volume - just in case,” you told your older neighbor, Mrs. Gonzales, as you handed your baby girl to her. Her chocolate brown eyes lit up as Emilie cooed and blew a raspberry. Mathias lingered nearby, maintaining enough distance between the two of you as he slotted his thumbs in his jean pockets.

“Sounds good," Mrs. Gonzalez paused before glancing at the two of you. Her gaze turned steely as she looked up at Mathias. “Take good care of her,” she warned in a low voice. Your ex laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

“Don’t worry, Frau. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble,” he chuckled [Ma’am]. You felt a twinge of heat rise to your cheeks as you rolled your eyes. You smiled and pecked your baby’s forehead as she gurgled.

“Goodbye, Emi. Be good for Mrs. Gonzalez,” you said before cupping her cheek. Emilie suddenly sneezed before giggling again.

“Oh, don’t worry. She’s always such a delightful baby,” your neighbor chirped. You and Mathias exchanged weary glances before snickering.

“Yes, she is. Thank you again, Mrs. Gonzalez!” you said. Mathias stepped over and kissed the top of Emilie's head.

“Tschüssi, Bärchen,” he murmured before kissing the tip of her button nose [Goodbye, little bear]. Emilie pouted as he started to drift away, grabbing for her father with her tiny, chubby hands. “Aw, it’ll be okay. We’ll only be gone for a little bit,” her father murmured. She sniffled before Mrs. Gonzalez rocked her gently. You said your goodbyes, your heart aching a little to leave your baby...but a wave of relief washed over you knowing you wouldn't have to worry. You sighed and lowered your hand.

“Are you ready to go?” Mathias asked. You slowly turned your head and smiled. The drive over wasn’t too awkward, the two of you sharing small talk about your respective jobs and other menial things. Your eyes softened when he pulled into the parking lot, a familiar sign glowing above his massive, red truck.

"The Whippy Dip?" you asked. Mathias smiled brightly as he nodded.

"I thought we could catch up over an old favorite spot," he beamed while shifting his car into park. You felt a mixture of emotions swirl inside your chest as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. It wasn't just an old favorite spot: it was where the two of you had your first date. You were snapped out of your daze when he opened your door. The summer breeze drifted into the vehicle as your heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you," you said as you slipped out of his truck. You landed on the crunchy gravel below while using his forearm for support. You gazed up at him when you realized how long you've kept your hand on his body. You cleared your throat and dusted off your jeans.

"Should we get our favorite?" Mathias beamed as the two of you made your way to the ice cream shop. You bit your lip as your chest tightened. Our favorite. It's been a while since you've thought about that.

"I think I'll just get a cookie dough cone," you replied. His smile faltered before he cleared his throat.

"Right - just slipped my mind," he said before stepping up to the stand. The cashier blinked several times before a smile stretched across her face.

"Well I'll be damned - it's (Y/N) and Mattie!" she giggled. You smiled and gave her a small wave.

"Hi, Jill," you said. The brunette woman leaned forward.

"Haven't seen y'all in a hot second," she hummed. You exchanged glances with Mathias and nodded.

"We've just been...busy," you replied. Jill shrugged before she plucked the pencil tucked behind her ear and pulled out her notepad.

"I hear ya. Now, what can I get started for you two lovebirds?" she chirped. Your face instantly swelled with heat while Mathias coughed into his hand.

"Ah, we aren't really together anymore," you explained in a stilted manner. Jill paused and raised a brow.

"Well, either you're together or you're not," she frowned while shifting her gaze between the two of you. You bit the inside of your cheek as you squeezed your hands together.

"We aren't," you clarified, not realizing the way Mathias' shoulders slumped at your words. Jill pursed her lips as she thought for a moment.

"I see," she said with narrowed eyes. You sighed and looked down at your feet while Mathias ordered his ice cream. "And for you, hon?" Jill asked. You blinked as you gazed back up.

"Oh, um, I'll have a cookie dough cone. One scoop, please," you smiled weakly. You looked over to see Mathias staring at you, only for him to shift his gaze back up at the menu. Jill finished scribbling in her notebook.

"Alright. That'll be $7.35-" Mathias pulled out his credit card in the blink of an eye. Jill laughed at his sudden movement. "Mattie, I wish customers were that eager to pay me," she chuckled before taking his card from him. Mathias laughed nervously and shifted in place.

"You didn't have to pay for mine," you whispered while gently nudging his elbow. Mathias shrugged.

"It'd be rude of me not to," he replied. Your cheeks warmed again before Jill came back with your sweet treats.

"Here ya go!" the older woman chirped. Mathias gave her a quick nod as he took the cones from her.

"Danke," he smiled [Thank you].

"Anytime. Y'all have a good night!" she called. You gave her another small wave before the two of you wandered over to one of the wooden picnic tables. You gasped when a string of lights suddenly lit up above the two of you.

"When did they put these in?" you wondered aloud. Mathias hummed as he sat down across from you.

"They must've done it while we were gone," he replied. You smiled as he handed you your cone.

"Prost," the giant man said while holding up his ice cream [Cheers].

"Prost," you repeated with a nod. The two of you began to enjoy your cold treats in the calming summer night: the sound of crickets chirping and cars idly passing by filling the space around you.

"So, other than being an incredible mom and working full-time, what else have you been up to?" your ex piped up before swiping his tongue across his chocolate ice cream. You blushed at his praise as you shifted in your seat.

"Honestly, not much," you sighed while resting your hand on your cheek. Lightning bugs began to dance above your heads as the moon peeked over the horizon. "I never really have time to hang out with friends unless it's planned way ahead of time," you frowned as you watched your ice cream melt inside your half-eaten cone. "And even if I want to do something for myself, it would have to be late at night...which I don't want since I'm so exhausted already," you said. You glanced up to see Mathias' eyes widened in shock.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to give such a depressing answer," you cleared your throat and shifted in your chair. Your ex shook his head.

"It's alright, Maus. I just...I didn't realize just how exhausted you were even with me coming over and watching Emi during my visits," he sighed. An awkward silence lingered between the two of you as you nibbled on the edge of your cone.

"Would it be possible for me to come over more often?" Mathias piped up. You pursed your lips.

"You mean like extending your visiting hours?" you asked. He chuckled nervously and shifted his work boots on the gravel.

"Not exactly..." he said. You knitted your brows as you watched him swallow thickly. His blue eyes pierced right into your soul as he took a deep breath. "(Y/N)...I just wanted to start off by letting you know how thankful I am that you've let me become a part of your and Emi's lives," Mathias began. You set the wrapper from your cone aside as you crossed your legs. Your ex rubbed the fiery five o'clock shadow that sprinkled his jaw as he thought for a moment.

"I just...I was wondering if you'd let things go back to the way they used to be," he said in a more hushed voice. Your eyes widened a little as your lips drew into a tight line.

"Mathias...what are you trying to say?" you breathed, your heart pounding in your ears. He swallowed again before parting his lips.

"(Y/N)...would you give us another chance?" he asked. Your jaw dropped as your heart nearly ceased. Time slowed to a standstill as he gazed into your eyes with his own icy blue ones. The same ones that gazed at you across the way at your friend’s wedding. The same ones that held so much warmth in them as the two of you slowly danced in the kitchen. The same ones…that stared at you with pure shock before he left a cold, empty space in your shared bed the next morning.

“M-Mathias….” you breathed as your chest tightened. He gasped and braced his large hand over your upper back when you fell forward, your chest bumping into the edge of the table.

“Maus, are you alright?!” he asked. You could feel your breath quicken as you placed a hand over your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut as the memories all came back to you in a violent, wicked torrent.

“Mathias…I…I don’t know what to say,” you confessed with tears in your eyes. The giant man frowned as he held his breath, his shoulders tense and body stiff. You sighed and wiped at your puffy, tired eyes.

“I…I’m sorry. I just, I just don’t know,” your voice cracked. Mathias’ shoulders fell as he tilted his head down. You blinked as he slid your hand into his and squeezed it. Your face softened a little when you saw tears film over his own eyes, his jaw tight and chest heaving.

“(Y/N), I know what I’ve done to you was horrible,” he started. You shifted towards him as you sniffed. “But I promise you, I will never, ever leave your side again. And I will do all I can to be the best partner to you and papa to Emilie,” Mathias said while brushing his calloused thumb over your knuckles. You swallowed thickly and shook your head.

“How do I know you won’t walk out on us again?” you asked with a choked sob. Mathias straightened his posture as he took a deep, shaky breath.

“Maus…please. We both know I've changed," he stated. "The child support payments, the visits - I wasn't just doing that for Emi...I was doing it for you, too,” he confessed. You placed a hand over your mouth as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “I understand if you’re hesitant. And if you need time to think, I respect that. But please, if you could just-“ he gasped when you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around his body. You buried your face into his wide chest as you choked out a quiet sob. Mathias rubbed your back soothingly while his lips brushed over the crown of your head.

“I-I miss you so much,” you admitted while soaking his shirt with your hot tears. “I miss hearing your laugh shake the walls while we watched movies- a-and the way you’d hold me close in the mornings,” you sobbed. Mathias nodded as the two of you embraced, his breathing shallow as he held you close.

“I missed you, too, mein Hase,” he murmured [my bunny]. He pulled back a little and cupped your cheek, his eyes soft as a gentle smile crossed his face. “But we’re here now and that’s what matters,” your love whispered. You sniffed and nodded before pulling him into another hug. You sighed as he ran his fingers through your hair…just like he used to. You sighed as you leaned back, your head spinning as you swallowed thickly.

"Mathias...as much as I want to be with you, I-I think I need to take it one step at a time," you sniffed and wiped your cheeks. "I don't think my heart's ready for something like this again - no yet, at least," you gulped. Mathias nodded slowly as his hands loosened over your smaller form.

"I understand, (Y/N)," he said with a warm, gentle gaze. You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing, the feeling of his strong body against yours bringing you at least a little comfort. You felt him squeeze your hands in his again as he tilted his head down.

"And I'll be here for you every step of the way," he beamed with a bright look in his eyes.

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*Lullaby Translation:

Good evening, good night, Watched over by angels In your dreams they’ll show you The Christmas Tree: Sleep sweetly now and blissfully, Behold Paradise in your dreams.

Thank you for reading! ❤️

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[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Fruchtzwergeistherapie

A/N: Ich liebe die Freundschaft von Leo und Pia und finde, dass sie es beide schon schwer haben mit ihren Crushes auf Adam und Esther. Deshalb ist dieser Oneshot ihnen gewidmet. Leo schnappt Pia nach der Arbeit, um sie auf seine Schlafcouch zu verfrachten - in der Hoffnung, dass sie endlich mal etwas Schlaf abbekommt. Dabei bemerkt Pia, wie wichtig es eigentlich ist, Freunde zu haben.

Platonic Pia und Leo

Hinted Adam/Leo und Pia/Esther

Sie hörte Schritte näher kommen, nahm aber nicht wahr, wer da eigentlich auf sie zukam - und mit welcher Intention. Vollkommen vertieft in die Akte eines Täters, war Pia für die Außenwelt nicht wirklich ansprechbar. Doch plötzlich setzte sich genau diese Außenwelt in Bewegung. Pia brauchte einen Moment, um zu realisieren, dass es nicht ihr Schreibtisch samt Computertastatur war, der sich in gemächlichem Tempo von ihr zu entfernen begann, sondern Leo dafür verantwortlich war, dass sie, Pia, sich VON ihrem Schreibtisch samt Computertastatur entfernte. Die Rollen ihres Schreibtischstuhls quietschten leise über den Boden, während Leo ihn bewegte.

Die Hände noch zum Tippen bereit in der Luft schwebend, blickte Pia blinzelnd zu ihm hoch. Er hatte die Augenbrauen auf eine Art und Weise hochgezogen, die keinen Zweifel entstehen ließ: Widerspruch war zwecklos.

„Was soll das werden?“ Ihre Stimme fühlte sich kratzig in ihrem Hals an, als sie ihre Frage stellte – so als ob sie den Tag über zu viel oder zu wenig gesprochen hatte.

Leo schnaufte amüsiert, wobei sein Kopfschütteln sehr darauf schließen ließ, dass er sie schlicht unmöglich fand.

„Pia, es ist 21 Uhr und du machst immer noch keine Anstalten nach Hause zu gehen. Ich habe mir das jetzt lange genug mit angeschaut. Abmarsch! Schluss für heute!“

Die Hände noch immer zum Tippen ausgestreckt, blickte sie von Leo zu ihrem fernen Schreibtisch und wieder zurück. Sie verstand sehr gut, was ihr Kollege da zu ihr gesagt hatte, doch die Informationen wollten nicht recht zu ihr durchsickern.

„Aber…“

„Nee! Einfach nein, Pia!“ Leos Stimme wurde so energisch, dass Pias blaue Augen sich zu kreisrunden Monden weiteten. „Ich finde es ja toll, dass du immer mit ganzem Herzen bei der Sache bist, aber du kannst nicht ständig Nachtschichten schieben. Wann hast du überhaupt das letzte Mal bei dir zu Hause geschlafen?“

Die Sorge in Leos Blick traf die junge Polizistin komplett unvorbereitet. Sie musste wegschauen, fand die mittlerweile in ihren Schoß liegenden Hände auf einmal sehr interessant und versuchte, keine Mine zu verziehen. Sie hätte nie gedacht, dass jemand aus dem Präsidium sie einmal so klar und deutlich zur Rede stellen würde, wegen ihrer Arbeitswut. Sie konnte ihm ja schlecht sagen, dass sie nicht nach Hause gehen wollte; dass es dort nichts gab, außer leeren Pizzakartons, gesammelten Pfandflaschen aus einem Jahr und dem kalten Kühlschranklicht. Sie konnte nicht schlafen – ob sie zu Hause auf dem Bett in ihrer Ein-Zimmer-Wohnung oder hier im Büro wach lag machte letztlich keinen Unterschied. Aber das war ihr Problem und vor allem ihr Geheimnis. Nichts, womit irgendwer belastet werden musste…

„Okay, pass auf,“ sagte Leo schließlich, mit einer Stimme, die seine Sorge nicht länger durch Lautstärke, sondern durch Behutsamkeit ausdrückte. Er schob ihren Schreibtischstuhl in Richtung der Garderobe. Pia hielt sich schnell an ihren Armlehnen fest, zu überrascht, um zu protestieren. „Du nimmst jetzt das,“ Leo ließ vom Stuhl ab und schnappte Pias Jacke vom Haken. Sie griff instinktiv danach, als er sie nach ihr warf. „Und das!“ Die zugeworfene Tasche ließ sie beinahe fallen und funkelte Leo dafür entnervt an. Er grinste nur. „Und dann verfrachte ich dich auf mein Schlafsofa. Einverstanden? Schön.“

Natürlich ließ er ihr nicht genug Zeit, um zu antworten. Er griff einfach nach ihrem Arm und zog vorsichtig daran, um sie auf die Beine zu zwingen. Als sie aufgerichtet vor ihm stand, riss sie ihren Arm los und blitzte ihn verärgert an. Sie verspürte einen Schwall von Wut in sich aufsteigen und wollte sie grade auf ihn loslassen, als Leos ruhiger Gesichtsausdruck ihr begegnete. Sein Blick schien zu sagen es-ist-schon-klar-du-willst-nicht-nach-Hause-gehen-warum-auch-immer-ist-doch-egal-bei-mir-ists-ganz-nett. Plötzlich fühlte sie sich unendlich müde und erschöpft und jedes ihrer Körperteile schien sie um Ruhe anzuflehen.

Zur Antwort auf Leos wenig optionale Frage zuckte sie also bloß mit den Schultern und brachte ein vages Nicken zustande.

„Na komm,“ entgegnete Leo behutsam und legte ihr die Hand auf die Schulter, um sie zur Tür zu leiten. Tatsächlich war sie unsicher, wie gut sie zu Fuß unterwegs gewesen wäre, ohne diese körperliche Unterstützung auf dem Weg aus dem Präsidium und zu seinem Auto.

Er nahm ihr die Tasche ab, um sie ihm Kofferraum zu verstauen. Erst der Verlust des Gewichts erinnerte Pia daran, dass sie die überhaupt umgehängt hatte. Sie erschrak über sich selbst und blickte Leo reflexartig an, als ob sie überprüfen wollte, ob er auch so erschrocken war. Doch ihr Kollege schien seine Sorge nun besser verbergen zu können – statt zusätzlichen Schrecks, fand sie nur ein Grinsen auf seinen Zügen.

„Schlafen bitte noch kurz aufschieben,“ mahnte er schmunzelnd und kicherte sogar, als sie ihn nachäffte.

„Was läuft denn in deinem Auto gleich für Musik?“ Pia schüttelte leicht ihre Hände aus, um wieder mehr Gefühl in ihren Körper zu bekommen. Ein bisschen Scham über ihre Unaufmerksamkeit hatte ihr Gesicht immerhin schon frisch durchblutet. „Damit ich weiß, ob ich mir die Ohren zuhalten muss…“

Das breite Lächeln auf Leos Gesicht wurde bloß noch breiter. „Na, vielen Dank auch!“

Pia zuckte unschuldig mit den Schultern. Ihr Kollege ging auf die Fahrertür zu und holte sein Handy hervor. Über das Dach des Autos schob er es auf sie zu – und sie war erleichtert, wach genug zu sein, um es nicht fallen zu lassen.

„Ist mit Bluetooth verbunden. Such du was aus!“

Einen Moment lang stand Pia reglos neben der Beifahrertür und hielt das Handy wie einen völlig fremden Gegenstand vor ihre Brust. Die Gedanken überschlugen sich förmlich in ihrem Kopf. Warum tat Leo das? Würde sie sich in seiner Wohnung nicht wie ein Eindringling fühlen? Wann hatte sie das letzte Mal bei Freunden übernachtet? Warum konnte sie es nicht mit sich selbst aushalten?

Ihr wurde klar, dass Leo sie nicht wirklich zwingen würde, mit zu ihm zu kommen. Sie hatte die Wahl, konnte immer noch sagen, dass sie sehr gut auf sich selbst aufpassen konnte und definitiv nichts von seiner Schlafcouch hielt. Aber die Vorstellung, mit ihren Gedanken alleine in der Tiefgarage zurück zu bleiben, während Leos Rücklichter sich immer weiter von ihr entfernten war schier unerträglich. Vermutlich brauchte sie diese Schlafcouch mehr als andersherum.

Sie schloss die Augen, atmete tief durch und stieg dann ein. „Wenn der Pin-Code auf deinem Handy 2326 ist, lach ich dich aus.“

Leo runzelte die Stirn. „Wie meinst du das?“

Sie verriet ihm nicht, dass es sich um die Zahlen-Kombination für den Namen ‚Adam‘ handelte, sondern schüttelte stattdessen den Kopf darüber, dass er sich für 1234 entschieden hatte.

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Während Leo das Sofa umfunktionierte, sah Pia sich im Wohnzimmer um.

Ihr Kollege hatte ein Regal voller Bücher und DVDs. Schwarze Lampen waren auf verschiedenen Kommoden und Regalen verteilt und tauchten das Zimmer in ein gemütliches, orange-goldenes Licht. Pia fühlte sich umgehend geborgen. In einem Rahmen entdeckte sie ein Foto von Leo mit seiner Schwester Caro, wie sie auf irgendeiner Bergspitze in die Kamera lachten. Auf einem kleinen Weinregal mit ins Holz eingelassenen Halbkreisen, schmiegten sich drei Rotweinflaschen aneinander.  Pflanzen hatte Leo keine und das beruhigte Pia ungemein, da sie daraus schloss, dass sie bei ihm genauso lange überleben würden, wie bei ihr…

Das graue Sofa, aus dessen Inneren eine Decke und ein paar Kissen zum Vorschein kamen, wirkte so viel einladender als ihr quietschendes Metallbett. Allgemein sah Leos Wohnzimmer viel mehr aus wie ein echtes Zimmer aus einem echten Leben. Sie fragte sich, warum sie in ihrem eigenen „Zuhause“ diese Atmosphäre nicht kreieren konnte – oder wollte.

„Bitte schön!“ Das freundliche Summen ihres Kollegen riss Pia aus ihren Gedanken. Sie wandte den Blick ab von der kleinen Küche und der Tür, die zu Leos Schlafzimmer führte. Zufrieden deutete Leo auf das frisch bezogene Bettzeug. Der blaue Stoff sah sehr weich und gemütlich aus und Pia verspürte eine irrationale Vorfreude auf den Moment, in dem nur noch ihre Nase daraus hervorlugen würde.

Leo schien ihre Freude zu registrieren, denn seine Mundwinkel entspannten sich sichtlich, als Pia näher trat.

„Ich hoffe, du wirst dich wohlfühlen.“

„Danke, Leo.“ Pia nickte, nun doch ein bisschen beschämt von der Gesamtsituation. Sie wollte kein schlechter Gast sein, jetzt wo Leo sie zu sich nach Hause eingeladen hatte – aber sie hatte Hunger und Durst, kein Nachthemd und auch keine Zahnbürste. Sie war jedoch felsenfest entschlossen, nichts davon anzusprechen. Auf gar keinen Fall wollte sie als unangenehme Schnorrerin wahrgenommen werden. Und wer weiß, vielleicht gab es im Falle einer Übernachtung ja allgemeine Regeln, von denen auf der ganzen Welt einzig und allein Pia nichts wusste.

Leo machte der Gedankenkette in ihrem Kopf ein Ende, nachdem er selbst kurze Zeit nachdenklich den Kopf zur Seite gelegt hatte. „In Ordnung, pass auf: Wasser kannst du dir jederzeit aus dem Hahn in der Küche holen, ich hol dir gleich ein Glas. Für die Nacht gebe ich dir ein T-Shirt und eine Jogginghose von mir. Und Duschen kannst du natürlich auch gerne, ich leg dir ein Handtuch hin. Das Bad ist direkt neben der Eingangstür.“ Leo machte einen Schritt auf den schmalen Flur zu und deutete in die Richtung der Badezimmertür. Er kratzte sich am Hinterkopf. „Habe ich noch etwas vergessen?“

Pia lächelte ihn an. Sie hatte Leo schon immer gern gehabt. Er war ein nachdenklicher Mensch, der dazu neigte, sich zu viele Sorgen zu machen und in ihnen zu verschwinden wie ein Mann im Nebel. Aber er konnte auch wahnsinnig lustig sein, manchmal impulsiv, manchmal reumütig und selten gemein. Seit Adam Teil des Teams war, hatte sie noch viel mehr Facetten an ihm kennengelernt und sich oft gefragt, wie lange es wohl dauern würde, bis die beiden offiziell zusammen kamen. Falls es denn je soweit kam… Sie wusste von sich selbst, dass sie nie den Mut haben würde, auf Esther zuzugehen, den ersten Schritt zu machen. Vielleicht war die Situation bei Leo und Adam ähnlich vertrackt.

„Du hast an alles gedacht,“ entgegnete Pia nun auf die Frage ihres Kollegen und strich vorfreudig über die sanfte, blaue Baumwolle ihrer Zudecke für die Nacht. Zahnbürste und Essen waren ohnehin nicht wichtig; sie würde auch eine Nacht ohne auskommen. Natürlich knurrte ihr Magen genau in diesem Moment so laut, dass auch Leo es hören konnte. Er griff sich bestürzt an den Kopf.

„Du hast Hunger. Natürlich hast du Hunger! Dagegen lässt sich etwas unternehmen. Komm mit!“ Das Leuchten in seinen Augen, als er schnurstracks Richtung Mini-Küche aufbrach und sie mit Handzeichen dazu aufforderte, es ihm gleichzutun, verriet Pia, dass die Idee, ihr einen Snack zuzubereiten ihn mit komplett unverständlicher Vorfreude erfüllte – während sie selbst innerlich erstarrte. Schnell lief sie hinter ihm her.

„Nein, Leo, das brauchst du nicht, wirklich. Ich brauche nichts. Mach dir keine Mühe. Ich faste einfach heute Abend, gar kein Problem…“

Der Kühlschrank war bereits geöffnet und Leo stand mit dem Rücken zu ihr davor. Selbst das Licht aus der Kühlung sah hier gemütlicher aus, als in ihrer eigenen Wohnung…

Mit schmalen Augen sah Leo über seine Schulter zu Pia zurück. Im Türrahmen stehend war sie kaum drei Schritte von ihm entfernt, so schmal war die Nische zum Kochen. Unter dem Fenster gab es eine an der Wand angebrachte Tischplatte mit zwei hohen Stühlen. Der Kühlschrank bildete das Bindeglied zwischen diesem Tisch und der Arbeitsplatte, unter der sich Waschmaschine und Ofen aneinanderreihten. Pia zupfte nervös an ihren Fingern. Sie konnte mit dieser Aufmerksamkeit wirklich nicht gut umgehen…

„Isst du Eier?“

Pia ließ entwaffnet die Schultern sinken und sah ihren Kollegen lange an, bevor sie ein leises „Ja.“ hervorstieß.

„Dann setz dich und mach noch mehr Musik von diesem Gregory Porter an! Hat mir sehr gut gefallen!“ Leo legte sein Handy auf die Tischplatte, drückte mit dem Finger auf den Anschaltknopf einer unscheinbaren Bluetooth-Box und begann, verschiedene Utensilien vom Kühlschrank auf die Arbeitsplatte zu legen.

Pia starrte ihn an und spürte etwas in ihrer Brust, das sie schon lange nicht mehr gespürt hatte. Leichtigkeit? Geborgenheit? Es war ganz klein und zart, aber der Effekt war atemberaubend. Wortwörtlich. Sie spürte, wie ihr Hals zu brennen begann, wie er zuckte und kämpfte. Ihre Lippen pressten sich fest aufeinander. Stumm begab sie sich zu dem Stuhl, von dem aus sie Leos beim Kochen beobachten konnte und legte die Ellbogen auf dem hellen Holz ab.

Sie blinzelte gegen den Schleier an, der ihr den Blick auf Leos Handybilschirm erschwerte und fand schnell die Spotify-Playlist, die sie bereits im Auto gehört hatten. Die sanfte Stimme von Gregory Porter tauchte die winzige Kochecke in eine Oase. Pia presste noch immer fest die Lippen zusammen und zuckte zusammen, als Leo einen Schritt auf sie zu tat und seine Hand auf ihren Unterarm legte. Er sah sie mit einem Lächeln an, das gleichzeitig Verständnis und akzeptiertes Unverständnis äußerte und schien sie förmlich dazu einzuladen, ihre Gefühle einfach zuzulassen. Sie verstand, dass er sie nicht verurteilte. Für nichts von alldem. Weder für die Nachtschichten im Präsidium, noch für ihren Wunsch, nicht alleine zu sein, noch für ihre Präsenz in seiner Wohnung und allem, was damit einherging.

Als ihr die Tränen über die Wangen rollten, kam kein Ton aus ihrer Kehle. Da war nur der Gesang von Gregory Porter, das leise Brutzeln von erhitztem Öl in einer Pfanne und Leos leises Summen. Als er ihren Kopf an seine Schulter zog, verwandelte er sich in einen Klangkörper, das Summen wie ein Herzschlag, der sich von seinem Körper auf ihren übertrug. Sie schluchzte ganz leise, während er ihren Nacken umschlossen hielt und die Tränen mit seinem grünen T-Shirt aufsaugte.

Sie konnte das nicht verstehen und er erst recht nicht. Aber Pias Seele schien durch den Tränenverlust endlich Platz zu machen – für Wärme und Freundlichkeit und Ruhe. Während das T-Shirt immer dunkler wurde, wurde Pias Herz zunehmend leichter. Leo war in diesem Moment wie ein Bruder, eine Vertrauter, den Pia in ihrem Leben nie gehabt hatte. Er verharrte in seiner tröstenden Position bis Pias leises Schluchzen verebbte. Dann ließ er sie langsam den Kopf anheben und verlagerte seine Hand von ihrem Nacken auf ihre Schulter. Seine Finger umschlossen diese ganz fest und als Pia seinem Blick begegnete sah sie einen kleinen Funken, der zu sagen schien „Nur Mut!“ Es brachte sie zum Lächeln – wobei sie spürte, dass ihre Wangen und ihre Augen schrecklich angeschwollen sein mussten.

Sie wechselten kein Wort miteinander. Leo griff nach einer Packung Taschentücher und legte sie vor Pia auf die Tischplatte, ohne aufzuhören, vor sich hin zu summen. Dann wandte er sich wieder der Pfanne zu, holte zwei Freilandeier aus ihrem Karton und richtete ein paar Scheiben Brot auf einem Teller an, die er mit Käse belegte.

Pia atmete ruhig und legte ihre kühlen Fingerspitzen auf ihre erhitzten Wangen. Das leise Lächeln verharrte auf ihrem Gesicht und wenn Leo von der Pfanne zu ihr hochblickte, mussten sie beide ein bisschen lachen. Das tat Pia unglaublich gut. Zumindest mussten sie sich nicht so schrecklich ernst nehmen. Wenn das Freundschaft war, dann musste Pia feststellen, dass sie davon dringend etwas benötigt hatte.

„Du wirst es nicht glauben,“ brach Leo schließlich das Schweigen und sah sie bedeutungsschwanger an, „aber ich habe Fruchtzwergeeis.“

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Sie lagen ausgestreckt nebeneinander auf der Schlafcoach, die Köpfe an der Lehne aufgerichtet, und knabberten an einem Erdbeer- und einem Himbeereis. Der Duft von gebratenem Spiegelei lag noch in der Luft, doch Leo hatte das Fenster in der Küche geöffnet und der Geruch zog zunehmend ab.

Gregory Porter war verstummt. Pia trug mittlerweile eine viel zu große Adidas Jogginghose und das lustigste T-Shirt das Leo finden konnte – es zeigte einen Hai, der „Hi“ sagte… Nach dem Abendessen hatten sie sich beide rasch umgezogen. Leo war in einen Pyjama geschlüpft, der überraschend bunt war – das rote Shirt aus weichem Fleece lud dazu ein, sich an ihn anzukuscheln, aber Pia traute sich das nicht. Es war mittlerweile beinahe Mitternacht, doch Leo schien sehr selig und keineswegs müde zu sein, wie er da neben ihr sein Erdbeereis vertilgte.

Sie musste unwillkürlich grinsen und schüttelte leicht den Kopf. „Ich kann nicht glauben, dass die immer noch so gut schmecken, wie vor zwanzig Jahren!“

Leo brummte mit inbrünstiger Zustimmung und hob sein Eis hoch, als würde er jemandem zuprosten. „Amen!“

Das brachte sie zum Lachen. Es tat gut zu lachen, nachdem sie so doll geweint hatte. Sie fühlte sich auf gewisse Weise gereinigt, als ob ihre Tränen einmal ihren ganzen Kreislauf durchgespült hätten.

„Meinst du, du wirst heute Nacht gut hier schlafen können?“

Pia legte den Kopf schief und begegnete Leos behutsamem Blick. Sie wusste, dass er sie keinem Verhör unterziehen würde, dass er nicht nachfragen würde, warum sie so traurig war und dafür war sie ihm dankbar. Doch er schien unsicher zu sein, was er überhaupt fragen durfte. Er wollte sie auf keinen Fall vor den Kopf stoßen und das brachte sie erneut zum Lächeln.

„Ich weiß nicht,“ antwortete sie wahrheitsgemäß und nibbelte nochmal an ihrem Eis, „ich hoffe es. Aber so oder so ist das hier schon die beste aller möglichen Versionen, wie mein Abend hätte verlaufen können.“

Leo lächelte und Pia verspürte erneut das Bedürfnis, sich an ihn anzuschmiegen.             Sie war ihm unendlich dankbar für alles, was er bereits an diesem Abend für sie getan hatte und irgendwie musste sie ihn es wissen lassen.

„Wirklich die beste?“ fragte Leo etwas verschmitzt und Pia wurde umgehend hellhörig. Sie verengte ihre Augen zu schmalen Schlitzen und ließ ihren Fruchtzwergstiel sinken.

„Worauf spielen Sie an, Herr Hölzer?“

Leo kicherte und begann dann einen Singsang, der Pia das Blut ins Gesicht schießen ließ. „Esther und Pia sitzen in einem See, K-Ü-S-S-E-N-D..“

„Ey, Leo, du bist so ein Blödmann!!“ Empört schnappte Pia sich ein Kissen und begann, auf ihren Kollegen einzudreschen, während der verzweifelt sein Eis in die Höhe hielt. Zwischen prustendem Lachen bat er sie lauthals aufzuhören und Pia ließ nach einigen weiteren fluffigen Schlägen wirklich von ihm ab.

Leo kicherte noch immer und wischte sich über die Augen. „Das war eine sehr heikle Situation für meinen Fruchtzwerg!“

„Na, dann bring mich nicht dazu, dich zu verhauen!“ Pia zog das Kissen schmollend an ihre Brust. „Warum sagst du überhaupt so etwas über mich und Esther?“

„Ähhh,“ Leo tat so als müsse er nachdenken, „weil ihr ineinander verschossen seid?“

Pia funkelte ihn herausfordernd an und versuchte, ihren Herzschlag zu beruhigen. Ihr Puls war auf 180. „Ach ja? Ach ja??“

Leo schien aus dem Kichern gar nicht mehr herauszukommen. Er verschluckte sich beinahe an seinem letzten Bissen Eis. „Also, offensichtlicher wird’s nicht mehr, oder?“

„Das sagst du! Das sagst grade du mit deinem überdimensionalen Crush auf eine gewissen Adam Schürk!“

Leo erstarrte und sein Grinsen verschwand. Er legte seinen Fruchtzwergstiehl auf den Teller mit den Brotkrümeln und zuckte dann mit den Schultern. „Keine Ahnung, was du meinst.“

Jetzt war es an Pia laut zu lachen. Sie setzte sich aufgeregt hin und legte das Kissen in ihren Schoß. „Willst du mich verarschen? Es würde mich nicht wundern, wenn ihr zwei schon seit Ewigkeiten verheiratet wärt!“

„Die Ehe für alle gibt es noch gar nicht so lange!“ Leo setzte sich ebenfalls gerade hin und versuchte offensichtlich, seine Gefühle nicht preiszugeben. Der unbeeindruckte Gesichtsausdruck war das Ergebnis stundenlangen Übens vor dem Spiegel, das erkannte Pia sofort.

„Du brauchst gar nicht das Thema wechseln. Es ist ja nicht mal so, dass ihr euch bloß attraktiv findet. Ihr seid total ineinander verwebt, eure Leben ergeben irgendwie bloß miteinander Sinn. Das ist total romantisch!“

Bei dem Wort ‚romantisch‘ verzog Leo vielsagend das Gesicht. Doch Pias Worte schienen dennoch Eindruck auf ihn zu machen, danach zu urteilen, wie seine blauen Augen sich gedanklich nach innen kehrten.

„Findest du?“ fragte er und auf einmal sah er sehr verletzlich aus. Jetzt war der Moment. Pia griff nach Leos Schulter, löste ihren Schneidersitz auf und krabbelte so nah an ihn heran, dass sie ihren Kopf auf seiner Brust ablegen konnte. Ihre Hände verschwanden beinahe in dem roten Fleecestoff auf seinem Bauch. Es war wirklich schön, sich einfach an ihn anzukuscheln wie an einen lebensgroßen Teddybären. Nur dass dieser Teddybär eine eigene Körperwärme besaß und Arme, die sich selbstständig bewegen konnte. Pia seufzte zufrieden, als Leo mit der linken Hand sein rechtes Handgelenk genau über ihrem Rücken umfasste und sie somit in Wärme und Geborgenheit tauchte. Auf einmal war es eine Lebensaufgabe, ihre brennenden Augen offen zu halten. Sie war so müde.

„Ja, das finde ich nicht nur. Das ist ganz einfach die Realität,“ brachte sie nuschelnd hervor.

Leo schnaubte und schaukelte sie leicht in seinen Armen. Eine Weile verharrten sie so. Dann meldete sich Leo wieder zu Wort. „Wenn du glaubst, dass ich das Baumann-Thema einfach so unter den Teppich kehren werde, dann irrst du dich gewaltig!“

„Ach ja?“ Pia vergrub versuchsweise die Finger im Fleece, genau dort wo Leos Rippen endeten und war entzückt, als er nach Luft schnappte und zu zappeln begann.

„Kitzel mich und du erlebst dein blaues Wunder,“ warnte ihr Kollege – und Freund – und drückte mit den Händen etwas fester gegen ihren Rücken.

Pia kicherte leise und legte ihre Hand wieder friedlich auf Leos Bauch. Das würde sie irgendwann nochmal genauer austesten, aber in genau diesem Moment fürchtete sie sich zu sehr vor seiner Rache. Sie war stark, doch er war ganz klar stärker als sie.

„Keine Sorge, ich bin sowieso viel zu müde,“ säuselte Pia verschwindend leise und kuschelte sich noch tiefer in Leos Schlafshirt.

Leo entspannte sich unter ihren immer regelmäßigeren Atemzügen und streichelte sanft über Pias Oberarm.

„Das wird schon alles wieder,“ hörte sie ihn noch summen, dann schlief sie ein, ruhig und entspannt, ohne Angst und ohne wirre Gedanken.

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Sie wachte gegen sechs Uhr morgens auf. Die Decke war um ihre Schultern gezogen worden. Ihr Handy lag am Strom. Leo hatte sich irgendwie unter ihr herausgeschlängelt und war in sein Schlafzimmer verschwunden.

Zum ersten Mal seit langer Zeit verspürte Pia nach dem Aufwachen den Impuls zu lächeln.

Sie seufzte zufrieden, auch wenn ihr Rücken weh tat, auch wenn ihr Mund sie gnadenlos darauf hinwies, dass sie sich nicht die Zähne geputzt hatte, auch wenn es immer noch ein bisschen nach gebratenem Spiegelei roch. Sie war glücklich und ausgeruht. Denn sie war gar nicht so alleine, wie sie immer gedacht hatte.

[haitanisbug]

Punishment

Yandere! Ran Haitani x Reader Synopsis: You’ve broken yet another one of Ran’s rules and he’ll get you to love him back the only way he knows how: punishment.

Cw: 18+, Minors do not interact. intense yandere themes. Implied kidnapping. Punishment/torture.

Ran has been gone all day. He mentioned it this morning, how he would be back later than normal, something about how today's Bonten mission is super important. You gave him the barest form of acknowledgement, not wanting to receive his attention so early in the morning. But it's been over 12 hours since Ran left. He doesn't let you wander the penthouse when he's gone, and that means no trips to the kitchen for food. You're holed up in the main living room with nothing to do, you’re starving with no access to food, and above all else you're livid.

Ran likes to rationalize it by saying he’s protecting and providing for you. But at the end of the day, the man ripped you from your life, your friends, your job, and like hell you'd thank him for that. He knows you don't love him. He knows you hate his guts. It’s been months of you living under his twisted version of protection and you tell yourself that you'll refuse his intimacy in any form- make him realize you're a different case than he thought. No matter how cruel he gets when you refuse him, you won't bow down. He took away your life and he’ll pay for that.

You're thinking all these things when the door suddenly opens. It's Ran. It’s only ever him. No one else is allowed in the penthouse but himself, so you know it's him without even having to turn your head. One of Ran’s biggest rules is that he wants to be greeted with a kiss on the cheek and a hug from his doting darling as soon as he walks through the foyer. But you're still seething in anger, your physical hunger fueling the fire of hatred, and you stay planted on the floor of the living room not acknowledging Ran’s presence.

He stops walking, and just stares at you, a quiet click of his tongue is audible. The tension lasts for a few seconds until he says “You don't want to play with me tonight, darling. I've had a long day and I'm not in the mood. I’ll give you ten seconds.”

His voice is stern and makes you shiver slightly. Fear pools a little at the bottom of your stomach but you ignore it. You told yourself you wouldn't give in. He left you here for over half a day with no food, you think. He can shove his rule up his ass, no amount of fear is going to stop you from giving him what he deserves. The seconds pass by quickly and your heart sinks when you hear Ran’s footsteps pound on the marble floor as they get closer to you.

You let out a screech when Ran’s hand grabs at your hair and arm and pulls. He hauls your body up off the floor so your eyes are level with each other. “I told you I wasn't playing,” he growls. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, his grip on your wrist and hair tightening. “If you want to act like a disobedient bitch, then I'll treat you like one.” All of a sudden he's tugging you into the direction of the balcony.

You're struggling in his hold, trying to escape the cruel punishment he has planned. “Get off- get your hands off me, you fucker!” You kick at his feet and he stops right before the glass door, grabbing your chin in between his fingers and pressing hard.

“Just know that you brought this on yourself, darling. You know the rules. I don't ask much. But I don't reward bad behavior. So you’ll stay out here until you've learned your lesson.” He all but throws you onto the balcony and slams the glass door shut. He turns away without a second glance at your bruised figure on the ground.

The wind and air are chilling and your body shakes slightly from suddenly being thrown into the cold winter air from Ran’s warm penthouse. It doesn't help that you're still in a pair of short sleep shorts and a tank top.

“Ran! Ran you fucking asshole let me back in!” One of your hands comes up and slams the glass door but it barely even shakes under your fist. He’s not in the living room, and you can't see his tall figure. Yelling to him is useless, you decide. Yelling to anyone is useless. His penthouse is on the top floor of a Bonten owned building. The balcony is located way above the streets of Tokyo, and no one occupies any of the immediate floors below you. No one is going to hear and no one is going to help.

You slide back down onto the ground and lean up against the door, curling in on yourself to preserve heat. You don't want to imagine how long Ran plans to keep you out here.         

     

You lose track of time after a couple of hours. You don’t know how long you’ve been in the cold but it doesn’t matter because your mind is a blur. The tears that started after 30 minutes have practically frozen onto your face and you can’t even feel your hunger anymore. The pain is replaced with the sting of the cold and the uncontrollable shaking of your body. Your lidded gaze is on the living room, so close to warmth but absolutely out of your reach. Ran’s name mumbles out of your mouth from time to time. Hoping that he can somehow hear you summoning him. You know that even if he could, he’d ignore it.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this cold in your whole life and you can’t help but let out another sob. He’s going to leave you here all night, you think until out of the corner of your eye you see a tall figure approaching the glass. You look up at him as he stares at you. “Please.” You whisper. He doesn’t hear. Not with the barrier between you, but he opens up the door, and steps out.

Your head leans in to get just a touch of the warmth coming from inside, but he shuts it behind him before you can find any relief. He stares at you, and you know he expects you to speak first.

“Ran, please, please let me back in. I’m-im sorry. I won’t do it again, please just let me back-“ your voice cracks, and tears start streaming down your face as you sit at his feet.

He looks down at you and laughs at your broken state. “Are you only saying that because you want to be let back in? Or are you really sorry for your actions? Because I can’t tell the difference right now, doll.”

If you want to be let back in, you know you’re going to have to earn it tenfold. You begin by lowering your head and placing a kiss on the top of Ran’s foot. Another “I'm sorry.” Tumbling from your lips. Your tears drop onto his skin as you kiss up the tops of his feet, apologizing after each kiss is placed.

Finally, he spreads his arms, accepting your groveling. “Now finish your responsibility to me, darling.”

You jump up clinging to his arms, “I’m so sorry, Ran” you whisper one last time before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He turns your head and devours your lips, pushing your back until you hit the railing of the balcony. When he pulls away your burrow your face into his neck, tears soaking his skin and his shirt.

He grabs the back of your neck and forces you to look at him one last time. “I hope you learned your lesson because next time I’m leaving you out here for a full day.” You let out a whimper as he scoops you up and brings you into the warmth of the penthouse. You cling to him, burrowing your head in his neck as carries you into the bedroom. The sheets and the duvet are thrown into the corner of the room leaving the bed bare.

Your mind isn't sane enough to understand why he did that, but days later when you think back to this night, you realize he rid the bed of any warmth in order to get you physically closer to him.

Ran plops you onto the middle of the bed and climbs on, his back against the headboard and his legs spread. You crawl in between his legs, curling yourself as far into his chest as you can get. The cold is still biting at your skin and you don’t think you’ll ever feel warm again. You shove your hands under his shirt, trying to seek out any form of warmth you can get.

Ran lets out a loud laugh “Damn darling, it must’ve been really bad out there huh? You’re rubbing up on me like a dog.” You barely have the energy to let out a word of agreement. Ran strokes your back, and if you try hard enough you can pretend that you’re just two normal lovers finding comfort in each other's embrace during a bleak winter's night.

But the hunger is still eating away at your stomach and once in a while Ran will grip your skin too hard. You hate this man, but for tonight, just for tonight you’d pretend that you could love him. You could ignore the pain for tonight, after all, you shouldn’t have disobeyed him in the first place right?

[shuuenka]

haino steampunk au notes

ex kingsguard, now bounty hunter Cyno x librarian Alhaitham Cyno who became a vessel for ancient god when he was still a kingsguard. Alhaitham, a ticking bomb that tries to uncover the secrets of the gem embedded in his chest. They meet at cementary and team up to uncover secret government project that they both have ties to.

Cyno's backstory:

*warning: character death, kinda

He was a captain of kingsguard, very thorough and capable. But due to that, he also got many enemies on his back - even in those who worked closest to him.

He started getting suspicious of one of the King's consultant's - Azar, doings and started in secret investigating the man. It seems that Azar was informed about it.

Once his team was investigating ancient ruins as they got a tip that something illegal and of high risk was happening in there.

Upon investigation, nothing turned up. It was a trap. Trap for Cyno alone, as he ended up in the middle of conspiracy against him. Afterall, he was too through, too much for certain parties to stomach. And on that moonless night he died, a blade to his throat, bullet to his gut and a bullet through his heart.

He died, bleeding out in the middle of ruins. But something happened, and he opened his eyes again. After a while he would recall the dream state he found himself just few moments before. He, small against glowing jackal golden eyes.

He was offered a deal by the guide of the dead himself. To stop brewing calamity and he will be offered life back again. And Cyno agreed, if he could enact justice again, live again he would do it.

Hermanubis showed him one hint of the god's true intention for Cyno - to follow the thread he started plucking when he was still the captian. The one that got him murdered in the middle of the night.

Cyno obviously couldn't go back to the Kingsguard. His death was announced as a sacrifice for the country, his funeral most grand. He became a bounty hunter - he needed new life, new resources, new network to start working again.

And oh how terrifying hunter he became. With Hermanubis blessings he was quicker, swifter, stronger. His senses sharper, his movement more agile and precise. As he was proclaimed dead and his physical appearance changed a bit - previously he sported dark hair and equally dark eyes, now his hair turned white and his eyes red.

In just but a few years he became urban legend.

Alhaitham's backstory:

He was just a gifted kid, attended prestigious school, then stopped and was homeschooled. The he came back to study ancient languages at university. During that time he got asked if he could help with translating some ancient texts for some sort of academic research one of proffesors was involved with. With a promise of this allowing him to pass classess fot the year he took on the challenge. Especially since this would allow him access to many interesting for him writings.

He didn't know what the research was about tough, the text were concering stuff like alchemy, philiosophers stone and things like that. But he delivered on the promise of translating the text to his professors - prof. Azar.

Once when he was staying in the university's library for research purposes, deep into the night, he got little too curious.

He overheard a conversation about the philosophers stone - the very essence of the study he was translating for; and followed the voices into underground laboratory, nobody knew about before.

Very unfortunately for everyone involved there was accident in the said laboratory. Azar was very sure he was on a breakthrough with the philosophers stone, but he only caused big explosion underground the university.

There were some casualities in the close knit research group.

As for Alhaitham a shard of the stone got stuck into his chest. Deep. He shouldn't be alive - yet he was.

Breathing heavily, bleeding, he escaped the underground before anyone could find him.

The incident got covered up by the University - a pipeline gone wrong in the underground causing the explosion.

He recovered on his own. Suprisingly, unless he intentionally tried to remove the shard, he didn't feel any discomfort. As if the shard got safely tucked in his chest, as if it was supposed to be there.

Alhaitham did graduate - with honors no less. He didn't hear anything else about the project, his professor only wrapped things up neatly at the end and thanked for his contributions.

He inherited a library from his Grandmother, a library he now keeps open and maintains. In meatime he keeps researching the gem and tries to put clues togheter.

[cherry-posts]

Wie liebt man eine Frau die noch nie "richtig" geliebt wurde ?

Diese Frau ist etwas ganz Besonderes.

Sie sprüht vor Funken, kennt es aber nicht, wenn man für sie brennt, sie kennt nur, sich an jemandem zu verbrennen. Nicht selten bekam sie in der Vergangenheit von dem Einen oder Anderen schöne Worte und ein wenig Hoffnung, doch die darauf folgenden Taten, warfen sie ein jedes Mal noch ein wenig weiter zurück, manchmal so weit, dass sie nicht mehr an ihr persönliches Happy-End glauben konnte ...

Nach einiger Zeit war die Sehnsucht jedoch so groß geworden, dass Sie wieder jemand über ihre Mauer klettern lies, obwohl sie genau wusste:

"Sie klettern meist sehr schnell über eine Mauer, wenn sie glauben dahinter etwas holen zu können.

Dahinter angekommen entpuppt sich der ehemals mutige Abenteurer plötzlich als Diva, die erwartet, dass man um sie kämpft ..."

Wenn du glaubst ein Abenteurer und guter Kletterer zu sein, musst du dir im Klaren darüber sein, wenn dich solch eine Frau in ihr Leben lässt, ist dies ein seltenes Ereignis, nicht weil sie prüde oder schüchtern ist, sondern weil sie weiß, was sie will und sich selbst wert ist. Wenn dich diese ganz besondere Frau auserwählt und dich in ihr Leben lässt, dann bist du in ihren Augen jemand ganz Besonderes und die Sache mit Euch ist für sie etwas ganz Großes ...

Erwarte bei einer Verabredung nicht, dass sie sofort locker drauf ist, denn es ist für sie nichts, was sie fünf mal in der Woche macht, für sie ist das etwas ganz Besonderes.

Wenn du sie nach einiger gemeinsamer Zeit fragst, ob sie mit dir zusammen sein will, wundere dich nicht wenn Sie zögert, sie mag dich, sonst würden ihre Taten eine andere Sprache sprechen. Gib ihr die Zeit, die sie braucht, den Moment, in Ruhe darüber nachzudenken, denn sie geht nicht einfach so eine Beziehung ein, für sie ist das eine "große Sache" etwas ganz Besonderes ...

Zeige ihr, dass es gut war, so lange zu warten. Zeige ihr, dass du es wert warst, all die langen Jahre ohne Liebe zu leben. Zeige ihr, dass du bleibst, auch wenn es ernst wird, wenn sie mal schwierig ist und dass du Geduld mit ihr hast, weil du weißt, dass sie noch nie ehrlich geliebt wurde ...

Wenn du dich in sie verliebt hast, zögere nicht, sag es ihr, immer und immer wieder. Ziehe sie fest an dich, blicke ihr in die Augen und sage ihr die drei Worte, auf die sie so lange warten musste.

Sie wird den Moment genießen, weil sie so lange auf diesen Moment warten musste, einfach nur geliebt zu werden ...

Schätze sie und passe gut auf sie auf, denn du bist der erste Mann, der sie wahrhaftig und von ganzem Herzen liebt. Wenn es dir gelingt eure Flamme der Liebe am Lodern zu halten, dann wirst du auch der Letzte sein, den sie lieben wird ... ♡..

[Der Poet

Art by Pinterest]

@Shadow - Light and Love

[heiligeundhunde]

JKvsP7 AZ, 27.03.2023

Alle drei waren total gut drauf!! Super gute stimmung und viel liebe <3

Klaas hatte ein weißes T-Shirt mit einer blauen Stoffjacke drüber, eine blaue Stoffhose und weiße Sneaker an; Joko ein grünes (!!) Hemd, blaue Jeans und grün-weiße Sneaker, die perfekt zum Hemd gepasst haben. Die beiden sahen so so gut aus und in der Kombi einfach perfekt 😻

Die MAZ war super super lustig und beim Anschauen haben die beiden so gekichert und sich angedatscht, man wird wahnsinnig 😹

Die Spiele waren super unterhaltsam und innovativ und super tolle Gäste waren auch da!!

Kleiner Besen-Moment, als Joko und Steven geredet und gelacht haben und Klaas Joko daraufhin natürlich am Arm zurückziehen musste und sich von Joko das Spiel hat erklären lassen

„Joko, smash or pass?“ Joko: „Wir smashen jetzt“

Klaas fragt, ob Joko sich vorstellen können, mit ihm zusammen zu wohnen. Joko sofort „Wie ein Liebesnest?“, woraufhin Klaas zurückrudert und meint „Eher wie eine WG, also könntest du dir das auch ohne Sex vorstellen?“, und Joko dann „Naja, aber wenn du schon da bist, ist das Verlangen natürlich groß“

Joko nennt Klaas „ausversehen“ Süße (!!), und anstatt darüber hinwegzukommen entschuldigt er sich bei Klaas und will ihn total anfassen, während Klaas versucht sich den Berührungen zu entziehen 😹 danach haben sie noch eine Lachanfall darüber bekommen, alles wie immer (nicht)

Joko hat am Ende Klaas umarmt und dabei seine Hand in Klaas‘ Nacken gelegt 🥹

So viel flirty Energy zwischen den beiden, man hat sich manchmal fehl am Platz gefühlt :D

Joko und Steven offcam sind so so soft, ganz viel Umarmungen 🥺

Es war eine wundervolle AZ und ihr könnt euch sehr auf die Ausstrahlung freuen!! 🤍

[jessiescock]

OBLIGATORY TATORT REVIEW POST ZU: DER MANN DER IN DEN DSCHUNGEL FIEL

(keep in mind dass ich die Folge vor mittlerweile einer Woche gesehen hab und leider keine Zeit für nen rewatch hab. So if there's anything i misrembered: idk was dann actually)

Where to begin. Die Folge war zur Abwechslung mal wieder durchaus akzeptabel. Ich hab sogar mehrmals gelacht weil's lustig war :)

Die Title card und die Font für die credits waren eine. Bold stylistic Choice to say the least. Ich persönlich finde dieser stil passt irgendwie wie nicht in einen Tatort aber für die Folge geb ich nen pass, hat doch ganz gut in das Gesamtkonzept gepasst

Visuell war die Folge jetzt nicht überragend aber auch nicht schlecht. Kann man durchaus so machen. Ich fand gut dass die Handlung sich wieder auf eine überschaubare Anzahl von Drehorten konzentriert hat, nich so wie in Magic Mom oder so wo die irgendwie ziellos durch ganz Münster rennen und alle 3 minuten woanders sind. Plus die guten alten Münsteraner Originalschauplätze waren besser in die Handlung integriert. Like endlich hatten sie mal wieder nen gescheiten Grund warum sie ständig über den Prinzipalmarkt rennen

KF is back!!! Ich mochte die characterisation von Boerne sehr in dieser Folge!! Diese Figur die JJL in den vorherigen paar Folgen gespielt hat hatte für mich so gut wie nix mit dem original KF zu tun. Who even was he. Sehr refreshing wieder good old fashioned bratty gay KF shenanigans zu sehen!

Ein Aspekt der mich persönlich sehr gestört hat in so "Folgen" wie Magic Mom, Rhythm & Love, Lakritz, etc. war die Art wie Boerne mit Frauen interagiert. Lack of queercoding mal kurz außer Acht gelassen jz, in den frühen Folgen war Boerne eher jemand der gern und oft bisschen flirty unterwegs ist, entweder einfach weil es ihm Spaß macht oder weil er tatsächliches Interesse an seinem Gegenüber zu haben scheint. Im Vergleich dazu war er in letzter Zeit the cringiest clumsiest MFer jedes mal wenn er mit einer Frau im Gespräch war, und kam einfach nur komplett sozial inkompetent rüber. Imo it makes for a much more compelling characterisation dass Boerne eigentlich durchaus charmant sein kann wenn er möchte, und sein weirdes Verhalten was er sonst an den Tag legt ganz einfach aus seinem massively overinflated Ego resultiert. Also imean dass er sich durchaus bewusst ist dass er oft incredibly rude und weird ist, aber es juckt ihn halt einfach nicht dass andere das komisch finden. Anyway. Im glad flirty chad KF got to make a return, i hope he's here to stay.

Boerne und Thiel jeweils sehr gut geschrieben dieses mal, sowohl einzeln als auch deren Beziehung zueinander. Like everyone else on here fand ich den Bruch mit der permanenten Gegenwart schön, auch in der Hinsicht dass in den Interactions von KF und Thiel deutlich wird dass sie sich mittlerweile sehr lange und gut kennen. Big married couple Energy 10/10

Die anderen Figuren leider größtenteils wieder eher schwach, once again hatte ich hier das Gefühl dass Herbert und Klemm einfach iwie am Rande der Handlung existieren und nur vorkommen weil das halt zu ner typischen Folge dazugehört. Ich würde mir wünschen dass die beiden mal wieder mehr in die Handlung integriert werden und n bisschen Personality bekommen, nicht nur einfach jede Folge nen gag einbauen dass Herbert Gras verkauft und n paar Szenen wo die Klemm streng guckt und raucht. It's like they don't know what to do with them anymore.

Über Mirko muss ich nen extra Post noch machen hooooo boy

Frau Haller in der Folge fandich hingegen nice. Die war auch wieder mehr die Alte, loved that. Plus das silberne Kleid am Anfang? Slay

Detlev Buck hat seine Rolle phänomenal gespielt, insgesamt fand ich seinen Character auch cool, aber man hätte noch mehr Potenzial aus der Figur rausholen können. Für mich war das viel zu früh klar dass er sich seine ganzen Geschichten einfach nur ausdenkt. Imean das gründlich und frühzeitig andeuten ist gut aber ein BISSCHEN mehr Spannung hätte deerHandlung doch gut getan.

Stichwort mehr Potenzial: Die anderen Nebenfiguren hätten ruhig noch etwas mehr Raum in der Handlung einnehmen können, vor allem diese Gisela und die Tochter. Damit hätte man gut noch ne falsche Fährte legen können die das ganze ein bisschen spannender gemacht hätte. Im Vergleich zu vorherigen Folgen waren die Nebenfiguren aber hier deutlich besser geschrieben und hatten endlich wieder ein wenig Tiefe. Va die bisschen melancholischen atmospherically lit scenes haben mich da positiv überrascht.

Was mir NICHT gefallen hat war die Auflösung am Ende wo das Tatmotiv basically Feminismus war? Also hier mit der komischen blauhaarigen Bayerin und dieser dubiosen App und allem. Was sollte das. Ich glaub ich muss hier nicht lang und breit ausführen warum das scheisse ist wenn Feministinnen als rachsüchtige Männermörderinnen dargestellt werden, die nebenbei zum Spaß noch Hunde erschießen. Like. Vor allem diese Bayerin, die kommt einfach von sonstwoher, man weiß nix über sie oder ihr konkretes Motiv warum sie ihren Mann und dessen Hund erschießen will, sie sagt einfach ja hier i did it because Feminism! Das sind erstens lame misogyne Klischees und zweitens lazy writing. Do better. Ich fand das erst recht bedenklich vor dem Hintergrund of the fucking disaster that was Magic Mom, also ich kann daraus jetzt nix direkt zitieren als Beispiel weil ich mich weigere noch mehr meiner Lebenszeit an dieses dumpster fire von Folge zu verschwenden. Aber da hat das auch schon angefangen dass sich beim Münsteraner Tatort neuerdings gerne über Feminismus und Frauen im allgemeinen lustig gemacht wird. Needless to say find ich das kacke

Dreist auch dass sie dabei noch den callback an Summ Summ Summ gemacht haben, eine Folge in der es ja um ne sehr ähnliche Thematik ging, in der diese aber sehr viel besser und sensibler gehandlet wurde. Überhaupt gab's früher so viele gute Weibliche Charaktere beim Münster Tatort, darunter auch viele Mörderinnen und Verbrecherinnen, deshalb find ichs ganz besonders schade dass es jetzt auf einmal in sone eklige sexistische Richtung geht. I guess man braucht halt die Quoten von den ganzen sexist Almans die sowas lustig finden

Junge der Witz "san sie überhaupt a Frau" war so hart daneben? Ich versteh auch nicht dass so viele hier in der community den so funny fanden. It's literally just transmisogyny there's nothing clever or funny about that

Look im sorry dass ich ständig immer nur sag waaaa Tatort Münster used to be so much better. But im right. Aber es ist apparently noch nicht alles verloren, die neue Folge war in vielerlei Hinsicht ein Schritt (zurück) in die richtige Richtung! Lets hope dass sie diesen Ansatz weiterverfolgen. Or else 🗡

[annahamiltonsstuff]

Also nachdem gerade "Ein sommernachtstraum" lief:

Ivos Jackett war ein Traum, das rot steht ihm soooo gut. Und ich wünsche mir Jeans wieder zurück, vorallem die aus den 90ern, und mehr Farbe.

*Franz steigt ins Boot* Ivo: "Pass auf Franz", *Franz steigt über die Mauer* Ivo: "Pass auf", *Franz stößt sich den Kopf* Ivo ist keine Sekunde später bei ihm und legt seine Hand versichernd auf Franz Unterarm. (aka "Darling I am here for you")

Sie teilen sich die Spagetti. Wichtig dabei, Franz nimmt einfach Ivos Gabel. (aka wir sind so verheiratet das ich auch dein Besteck benutze)

Wie Ivo einfach in Franz wunderschönen Porsche wartet, im Sinne von "Mein Schatz kommt schon wieder."

Und Franz kommt natürlich betrunken aus der Bar und schaut Ivo mit Herzchen Augen an. Allgemein hab ich das Gefühl das sie in den 90ern mehr touchy und mehr flirty waren. Manchmal hatte ich schon das Gefühl sie ziehen sich mit den Augen gegenseitig aus.

Ivo sitzt auch in dem Auto als wäre es ihr gemeinsames.

Ich habs geliebt wie beide den Staatsanwalt beleidigt haben, und am nächsten Tag Krisensitzung mit Carlo vorm Computer hatten.

Wie sie indirekt bei Giuseppe einbrechen und Ivo kocht Spagetti. Ich finds immer toll wenn Ivo kocht.

Ah ja und Carlo sah unendlich gut aus. Can't change my mind

[kimbureh]

Terézia Mora says, if you want to learn about language, you need not just write, but also translate. I recently did that with a Portuguese poem by Fernando Pessoa, this time I want to translate Mora, who inspired me to try it in the first place. Mora is a contemporary German-Hungarian author who I would recommend you all to read if her works were available in English (whelp). I mean, she was awarded the most important German literature prize there is, but sure, English speaking audiences don't get the chance to read her. shrug emoji. in other words: what a loss that even influential authors like her are simply unknown to English speaking audiences.

Anyhow.

Terézia Mora From her novel: Der Einzige Mann auf dem Kontinent. Er war gerade in der Mitte des zweiten Croissants angekommen, als durchgesagt wurde, dass man in wenigen Minuten in seinem Zielort einfahren werde. Kopp mochte es nicht glauben, sollten tatsächlich schon 2 Stunden vergangen sein? Das wäre eine kleine Freude wert gewesen, aber kaum dass sie sich hätte entwickeln können, wurde sie auch schon wieder zunichte gemacht, denn als Kopp auf die Uhr sah, um nachzuprüfen, wie spät es tatsächlich war passierte es: Er geriet mit der offenen Marmeladenseite des Croissants an sein Hemd. Rote Marmelade, weißes Hemd. Kopp fluchte gotteslästerlich. Hektisch mit einer Serviette abtupfen, damit wenigstens keine Stückchen kleiben bleiben, während der Zug schon bremst, man das Gleichgewicht verliert, mit den Rippen gegen die Theke fällt, die wischende Hand is dazwischen, das mildert den Schmerz in den Rippen - und erhöht den in der Hand. Kopp spürte ein leises Knacken. Hören konnte er es nicht mehr, alle näheren Geräusche gingen bereits im Getöse der Einfahrt in den Bahnhof unter: Kreischen von Bremsen, Fauchen von gelösten hydraulischen Türblockaden, Koffer, Menschen, Absätze, Durchsagen, Kreissägen(!), Presslufthammer(!). Wie hatte er es aus dem Zug herausgeschafft, keine Erinnerung, als er das nächste mal von sich wusste, tastete sich Darius Kopp bereits über eine provisorische Treppe hinunter in einen Tunnel aus Bretterwänden, hinter denen infernalischer Lärm tobte. Der Bahnhof war eine Großbaustelle. In Kopp blieb das Fluchen stecken. Stumm, mit gesenktem Kopf ging er im Höllenkrawall dorthin, wo er einen Ausgang vermutete. Wenigstens ist der Fleck nicht links. Mir blutet das Herz nicht. Das Sakko verdeckt ihn auch die meiste Zeit. Wie gut, dass es etwas kühler geworden ist und man ein Sakko tragen kann.

my translation:

From: The only man on the continent. He had just made it to the middle of the second croissant when it was announced that soon approach to his destination would be made. Kopp didn't want to believe it, had 2 hours already passed? This would have been worth a little joy, but barely could it develop when it was destroyed, as Kopp looked at the watch to check how late it really was, it did occur: He happened with the open marmalade side of the croissant towards his shirt. Red marmalade, white shirt. Kopp cursed blasphemously. Hectical dabbing with a napkin, for at least no bits to remain sticking, while the train is already decelerating, one loses balance, with the ribs falling against the counter, the wiping hand is in-between, which lessens the pain in the ribs - heightens the one in the hand. Kopp felt a faint crack. Hear it, he could not, all the closer sounds already mixed with the enormous noise of arriving at the station: Screech of breaks, hiss of released hydraulic door holds, suitcases, people, heels, announcements, buzz saws(!), jackhammer(!). How had he made it out of the train, no recollection, the next time he knew about himself, Darius Kopp was fumbling his way over temporary stairs down into a tunnel made from boarded walls, behind which infernal noise roared. The train station was a large construction site. Cursing stuck in Kopp. Mute, with lowered head did he walk the hellish riot to where he assumed an exit. At least the stain isn't on the left. My heart doesn't bleed. The jacket covers it most of the time. Luckily, it's gotten a little bit cooler and you can wear a jacket.

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What I love about this scene specifically is how vividly the mundane scene turns into an intense experience. More in general, I love how Mora plays with POV, with voice, how easily she shifts between tenses for us to intuitively understand to distinguish narration, inner monologue, and auctorial voice. As elegantly as that is to read, as hard it is to replicate, of course. I know, I tried. Also German is surprisingly hard to translate, and I got doubts about my English skills also lmao

Fun exercise tho!

[bexfangirlforlife]

Notes of my first rewatch of Tatort Saarbrücken episode Die Kälte der Erde:

gonna pay attention to the actual case now (update I did. Still not much focus on that in my notes)

why is them sitting in the car feeling so domestic?

I still think that the doctor is too shocked over seeing beer drinking people in the ER, as if that doesn't happen more often.

the giggling/laughing when they don't get the couch through the door

oh yeah Esther and that one girl from the bar definitely had something. Also the post that said "the barkeeper knows it/something" so true

that "Hallo, Mama." is funny

it's not the first time, but that scene in the house made me think that in comparision to the little bit of young Adam we saw in the first episode, adult Adam does seem to have some unhingedness from his father (hate to say it)

I knew I recognised the doctor from somewhere, he was the ghost mentor of Jonas in Anna und die Liebe and he played the pimp in two episodes of the second Doctor's Diary season

they (Adam, Leo &Pia) pretend like being a Fußballfan is something really rare... guys we're in germany. It's not that uncommon!

"heyyy Saarbrücken" - german tumblr once a year

Adam's "same", love it

still lowkey wish they would have danced together at the party ngl

the bridge scene aka divorce part 1

Leo: "sprich mit mir!" I've been often frustrated with Adam not really talking to Leo. Though with the info we get later in the episode, that Adam tried to tell people that he was abused by his father, it does make even more sense that he wouldn't talk to anyone, because nobody believed him back then, why would anyone listen now? (Obviously it's different, but the man never got proper therapy, so how would he know?)

so we have Leo/Notizbuch, Adam/Sporttasche and Pia/sleep deprivation. So what is it for Esther? It's not alloud to be people, so is it Esther/Fußball? Or is it something else?

"Ich kann aber besser schlafen, wenn ich weiß, dass dir nichts passiert." would make me insane in itself, but the tone of voice Vladi is delivering it in makes this line another level. (I swear I've heard that exact tone in conversations between Boris and Tobias aka canon couple Toris from sdl)

"Tiger"-"Miau" I'll never get over it

Personal Funfact: the standard radio station my dad and I would listen to, when he drove me to school had a singing competion with this one song every morning for weeks back in the day. We still nod to each other whenever the song comes up somewhere.

"Ist das dein Partner? Ihr passt gut zusammen" still insane insane insane insane insane

Ok yeah I really need Adam going crazy worrying about Leo because Boris uses him as Adam's pressure point to be a big plot point in the next one now please.

What is Adam's plan with the money though? Like what is he planning to do with it?

"Dann leg das Gartenwerkzeug weg du Vogel" it's the pause before Vogel that makes this truly hilarious

Alina's attitude and look constantly remind me of the kid in Systemsprenger

"Wir stecken da jetzt auch mit drin" ... Foreshadowing?

The hospital scene aka divorce part 2

Adam's face after Leo says "Du weißt ich würde mit dir bis ans Ende der Welt gehen, aber nicht auf diesem Weg." still kills me

"Ich bin da. Ich war immer da." fbrjfjdhsbs

"Adam Schürk, der Mittelpunkt der Welt." - "Deiner Welt vielleicht." Enter Leo's teary eyed look killing me. And the yes nod. Pleeaassee...

"Leo, pass auf dich auf. Wenn ihr ein Paar wärt, dann würde man sagen ihr habt ne toxische Beziehung." Love Leo's reaction to this

Why did you keep the knife?

The cliffhanger aka divorce part 3

The guilty look on Adam's face. He knows he fucked up, he knows and he didn't wanna. Please I can't.

THE END

I have to rewatch all the episodes close to each other (it's been a year/over a year), but I right now I'd say this is my fave out of the four, just because of the amount of insane stuff (and I don't mean in the sense like we had in hds, with the whole frosh and stick thingy) and the amount of Adam/Leo scenes we got.

[madame-fear]

I have several songs I would love to use under the description (not in the gif, for now) of the Lucerys Velaryon gifsets I will be making bc I adore him sm but idk which one to use.

Which song fits him the most for someone who loves him? I mean they are all good, but I have to choose one for now. 🥴

lyrics below the cut from each song I want to use.

THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH :

The world is not enough But it is such a perfect place to start, my love And if you’re Strong enough Together we can take the world apart, my love

#1 CRUSH :

I’d make room for you I’d sail ships for you To be close to you To be part of you

VIOLENTLY HAPPY :

Violently happy Cause I love you Violently happy But, you’re not here Violently happy Come calm me down Before I get into trouble

NIEMAND (NOBODY) :

Warte, dass die Zeit verrinnt, Denn ich will dich wiedersehn Warte, dass die Nacht beginnt Ich kann dir nicht wiederstehn. (Wait until time passes by Because I want to see you again Wait until the night begins I cannot resist you.)

COME TO ME :

Come to me I’ll take care of you Protect you Come lie down You know That I adore you You know That I love you

ALL IS FULL OF LOVE :

You’ll be given love You’ll be taken care of You’ll be given love You have to trust it

TRÄUMST DU? :

Du weißt genauso gut wie ich, Dass ich nicht schlafen kann (You know as well as I do that I can’t sleep at night,) Denn meine Träume kreisen immer nur um dich. (Because all my dreams circle around you.) Ich habe nächtelang gewartet, Dass du zu mir kommst (I have waited for nights for you to come to me,) Jetzt gib mir endlich deine Hand Und komm ins Licht. (So finally give me your hand and come into light.)

I MISS YOU :

I miss you, but I haven’t met you yet So special, but it hasn’t happened yet You are gorgeous, but I haven’t met you yet I remember, but it hasn’t happened yet

ALL I NEED :

I am a moth Who just wants to share your light I’m just an insect Trying to get out of the night I only stick with you Because there are no others

THE POWER OF LOVE :

I’ll protect you from the hooded claw Keep the vampires from your door When the chips are down, I’ll be around With my undying, death-defying love for you

[villainsimpqueen]

Der König und Henker

König X Male Reader. (part one)

Warnings in picture.

word count- 18, 007. Available on A03 in full.

He hated you, he hated you so much he hoped and wished that you would get hit by a car, fall down a ditch and snap your neck, choke and die slowly and painfully. He hated you so much as you laughed at him your fucking mutt friends pinning him down as you spilled his lunch on the ground. 

You who had everything he did not, always had to shove it down his throat. He hated it. He hated you. He prayed to whatever that heard him to have you strike down in the worst way. A hell designed just for you and you alone. Something to make you pay through the hell you put him through with your snarky laughing hyena friends that followed so close to you they could probably smell what you last ate. 

He hated your face, Your eyes, he hated that stupid fucking wolfish grin you had as you stared down at him. 

Reminding him, No promising him yet another year of hell until you both graduated if he was even lucky to pass with how low his grades were, but the thought of another year with your tormenting and grins, was just too much, too much for him. 

Fuck this place. Fuck this school..And fuck you y/n l/n. 

His body was like coils snapping to a spring and his mind went blank soon coming back to hours later when he was moving onto a recruiters bus. 

But Oh how one memory from his black tour stayed in his mind. 

how those pathetic colored eyes of yours were wide and filled with fear as he hopefully ruined your hand for good. He hoped he maimed it useless and ruined all your chances at becoming good and any field you wanted to pursue. He knew it ended any sort of athletic opportunities for the upcoming seasons at least. 

You Adored him so much. You loved how he looked at you with those stone cold blue eyes filled with so much ice.

You always loved how tall he was and how lanky. Everyone else always made comments of displeasure about his height and his size but it always made your guts squirm as you could easily find him in the crowded halls of your highschool. You loved how dullish gray his blue eyes were like storms on a raging ocean, how easily they drowned your thoughts when you saw them. How your heart would ache when he would glare at you with those stormy eyes with nothing but hatred, but you would love them regardless because when your friends had him pinned down on his knees forcing him to watch you spill his book bag on the floor or throw his lunch on the ground or for any other petty little crime you had against him that day, that was the only times his pretty stormy eyes were just on you and you alone. How you adored his pouty lips pulled back into a heated snarl as he watched you do your petty crimes, how your chest ached for you to bend down and consume them like he did your thoughts.

But you couldn't,

He wasn't yours and as you saw him moving awkwardly in the halls with the few friends he did have looking at girls you quite thought were trashy with nothing but soft puppy dog eyes….It was just another painful reminder that he would never look at you with such softness no matter how much you adored him. 

So you will take his hatred glares and hold them so very dear.

You couldn't even get mad at him, nor could you ever hate him, not even as he was suddenly breaking your friends arms, not when he grabbed you with his large hands slamming you into the lockers and wall. Not even when you watched in shock as he slammed a pencil through your own wrist and into the wall and another into the palm of your hand. Your other hand moving was blur just moving from instinct and tangled around something that snapped from his neck.

"Verdammter Sterben." 

Was the last words he had told you before he ran from the school. Your parents swore that he would be found and how they would sue his family high for the damage to your hand. You had stayed so quiet the whole hospital visit as officers came and left with their questions. When you were finally alone you reached into your jacket pocket that was beside your head and pulled out the broken chain with a large silver ring that dangled. 

His ring, 

you liked his ring because it was a bottle opener as well. 

You liked how convenient it was but you liked how that fit him as well. 

His ring. 

The one you saw him always fiddling with because he could ever stay still. Your fingers of your good hand moving along it mimicking his when he played with it. You felt giddiness fill you as you played with his ring. It was like a reward he had given you for going through the physical pain he for the first time gave to you since he caught your eye. It was like a payment for the few years you were utterly heartbroken when you realized he would never find a guy like you attractive and worth loving. 

You held the ring dear to you as much as you held your adoration for him. 

Even when he just vanished, you couldn't hate him. You wore his ring around your neck like a dog showing off the collar its owner granted them. You cherished the scars from the stabbing on your hand and wrist, even refusing to cover them with tattoos or have the scars surgically removed.

They were his markings on you. 

You couldn't bear the thought of losing them, losing him was already so hard. 

When his friends squealed about him dropping out of school to enlist, you enlisted shortly after graduation to find him. 

Only you never did. 

"We have decided to enlist the help of another organization." The meeting lead was announced as König  looked over the mission files with his other squadmate. It was those words that made him raise his eyes from the printed words of his files. 

It wasn't odd to work with other organizations, however it was usually Kortac being enlisted to help other organizations. 

Not normally them hiring another company to help them on a mission. To say it didn't catch his attention would be a lie as he listened to the mission lead report to the team of the company that would be partnering with them. It was a newer company one that just so appeared out of the ground shortly after he was contracted into Kortac. The only reason why the company had started gaining some attraction was because of some call sign…

"Henker. Will be taking the lead on this mission."  The lead mentioned the callsign drawing him back from his thoughts. 

Henker, 

A call sign that quickly became known just a few years after his own. When rumors about an operator whose kill shots were always dead on. Their mark always landed precisely between their victims eyes in a headshot. Whether it was bullets, knives or whatever else was found lodged into the frontal skull of the dead. It always was the head. 

And quickly the name spread amongst battlefields and ranks about the Executioner taking out units before they even got the chance to move out in the fields. The name was starting to carry a warning fear like the other call sign whose owner wears a skull as a face. 

" With König  being second in command." 

"What does Henker mean?" A whisper from Horangi that made him glance over at his friend.

"Executioner" König  muttered as he leaned back into his chair tapping his fingers over his knee as he tried to listen in to the meeting. There was a slight chuckle from the other operator that easily stole away his attention.

"The king and the Executioner are on the same team." 

"Fang nicht an." König  muttered knowing that once Horangi started with his jokes there would be no end to them. 

"I thought kings lead and Executioners listen to orders." His friend whispered, causing him to bite back a groan. 

Before any more remarks could be mentioned there was a knock on the meeting door before it opened another one of their operators entering before moving out of the side and men in uniform walked in their vests all adorning patches of the partnering companies signa. The room went silent as his team eyed the entering men, All looking for the one whose call sign was Henker. 

The first to walk in was an older man who simply moved to the right side of the door to stand tall. The second was a shorter man, young, looked freshly recruited among ranks, not expected to get this far, no way was he even in his mid twenties.. The third was another young man who seemed to be in the same age group as the second, however he was tall, quite tall in fact and he moved to the left of the door standing at attention. 

There were the scrapes of combat boots before the last man walked in. Tanned pants with a black belt wearing a leg strap holding a holster to a handgun much like König  had on himself. Black long sleeve shirt on and a vest that had the allying company signs on it. The man wore gloves on one hand and a shorter glove with thick wrist straps keeping it from moving but the other drew his attention. It was longer and slightly more bulky with clips running up one side. It stopped just Two inches from his elbow and on the underside of it held a knife holder. As König  looked up to take in facial features of the last entering operator he was met with a hood pulled over the man's head shielding away the man's eyes and a black bandana covering the lower face.

The silence carried over for a few minutes before the man cleared his throat and moved forwards to the table, bringing his shirt gloved hand to pull down his hood to reveal h/c hair and its style, but not just that.

König  felt his body tense up his gloved hands digging into his knee, a rage that he knew no matter how much therapy he paid for would leave him burned through his blood as he watched those pathetic e/c eyes moved to take in his team members and landing on his own just for a a few seconds before continuing to move. 

Eyes that had burned into his memories since he last saw them. Eyes he took a sense of sick joy imagining on enemies as he gunned them down, broke spines off, and so much more. 

Those eyes that belong to the one person he still felt pure malice towards. 

"Grüße. Hello. " You had started greeting his team before the lead let you take over. König  felt himself grinding his teeth as you introduced your team and went over your teammates callsigns. 

Weaver, Hopps, Cyclo. 

"And I, go by Henker." You announced, Your voice had changed, matured even,  some of your facial features that were hidden by the bandana showed signs of maturing and of aging. And yet..

you were still a fucking arrogant bastard. Weren't you? 

König  glared through his hood at you, How fucking dare you make a path of life so similar to him. His eyes slung over your teammates before landing on the second one that had walked in. He had the looks of what you would associate yourself with. Was that boy your little fucking mutt like how your friends were back when you tormented him? Your second in command?  He bites back a scoff at the thoughts digging his nails harsher into his knees. 

He should have stabbed you in the throat that day instead of the wrist and hand. 

"And Cyclo is my second hand." You said and König  watched the tall young man walk forward standing by your side. It was like ice had filled his veins as he stared at the younger operator standing so tall and so fucking proud of himself by your side. His eyes moved over the boy and his teeth gritted more and more as he felt his blood boil and his bones shake. 

How he could see so many physical similarities he had once shared with the boy so many years ago. The same ones you and your fucking mutts would prey on and targeted. 

Tall, lanky even though the boy looked like he was working on his build. 

How proud the young operator seemed to be to stand by your side, And König  wondered if he would be so proud if he knew just how much of a shitty fucking person you were. 

You spoke through the plans of the mission about what your team will be doing and covering. 

"We will have König  and Cyclo move through the side doors an-"

"Cyclo isn't a battering ram." You cut off the mission's leader without even glancing up from the map on the table that had pins marking who was who and where they were to be positioned. 

You moved your hand, plucking the pin that was to symbolize your second hand  and rolled it in your fingers before moving to another area, one that marked higher altitudes and coverage. 

"Cyclo will be in the east towers covering the ground squad." You stated as you stuck the pin down into the map. 

"You mean to tell me that boy his size is a sniper?" The mission lead questioned in disbelief. 

You moved your head to lock those eyes he hated so much onto his mission lead.

"He is ApexSec second best." You answered and König  hated how the young man seemed to stand taller at your words, a shine in his eyes as he seemed to eat up your statement as if it was praise. 

"I would know. I trained him." 

And that set more fire in his blood. 

fucking course, you'd be a sniper as well. 

The meeting seemed to go on forever even though it moved a lot faster than normal ones did. You had changed every single detail of the mission leads plan, moving your men to their skillsets and you even fucking looked at him dead in the eyes adressing him for his input. 

"We will move unit A-"

"I think it would be wiser for the mission to have your team's leader and I position our men where they are better adequate in pursuing this mission." You had stated. 

Waiting for him to pitch in his intel of where to move his teammates. 

Forcing him to have to speak when he was perfectly fine with the mission lead to continue on instead. He had sworn you must've recognized him somehow and were once again zoning onto his downfalls. 

he wanted to beat your face into a pulp.

And yet, you and him constructed a play out map that seemed like there would be no room for any error to occur that would catch the teams off guard. 

He hated how your eyes crinkled, some indicating you smiling, no doubt that damn wolfish grin as you backed away from the table. 

"Now this is a plan, boys." 

He hopes you get blown up during it. 

Your team was given baracks on the other side of his own, which had been a relief to him not having to see you and not being able to put a bullet into your fucking skull. Your team seemed to stay by themselves; he only had to see them and you during the mess hall. It seemed your lot functioned on different training hours since he never saw yall while his team went through the training grounds. 

And he would be correct as when he went back onto the training grounds to practice some shooting to ease up his building stress and emotional state. He saw your lot moving through the fields, obstacle buildings and courses. All of you were wearing a different set of uniforms and gear, and his view got better as he moved to one of the observation towers to watch what your lot was doing. 

It seemed that you all were on teams, Weaver and Hopps on one side and Cyclo and You on another. You were looking at your wrist before a hand moved to your ear most likely speaking into some head gear before both teams went on the move. 

Weaver and Hopps brought down visors from their head gear as they motioned towards each other before starting to move through the obstacle course structures. 

You and Cyclo are doing the same on your side. You turned your hand towards Cyclo before moving, not kicking through your side structure door like the others did. Instead you moved around its back side Cyclo moving behind you. König  watched as you both moved to a side that had one of the structures of a roof that looked over the course. He watched as you moved against the  wall hunched some and as cyclo moved his gun, which didn't look like any of their blank guns, it was oddly shaped, to his back before backing up and then ran forward kicking off the ground with on of his legs and then the other making contact to your shoulder. How you pushed up as he used your shoulder to jump upwards onto the edge of a roof. 

You staggered some but caught balance keeping alert for your other teammates as Cyclo pulled himself onto the roof. The younger flashed you a hand sign and you began to move heading to an opened window on the side of the course before flinging yourself inwards. 

König  moved sitting down at the course control desk before flipping on the switches to the head gear comms. 

flipping your team's comms instead of the other two's on to listen to what was going on to what he was seeing. 

"In position Sir." Cyclo voices crackled over the speakers.

"Keep your head low and only lazer me when they are near my area. Hopps will not hesitate to empty his paintballs at you." you ordered him the comms were silent in their static for a moment.

Ah so your team was using paintball guns.

"Even though he will miss every single shot." Your voice echoed.

There was the sound of quiet chuckles. 

"He is a shitty shot. Remember when he challenged you to a shoot off?" 

"Gottverdammt." Your voice crackled over the speaker as König  watched you move through the course carefully. "There are shooters, then there are Hopps." 

König  watched as Cyclo moved his scope, a small laser hitting the wall before a corner you were going to move around.

"Weaver moving through the halls." 

You stopped moving forward, going down into a crouched position, your hand moving to grab something.

"Eyes on hopps?"

Cyclo moved his scopes sights and König  looked at the other teammate at a door about halfway from the hall. You were at his back against the wall for a moment.

"Behind you, the second door is about to ram it." 

"Scheiße, Their catching on to me, Move to a new position kid.." Your voice muttered and König  watched you move quickly to some crates in the middle of the room of the hall that created two pathways, sliding to them and into cover as soon as the door was kicked open and Hopps flying inside. König  moved his hand to switch on the other teams comms. 

"Breaching now." Hopps' voice called over the speakers. 

"Keep your eyes peeled kid, Henker is bound to be somewhere near." Weavers' older voice warned.

"I'll keep my eyes for the old man. Any sight of Cyclo?" 

"No. Henker must've hid him well." Weaver answered and König  watched him move through the hall, seeming to search the higher roofs. 

His eyes didn't stay moving back to where you were at now in the same area as . He watched as how hopps neared the crates moving to go the back way and how you moved in a low crouch around them to avoid his line of sight. 

"You barely made that corner sir." Cyclos' voice crackled over the speakers. 

"In a new position by the way." 

You never answered, seeming to be focused on avoic8ng your teammates line of sight. You then stopped your hand moving to your leg before you pulled something out and chunked it. 

There was a sound of something breaking that echoed through the course. Hopps turning to move back to see what it was.

"Kid stay alert." Weaver warned

"I am alert." Hopps answered with his hand still on his head gear.

But yet as hopps had barely moved a few feet from the crates in the hall you had slid behind him sweeping his legs under him sending him to the floor and then you were on him sending him rolling  into his back as you straddle his middle handgun to the head of his visor. 

"Machen Sie eine kostenlose Lobotomie." Your voice crackled over the comms, it was low threatening and yet it sounded teasingly. 

There was a sound of a bang and you were soon pushing off of hopps and dashing out the door. He came from moving down some stairs to a lower exposed level of the course. 

"What does that even mean!?" Hopps voice frustrated snapped through the comms. 

"Damn it kid, I said to stay alert."

"I fucking was!" There was a loud groan "What the point of visors if they cant keep fucking paint out of your mouth!" 

Another shot sounded and echoed from the course. 

Weaver was soon ducking quickly but another shot was sounded and the color of bright yellow was soon on the side of his head gear.

"That's a kill shot that time old man." Cyclos voice spoke over the coms. 

The lights on the desk flashed showing that the training comms went from two teams to one.

"Two shots kid?" Your voice crackled through the speakers. 

König  searched for you on the course but he didn't spot you. 

Though he caught sight of Cyclo who was quickly booking it from his position. It made König  raise his brow as he watched. 

"Think you can do better sir?" Cyclos' voice cut over the speaker as he moved around a corner and up some stairs to a walkway that led to a different tower. 

There was a hum of your tone that vibrated over the speaker. 

"I taught you to run lower than that mein Freund."  Your voice taunted over the comms and König  was back looking for you.

"Fucking damnit." Cyclo hissed and König  watched him slide into some cover. He expected a ring of a gunshot but it was silent. Then movement caught his eye as he watched a sheet move exposing a small ledge in a corner of the course he never once thought about before. He watched as you moved a fucking paintball hand gun Directly down below you right above Cyclo.

"Mein Kopf ist nicht derjenige, der sich dreht." Your voice echoed with the sound of a bang. 

"FUCK!" Cyclo yelled and König  watched as he stood up a hand going to the top of his helmet smearing yellow paint. 

"When the fuck did you get up there!? I was watching the area the whole time?"

Your chuckles echoed and König  watched you jump down from the ledge with ease landing and standing up tapping your helmet.

"Think kid." 

There was a moment of silence.

"When I fucking jumped down from the roof?!"

"should've stayed in place." 

"Fuck!" 

König  could've left and still went to the shooting range, and yet he stayed to watch your lot switch up teams and go through the courses over and over again until you called the training over. 

He hated how you joked with your men, how you praised them when he managed to get a hit on you. 

How you broke up the younger two's bickering. 

"Least i aint built like a baked bean."

"Mother fucker at least im not built like a fucking giraffe!" 

"Both of you are built like Idioten. Now shut up and focus." 

"Yes sir."

"Yea yea old man." 

He hated the times when your team would train with his own team. He knew it was so that you all could get to know how to work and perform together but he hated seeing you interact with him. With Cyclo. 

How you instructed instead of insulted. How you never made his height an issue when teaching him his gun choices. Hell you never brought it up and it angered him. 

You had always brought up his height. 

König  knew that it had been twenty years, that you had most likely grown up and changed your perspective of life. Hell you probably even paid back all the shit you did to him ten fold by now just by changing. 

But he refused to see that. 

He refused to see you. Y/n l/n the fucking dickwad who made his life miserable for nearly four straight years had changed into a better person. Not when he spent so long imagining your death on the battlefields. How he'd gut you like a fish and laugh at your horrified face. Not when he pictured your life going to shit after so many years ago. 

Just for him to see that you had followed his own footsteps and got into the military, got into a private one as well. Got to be a sniper, something he was denied, because of course you got to get it. 

How you trained someone who had his height struggles to be a sniper and of course a damn good one at that. 

He hated seeing how you and that damn kid would joke around.

"Need help up that wall sir?"

"Help me and I'll shoot your kneecaps."

"My knees? Really sure I thought you were above that." 

"I was being nice, I'll just shoot off your dick then."

"I'd prefer my knees now." 

But what really got under his skin was during a training routine you had come out of nowhere and snatched him from behind by his vest right as a blank bullet came flying through one of the windows and into the wall where it would hit his shoulder. 

"You should slide past windows." You said as you let him go putting a back against the wall by one as you ever so slightly around its corner to get a view of where the shooter was.

"Helps avoid snipers eyes." You said and then moved your head back quickly as another blank bullet shot through to where you were just a second ago. 

König  gritted his teeth as he seethed a glare at your form.

"I'll keep that in mind." He held himself back from snapping even if the thought of it was so tempting. 

"You're considered snipers candy." You spoke and you moved under the window to the other side of it before motioning him to follow. 

"And why is that?" He forced a neutral tone as he followed, how easy it would be for him to reach for your head and snap it to the side so fast..No he would want you to die so slowly and painfully to just snap your neck would be too fast. 

"Your broad, Plenty of space area to land a bullet. One or two can easily slow you down if it doesn't land a killshot. If you had less broad shoulders it would be harder to land a shot." You answered, and it threw him off slightly. 

"Funny, I don't think I ever heard someone tell a giant to be lanky." He spoke after a moment. 

"It helps." You spike as you lead down some stairs to lower levels of the training building.  "Less mass makes body movement unpredictable." 

"Sounds like you know that well." König  allowed himself to make snarky remarks. Watching as your longer gloved hand paused at the door you were going to open. A hum leaving you softly. 

"I have some experience." Was all you remarked back before pushing through the door and shooting several of yalls team mates with blanks with that same gloved hand. 

When the mission finally came, it ran smoothly. König  had to think back to when a past mission ever had ran so smooth like this one had. Your men where quick, You moved quick. As soon as the teams were deployed and dropped off your boys moved, having his men follow behind like lost dogs. They got quickly into position and communicated just as fast. 

You and a few other of his teammates were already approaching the back side of the building before his own even got to the front. 

"In position." Your voice had ranged into his ear from his earpiece. 

"Announce when you're going to breach. Cyclo focuses on the windows, covering Weaver and Horangi while they breach from the roof." Your orders came and went without hesitation. You commanded with ease leaving no room for doubt to grow amongst your team or his own. 

"Breaching in ten." König  spoke into the earpiece as his two men braced on each side of the door. 

"Kopieren." Your voice slowly crawled into his ear and König  felt a shutter move through him as he picked up on the low tones of excitement. 

You got excited for things like this too? 

Like him?

He announced his breachment and the sound of yells from the enemy shouted down the hall as well as gunfire.

His men pushed forward behind him as he moved down the halls shooting down at enemy gunners. Though he heard the clanking of metal a second too late and the grenade that was thrown at his team exploded taking out a wall near them knocking him and another down with the ruble., gunners came flying around a corner of the building and He felt a sharp pain spike through his right shoulder delaying his reaction time to go for his hand gun on his strap. His rifle went flying when the grenade went off, His eyes stinging with tears as he tried to focus on the on coming gunners. 

They didn't even get a chance to empty their mags on him or the team mates that were with him. 

He watched as an arm went flying around one gunners neck before the sounds of flesh ripping was sounded blood splattering as it was being thrown with the body to another shooter a blade coming threw his neck as he was slammed into a wall. Before the last few shooters could react  You had already had a blade deep into the base of another's skull and you hand gun snapping off two shots through the last of them. 

You were already back on your feet, a hand snatching the back of his best and the other injured teammate dragging him and the other into an empty side room.

"Hopps clear em." You ordered as you dragged his and his team mates body away from the door and closer toa. window where you cracked it open. 

"Copy." 

Another sound of a bang and the smell of smoke and smog hitting his nostrils as the hall filled with smoke. 

You checked their vital signs  and shot an adrenaline needle up his teammate's arm before sending him back to cover your body. 

You then turned to him and was already slicing the sleeve of his shirt away from his shoulder before moving him to lean against the wall and pulling him forward to see if it was a clean shot.

"Ima get the bullet out." You informed him before you were ripping the velcro of your short glove loose and biting through your bandana yanking it off before your fingers were digging into his gunshot wound. 

"Verdammte Hölle!" He hissed at you as he felt your fingers dig around sensitive flesh.  He jerked away from you shooting a glare and he watched how your pathetic eyes softly widened and how you seemed to freeze entirely. 

"Verzeihen Sie mir." You softly spoke to him, your eyes moving away from his own landing on his shoulder. 

Forgive me 

You said to him, and you do not know what kind of emotional turmoil that sent him through. 

Forgive you? You say and then have the nerve to look all shy like you haven't made a portion of his youth hell. Hadn't made him wish that he would just sleep and never awake. 

FORGIVE YOU? 

It was almost laughable.

König  didn't reply, instead he watched as you seemed to squirm in discomfort before bidding to his shoulder, moving your gloveless hand back to it.

"Im going to go for the bullet, its deep and its gonna fucking hurt. I'll try to be fast…" You explained and he watched as your nervous eyes steeled into a calmness as you moved back to work on his shoulder.  He tensed up, not daring to move  his eyes off of you as you were focused on his shoulder, and what just felt like you were twirling your finger into his wound forever….He watched how your pathetic eyes seemed to widen for just a second before crinkling some indicating your smile hidden away from the world by your bandana around your lower face. He groaned as it felt like you were ripping his entire shoulder out but watched as you pulled your now bloody hand from his shoulder a bullet between your fingers.

"Got it." You said before chucking it to the side and digging into your pants leg pockets and pulling out rolls of gauze and proceeded to push it into his wound hole, stuffing it before wrapping his shoulder. You moved your gloved hand to a different pocket pulling out a gauze tape…Where the hell did you even pack that stuff? You didn't even have a medic bag and you seemed to just be pulling out a small pharmacy. 

"You just carry medic supplies?" He asked, the silence between you both on this battlefield getting to him, he tapped his left arm against the floor feeling his nerves jumble with the need to move. Those pathetic e/c eyes moving to his own. 

"Ja, just a few things, basic needs…just in case." You answered before you finished his wrapped shoulder you scuffled back leaning more on your heels as you looked at him, a hand digging into another pocket pulling out a small case you had out for his teammate opening it to show two more syringes of adrenaline. 

"Do you need one?" You asked him those eyes watching him and how you ever so slightly tilt your head to the side was almost too much. He didnt want to see this side of you, he didnt want you to look at him with concern and care like you fucking gave a damn about him. He didnt want your fucking compassion or to remember how carefully and soft you moved your hands against his flesh. 

"Old man we got the bastard!" Hopps voice crackled over both your comms and he watched in relief how you moved your head to the side to listen more intently and how your concerned sift gaze sharpened into something he was very familiar with. 

How now your eyes curled in a gleam and my the movement of your bandana it told him you were doing that fucking grin that used to make his stomach swirl with anxiety twenty years ago in those bleak school halls. 

Then you fucking chuckled that chuckle you used to fo towards him as you damn fucking mutts had pinned him down. His fingers curled into fists and his hatred for you grew as he did his resentment. 

"One piece ja?" You asked 

"Confirmation, we got the bastard in a hood for ya, Henker. '' Weaver gave the exact location and König  wanted to plunge his knife into your neck by how sickly gleeful your expression was like how it was when you and your mutts had cornered and hunted him down. 

Then like a damn switch he watched it morph into concern once again.

"Is anyone else hurt? Hopps? Cyclo, kid are you okay? What is your status, you've been quiet."  You went through the process of getting intel from your man and their well being and it was all like whiplash for him to understand. 

He didn't remember you showing such concern for your old mutts. You never even seemed to look at them with a fourth of the expression that was on your face now. 

"All good old man." Hopps voice called over the comms.

"The only one that's battered up right now Hanker is the target." Weaver called. Though König  didn't miss your glance to his own shoulder. 

"Currently moving position, approaching the abandoned radio tower for better visuals." Cyclo voices chirped over the headsets.

"Keep low and stay alert, there could be more of these fuckers, dont get compromised kid." You ordered before you glanced back at König  motioning the small pack in your hand with the syringes.

"I won't.." Cyclo words met his ears. "But even if i did, It only be a matter of minutes before they meet their deaths by the Henker, Himself." 

"Ha, with how fast the old man books it, I'd say more in seconds." Hopps' humored filled voice rang over the comms.

There was a flash of amusement in your eyes but still that worry. 

"Stay alert, Passt auf euch auf, There will be a day where I won't be able to." You said, you warned, no…you reminded.

Then He realized. 

"Just in case. "

He now understood. 

The supplies were never for your own use. It was for your men.  You carried it on you for your own men. 

Your attention was turned fully back onto him far too soon and as he looked away from your syringes he shook his head. 

"Nein. Danke." He spoke and you gave him a nod before closing the pack and picking it and moving up. You held a hand down towards him and it once again had thrown him off his guard. 

"Lets go get that son of a bitch ja?" You said with that expression he learned to hate for years. It was so strange being on the side where it was once again looking at him but this time not for him. He looked at your hand seeing it was the short gloved one, you had slipped it back on when his mind was lost in his thoughts. 

"Ja." He forced out and grabbed your hand with his good one. His covered flesh curling with jolts as he felt your grip tighten and you pull him up, it was laughable considering how much he still towered over you. Yet your eyes were filled with amusement as you soon turned and led the way out into the halls towards where both of your invasion men were gathered and the target. 

Walking into the now makeshift interrogation room was like walking into an out of body experience of his youth. For as soon as he ducked underneath the doorway and into the room he was faced with himself- The Target now on his knees glaring up at you as you stood in front of him. You're mutts- Men holding him down with guns pointed at him. 

König  gritted his teeth preparing to see how you made your mutts- men do your dirty work after you greeted the target. 

"I aint fucking telling you shit!" The man snarled like a rabid dog. 

You then crouched down getting to his eye level tilting your head to the side some that damn fucking chuckle leaving your throat. 

"Oh?" You asked and König  waited for you to flash a familiar hand signal that was meant to release your mutts onto the man. Rough house him and get him pissing on himself, but the signal never came. Instead you chuckled again before you flicked your arm with the longer glove making the knife fall to your hand and grasped it before slamming it into the man's leg right above his knee. 

The target letted out a wounded yell before his body started to tremble and his eyes started to roll backwards and König  watched as you chuckled and smacked his face a few times forcing the target's eyes to dilate and focus back onto you rather than on the pain his head soon rolling down to his lap.

"Look at me." You snapped digging your short gloved hand into the target's hair, snatching his hair forcing him to look at you. 

"Look at me __." Those pathetic green eyes gleaming as they stared into his own. A hand on his chin lifting his face to look into yours.

König  shifted on his feet as he watched you be rough with the target. Brutal even. 

"These men do not care if you make it out of this building squealing or not." You informed the target another chuckle leaving you as the man's eyes flashed with emotions of fear and uncertainty. 

"Let us make a deal ja?" You asked and the target snarled at you.

"Like hell you bastards will keep any worth behind your damn words let alone deals."

You tilted your head and shook your head some.

"Come on, You're making this harder for yourself, I always keep my word, besides what do you have to lose?" You let out your voice softening into a friendly tone. 

"Come on __, you make this so hard for yourself, i always keep my word, so what else do you have to lose here?."  pathetic eyes and voice so soft to lure him into trusting you, why did he always trust you? 

"I always keep my word."

You did, you never broke your word to him.

"Beg me to stop and i'll stop __"  pathetic eyes teasing him, demanding of him and yet promising him.

"...." He didn't want to believe you despite the many times before you made him do so and never lied once. You never lied to him…

"Come on, you're too good to beg me to stop messing with your things? _" Those eyes never left his own as your hands moved to slowly unzip his bag of things to scatter them on the floor. 

"Bitte..Bitte stop y/n…" he whispered out, stammering over the words. Your damn mutts laughed telling him to be louder but his eyes never left your e/c eyes as you zipped back up his bag and set it beside him. 

"See, was that so hard?" Your voice snapped him back into reality forcing König  to blink and look at the target. The knife was now moved to the targets other leg but his original stabbed knee looked fucked beyond repair….What did you do? What did you miss..Or did your dogs move to do it instead? 

"Damn…" Horangi muttered beside him and König  shot him a glance but soon his eyes snapped back to you. 

"I told you what you wanted, now let me go!" the man snarled and you hummed snatching your knife from his leg before hitting the side of his head with the blunt end of your handle. The target fell to his side knocked out and you moved the blade to his binds snapping them free before standing up. 

letting him go, 

Just like you said you would.

"Let us go." You said swirling the knife in the air before sliding it into its holster on your glove. Your other hand moving to your ear piece.

"Intel gathered, call evac Cyclo." 

"Yes sir."

The ride back to base wasn't quite like how it was with his team alone. Your boys, Hopps and Cyclo were rowdy which caused Weaver to bark at them. It made his own men join in with the teasing and jokes. König  sat at the back of the van away from the group to try to enjoy some silence up to a point. He wanted time to think, go over the mission in head, process it. But movement to the bench on the other side captured his attention instead of seeing you sitting down. 

He couldn't even let his own annoyance build as he watched you turn some so your back was facing the group as you rested your long gloved hand on one of your thighs before using your other hand to strap unclasping the lineup of strange clips. König  noticed the shaking of your fingers in the ling glove and it confused him since you didn't even have a tremble when shooting. 

Once the last clip was unclasped you opened the glove revealing your black sleeved arm and wrist and he watched as you carefully started to peel the hand part away and off your now trembling hand. 

pushing up your sleeve revealed a pattern of tattoos that went down to your wrist and top hand but they swirled around two butchered looking scars instead of covering them, the tattoo did the opposite, they framed them. 

Framed his permanent mark of him fighting back against you all those years ago. 

He watched how badly your hand and thumb trembled and how your fingers seemed to have wanted to curl into your palm versus staying open like a normal relaxed handed position. They trembled worst when it looked like you were trying to flex your hand open, your other hand moving to rub at the fingers and stretch them back out before you move to massage at your palm, running your good hands digits over the stab scar of your palm as you worked them down to your wrist where you rubbed at the other scar. 

"Those are pretty bad scars, earned them in the field?" He let out his pettiness lurching forward before he could even think as he watched you try to sooth your hand. 

The one he maimed. 

He really did maimed it. didn't he? 

A sense of pride filled him and he grinned some behind his mask knowing you couldn't tell it was him, nor he was grinning at his work. 

He expected you to lie, say it was from some great battle. He expected some anger or something to that extent. 

But a snort left you wasn't what he expected nor how your eyes moved to the scars with a sort of fondness that made him feel sick. You carefully stroked the scars with your good fingers as you then looked up at him, that seemed to have taken his breath away for a moment.

"Nein. a school fight actually." You said softly before looking back at your wrist and hand and worked on soothing the trembling that overtook it again. 

"Oh? Must've been a fight." König  spoke his tone neutral but he wanted to provoke you. He wanted to see something other than that fondness. 

All he got was another short laugh and your eyes crinkled up some as you moved your good hand to your bandana and pulled it down to reveal your entire face letting it fall to your neck and rest as you had a soft grin. 

"Ah, I had it coming." You spoke with a roll of your shoulders as you looked back at your hand, another chuckle leaving you, it was a fond one as if you were thinking of an old friend and not the teenager version of him you tormented for years.

"I fucked around and then i found out."

He tilted his head feigning innocence as if he did not know of your past, the one you shared with him.

"Care to explain if it isn't too personal?" 

Your eyes moving to his handiwork permanently married into your flesh.

"I was a little shit back then." You started.

"I knew i could have anything i wanted and the people i surrounded myself with knew that too, they also knew if someone said i couldnt have something i'd grin at them and say 'watch me.'.." You let out another chuckle as you seemed to recall memories. König  crossed his arms digging his gloved fingers into them as he stared at you. Were you thinking about the times you bullied him? Were those times your favorite memories to think back on. 

"Then I found someone I knew I couldn't ever have." You said suddenly as you moved traced the scars on your maimed hands palm and wrist. 

König  stiffened and tilted his head at you, his own eyes not daring to move away as he studied your face, a softness in your eyes that did not settle him well. 

"Someone?" He questioned you, hating how low his voice dropped and how uncertain it sounded. 

"Ja,..We were partnered together for some gym class instruction, and He was just so bad at small talk I found it funny, always muttering out apologies left and right…He was just…"

different? a freak?

König  was prepared for the insults, he's heard so many his whole life that they came to him like second nature. 

"So real." You said instead with a fondness he couldn't comprehend. 

Your hand stretching out your fingers. 

"We ended up getting partnered in math class, and I was just so ecstatic because I didn't even know we had shared another class together. He was always so quiet that I hadn't even realized but once I did, it tickled me. " Your tone was too soft, and it made him shift in his seat with unease. 

"He was just as awkward as he was in the gym, muttering apologies and stuttering over his words, I didn't mind it, in fact I liked it, his voice and its stutters I mean. Then I made him laugh and that's when I realized.." You said before pausing in your movements, a distant look in your eyes. 

"What?" He questioned you but the question had filled him with a sense of dread, he suddenly didn't want you to talk anymore, he didn't want to know why. Because then he would know your motives all along and how soft and fond you were looking he knew it would shatter what he had thought about you. It would shatter the image he had of you and he rightfully didn't want to have it changed, but another part of him wanted to know. A part that was being once again lured in by your voice and pathetic eyes that always had some effect on him. 

"that I liked him…that I wanted him " You said lowering your voice as you looked down at your palm. 

     "But I also realized shortly after that I couldn't have him, I saw what captured his eyes and attention and knew it would never be me. But I was far too..enthralled by him to let my feelings go." You leaned back against the vans walls and tilted your head back as you recalled whatever it was you were recalling. Exposing some of your neck. 

He could slice it and be done, be done of you, you would be dead and he wouldn't have to hear this. He could stop it now.

Keep talking. Keep talking, he wanted to hear it. 

"So I found a way to capture his attention the only way I could." You admitted before looking back at him.

"I harassed him. Chase him through the halls with some guys who wanted to use me to get what they wanted so I used them to get my ten minutes of addiction to his attention as much as I could during each school week." You confessed as you rolled your wrist. And König  bit his tongue from lashing out at you. He wanted to slam you against the vans walls at your words. 

"But I pushed him too far." 

His eyes pierced your pathetic ones as you gave him a glance. 

"He had stopped trying to talk things out, stopped insulting me back,..He wouldn't even glare at me anymore, i hated it, it was the only thing i could have of him, but i wanted to hear him, i wanted him to cuss me out, insult me, anything...I was desperate to hear him, So i told him to beg for me to stop and i would, He could begged me to leave him alone and i would've just because he finally spoke to me again…but hearing him sound so..defeated wasn't what i expected but maybe he heard how he sounded and it just snapped something inside of him because next thing i knew he had me against the wall and was crucifixion my hand to the wall telling me to die before running off."

You let out a weak chuckle as you looked into his own eyes. The look that had captured your eyes made his stomach swirled with his acid and yet flutter all the same. 

Keep speaking.

shut the fuck up, no more. 

The van jerked to a stop and König  could hear both of your teams slam open the doors to escape the van, talks of meeting up at a bar in the air. He could escape now, he felt his legs bounce with the need to jump up and flea and yet they stayed welded to the floor as his gaze pierced those e/c eyes. 

But it was you who broke contact watching the men climb out before you moved your good hand to grab your glove and began to push upwards on your feet. 

"I didn't know I could love someone so much." You muttered out most likely to yourself as the look of nostalgia was still in your eyes before you blinked it away, and he knew he wasn't supposed to hear that part as you looked back at him that wolfish grin that would shoot up his anxiety was now starting to shoot something else through his veins instead. 

"So that's how I got these scars, He did a number on me." You said with a tone that sounded just as proud as he first felt when he saw them.

"Now I gotta wear this brace to even open my hand." You remarked with a huff as if you were trying to be frustrated but there was too much pride in your eyes as you moved your maimed hand into the glove and was clasping the claps once more.

"But as I said, I deserved it." You didn't even seem angry at all, hell did you even have any form of resentment? you had to! You had to have something against him!

you couldn't…you couldn't have done all you did because you had liked him…because you…

"Ja sounds like ya did." He said quietly as he moved to follow you out of the van forcing his thoughts to go silent as he booked it to his room and showered and changed out of his gear. 

Your conversion replaying in his head as a broken record over and over.

"I wanted him." 

He couldn't accept that, he refused to accept that as he sat on his bed. His mind shoots hundreds of interactions with you through his mind. Making him relive his highschool years from the start of you pick him up until the day he maimed you and took off to be enlisted. 

He wanted to deny every memory of your pathetic e/c eyes that looked down at him with what he thought was malic and cruelty that now revealed to be with adoration and obsession. 

Obsession. 

"mein Gott '' He mumbled as he rethought every conversation. Every teasing mockery you threw at him with new eyes of realization that it wasn't mockery, you weren't looking down at him like he had thought. 

You had fucking flirted with him. 

You never threw any other name at him beside his own. Using his own name to taunt and tease him with hidden flirting. 

"Come on _" 

"What no words for me today _? cat got your tongue~" 

"Ja keeps glaring at me just like that _." 

 "Do you enjoy towering over everyone and looking down on me _?"

"Look at me _." 

"beg for me _"  

You never had the same Mutts, you went through them and the ones that would snatch him down harshly or squeeze onto his limbs more harshly were always the ones that were replaced. 

"Fass ihn verdammt noch mal nicht so an!" You would snare at your mutts which would make them loosen their grip on him. 

He had thought it was because you didn't want any physical evidence of your tormenting him so he couldn't have proof if he reported you. So that no one would believe that Y/n l/n was making his life hell and was harassing him. He thought it was you covering your tracks but yet he had never understood why you always got so angry with your mutts that nearly bruise him that you ordered them to let him go and you would tell him to scram and the next day you would have a brand new lap dog chasing after you with their head up your ass. 

you didn't want harm brought to him. 

König  realized with a sickness that built into his chest before it fluttered through his stomach in butterflies. 

When you had touched him it always was with soft touches. 

"Don't look at them, Look at me _." You said roughly at him, jealousy hidden under fake malice, How those pathetic eyes moved from his own to glance at his lips before flicking up so fast he never even registered what was really on your mind. 

"Verdammt." König  muttered as he moved his hand under his mask to rub at his face before pulling it off and tugging down his gaiter to free his face and let his room's cold air hit his warmed skin. 

you had it so bad for him didn't you? 

"Ha." He let out a dry chuckle as he thought of all the times he prayed for you to have your own personal hell, he didn't even know it was him. He was your personal hell all along. 

Sick amusement filled him as he thought and recalled everything. You didnt even fucking hide your obsession with him and he felt slightly dumb he never caught onto it. How did no one catch on to it? How did no one see just how desperate he made you without even knowing? 

König  let out another shakey laugh as he recalled how many girls had flung themselves at you during lunch hours or any break time between classes, how he and his so called friends at the time had been so jealous over it and you didn't even glance there way. 

You werent even fucking attracted to them, because he was so deep in your mind. 

How many times you shrugged off a pretty girl because you were too focused on finding him. So fucking desperate to bother him. 

Like a fucking stray dog begging him to be your master, and he didnt even know it. 

The whole time he could've had you wrapped around his finger and he didn't even know of the power he held. 

"I didn't know that I could love someone so much." 

Laughter echoed in his room, tears falling down his face from it. 

Because he found it so funny, so laughable that even now after twenty fucking years. 

You still had it so badly for him, didnt you y/n? A stray fucking mutt looking for him to wrap a collar around your neck not caring if he yank it so hard that it could snap it? 

And what had him laughing even harder was the fact you had confessed your feelings and motives to him without knowing it was him.

The vibration of his phone made him pull it from his pocket to look at it. 

Horangi messaged him details about the teams going out to a local bar and how you were paying for the first two rounds.  

König  wasn't a bar scene person, but after the revelation he had discovered he couldn't help but the pure rush he got about being around you knowing what he knew now.

He wanted to hear more. 

How he had you silently suffering all those years ago. 

and booze always loosened one's tongue with a night of fun. 

That is why he was at the local bar in a black shirt that was tight on his frame and some decent jeans and his boots. He wore his snipers hood out of comfort rather than sitting at a circle booth table a few of his teammates that came out to the outing had picked out. His team bickering back and forth about something but his eyes focused on the door as it flew open. 

Hopps and Cyclo move into the bar rough housing each other, With Cyclo ruffling Hopps hair messing it up and Hoppd trying to smack him aside the head. 

Next walking in was you, wearing sneakers and some jeans with a belt buckled around your hips and a simple black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up a quarter up your arm. Your bandana was around your neck and König  eyes zeroed onto your maimed hand that wore the black brace glove, you had removed the knife for the occasion apparently. 

 The three of you had joined them and drinks were ordered and soon König  held his glass of whiskey as he watched and listened to you and Horangi engaged into a conversation. You nodded along with it and laughed here and there putting in your input, you always socialized well and that didn't seem to have changed. 

Your boys soon came clambering to the table with a few of his teammates around the same age as them and they both placed beer bottles on the table pushing them all towards you. 

You didn't even look away from Horangi or disengage in his teammates story as you grabbed one of the bottles with your gloved hand, your ungloved one moving under your bandana and neckline before you were pulling out a chain that had your dogtags dangling from it and another bulky flash of silver that had König  eyes zeroing in on it. 

Watching how your fingers wrapped around a ring he hasn't seen in over twenty years. One he thought was lost forever and blamed you for it. 

He watched as you laughed at something Horangi said, bringing the bottle opener lip of the ring to the bottle and then snapping your hand dowards causing the small popping sound of the carbonated escaping the cap. You opened it with ease as if you had done it millions of times and König  could only assume you had done just that. with his ring.

You continued to open the bottles still keeping up with Horangi conversations, and when a hand moved from around you to grab something, König  watched how fast you curled the ring into your palmed fist. How fast your eyes snapped away from the conversation to glare down at the hand as if you were ready to break it before your eyes softened as you realized it was Hopps grabbing the open bottles you had trapped between your arms. You then moved pushing them out from you allowing your boys to grab them and pass them to his younger teammates as well and then you went back to opening the remaining bottles.

"That's an impressive ring." Horangi spoke as he watched you pop open the last of the bottles. Your eyes crinkled some as you gave him a smile.

"Danke." You said as you and your fingers over his ring like how he used to do. König  couldn't help the feeling of amusement overtake him than the bitter anger as he took in how much you must've watched him play with the silver ring to mimic his hand movements on it. 

"Could i see it?" Horangi asked, holding out his hand and the look of pure possessiveness that flashed between your eyes as you moved the ring back into your fist and moved it with your dog tags and chain back under your shirt, hiding it from everyone once again. How you had then given his teammate a playful grin.

"Keine Chance." You said as you then moved your hand to grab your own glass once again bringing it to your lips. 

"Come on, I won't take it." Horangi tried assuring you but you shook your head and lowered your glass. 

"Nein, It's not mine.  it's for someone i've been looking for." You answered as you moved, leaning back in your chair relaxing as you looked at him. 

"I will always find you _." you had whispered to him in a teasing promise. 

Of course, because you were a Köter looking for your master. 

König  could only grin behind his mask as he leaned forward resting his arms on the table as you both soon picked up on a new conversation. 

you both were talking about wild moments in your time on the fields. It seemed as if you both were starting to challenge each other on who experienced the most crazy or bizarre occurrence. 

"I got caught  jacking off with a comm line open to an overseer once." You countered one of Horangis moments with such a serious expression it made him and his team both pause. 

König  lowered the glass he was about to take a sip from dropping the lower parts of his mask as he stared at you tilting his own head.

Horangi was blinking rapidly before he covered his lower jaw and leaned on the table. 

"Okay, ima need to hear that one." Horangi admitted as he stared at you with an expression of surprise.

"Ja. I would too." König  muttered as he stared at you as well. 

You let out a chuckle tapping your ungloved fingers on the table as you looked at them.

"Okay  but let me give ya some context, so what happened was….

." 

Ah, so he knew this was going to be a ride of a story. 

and it was. 

"So I had a knife in my hip, the nearest medic was about twenty minutes out, I had managed to get cover and I'm hurting…I'm talking about h u r t i n g about to start throwing up and blacking out kind of hurting. But i was too far out in the other territory i couldn't just allow myself to take a nauseated nap and well…I got the bright idea to counteract the pain…And so i did and yes it was working, So there i am just going at it, trying to keep quiet so i don't get caught by the other sides men. And then i hear a click on my ear piece and the guy starts trying to talk to me as i fucking let out a groan and it just goes silent. I'm freezing up. The guy is just absolutely quiet. But I can hear the background noise of the controls. 

So now I'm like Scheiße. How are we gonna move on from here? Because he knows, that i know, that he knows what i was clearly in the middle of as he tuned in." You eagerly and amusingly told the story, moving your good hand around to animate it. 

Your voice lured not only him but his Friend Horangi in, leaning forward to know what else had happened. 

"And?" König  found himself saying to get you to continue with the messed up story you were explaining. 

"And so it's like for a good few minutes, he's processing, I'm processing and then I hear the keyboard clicking.  and this motherfucker goes.

'Clearly someone is having some exhilarating fun on this mission.' "  You announced and Horangi crackled with laughter and started beating on the table. 

Your shoulders shook as you tried holding back your own laughter but seeing how Horangi was about choking on his spit had you wheezing. 

König  let out a snort as he pushed back from the table shaking his head. 

(Part two)