#**seehund (Selkie AU)

[black-cat-aoife]

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🐑: AU - Not Human, Slash, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort

Also mein Problem ist, dass ich mit non-human-AUs generell wenig anfangen kann. Also ich hab eine Schwäche für eine bestimmte Kreatur, und die braucht eine Meeresküste, die es bekanntlichermaßen weder in Wien, noch in den beiden Frankfurts oder in Saarbrücken gibt. Aber...

Of Selkies, Salt and Skin

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Polizeiruf Rostock

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Katrin König/Melly Böwe, past Katrin König/Alexander Bukow

Characters: Katrin König, Melly Böwe

Additional Tags: AU - Not Human, Slash, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Selkies

Summary: Katrin hat Saschas Erklärung, warum er und Melly wenig Kontakt hatten, nie infrage gestellt. Sie denkt sich auch nichts dabei, als sie nachts versucht Melly wegen eines Falls zu erreichen und die sich nicht meldet. Schließlich bestätigt das nur ihre Erwartungen, über die Person, die Melly ist. Dass Melly auch nicht bei sich zu Hause ist, genauso. Der Seehund, der plötzlich durch die offene Terrassentür spaziert, eher weniger.

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[operaticflair]

@monsterbaiit

It wasn't unusual to have fans become admirers, even a small handful of stalkers. The legal team that kept Gideon Berkowitz safe threw restraining orders when they needed to, but they thankfully hadn't needed to very often. But something was happening. There was a man, frequently with bruises, but that wasn't what always caught his eye, those eyes, piercing and blue, and they were always watching him. At first, it was a little odd, but nothing really got his gut, made him think it was anything but random chance. Even in a city this big, people could run into people. 

But then it wasn't just random chance. Then, Gideon was sure he was being followed. He wanted to make sure---absolutely certain---that he was indeed being followed before reporting it to his lawyers, or the police, so he kept an eye out. And one day, there he was, across the street. He's taking wide strides, the light's about to turn in his favor, and he storms across the street, right towards him. The man comes straight for him, too, pushes him out of the way, and all he hears is the colossal thud as a car hits the man.

Had his stalker had just saved his life? 

"Ach, gott! Why did y--" he's scrambling over to the man, hand on the side of his face, "Don't move, please, you could be very hurt, ja?" His phone's out, dialing 911 and giving their information. "W-why were you following me? Why did you l-let yourself g-get hit like t'hat?" and frankly, as rattled as he is, the other man is lucky he hasn't slipped completely into his native language.

[operaticflair]

"... what's that smell?"

His nostrils flared, but scent was something foreign to him. He’d gotten used to it, but his olfactory receptors were nothing like a man who spent half his time as one of the best smellers in the animal kingdom. “You know t’hat’s kind of a stupid question to ask me, schatz, right?” Gideon tried smelling the air again, but still found very little that could have been the source of Rufus’s question.