#Austrian Teddy Bear

[gremlinmodetweeker]

A Very Bad Movie Night

I'm sorry, but movie nights with our favourite Austrian giant are either nice and cuddly or downright terrifying, depending on who picks the movie.

It's not that his movies are bad, he's just into really extreme horror and always searching for the scariest movies he can. He's not just pure 'blood, guts, gore' either because he's really into psychological thrillers and cosmic horror. He just loves to get his heart beating in his chest. He loves the scariest he can get, and he's especially into found footage or atmospheric horror. Don't get me wrong, he's down for a good slasher or a gory film like Saw, but if he can get a movie like Blair Witch Project or As Above So Below? He's very happy.

He has seen all the Guinea Pig movies. He won't force you through them (thank God for that), but you gotta know that sometimes this guy watches some fucked up shit.

He's a man built for war. He'll be cute and give you back massages and make pastries for Disney movie nights, but just remember that this guy has seen the worst of humanity, and it shows.

Anyways, I know it's a dumb little fic, but I wrote a little example of you trying to get 'The Big Boy' tm to try and open up about his favourite movies.

TWs: Gore (not described in detail, but talked about) and scary movies

Story below the cut

A Very Bad Movie Night

The tv remote on the coffee table acted as an effective wall between you and König.

On one side, you sat with a bowl of popcorn and a blanket. On the other, König sat armed with a bag of chips and a bottle of pop. Between you, the tv remote sat, awaiting its ultimate fate.

“We watched your movie yesterday. It is my turn,” König leaned his elbows on his knees.

“You always want to watch the same movies,” you pointed out, “we’ve watched Blade Runner three times this month.”

“Was? Nein!” König snapped, “we only watch the same movies because you can’t handle my favorite movies!”

“Are you seriously trying to pull that card on me?” you scoffed.

“I’m not ‘pulling a card’, I’m telling the truth,” König sniffed.

You rolled your eyes. Every week, you had this argument, like clockwork. It was a never ending struggle between the two of you. König insisted you couldn’t handle his movies, you told him you would, he would poo-poo your suggestions, and then you’d be stuck rewatching some old movie he approved. That ended tonight. Tonight, you would pull on your big kid pants and show him what’s what.

“You know what, try me,” you sneered.

König looked at you as though you were an angry baby rabbit.

“I can handle it!” you insisted defiantly, “I can!”

“You are not very…” König tilted his head to the side, “brave.”

“I’m not what!?” you snapped.

König winced, then carefully took your hands in his, “You are not well equipped to handle horror.”

You looked at him for a good long moment. After a hearty pause, you broke up laughing.

“You’re saying I can’t handle horror?” you snickered, “that’s what you’re worried about here?”

“I am not worried,” König told you flatly, “I know.”

“But you don’t!” you complained, “you don’t know at all! I’m great with horror! It’s like, my favorite genre!”

Okay, the last part was a lie, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Then why do you always want to watch your Disney princess movies with me?” König glared at you like a displeased parent.

“Because they’re cute and I like being cute with you?” you told him like it couldn’t be more obvious. You thought it was, but he seemed to disagree.

“If you want cute, we can watch Unicorn Wars or something,” König offered.

“Isn’t that the one where teddy bears kill unicorns in war?” you asked carefully.

“Ja! That’s the one!” König cheered.

You grimaced and König rolled his cold blue eyes.

“See? See that right there. That’s why we don’t watch fun movies,” König threw his hands up in dismay.

“What no! We watch fun movies!” you argued, “didn’t you like Howl’s Moving Castle?”

König was about to snap back before hesitating. With a tired sigh, he slumped in his seat, “Yes, that was good, but that silly ice woman movie? I did not like that.”

“Frozen?”

“Ja.”

“You’re just dumb.”

Your eyes widened as König slowly raised his head to lock eyes with you. Even behind his black sniper’s hood, you could see the gears clicking together in his head as he stared you down.

“I’m dumb?” König chuckled darkly.

“Not dumb, just…” you gestured with your hands, “not that educated?”

König nodded, gesturing for you to keep going.

“I mean it’s not that you’re uneducated, you’re just not that knowledgeable? Wait wait wait hold on, stay with me for this one, I have a point I promise-No I really do don’t look at me like that!”

König raised a single bushy blond eyebrow.

“Listen to me!” you clapped with your words, “I’m just saying you’re not up to date with the times!”

König crossed his arms over his broad chest and leaned back into the pleather sofa.

“So you’re calling me old.”

“I’m not calling you old, I’m calling you out of touch!” you spat before immediately reconsidering your sentence.

König’s eyebrows raised as he let your words sink into the living room.

“No don’t look at me like that!” you spat as you desperately looked for a way out, “I’m… You know what? I’m standing by what I said. I’m right. You’re out of touch. You’re not even forty and you act like you’re ninety. You’re a grouchy old man.”

König nodded along as you spoke, amusement creasing in the corners of his eyes.

“Your back cracks when you touch your toes,” you could feel yourself digging your hole with a drilling rig, “and you keep saying you’re ‘too old for all this’ when you hear about your nephews’ talking about memes on Tiktok.”

“Tiktok is a mistake,” König grumbled under his breath.

“It’s a mistake, yeah, but you’re not making this any better for yourself,” you argued.

“I am only thirty-five,” König pointed out.

“Still getting up there,” you countered.

“So you think I’m old and out of touch, ja?” König laughs coldly, “and that’s why I don’t like your sweet pretty princess movies?”

“I think that’s a pretty significant factor, yeah,” you retorted.

“That is not why I dislike those movies.”

You snorted.

“Oh yeah?” you leaned in on your knees, “then what’s really stopping you from hopping on the Disney train?”

König sighed and rolled his eyes, “It’s not that I don’t like your Disney movies, it’s just that I prefer something… Grittier.”

“Like what?” you asked, intrigued.

“Like…” König closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded and looked at you with a menacing glare, “how about we watch a movie?”

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You buried your face further into König’s chest. The screams were too much for you to bear. This was König’s favorite kind of movie? What kind of man did you marry?

“This is a funny part,” König laughs, “she wakes up and her fiance’s head is sewn into her stomach.”

“You think that’s-” you spluttered before giving up, “this is awful.”

“This is fun!” König teased you light-heartedly as the woman screamed bloody murder.

“This is fucked up,” you grumbled and dug further into his side.

He laughed heartily at your response. Rubbing your side lovingly, he asked (over the screaming), “This is all fake! It’s not real!”

You groaned. You didn’t know if you were more frightened by the movie your boyfriend put on or the fact that this was the movie he put on after telling you ‘it’s one of the easier ones to get through’. On one hand, it was a fantastic true crime mockumentary, on the other, you were going to have nightmares about this for weeks.

König hadn’t pulled any punches, or so you thought. You’d realized pretty quickly that if this was what König considered ‘light’, then you had a whole lot of work to getting used to this. As much as the movie horrified you, the story was terribly compelling.

“I just hope they catch the guy,” you were practically behind König at this point.

“Nein, this movie is not so nice,” König chuckled, “but I understand your feelings.”

“Wait they don’t even catch the guy?” you balked.

“Nein! Don’t you remember the beginning?” König scratched your hair affectionately.

“Wait…” you trail off as you realize he’s right. God, this movie just kept getting more and more fucked up.

“It’s alright,” König pressed a kiss against your shoulder, the closest thing he could reach with your head being burrowed into the sofa behind him.

You grumbled, but the movie played on.

By the end of the movie, you’d decided that König was now your favorite sociopath. You wouldn’t stop loving him, but how this was a good movie to him defied any and all logic. Well, the camera work was good, and the story was well-written, and the acting was impressive, and-NO. No this movie was awful. There was no way you were letting König win this time.

König crawled off the sofa, freeing you from the ending credits of The Poughkeepsie Tapes once and for all. When he turned and saw your terrified form, he barked another laugh before sauntering over and ruffling your hair.

“My little liebling,” König picked you up into his arms, “was that too much for you?”

You huffed and turned away with a pout, drawing a deep belly laugh out of your pet sociopa-sorry, boyfriend. He apologetically pressed a kiss against your cheek and carried you to the bedroom.

“Does my little liebling need me to keep the lamp on tonight?” he laughed as he tucked you into your side of the bed.

“No,” you scoffed petulantly.

“Then you should be fine when I..” he flipped off the lights, “do this.”

Immediately you scrambled to turn the lamp on the bedside table on.

König mercifully tugged on the light, casting a soft warm glow over the bedroom.

You glared at him, but thankfully he didn’t tease you any further.

Over the course of the night, you woke up several times, but thankfully, König held you close, lulling you back to sleep with his soft snoring and warm arms around you. When the morning came, you’d need to figure out some sort of revenge, but that was in the morning. You had all night to stew.

PS. The Poughkeepsie Tapes is a very intense gory movie about a man kidnapping and killing people, told through detectives documenting the data and uncovering the tapes the killer makes. It's very good, but also, very scary. I would watch at your own risk! Make sure to check the warnings on that movie on https://www.doesthedogdie.com/ which is a great website to check for trigger warnings in a movie you want to watch.

Story Masterlist

[mactavishwritings]

Is it possible that you can do a König x reader? König is either deployed, or with his family in Austria/ Germany, for the holidays and hasn’t been able to see his fiancé or girlfriend, so he sends her like a little care package, knowing that she misses him? If not no biggy!

Oh yes I love this!!!

You looked out the window and sighed, feeling an emptiness in your chest. This year for Christmas König was deployed to a base close to his family and so he was spending it with them. You tried to make it work, but couldn’t get the time off from work for it. He told you on the last call you two had that next year the two of you would plan a trip to meet his family. For now, you were at your shared apartment alone for the holidays.

You weren’t mad at König at all, you knew that he had no control over the situation. He called you every night and even video called you with his family and they all tried to make you feel included as much as possible. You appreciated the effort on their part and spent time talking with his little cousins, who absolutely adored you. It made you smile but did not replace the empty feeling you had.

A package came in the mail two days before Christmas with a note that said ‘do not open until Christmas from König’ You had a giant smile on your face as you sent a picture of the box to the man. He texted you back that you were not allowed to open the gift until Christmas.

Once Christmas came, you felt like a little kid. You rushed to your living room and put König on a FaceTime call. He had already had his Christmas with his family so he was in his room, alone. You set up the phone so he could see and started opening up the box.

The box was full of Austrian candies, a blanket his mom made you, a drawing his little cousin made, some jewelry, and one of his hoodies. Your eyes filled with tears with each item you pulled out. Of course, König had an explanation for each item and the significance they had. At the bottom of the box was a teddy bear that was wearing a cheesy ‘I <3 Austria’ shirt and you laughed loudly.

You felt that emptiness escape your body as you pulled each item out, feeling a warmth radiating as if König was right there with you.

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König SFW Alphabet

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A = Affection

(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

König is so affectionate, more so in private than in public. He loves calling you the most embarrassing german nicknames like Honigbiene or Mausi. Will mostly stick to Schatz when around others though. He also is very physical with his affection, leaning against you even if he knows you can't support his weight or carrying you around in various positions (man's is strong so he will carry you no matter what)

B = Best friend

(What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Becoming his friend might just be the most difficult thing you'll ever do. You'd have to be a bit careful around him outside of the battlefield, as to not scare him. But if you get him authentic Austrian alcohol or Mozartkugeln, he will be loyal to you forever.

As a friend, he'd constantly talk about his (and your) interests. König will also ask about your country a lot if you feel comfortable enough to answer his questions. He'll also actively seek your presence out just to be around you.

C = Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

König is, once you get to know him, an oversized and touch starved teddy bear. He LOVES cuddles. Whatever position and wherever, as long as it's not infront of others. He will look for any excuse to wrap his arms around you though, yes, that includes "correcting your form" when you handle a gun he's even slightly proficient in.

Once home, or at base, you almost can't get him off of you.

D = Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I can't see him settling down, but if it was your wish, he absolutely would follow you anywhere to settle down, even if it was a country which language he didn't speak. But he'd probably ask to save up for a nice house where he doesn't bang his head on the door frames first.

He knows how to make a few Käsespätzle and that's it. If you know how to make Austrian cuisine like 'Oma', König will love you forever and beg you to teach him. He'll try to help you cook however he can, but DO NOT. let him near the stove.

He will gladly do the dishes and clean your home as a thanks though.

E = Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I don't think he'd tell you, maybe write a letter and leave it for you to find once you get home.

That being said, you'd ever have to have fucked up massively for him to break up with you, or he's forced to for your safety. If the latter is the case, he will be back for you as soon as it's save to do so.

F = Fiance(e)

(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It'll take a while for him to realize your relationship is permanent, maybe a year or so, but it goes fairly quick after that. He's lowkey really scared of either you or him dying, so he kinda tries to rush a wedding.

G = Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentle giant baby boy <3

He'll be really gentle with you, since he knows how big n' strong he is, König will hold his strength back a lot. Although, if you're both on the battlefield, he will be much less inclined to care about that sort of stuff, just grabbing your hand and running or forcing your head down to avoid bullets.

He always thoroughly thinks about what to say before he says it, so if there's even the slightest chance something he says could hurt you, he won't unless absolutely necessary.

H = Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Much like cuddles, König absolutely loves hugs!! He's more inclined to stick to them on the battlefield since there isn't much time for affection there. His hugs are so warm and soft though, your face either stuck in his man-boobs or in the crook of his neck.

I = I love you

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

When either he or you confesses to the other. After that, he'll say it all the time. Alternatively, if you've been friends for a long time and your relationship just progressed in a romantic way, he'll have said it wayyy before he had those kinds of feelings for you.

J = Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Probably not that jealous, unless someone is explicitly flirting with and not leaving you alone. In that case, König will magically find more courage than any person should have and scare them away at all cost if they don't leave you alone.

After, he'll give you a lil kissy and say something like "Niemand sollte dich stören wenn du das nicht willst, Schatz."

K = Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

A TON of forehead, nose and hair kisses. If his mask is on, he's more likely to kiss your hands, shoulders or neck. If you're really lucky, he'll even lift his mask up a teeny tiny bit and kiss you properly.

König is no more than putty in your hands if you kiss the corner of his mouth.

L = Love language

(How do they show their affection?)

GIFT GIVING, PARALLEL PLAY AND PHYSICAL AFFECTION. He loves collecting little trinkets for you!! Going from small flowers to an absolutely gorgeous necklace (he'll keep the secret of how much it cost to his grave). And honestly, König gets so giddy when he's in a 10 meter radius of you. If you leave the room to go sit somewhere else, he'll follow you around too. If he was drawing you, König will look at you like this >:(, but immediately melt if you just keep working and acknowledging his presence occasionally.

Also, just loves holding you however you prefer, he likes it warm >:)

M = Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

Trying to escape his iron grip to get ready. (spoiler: he will not let go ever)

You can however, convince him to let you go if you say you'll make breakfast. He'll consider letting you get up then.

N = Night

(How are nights spent with them?)

Cuddling and maybe having him talk to you in german. He'll try to teach you if you can't speak it too. If you respond, König will actually be so happy and fall asleep with a smile on his face :)

O = Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Honestly, once you get past his shyness, he's so talkative with you. If you ask, he'll tell you anything about his past and his childhood growing up in different parts of Austria.

P = Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

We all know how irritable he gets on the battlefield, but no matter what you do, that anger will never, ever be directed at you. You could literally murder his entire family and he'd be "Schatz, why did you do that? :( That wasn't nice :(( Please can we talk about this? :["

But seriously, if you do find some way to make him angry, he'll write you a letter and leave you alone for some time until he's cooled down.

Q = Quizzes

(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Every. Single. Detail. If you told him about that one embarrassing thing you did in fifth grade, he won't only remember what you did, he'll also remember how you said it, the look of absolute horror in your eyes when you realized just how cringe it was and the way your arms moved was just so fascinating to him.

König will also write a lot of what you say down in is diary, occasionally reading old entries about you when he's separated from you for a long time.

R = Remember

(What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

(Trying) To make Schnitzel and Petersilkartoffeln on your off-day at base. König doesn't even think he'll forget the wretched smell the first burnt Schnitzel produced, but the payoff of the smile on your face and the final meal is unforgettable to him.

If he has the chance, he'll absolutely tell everyone about the story, his shyness leaving him for even just a minute or so.

S = Security

(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

With his life. And his body too. König has been a meat-shield to you one too many times for your taste.

But in turn, you have to keep a little bit of a look out for him at social situations.

T = Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Maybe not effort, but a lot of thought. When it comes to tasks and dates at least.

König starts working on gifts month in advance, putting his blood, sweat and tears into it to get it just right for you.

U = Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

If he can't remember how to say something in English or misuse a phrase, he'll stop talking for a little while, sulking about 'not being able to communicate properly'. He also has the tendency to back out of social situations last minute.

V = Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

Only about his skin. Man's uses more skincare items than one of those clean girl grwm on TikTok. After he meets you, he'll possibly also care a little more about his hair, but that's it.

W = Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He relies on you a lot. Both in senses of communicating with others, as well as emotionally and physically. If you're gone for a while, he'll start hugging pillows and writing romantic letters he never sends. He's much more shy when you aren't around.

X = Xtra

(A random headcanon for them.)

Loves to draw you and flowers specifically. Also keeps trying to dry them in his sketchbook, but forgets they're in there and opens it before they've dried.

Y = Yuck

(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Probably someone who makes fun of him for being shy, or bosses him around all the time.

Z = Zzz

(What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Hugging you and pressing your face into his tiddies<3

König loves gathering a lot of blankets and just stewing them atop both of you!!

A/N: he is so bbg and I love him please keep the requests coming

[minoment]

könig with tall a lover (they’re like the same height) how he react sfw and nsfw

(my first time requesting sorry if it’s kinda weird)

OK I AM SO EXITED FOR THIS ONE. I am 6'2" and I speak German so this is just perfect. I love writing for him since we are very similar so buckle up and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT since there's NSFW. I PUT THIS TOGETHER OVER TWO DAYS SORRY IF ITS KINDA SHIT. Thanks for the request Anon! <3

Pairing: König x GN!Reader

Type: Headcannons (SFW + NSFW)

Warnings (kinda): Sub needy König, dom reader, readers gender is unspecified, König is a shy sweetheart, mentions of war related things, praise kink, size kink, breath play, teasing, overstimulation?, manhandling, hair pulling, slight impact play?, reader could have a dick or a strap, oral sex (reader receiving) could be either readers dick getting sucked or readers pussy being eaten its up to you horny freaks, gentle and passionate relationship with no BDSM or hard sex because we must be nice to the Austrian cinnamon roll.

A/N: The NSFW will be dom!reader because we don't do that sub shit here 😋👏

König x Tall!Reader Headcannons

{NSFW FAR UNDER THE CUT, STILL MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI}

SFW:

When König first joined the KorTac company, he didn't think he would ever find someone as tall as him, but there you were.

You had greeted him professionally, shook his hand firmly and looked him straight in the eyes. He was so used to everyone gazing up at him so this eye contact instantly awoke something in him.

When you both weren't working, he would try and strike up a conversation despite his social anxiety. You found his attempts quite amusing to say the least and you two soon became inseparable.

KorTac enlistees had already been intimidated by your size and rank, but now there was another giant always one step behind you. This certainly re-enforced any sort of authority you had over your troops (and enemies).

This gave you quite the reputation, especially on missions. If there was anything to do with stealth or infiltration, you would sigh and pull him aside as other more... fitting candidates were chosen.

Although, you always kept each other company and your combined prowess in battle was a major force to be reckoned with. Especially when it came to intimidation and brute force.

You two were close friends and soon König was comfortable about sharing his past, his social anxiety, joining the Kommando Spezialkräfte in the 1st Platoon, failing to become a sniper, his deployment in Berlin, joining KorTac... absolutely everything.

Soon after, you told him your story and how you ended up here. This created a deep level of trust and comfort between the two of you.

This deep emotional connection, trust, and inseparability soon turned into the both of you falling head over heels for each other. König was the one to confess first in a rather flustered moment of panic. You had just laughed and hugged him tight.

In public, you both kept your relationship purely professional but when you were alone, physical and verbal affection was everything. Kissing and cuddling was the best thing on earth with König. He was like a big, flustered, teddy bear who wanted nothing more than to make you happy.

You both came back muddy and exhausted from training one evening, dropping your gear by the door of your shared dorm before competitively sprinting to claim who showered first. You won and quickly got in, laughing at König's muffled German curses from outside the door.

"Oh mein Gott! Let me shower with you, i'm cold!" He whined sheepishly outside the door.

"Nope!" You snickered, quickly finishing in the bathroom before walking out in undergarments. You flopped onto your bed and gave him a grin. "Go right ahead." You teased playfully.

König rolled his eyes and disappeared into the bathroom. You were so exhausted that you were already half asleep when he was finished. You two didn't bother saying anything else, he just wriggled under the covers with you and wrapped his large frame around your equally broad one. Placing your hand on the back of his head, you both fell asleep in a big, messy bear hug.

NSFW:

If we had to give König a label, he would be a switch (leaning submissive) bottom. A very soft and gentle one at that. Due to his nature and history, he would be into passionate and gentle sex rather than rough.

He would love being praised and comforted, definitely a pillow prince with a praise kink.

Your similar size to him would also be a huge turn on. The fact that you can easily manhandle him into whatever position you wanted, would make him whine and blush.

He would be quite shy to initiate any sort of sexual activity and it made him feel a little ashamed. (HES SUCH A POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW I WANNA SNUGGLE HIM AHSGJHDGIU)

Definitely into gentle hair pulling, whether its pulling his head back to whisper sinful praise in his ear as you thrust into him or gently guiding his head down as he gives you head.

Both of you have an incredible amount of stamina and can easily go multiple rounds and even all night.

He's quite impatient and can't handle being teased. It would either end up with him quickly taking what he wants (usually ending up with a gentle smack on his inner thigh from you), or he gets teary-eyed and starts whinily begging for you to please him. Of course you can't resist.

You had come out of the shower, steam rising from your muscled, toned body. König gulped, his eyes flicking over your form as he pretended to be half asleep. He had already showered and was barely clothed under the sheets. You got under the duvet and slid a hand up his bare back, knowing damn well he wasn't asleep.

König let out a muffled squeak as he felt your hands wrap around his waist, pulling him close and tight. He could feel your breath of his nape and he shivered, already becoming aroused. Your large calloused hand ran up his chest and rested on his collarbone, pulling him closer so your breath fanned over his ear. König straight up whimpered and it made you smirk.

"Ha.. w-what are you doing-?" He said softly, desperately holding onto your arm around his waist. You laughed fondly, pressing a kiss to his neck as the tension was broken. He shivered and leaned into your touch, grateful for your warmth.

"Nothing.." You replied, moving your hand downwards ever so slightly. König let out a shaky sigh and closed his eyes.

"Bitte- if you're going to... fuck me. Stop teasing me and do it~" he whimpered. You chuckled, gently reaching down with one hand to grab both his wrists and firmly hold them against his chest. Your other hand snuck down into his boxers, making him lean his head back onto your shoulder with a soft gasp.

Soon enough he was pleading and moaning, his hot breath against your ear as your fingers ran up and down his slick cock. His gasps and whines were enough to make you want to bend him over and finish him right here, but you held back.

"A-ah~ please- please my love~" He cried out, rocking his hips into your tight fist. "Heilige Scheiße~ I need to c-cum.. please~" He gasped brokenly, right next to your ear. You relished in his desperation but nodded, rubbing your thumb roughly over his weeping tip and down the thick veins of his length.

"You may cum sweetheart.." You purred softly, pressing a kiss to his jawline. You couldn't help but lean down and suckle on his sweetspot, leaving a dark hickey on his neck and marking him as yours.

König lost his mind, throwing his head back onto your shoulder as he let out unintelligible strings of curses in broken German and English. He soon released, letting out a lewd cry as he reached his peak and shot ropes of white all over your hand.

You gently stroked him, letting him come down as he shivered and whispered soft "thank you"s over and over again like a prayer. He rolled over to face you and buried his blushing form against your chest. You sighed then smiled fondly, cleaning off your hand with your nearby towel before hugging him tight. König was already asleep, snuggling into your warmth. You pressed one last kiss to his forehead and fell into a deep sleep beside him.

[sofasoap]

Thank you for everything.

Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( OC aka "Mini" MacTavish ) + Simon " Ghost" Riley + John " Soap " Mactavish

Summary: Time for Mini to introduce her new boyfriend to the family. Breaking Ghost's heart a little bit. and new found family for him.

Warning: M To E rated. mention of sexy time! Safe sex people! swearing, fluff? angsty in places? any geography and facts are made up a bit regarding to Scotland etc. For fictional purposes.

A/N : Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background.

 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Note: I have FINALLY found my beautiful König

By the amazing artist @egg-ball. This is my perfect image of König. * cry *

Also this is my drool worthy Ghost “Simon/Ghost” - Credit to : @shkretart

" What you doing here. "

" What are YOU doing here, this is my parent's house of course I am here!"

" Your mum invited me to come."

" Since when are you good friend with my Ma? "

" Since a while ago."

Soap sighed. Don't think he is going to get anymore information out from Ghost's mouth, he let him in.

" Hi Simon! welcome welcome. " Mrs MacTavish rushed up to him as he walks through the front door of their estate.

".. Hello Mrs MacTavish."

" Johnny, be a nice boy and show Simon the guest bedroom."

Rolling his eyes, " Come on. this way. " Soap reluctantly lead Ghost towards the bedroom quarter of his parent's house.

MacTavish farm has been around for few centuries, famous for quality crops and recently as one of the big investors for up and coming Speyside Whisky. Although Ghost is more of a bourbon whiskey guy, but he wouldn't say no to a good quality alcohol.

"Where is Mini."

" She's gone to the airport and picking her boyfriend up. Should be back within an hour or so."

" .. Do you know who this guy is." Ghost ask as he put down his duff bag in the corner of the room.

"No idea. But he better be decent." Soap puffed.

Soap seen you smiling like a dork few times while texting, when he ask you about it you always wave him off and tell him to mind his own business. Makes him even more suspicious that you are trying to hide something from him.

"Ma! Da! I'm home!' Soap and Simon can hear from the back of the house as you yell. Hearing another muffled male voice greeting, Soap and Ghost look at each other, and walk back towards the front door.

A very tall figure was awkwardly bending down giving Mrs MacTavish hug and turn to MacTavish senior a handshake, both Ghost and Soap froze as they suddenly recognise who the mysterious man was.

König.

Chewing your lip, you typed and deleted and typed and deleted, before you decided to press sent.

--- Hello my teddy bear, are you free in April?

Few minutes later, you her a DING as the message sent through

-- I should be free, unless we get deployed again, is there something you need, Liebling?

-- I told my Ma and Da about you.. and they would love to meet you in person, they are inviting you to spend Easter this year at the family farm up in Scotland.

An hour. No reply from him. You heart dropped. Have you pushed a bit too far?

--- ONLY if you are comfortable with it! I can decline if you are not up to it or if you are planning something with your family!

You quickly typed up.

... Still nothing.

After the Piccadilly Circus incident, you and König got even closer. He came and visited you in the hospital day after the incident. Bringing you flowers and some Kaiserschmarrn.

" Wow, König, where did you get this from?"

" I.. I made it."

"... YOU made it?" This man really surprises you, he can carve like a professional, and now he can bake like a pro? What can't this man do????

" I rang my Mama last night and ask for recipe.. I borrow the kitchen at the Emergency centre to make it..." he replied shyly.

Trying to imaging a big tall Austrian man baking in a tiny little kitchen makes you giggle. You took a bite of the pancake and moaned. It is GOOD. Probably one of the best sweet you ever tasted in your life.

"I hope it's to your taste.." König wrangle his hand nervously.

" OH GOSH You better make this everyday.. It's SO DELICIOUS."

" I .. I can make you other stuffs too."

" Do you plan to open a dessert shop after your life in military König? If you do, I will be your most loyal customer."

König look down on the floor, twiddling his thumb, said nothing.

Due to his work commitment, you two only get to see each other when he is in London. But both of you communicate as much as possible through text, and in some occasions through phone or video calls.

It's a slow courtship. But you don't mind. Good things takes time, you remind yourself.

You can really see him making a real effort to slowly slip out from his comfort zone. Bringing you little gifts each time, little carving he made himself, desserts he made, little hand crafts his Mama and his Oma made especially for you.

You also can't resist teasing your boyfriend from time to time.

“ And MAYBE you can show me later how good you are at… RAMMING into people. My big teddy bear.”

" You know, I miss my big teddy bear in winter, no one to keep me warm in bed."

Everytime you tease him with these hidden innuendos, you swear you can see the imaginary steams coming out from his ears.

He is always hesitant to hold your hand, those big callous hand. Wrap around yours, making you feel safe.

First time he initiated a hug was when you two were walking down the street, in freezing cold weather, he saw you shivering. Silently he open his trench coat, look at you asking for permission, and proceed to pull you in and wrap you up. He is like a human furnace. You inhale. Smell of his cologne mixed with gunpowder. This is home.

You realise you are slowly falling in love with this big , gentle man.

First time you saw his face, and first kiss, without the mask, was when you two * FINALLY* spend a night together. ( The Holy trinity, you dubbed it later on when you recall the event to Emma. )

Emma was away visiting her family for her long overdue holiday.

" GO ON Mini, invite him to stay over, MAKE A MOVE, push that boy into bed!" She urged you after she told you about her holiday plan. " You can make a much as noise as you want with him and I won't be here to yell at you!"

You smack your good friend on the arm, " EMMA!!!"

" What, I am telling the truth, besides, ' she pointed at you ' how long you guys been going out for? over a year. yet you still haven't kiss him properly, let alone seeing his face in full."

You know she's right, at same time you don't want to push him too much. As if by chance, König rang you the next day informing you he is coming over for the long weekend.

"Have you book your accommodation yet? If not... Um. Emma is away at her family for the week.. Um. Do you want to... stay over at my place?"

You heard him choking, coughing and someone else in the background asking him if he is OK.

" I .. I ... I..."

" Yes or no König."

"... Yes."

" Right! that's sorted. I'll see you then!"

You feel like a teenager, all giddy and nervous. For fucks sake, you are an adult! it's normal to ask your boyfriend to stay over. You convince yourself.

He showed up at your doorsteps few weeks later, and you two go on your usual routine. Out for a nice walk, go out to local bistro and have a good meal, window shopping.

Slowly you two stroll home. You two took turn taking shower. You brew some nice herbal tea and sat in front of the TV, winding down.

You lean over and put your head on his shoulder. You feel him lifting up his arm, starting to stroke your hair, gently.

you shuffle into his space bit more. He stiffens. Thinking you made him uncomfortable, you pulled away slightly. He immediately pulled you back in.

You look up at him, searching for something in his eyes. Lifting one hand up, silently seeking for permission, his eyes drop down and look back up at you, you slowly pull his black mask off.

And there he is.

You smiled, " There's my handsome teddy bear." You whispered. With tears in your eyes, you trying to take his features in. The scar across his nose, across his cheek. the little imperfections. Tracing his features with both of your hand, König close his eyes and sighed.

Feeling bold, you swung leg across, straddling him. Tilting your face up towards him, he look down with dark hooded eyes, and close the final gap. Shy and tentative at first, it soon become heated.

You moan into his mouth as grabbed your backside, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his arousal. Grinding against his lap, you heard him taking in a sharp breath, and broke the kiss.

" ... Are you sure."

You nodded your head, totally out of breath to reply.

As if a switch has been flipped, he lift you up, like you weigh nothing, you hook your other leg across his hip, he marched towards the bedroom.

Despite both of you are inexperienced ( Hell, you never went past second base with the boys you were seeing in the past thanks to Soap, your cockblocking brother!), everything seems to progress naturally. He certainly make up for it .. somewhere else. and oh BOY. It was GOOD. You know you going to be very sore the next day.

He was an excellent lover. Gentle after care. He turned back into the shy König after the deed was done. " Did I hurt you Liebling? I am sorry if I was too rough... OH der Scheiß, YOU ARE BLEEDING!" He quickly jumped off the bed. You pull his arm to stop him.

" Hey love, calm down. It's normal.... after um.. the.. first time.."

" Still... I hurt you.. " He shook his head. He left the room, and came back few minutes later with warm towel, gently wipe you down.

Afterwards, he pull you into his chest, him being the big spoon, the warmth enveloped you as he whispered into your ears.

"Ich liebe dich"

Back to the present. You were still waiting for his reply two days later, when you begin to think its a very bad idea. One big step forward, rolling back down to the bottom of the hill, you think to yourself.

You finally got a reply after a week. He apologising but didn't give a reason for his late reply, and ask you for the details. You let out a big sigh and proceed to give him the dates and travel details.

Quiet chit chat as everyone sit around the dining table. Your Ma and Pa politely asking him question about his family and how he comes to know Ghost and Soap.

Ghost and Soap just stares at König as he answer the questions quitely, with you smiling at him.

" What is your intention with my sister König." Soap asked all of sudden.

You shot Johnny a look, Jesus fucken hell, does he have to make the atmosphere so awkward?

König gave your hand slight squeeze underneath the table.

" I will not hurt her. I love her very much. In fact, I am here today to ask for permission for marriage in the future."

Your look at your boyfriend with disbelieve, Is this the socially anxious König that you know? And what is this about marriage? Ah?

Soap was about to stand but Ghost press him down by the shoulder, shaking his head.

Everything was slightly blur after that. You vaguely remember your Ma and Pa gave both you and König a hug, welcome him into the family, even Johnny and Simon shook his hand , begrudgingly.

You suddenly thought, why is Simon here anyway?????

" I am sorry Liebling.. I should have ask you first.. " König apologised profusely after everyone retired for the night. You smiled at him and pat his chest, comfort him,

" It's ok.. took me out by surprise... " jabbing him a little, " I expect you to make up for it later." You chuckled. He grabbed your hand and nodded.

3am, you toss and turned, with König lightly snoring away beside you. You decided to go into kitchen to get a glass of water.

You jumped slightly when you saw a figure standing by the window.

" SHIT Simon... you really gave me a fright."

" sorry. "

Walking over to the fridge you pour yourself a glass of cold water, looking at Simon, he shook his head as you silently ask him if he want some water too.

Taping on the glass, you decided to ask.

" Why are you here anyway Simon? Not that we don't want you here.. you are welcome any time.. "

" Your Mum invited me.'

" Since when are you good friend with my Ma... "

" Since a while ago."

You rolled your eyes. You took another sip of water. Simon turned towards you, looking at you. You can see there's sadness in his eyes.

Putting the glass down. You walk over to him, pull him into a tight hug. Burying your head in his chest, you mumbled.

" I am sorry Simon.'

Ghost's heart ached You knew. That little bit of feeling that he is trying to hide away deep down, and it shattered when he saw you looking at König lovingly during dinner. The way you smiled at him, the way he take care of you. He knows he had no chance. You only love him as a big brother.

".. You are like a brother to me and Johnny.This will always be your home. I want us to stay as friend. I am so sorry."

He wrap his arm around you. Tight. Gave you a light kiss on the top of your head.

"You have nothing to apologise for." He murmured.

" I know... but.. "

" It's ok. I'll get over it." he sighed.

" Johnny can take you out and introduce you to some ladies?" You suggested timidly.

" I seriously wouldn't trust him."

You laughed.

Giving you a pat on the head, he left your embrace.

" I am happy for you Mini... I truly am."

" OH! I know this lady doctor at work.. She use to be in the military .. she's from New Zealand... "

" No sis... Don't trust YOU either to set me up with anyone." Ghost huffed.

You giggled as he called you sis. It will take time. but that's a start.

"My Ma and Pa really loves you as an adopted son you know.. maybe they will introduce my cousins to you."

" Mini MacTavish. Please no."

Poor Ghost got his heart broken. it's ok. he will have someone in near future that suits him. I just want to give him a family he deserves.

[heyshrimphere]

Writing this bc I am a little overwhelmed and I just need a little break. Rather Short btw, kinda bad.

warnings- just fluff, some swearing

König x Gn Reader

Everything was heavy, every thought that raced in your mind brough fear and worry. You have tried to breath, tried every and any distractions you had on hand. Nothing worked. It just brought those thought to he forefront of your mind. That's how you ended up in your room with all the lights off. Curled up in the crunchy thin blanket and secured under your cot. It was a tight fit sure but in the moment you needed your world to just be what you could see and feel. No one came to bother you, a coupled of knocks on your door every now and then but no one walked in.

Until the mountain of a man himself König got worried. His bold knock startled you to say the least. It then followed by the door slowly opening with heavy footsteps following.

"Y/N?" his voice was soft yet strong in his Austrian accent. You didn't move, couldn't bring yourself to. His footsteps were rhythmic as he walked around your small room, before stopping at the head of your cot. "Mäuschen?" slowly the bear knelt down moving himself to his elbows he peered under your bed. "Oh little Maus?" his voice was just above a whisper.

"Hi König" you muttered embarrassed by your red eyes and runny nose.

"Are you okay?"

You shook your head with sobs stuck in your throat, his eyes slightly widened at your response. Before he knelt back on his knees and feet extending out a hand. "Come" He bellowed out he seemed to be surprised by his own voice as he whispered a small sorry afterwards. To be honest König intimidated you even after working with him for some time. The large man who spoke in a language that almost always sounded angry still gave you a small heart attack every now and then. Yet this was different, him kneeling beside your bed and arms opened, he became more of an oversized teddy bear in your eyes. Slowly you crept out and into his arms.

He wrapped his paws gently around you holding your face into where his neck would be if it wasn't obstructed by his veil.

"You do not have to speak" He moved your body to rest better on him, your legs to his side and perched perfectly in his lap. chin now resting on top of your head you were secure in his arms, his warmth and whispers in a language you didn't know a lick of.

"Thank you" You muttered a slight whimper in your tone. "Just a lot going on, I-"

"Shh it okay Mäuschen" He whispered, your face flushed red as one of his hands reached up and started playing with your hair. "You are strong, sehr stark." With that he began to rock you slightly in his arms. All the worries and zooming thoughts began to fade with eyes closed and pressed into the Austrian mountain, everything was going to be ok.

[caitlinmia]

Yorkshire Sculpture Park

I visited the Yorkshire Sculpture Park on the 16th of April 2023. It’s a lovely place to walk around and enjoy the sculptures that are all dotted around the big grounds.

While on my visit to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park I was able to see sculptures created by Damien Hirst, who is the United Kingdom’s richest artist. Born on the 7th June 1965 in Bristol he has made a huge name for himself amongst the Contemporary art movement. Damien Hirst’s The Virgin Mother can be found in the sculpture park, it was created from 2005 to 2006 and it stands at 10 metres tall, so you can easily spot it. The tall bronze statue shows half a side to be a naked pregnant woman and the other half shows the flesh and muscles that are underneath our skin and even shows the baby growing inside the womb. It is shown as if the side has been ripped off of the woman’s skin. It is quite a gory statue for a lovely park but the sculpture park is known for bizarre sculptures so this is less out the ordinary. Another famous sculpture of Hirst’s that can be found at the park is Charity; a blonde girl wearing a blue dress and holding a teddy bear and a sign saying ‘please give generously’. Charity is based on the Scope charity collection.

Another artist that can be found at the park is Daniel Arsham with his Relics in the Landscape. These are some beautiful statues that reflect old statues but are also highlighted by the bright and shiny crystals that grow from the statues. His artworks appear decayed and somewhat ruined which can represent his childhood of when he survived hurricane Andrew which destroyed a lot. With a lot of interest in archaeology Daniel Arsham uses this interest to combine old statues and shiny crystals. I love this type of statues that he has created it really combines new and old together and that even when something has decayed and broken down we can find something beautiful from within it.

Sophie Ryder also has a very interesting sculpture inside the park called Sitting. Created in 2007 and made out of galvanised wire it is a hybrid between a hare and a human woman. This bizarre statue which is split down the middle was actually quite amusing and interesting to look at from up close and from a distance. Ryder is often interested with folklore, mythology and animals and with this interest she has taken it and explored sexuality as well. The wire is important to Ryder as it allowed her to shape and manipulate the sculpture to her liking.

Another really interesting artist is Erwin Wurm and his collection: Trap of the Truth. This bizarre and funny looking sculpture brings so much happiness and silliness to the park and they’re just amazing sculptures to observe. There are more than 100 art works in this collection which can be found outside and inside. Erwin Wurm is a prominent Austrian artist and he brings humour into his quirky art works which conflict the bounds of humankind. One of his artworks that I was completely stunned by his leaning car sculpture ,An R25 with a twist, and also his warped red truck that appears to be reversing up the wall called Truck. As well as these he also creates sausages in a anthropomorphic style. The sculptures have humanistic characteristics of fighting but that’s what makes them quirky and fun is because they are sausages. I think these sculptures are a great way of being quirky and humour.

The Yorkshire sculpture park is a great day out for everyone m, the grounds are beautiful and there’s a lot to walk around with animals and beautiful rivers and bridges. It is a must to visit. As well as all the amazing sculptures dotted around there is a lot to see and learn. I very much enjoyed it and will definitely be going back again.

The Yorkshire Sculpture Park Website - https://ysp.org.uk

[wildbeautifuldamned]

Antique Vintage 1950's Austrian Teddy Bear manufacture RatzFogel ebay stuff..and..things

[jack-valentine]

I got lost in Vienna at 16 once (lost by their definition, perhaps; I was having a fantastic time) and was wandering through a park when a woman walking a very large dog approached me.

Her: Are you [name]?

Me, being young and also flabbergasted: Yes. How did you...?

She made a spiral gesture with both fingers.

Her: The hair, it goes like this. Your teacher is looking for you.

My hair was then that horrifying shade of 90s home bleaching where it didn't quite get out of orange. I could be picked out amidst packed bleachers from across the field. And yet, my teacher who hadn't bothered to learn a lick of German while getting highschoolers to sing in Austrian abbeys got a stranger to identify me over a mile from where I'd been last seen just by my curls.

I did make my way back to my teacher, who threatened to shove me on a plane back to Iowa unless I went teddy bear shopping with her all next day. Which I did.

It was an excellent lesson in the superiority of shape over colour identification. I resolved to keep my hair in a bun if I ever had to travel with chaperones again.

been watching dunmeshi and someone calling falin’s hair “light brown” has me thinking about your husband’s bread-colored hair, thank u Elodie

(In reference to deep lore: once upon a time in a post addition that went viral, I lost my husband in a French castle, and being largely incoherent at the best of times and having only a little French in my time of need, I asked for help finding him, describing him in French as “small, English, and with hair the colour of bread.” Over the years many people have admired my poetic incoherence in this, with me weakly defending myself that his hair is not obviously blonde or brown but kinda 🍞 , leavened by the fact that in a poll of several thousand people, nobody could decide what it was either.)

Here is a character attempting to find an equally lost person by describing the woman on the right (image description: a very young woman with blonde hair) as a human person with light brown hair, who might be 40 maybe.

In conclusion: hair color is a genuinely shit way of trying to find missing people. Even if you come up with a good description that makes sense to you, there’s no guarantee that anyone else will agree with it.

Therefore the best way of finding people in castles and so on, apart from shouting MARCO and trying to sift out all the POLOS, is to indicate their size with an expression of mute appeal, and select the one you like best from the selection of humans brought to you. That or maybe the color of their coat.

[brn1029]

On this date in our music…..

That our, ofcourse, would be Classic Rock, with the exception of Mantovani….

March 29th

2007 - Bono

U2 singer Bono accepted an honorary knighthood at a ceremony in Dublin. Fellow band members The Edge and Adam Clayton joined the frontman's wife and four children at the British ambassador David Reddaway's official residence. The rock star and campaigner, 46, was not entitled to be called "Sir" because he is not a British citizen. The U2 singer's new title is Knight Commander of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire (KBE).

2005 - Neil Young

Neil Young was treated for a brain aneurysm at a hospital in New York. Doctors expected the 59 year old to make a full recovery. The aneurysm was discovered when Young's vision became blurred after the induction ceremony for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last month.

1999 - David Bowie

The David Bowie Internet Radio Network broadcast its first show for Rolling Stone Radio. The show was Bowie's favourite songs with Bowie introducing each track.

1996 - Phil Spector

Two former members of the 1950s group, The Teddy Bears filed suit in Los Angeles, California, against producer Phil Spector and several labels. Carol Connors and Marshall Lieb alleged they had not received royalties from re-issues of their 1958 No.1 hit 'To Know Him Is To Love Him'.

1986 - Falco

Austrian singer Falco started a three-week run at No.1 on the US singles chart with 'Rock Me Amadeus', also a No.1 in the UK. Falco became the first German speaking artist to achieve a No.1 on the US charts.

1980 - Mantovani

Mantovani, (Annunzio Paolo Mantovan), Orchestra leader died aged 74. Born in Italy his family moved to England in 1912, where he studied at Trinity College of Music in London. He recorded over 50 albums for Decca records, including Song from Moulin Rouge and Cara Mia, both reached No. 1 in the UK. In the United States, between 1955 and 1972, he released over 40 albums with 27 reaching the Top 40 and 11 the Top Ten. His biggest success was with the album Film Encores, which made it to No. 1 in 1957.

1979 - Bob Dylan

After attending a Dire Straits show during their residency at the Roxy in Los Angeles, Bob Dylan asked Mark Knopfler and drummer Pick Withers to play on the sessions for his next album. Slow Train Coming was the album, recorded in Muscle Shoals in May of 1979, with Jerry Wexler producing. Dylan had first heard Dire Straits' Mark Knopfler when his assistant Arthur Rosato played him the single 'Sultans of Swing'.

1978 - David Bowie

David Bowie kicked off his Low / Heroes 77-date World Tour at San Diego Sports Arena in San Diego, California.

1975 - Led Zeppelin

Led Zeppelin saw all six of their albums in the US Top 100 chart in the same week, alongside their latest album Physical Graffiti at No.1. Physical Graffiti has now been certified 16 times Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) for US sales in excess of 16 million copies.

1973 - Dr Hook And The Medicine Show

Dr Hook And The Medicine Show got their picture on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine after their hit, 'The Cover of Rolling Stone' reached No. 6 on the US singles chart. According to members of the group, they really did buy five copies for their mothers, just like the song said.

1969 - John Lennon

John Lennon and Yoko Ono, Black Sabbath, The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown, Curved Air, J.J. Jackson's Dilemma, Shy Limbs, Spontaneous Music Ensemble, Sunflower Brass Band and Toe Fat all appeared at the London Free Easter Festival in Bethnal Green, London, England.

1967 - The Beatles

Working at Abbey Road studios The Beatles finished recording ‘Good Morning Good Morning’. They then started work on a new song ‘With a Little Help From My Friends’, (originally titled ‘Bad Finger Boogie’), recording 10 takes of the rhythm track, then Ringo overdub a double-tracked lead vocal.

1966 - Mick Jagger

Rolling Stone Mick Jagger was injured during a gig in Marseilles, Southern France after a fan threw a chair at the stage. Jagger required eight stitches in the cut.

[milla984]

pansy and daffodil for the flower asks!

Daffodil

1: I used to call my teddy bear 'Bei' because I couldn't pronunce the word 'bear' or 'bär', in German (part of my family is of Austrian descent) 2: I started reading when I was 3yo 3: during primary school I didn't have permission to watch tv after 9:30pm. My mom was a huge X-Files fan back then so I remember being absolutely creeped out but the intro I could hear playing from the living room, every Sunday night 4: one of my fave albums to listen to on the bus during field trips was Queen's Greatest Hits vol.2 5: and Brian May was my first celebrity crush ever (I blame the hair) 6: I probably read Matilda + The Witches by Roald Dahl and Der kleine Vampir/The Little Vampire saga by Angela Sommer-Bodenburg a bazillion times 7: I had people gifting me earrings (for pierced ears) more often than not, as a b*day present. Spoiler alert - I don't have pierced ears 8: I loved having dinner at our family's friends' place because the conversation between adults was so boring to me I was allowed to watch a cartoon movie. I still don't know wtf thought Bakshi's The Lord of the Rings was a suitable choice for a 5yo… but that was the movie I would always ask them to play for me, since it scared me to death

Pansy

1: it's the second biggest city in my Country 2: our metro/underground system has five lines while Rome (the capital city) only has three 3: on top of the highest spire of our main cathedral stands a Madonna statue covered in real gold foil. The statue had to be wrapped up in rags during WW2 so that British pilots couldn't spot it's shining surface and drop their bombs right in the heart of the city 4: Milan is famous for being very 'fashionable'. In fact, there's a particular area known as the 'Golden Quadrilater' (or Quadrilater of Fashion, a literal translation of its Italian name) which is bordered by four streets full of top-end boutiques and retail outlets that belongs to the world's major fashion houses 5: one of Leonardo's masterpieces, L'Ultima Cena/The Last Supper is located in its original painting place, the church of Santa Maria delle Grazie/Saint Mary of Graces, not far from the city centre. Leonardo also designed a floodgates system that was used to navigate the river that runs across the city - the floodgates are still visible today but they're not in use anymore 6: it's an ancient city so there's plenty of ghost stories, superstitions and interesting facts connected to the spiritual world (for reference: 🎃, 🎃, 🎃) 7: traditional dishes of my city include: saffron risotto with ossobuco (sliced shin of veal containing marrowbone), panettone and milanese cutlet

[nationaldaycalendar]

September 9, 2022 - NATIONAL TEDDY BEAR DAY – CARE BEAR SHARE YOUR CARE DAY - NATIONAL WIENER SCHNITZEL DAY

September 9, 2022 – NATIONAL TEDDY BEAR DAY – CARE BEAR SHARE YOUR CARE DAY – NATIONAL WIENER SCHNITZEL DAY

SEPTEMBER 9, 2022 | NATIONAL TEDDY BEAR DAY | CARE BEAR SHARE YOUR CARE DAY | NATIONAL WIENER SCHNITZEL DAY NATIONAL TEDDY BEAR DAY | SEPTEMBER 8 On September 9th, National Teddy Bear Day honors the history of one of childhood’s favorite toys. We have all had a special cuddly teddy as a child. Some of us still have our teddy bear from our childhood. No matter what kind of teddy bear you had, the…

[f1yogurt]

Breakfast In Bed

Summary: After a long night out, James wants to surprise the boys with breakfast in bed.

AO3 Link - BREAKFAST IN BED -- Link to my Fic Request Guide

Rating: Mature (warning for cursing)

Characters: Niki Lauda, John Watson, James Hunt, and a brief cameo from Jody Scheckter

Relationships: James Hunt / Niki Lauda / John Watson

Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Breakfast in Bed, Sleepy Cuddles, Boys In Love, I'm sorry Niki's hungover again, I needed him to be grumpy, James Hunt is a Little S***, John is soft, Flashbacks, mentions of the 1976 crash, Scars

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: thanks to @green-like-the-sky for the fluff prompt idea, and for loving Niki and John just as much as I do

James Hunt was not an early riser. No, he was usually the party-all-nighter, drink-until-you-drop kind of man who slept until two in the afternoon the next day. However, last night’s party had oddly provided him with a proper rest, and he found himself the first one to wake up this morning.

James opened his eyes and yawned sleepily. He found himself face to face with a familiar curly head of hair. No doubt he had rolled over in his sleep to spoon Niki in the middle of the night. The Austrian was never one to protest being the little spoon, though, which James found absolutely adorable.

Hunt smiled, and he considered jostling Niki a little to wake him up so that he would have someone to tease. After a moment, though, he thought better of it. No need to wake the grumpy thing up just for James to get an earful about the importance of a good eight hours of sleep.

Instead, James sighed and gently untangled himself from where he was wrapped around Niki. He did it as gently as he could, moving Niki’s skinny limbs around strategically, but somehow Niki still woke up with the movement. James watched as the Austrian made a grumpy noise and turned over to face him.

“James?” Niki asked sleepily, reaching for the empty space that Hunt had just vacated. “James, where are you going?” The Englishman was endeared by the soft-spoken words, and by how adorable Niki looked when he was sleepy, although he really wanted to surprise Niki with something that he needed to get up for. No time to delay this morning.

“Don’t worry, Niki. I’m going to make breakfast,” he said, smiling at the Austrian. “Sorry to wake you, love.” He bent down to give Niki a little kiss. Nothing like kissing a sleepy Austrian rat. James absolutely had to tease Niki about this, and he smirked down at him.

“Don’t fall asleep again, love. You might miss my breakfast…or the entire day.” Niki opened his eyes and glared tiredly at James.

“Fuck you,” he said. James chuckled as he got up from the bed. The three of them had stumbled home last night and collapsed into bed together, and the fact that Niki was still in bed at this time in the morning meant that the Austrian must be suffering from the worst of their hangovers.

“Oh, someone’s grumpy this morning,” James said teasingly as he pulled on a pair of trousers that were lying on the floor. “Are you finally feeling those whiskies you knocked back like they were water? Because you look like hell.” Niki flipped the middle finger, clearly not in the mood to be teased this early.

“Your fault for encouraging,” Niki accused, although there was a glint of humor in the Austrian’s eyes. James smiled tenderly, and he leaned down to place another kiss on Niki’s forehead.

“I promise, love, you’ll start to feel better soon,” he said. “I’ll be back with breakfast. And I won’t burn the kitchen down this time!” Niki rolled his eyes and watched as James walked out of the room. The Austrian sighed and turned over from the empty space that James had left, scooting closer to his other bedmate.

John was just beginning to wake up after hearing the commotion between Niki and James. He felt himself enveloped in warmth as Niki latched onto him, the Austrian’s arms wrapping around John like a warm teddy bear. Niki was a notorious cuddler, especially with John. And especially if he was suffering from a hangover.

“Niki, how are you feeling?” John asked knowingly. The Irishman hadn’t drank much last night, although he knew that Niki had gone well past his usual limits. If Niki had been at his best this morning, he would have already been awake hours ago and would be up and about, telling the other two boys to hurry to rise before the sun set.

“Headache,” Niki said in response, the word muffled against the back of John’s neck. Watson chuckled softly in sympathy. When they went out drinking together, Niki sometimes tried to keep up with James, but it usually didn’t end well. This seemed to be one of those times.

“Niki, I don’t know why you didn’t stop at a few whiskies,” he said, chuckling. Niki just grunted and buried his face at the nape of John’s neck. John smiled, secretly pleased to be cuddled by Niki. Of course, he would have preferred better circumstances. But he wasn’t picky.

The two of them lay in a peaceful silence for a few minutes, listening to the distant clanging of pots from where James worked in the kitchen. Of course, though, Niki’s mind started to wander in the absence of talking.

“John, you know the tire pressures were wrong at the last practice,” he said matter-of-factly, as if he was reporting to one of the mechanics. “We also need to adjust the wing angle. I have it all worked out–” John rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“Niki, if you start talking to me about aerodynamics and tire pressures, I am going to leave you in this bed alone,” he said. There was really no heat to his words, but Niki understood, and he fell silent. Someone needed to tell the Austrian to relax and stop thinking sometimes, and that someone was usually John.

As the smell of eggs and bacon began drifting into the bedroom, John heard his stomach growl hungrily. Niki may not be hungry, but he sure was. Plus, it would be good for the Austrian to get some food in his stomach whether he wanted it or not.

“Niki, don’t you think it’s time to get up?” he asked, already expecting one of Niki’s signature sarcastic replies. “Whatever James has cooking in there smells delicious. If we don’t go now, we might miss the breakfast miracle of the century.” Niki simply unlatched his arms from around John and shook his head.

“No, no, you go ahead,” he said. John chuckled. Niki usually wouldn’t impede on someone else’s comfort, but he would willingly deprive himself of things that he needed. Such as food.

John sighed and glanced over at how oddly cute and small Niki looked, curled up as he was beneath the covers. With how comfortable the Austrian looked, Wattie decided that slow coaxing would be needed if he ever wanted Niki to get up and get moving.

John gently moved away from Niki and sat up against the headboard, watching as the Austrian grunted and looked up in confusion at the loss of contact. John wasn’t cruel, though, and he patted his pajama-covered thigh, gesturing for Niki to follow him.

“Here, put your head in my lap,” he said gently. “We’ll see if we can’t make that headache go away.” Niki glanced up at John, and he raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“I am not giving you a blowjob, if that’s what you want,” he said, carefully scooting himself up to place his head on John’s thigh. John couldn’t suppress a laugh.

“Niki, you bastard, just lay down,” he said, propping himself against a few pillows. “I promise it will be relaxing.” Niki glanced at John skeptically once again, but he finally laid down and settled himself so that his head was resting comfortably in John’s lap.

“There, happy now?” Niki asked, although by the way he had cuddled up against the Irishman, John knew that Niki enjoyed the new position. He chuckled.

“Yes, Niki,” he replied. “I’m so happy.” John gently began stroking his hands through Niki’s hair. It was odd, to have the man so relaxed like this, but John enjoyed it. As he gently massaged Niki’s temples, his fingers grazed the leathery graft skin on Niki’s scalp. All of a sudden, John was transported back to a time when he had cradled the Austrian’s head in a similar manner, three years ago at the Nürburgring. Just after that horrific accident, when Niki had pleaded for John to tell him how his face looked, how bad his burns were, when John had wanted to tell him that everything would be alright… John swallowed and tried to bring himself back to the present. He traced his hands lightly along the leathery texture of the scars, although he didn’t linger. Niki hated any kind of lingering. Hated any kind of pity. Maybe Niki allowed John this special kind of touch because John had been there, at his worst, cradling him and reassuring him when nothing else mattered but staying alive. When the pain threatened to pull him under, John had been there. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter now, when Niki had to pretend for all the world that he was unaffected by the one thing that had nearly cost him his life. As if he wasn’t a human who had been resurrected from the grave.

John glanced down to see if Niki was affected by the memories as well. He was surprised to find Niki staring back at him soberly with those deep, intelligent, blue eyes that seemed to expose the Austrian’s soul. It was haunting. Even though the Austrian only had flickers of memories about the entire event, John had told him about his rescue, and how he had cradled Niki’s injured head like this after the wreck. Niki had seen the video footage, too, and John knew that the memories still plagued them both.

There was a moment of silence as they just stared at each other, both reliving a time that had passed. It was only after a few minutes that Niki spoke again.

“John, about the tire pressures…” John shook his head soberly and silenced the other man by cradling Niki’s cheek in his palm.

“It’s alright Niki, just go back to sleep,” he said, shaking himself from the terrible memory. When Niki was anxious about something, he usually would default to rambling about cars and mechanical things. John ran his hands soothingly through Niki’s wavy curls again, willing them both to relax. There was no use getting unsettled about the crash again.

As usual, Niki was soothed by the Irishman’s ministrations to the point of relaxing completely. In fact, he would have fallen asleep in Wattie’s lap if James hadn’t reentered the room at that moment, breaking the tension of the memories.

“Success! Gentlemen, I have made a masterpiece!” James exclaimed, uncaring that he was interrupting a peaceful scene. Niki grunted and scowled at the loud noise, clearly ready to tell James off.

“James, you fu–”

“Ah ah, nice words only,” John scolded quickly, interrupting Niki’s onslaught of what would probably have been very nasty words indeed. “It’s too early for me to listen to you two bicker.” James just rolled his eyes, said something about ‘sensitive people,’ and placed a tray down on the edge of the bed. Hunt then launched into an eloquent presentation, describing how he had perfectly cooked the eggs, with the perfect amount of heat so he didn’t burn down the kitchen, etc. etc.

John tried to look as if he was listening attentively, but in reality he had tuned James out and was helping Niki sit up beside him. The Austrian stretched and yawned, seeming determined to get up now that James had barged into the room. Hunt was still engrossed in his own words, and Niki took the opportunity to sidle up next to John again, resting his head on the Irishman’s shoulder in content.

John felt a sense of pride and comfort as Niki snuggled against him, and he wrapped an arm around the Austrian. James, of course, was oblivious to all of this as he finally finished his enthusiastic speech. “So, now you get to try them!” Hunt said happily, pushing his tray forwards. “Eat up, eat up.” Niki pouted, looking distastefully at the food.

“I am not hungry,” he protested, glaring skeptically at the meal. John sighed because he knew that Niki would be difficult like this. He could practically feel himself slipping into mother hen mode, unnecessarily fussing over Niki.

“Look, Niki, it’s alright. Watch, I’ll even put that black pepper on it that you like,” he said. John gave James a pointed look, gesturing for him to go and get it. James groaned but fetched the pepper from the kitchen, and John seasoned Niki’s portion of eggs just right.

“There, now doesn’t that look delicious?” John looked over and was happy to see Niki’s curious expression. The Austrian was now eyeing the eggs in a more promising manner, which was honestly more than Wattie could have hoped for. John took advantage of this and scooped up a portion with his fork, then held it out to Niki.

“Here, now take a bite,” he encouraged. Niki pouted again, and turned his head away.

“Well, I am not letting you feed it to me,” he said stubbornly, taking the fork himself. He made a pleased noise as he tasted the eggs, and he nodded at James.

“Good,” he said simply, before taking another bite. James pumped a fist in victory, and John just rolled his eyes.

“James, why don’t you go clean up whatever sort of mess you left in there?” he suggested, gesturing towards the kitchen. James smiled teasingly.

“No, that’s for Niki to do later,” he said, smirking over at the Austrian. Niki just glared back, and John could tell that there was going to be a fight soon if he didn’t intervene.

“James, stop pestering,” Wattie said, shooing Hunt away from the bed. “Go make yourself useful. I’ll help you finish the dishes in a bit.” At that, James perked up and finally left the room. Niki continued eating his breakfast under John’s watchful gaze, and if John did end up feeding the Austrian his last few forkfuls of eggs, then who was to know?

When Niki was finished, John finally ate his own portion of the meal. The eggs were surprisingly good, and the bacon had been cooked…satisfactory. James came back into the room as John was just finishing up.

“Oh, by the way, Niki, if memory serves from last night, I did happen to throw your racing overalls off the balcony in a fit of drunken glee,” James said, somehow deciding that this was the right place and time to mention this. There was a heavy silence in the room as both John and Niki looked up at him in baffled surprise. “I honestly don’t know what possessed me, but it may have had something to do with the fact that…well, that I was drunk. Sorry, chap.”

That must have been the last straw, because Niki flung the covers off of himself and angrily stomped out of bed, glaring daggers at James, who had darted quickly into the kitchen area. John barely smothered a laugh, because Niki was also stark naked.

To make matters worse, someone started knocking loudly on the door. James and Niki had disappeared into the kitchen, and Niki had picked up a dish towel and was now chasing James with it, so John didn’t think that either of them would be answering the door anytime soon.

“James? We are leaving in thirty minutes for testing!” Jody Scheckter’s voice called through the door. James didn’t respond, but John heard a smack and a yelp from the kitchen, where Niki had probably flicked James with the towel.

“Arschloch!” the Austrian cursed. “Why can’t you fuck up your own things for a change?” John just remained comfortably seated in the bed and calmly finished his last bite of eggs.

“James? James! I know you’re in there!” Jody was still banging on the door. John was about to answer him, but James beat him to it.

“Jody, don’t come in unless you want to see a rat’s arse!” Hunt called, and this earned him another stinging swat from Niki. John just sighed and shook his head, wondering how he had ever gotten himself entangled into this mess of a relationship. Ah, well. He loved them both.

[nar-nia]

I WANNA KNOW THEM ALL TOOOOOO

~M 🐝

all of them 🤩 let's go!

i answered some of them here already, so i'm just gonna do the rest now!

1. What song(s) would you play at your wedding?

ahh, i don't know actually. maybe merry go round from howls moving castle, or something from the professor layton soundtrack.

2. What is you favourite baked good?

blondies!! they're like brownies, just... blond. and so good 😩

4. Where in the world would you impulsively move to if you could?

if we ignore real life and language barriers definitely south korea or thailand! but since living there is nothing like in dramas i'd probably stay in europe. maybe italy or the netherlands? or i'll open a little bakery in ireland...

5. Where in the world do you want to travel to the most?

south korea, japan, thailand, hawaii... the list is long!

7. Do you sleep with a stuffed toys? If so what do they look like and what is/are their name(s)?

i have so many, they need to shelves on my bookshelf. most of them are from my childhood so i don't have them with me in my bed because they're fragile 😕 in my bed i currently have a dinosaur named totoro, he was a birthday gift from my old roommates! i have another dinosaur, he's called hugo, and a reindeer that i called hee 🤭 and not to forget my enormous teddy bear (a djungelskog!) called björn

8. Do you have a skincare routine? If so what is it? Does it work? pls i need to find one that works ;-;

kinda, but i don't really stick to it. wash my face, use toner and essence and during the daytime sunscreen or during the nighttime a faceoil!

9. What is you favourite colour and why?

the color of green apples 🤩 i love green apples and the color puts me in a really good mood

10. Do you have an underrated song/artist you think more people should listen too?

not really... i either listen to kpop or musical songs, so every other songs i know are from the radio and not really underrated!

12. What Minecraft mob do you relate to the most?

i have no idea about minecraft 😕

13. What is an obscure au that you have never/hardly seen before but would love to read?

please i'm dumb, how am i supposed to answer this 😭😭

14. What is a word you hate?

not sure if there is a word that i hate

15. What is a word you love? Why?

verschlimmbessern. it's when you try to make something better, but you actually just make it worse.

16. Do you play DND? Tell me about you favourite/most recent character! (Also show art/picrew if you want)

i do not, but i loved your character and the drawing looked so good!

17. Show me your favourite Picrew of yourself!

this one!

18. Is Canada real?

only in winter

19. What emoji represents you best?

i should probably ask you that! maybe this one: 🥰

20. What fandom were you invested in before your current one?

criminal minds and star wars! i even did tiktoks for those two 😶

21. Give me a book recommendation!

since the show is coming out soon: heartstopper!! or the lunar chronicles.

22. Give me a film recommendation!

my all time favorite is lord of the thieves 🤩

23. Give me a series recommendation!

aaah... bbc merlin, extraordinary you, wandavision!

24. Do you like musicals? What's your favourite? (Bonus: If you do musical theatre, what's in your repertoire?)

i am OBSESSED with musicals! my one true love ever since i was a child 🤩

i love so many, but my top three are probably elisabeth (an austrian musical about the empress elisabeth from austria. my very first musical), rebecca and anastasia! and the death note musical deserves an honorable mention 🤧

25. What are you studying? And/or what's your job?

how do i even say that in english 😩 i'm studying science of books and nordic philology... yeah. science of books is basically the whole history of reading and book publishing & distributing. nordic philology is all about scandinavic languages, history, culture and literature.

26. Did you ever have that phase, when you were younger, where you pretended to make/made YouTube videos? If so what kind?

oh yes. sims let's plays, makeup tutorials, book hauls... i still pretend to do shopping hauls from time to time

26. What's the highest petrol price in your area :,D

i have no idea, but right now it's definitely over 2,50€

27. Tell me about your pets!

say hi to maunzi!! she's probably around 7 years old now. she was a stray cat and got found by a friend of my aunt. they wanted to keep her at first, but maunzi didn't get along with their other cats. so our aunt talked to us because our first cat sadly died a couple months earlier and we decided to take her in! i love her so much 😭😭

28. What is the most impulse purchase you have made?

tickets for the kpop flex 🤭 other than that all some of my books

29. Random fact about you! GO! (can be fun or not, anythingg~)

aaaah i don't know 😭😭 i love making lists but somehow never manage to stick to them

30. What's your favourite Pinterest board you have created? If you don't use Pinterest, first off WHY?! and second give me your favourite playlist you've created?

probably one with different hair styles and hair colors.. it's simply called "hairdresser" because i use it as inspiration whenever i visit my hairdresser 💀

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Innocents don’t shed blood...

A Donny Donowitz X Fem!Reader requested by the sweet @redrosewritingsstuff​.

Hope you’ll enjoy this story!

Hidden in a French forest, the Basterds tried to have some rest after their last successful raid against a German patrol. 

While Omar and Hirschberg took a well-deserved nap, Wicki checked on his rifle, whereas Andy, Simon, Smitty, and Michael were playing cards. 

As for Hugo, he sat on a rock while (Y/N) strapped a bandage around his hand.

(Y/N), the "Angel," as the Basterds nicknamed her because of her soft and caring personality. Even Hugo is more relaxed around her. After all, she was the only member of the team who did not kill any Nazis because she did not have to pay the "scalp debt" to Aldo.

She was like a ray of sunshine for those men, and especially for Donny Donowitz, who fell madly in love with her. Luckily for him, the lady felt the same.

Speaking of the latter, he glanced at (Y/N) with adoring eyes, watching every gesture of her delicate hands. A few seconds later, she finished her job:

"Here you are, Hugo! Next time, be careful with your knife!"

"I'll try to remember. Danke, Engelsschwester (Angel Nurse) (Y/N)." replied the soldier with a sly smile.

"You're welcome." answered the girl with a warming smile.

That same smile made Donny falling head over heels for her when they first met.His lieutenant, who watched the whole scene with amusement, decided to wake up his Sargent from his daydreaming.

"C'mon, Don, stop staring at your girl as if she was ice cream!" snickered Aldo.

Blushing, the Bear Jew muttered some Bostonian curses under his breath, while the other Basterds laughed at him.

However, Aldo did not expect the response from the young woman:

"So, Donny is looking at me like I'm ice cream? Well, that proves I'm so delicious!"

Utivich and Zimmerman howled with laughter, while Donny smiled proudly: his angel was the best!

Aldo chuckled:

"Ya gotta the point, girl!"

"Thanks, sir!"

Two hours later, Aldo got up and said:

"OK, guys, I've just finished doing the inventory of our supplies. I can't say we're running out, but if we don't buy supplies quickly, we'll be in trouble!"

"That much ?" Wicki asked.

"Bsolutely. That's why we have to go to the nearest village to do some shopping." 

He walked over to Hirschberg and Omar, who were sleeping soundly, and ordered in a loud voice:

"Get up, ya lazybones!"

"Huh? What? What's going on?" the two men stammered.

"It happens that we have to restock, or you won't have dinner tonight! Come on, get up, and hurry!"

"Go without me: it will give me time to do some tidying up." suggested (Y / N)

At these words, Donny frowned.

"I'd rather you come with us (Y / N). I'm not comfortable leaving you all alone!"

"But hey, what do you want to happen to her? There's no one passing through here!" protested Hirschberg.

"I'm worried about her safety, damn it!" yelled the Bear Jew.

The young nurse ran her thin hand over her lover's cheek, which instantly calmed him.

"It's fine, Donny. I can manage on my own while you're away."

"She's right, Don: and then, it won't be too long. An hour maximum!" Sakowitz reassured him.

Letting out a long sigh, Donowitz surrendered with a smile:

"Alright, I trust you, doll. I'll be back ASAP!"

"I'm not worried. See you later, teddy bear!"

"See you later, angel!" Donny replied, placing a kiss on the tip of the nurse's nose, making her laugh.

"We'll buy you some medical supplies when we get back."

"Thanks, Michael!"

"See you later, (Y / N)," Omar told her.

While the men left for the city, the young woman remained alone in the camp. 

She began to sort through the medicine boxes and carefully put them away in her case before thoroughly cleaning her syringes and surgical equipment.

Then, she took the metal box to store her surgical equipment and looked at it tenderly: on the lid was engraved an angel with a little nurse's hat: a sweet gift from Smitty, Hirschberg, Omar, and Andy for her birthday.

And to think that at the beginning, the other soldiers called her crazy when she joined Lieutenant Raine's team: they thought she was going to get mistreated. It was quite the opposite: the Basterds had immediately loved her.

Continuing with her cleaning, she hummed a tune her mother sang to her when she was little:

“Ma petite est comme l’eau,

Elle est comme l’eau vive.

Elle court comme un ruisseau

Que les enfants poursuivent.

Courrez, courrez

Vite si vous le pouvez !

Jamais, jamais

Vous ne la rattraperez !”

But as she worked, she didn't hear the German soldier creep up behind her. The latter had stumbled upon the Bastards' encampment by pure chance, but seeing that she was alone, he thought to himself that he had an opportunity to hurt those who massacred his comrades by making their friend suffer.

He approached her silently, then jumped on the young woman, causing her to fall to the ground.

Fighting back, the young woman screamed:

“Leave me alone, you jerk!”

Her attacker just slapped her before responding with a sadistic smile:

"Also, du kämpfst gern, kleine Schlampe? Wo sind deine sogenannten Freunde? Niemand wird dich retten! (So, you like to fight, little bitch? Where are your so-called friends? No one is going to save you!)".

Trying to escape, (Y / N) managed to grab a pan and sent it in the face of his assailant, who let out a cry of rage. Taking advantage of the confusion, she started to run, but suddenly a hand grabbed her ankle, and she fell to the ground again.

The Nazi attacked her again, a glint of madness in his eyes. Searching by all means for a weapon to defend herself, the young woman grabbed the first object that was within her reach and struck for the first time. Then a second. Then a third. She, who had never fought in her life, unleashed all her rage and fear on her opponent by beating him up.

(Y / N) only ceased her blows when her attacker stopped moving. Not understanding what had happened, she looked at her hands and discovered in horror that they were covered in blood. And on top of that, she was holding a knife. She glanced at her nurse's uniform, which was also stained with blood.

She glimpsed at her aggressor and noticed that he laid on the ground, inert, with his eyes wide open and his chest pierced with multiple stabs.

It was then that she understood what had happened: for the first time in her life, she had just killed a man. Admittedly, it was self-defense, but (Y / N) was appalled by her gesture: how were the others going to react when they discover her crime?

Trembling, she let go of the knife and fell to the ground, breathing erratically and unable to emit a single sob ...

Meanwhile, the Bastards were returning from town with their provisions.

"We have everything we need: we'll be quiet for a while!" Andy said.

"What are we doing, Lieutenant?" Hugo asked.

"We're staying here for tonight, and we'll be heading to Lyon tomorrow morning! We have an appointment with members of the Resistance!" Aldo replied.

For his part, Donny walked in silence, holding in his pocket the present he planned to give to his angel. He didn't like being away from her, even if it was only for a few moments, because he feared he couldn't protect her.

"Don't worry, Romeo: you will be soon reunited with your Juliet!" Wicki joked sweetly.

Suddenly, Smitty listened:

"Do you hear that?"

"What ?" Hirschberg asked.

"Hush, listen!"

Everyone fell silent and heard moans in the distance as if someone was hurt. When they realized it was a woman's voice, they all thought of the same person:

"(Y/N)"

They ran towards their camp as fast as they could, praying that nothing wrong had happened to their nurse.

The one who worried the most was Donny: if anything had happened to (Y/N), he would never forgive himself.

A few minutes later, they arrived near their camp and discovered traces of the struggle.

"But what the heck happened here?" Hirschberg asked, stunned.

"I don't know, but that doesn't reassure me!" Simon replied.

"Somebody got into a fight here, for sure ... But where is (Y/N)?" Hugo exclaimed.

Suddenly, they heard wheezing near them. The Bastards turned and saw their nurse lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and her chest covered in blood.

At that moment, Donny had the impression that the ground gave way beneath his feet: all he feared had happened, he had failed to protect his angel.

"NO! Y/N!" he cried, rushing towards the young woman, and holding her in his arms.

"Oh, my God !" Utivich panicked.

"WICKI! COME HERE QUICKLY!" yelled Aldo.

The Austrian arrives near the young woman and begins to examine her, fearing to find too serious injuries. As for the others, they were petrified: they blamed themselves for having left her alone. If she had come with them, they could have protected her.

But when he finished, Wilhelm looked puzzled.

"So what's wrong with her? Are her injuries serious? But answer me, damn it!" the Jewish Bear said impatiently.

"How can I tell you ... It's not her blood!"

"What do you mean ?" Aldo asked.

"She has no physical injuries ... other than that bruise on her face!"

"Who hit her?" Omar asked, ready to gut the one who had dared to raise his hand on his best friend.

"Probably the Fritz who looks like a colander and is lying on the floor!" Andy replied, pointing to the corpse of the Nazi lying on the ground.

Seeing the body of their enemy, the Bastards did not take long to understand what had happened during their absence. But it was necessary to be clear about it.

"Tell me (Y/N), what happened?" Aldo asked.

The young woman looked up at her lieutenant, and the Apache could see in the nurse's gaze anguish, shame, and immense sadness.

She tried to explain, but she could only let out a strangled sob. Her guilt was suffocating her.

"Don't worry, doll, I'm here!" reassured her Donny, who hugged her.

"Take your time. We will listen to you when you're ready," Simon said to her.

Catching her breath, the young woman began her story:

"I was doing some tidying up when he threw himself on me ... It went so fast that I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I defended myself as I could. I thought he was going to kill me. After that, everything happened so quickly. It became blurry. And I only stopped when I saw all this blood on my hands. "

She looked up at her companions, on the verge of tears:

"I know I had no choice but… I felt like I had betrayed Nightingale's pledge, and I was so afraid of your reaction!"

"(Y/N), don't be upset about it. We all know you fought back, and you did well. No one will blame you for stabbing a Fritz." Wicki told her.

"Still, you did not miss him: the Kraut is very messed up!" Hirschberg joked.

But seeing (Y/N) 's desperate face and the glare that his companions gave him, he realized that it was not the right time.

"Frankly, Hirschberg, just shut up!" Hugo sighed, rolling his eyes.

Night fell, and the Batards took advantage of the calm of the forest to feed and rest before the long journey that awaited them.

Recovering from his emotions, Y/N stayed close to Donny throughout the evening, seeking comfort from his lover.

Even though her guilt was starting to fade, she couldn't help but feel disgusted with what had happened. Of course, the war revealed the dark side of the human being, but the nurse hoped, deep down, that she would not fall into this trap.

"Is everything all right, princess?" Donny asked.

The young woman shyly nodded:

"I'm doing a little better..."

"Come on over there ..." her lover said softly, taking her against him.

(Y/N) let himself go into the sergeant's muscular, protective, and reassuring embrace.

"I understand that you are still shaken by what happened. But that does not change anything for me: you remain my ray of sunshine ... And the others think the same."

"Really ?"

"I swear to you: they were impressed that you, the most pacifist among us, killed a Nazi. And that proves that you are indeed one of us."

He reached into his pocket and handed her a necklace adorned with an angel medallion made of bluestone.

Without a word, she picked up the object and stared at it, fascinated, before returning her attention to Donny, who was staring at her fondly.

"Don't forget (Y/N): even if the blood still flows at your feet, even if it stains your clothes, even if it strews your face, you will always remain my immaculate angel ... And I'll always be here for you!"

To his relief, a moved smile lit up the face of the young woman who kissed him.

"Thank you for your trust!"

"Anytime, doll. Anytime."

They hugged with strength. The young nurse whispered:

"I love you, Don."

"I love you too, (Y / N)"

And as they were about to fall asleep, the young nurse had a calm mind: yes, the innocent do not shed blood, but as long as they are surrounded by those who love them, nothing can defile them.

And she knows her Bear Jew is watching over it.

Thanks for reading ! I’m waiting for your requests and your reviews !

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Payback is a b.... | Self Para

He heard her sobbing while he walked away from her, from their heated discussion. Miguel stopped for a moment, and he almost looked back, but he didn’t, because he knew that, even though he was mad furious with her, he’d be softened again, and that wasn’t what he needed. Instead, he walked inside the house and changed his expression completely when he saw his daughter, the sun of his life.

Miguel spent most of the night with Gabriela, playing with her, talking about her days on the island with mom, and her unborn sibling. She wished for another girl, so she could teach her how to play tea party. Gabby told him he was a terrific tea party partner, but he was too clumsy for the tiny chair, and she needed someone more fitted, like her teddy bear. He enjoyed every little moment with her until he tucked her in, and she slept in his arm while he read her a bed time story.

With a kiss on her forehead, he carefully detached himself and went for the guest room. He wouldn’t share the same room with Kalina, he could barely look at her side when he said the basics with her. That he was leaving to San Marino on the next morning, to try to remedy to any damage his wife could have inflicted because of him. He was too tired to fight her, and he didn’t want to ruin the small happiness he had in chest, by spending the rest of the afternoon with his daughter.

Just like he said, on the next morning he left the island, and headed straight to the small kingdom. Miguel felt so guilty when he saw Aria, he didn’t remember her that much from their time on the royals island, but because of one misbehave from him, the poor girl had her whole life changed. He stayed with her and the royals there for a couple of days, he got to know the girl better, and he really felt sorry for her. Sick or not, not having children should be Aria’s decision to make, not some excuse Kalina could give to make her feel better on what she did. There was no way he could repair for all the pain Kalina inflicted on her because of his mistake, he made sure to provide not only the best treatments for her disease, but he would also provide the best procedures in case she wanted to get pregnant one day. He also talked with the girl’s parents, and offered a marriage alliance with his country and Aria. He couldn’t marry, because he was already married to the bulgarian princess, now Empress. But for the arrangement, he offered his cousin, Thyrso.

After San Marino, he spent a couple of days in Austria as well. Miguel couldn’t remember if Kalina had ever apologized the austrian queen for all the terrible things she did for her. He felt welcomed by the king and the queen in the palace and watched with joy all the four children playing around in the palace. One day that would be Gabriela, and her little brother or sister bringing life and joy back again on the brazilian palace. And while he was there too, he arranged some business deals with Austria as well, burying all of his wife’s mistakes in the past, and opening a bright future for his nations with San Marino and Austria. 

He came back home a couple of weeks before his baby boy was born. After he birth of Gabriela, that was the second best day of his life, followed by the day he married Kalina, and the day he was reborn from the plane accident. The next days that followed were a bliss, and he almost forgot of what Kalina did. All the softness from the day his son was born was soon replaced from the polite coldness towards his wife. He still couldn’t find in himself the strenght to forgive, not only what she did, but how she justified her act. It was unforgivable. He decided then to go on a little tour in Europe. Once the pandemic was in control, he went abroad and made several good deals for Brazil, one of them was arranging Aria and Thryso’s marriage. The last stop of his tour was Italy, and then back home.

What he didn’t know was that Anitta was also there, and he took advantage on that. He wanted to provocate Kalina, to make her feel as broken as he felt when she told him her dirty secret. Fully aware of the papparazzis nearby, he took the now famous singer to have dinner in a restaurant, and then back to his hotel. He even allowed them to get a picture of him and Anitta very close to each other, and then he took her to his room. He wanted to cheat on Kalina, to betray her as badly as she had betrayed him. Giving him the joy of having children while he actions had condenmed a girl because of his mistakes? He wasn’t okay with that. He pulled Anitta in and kissed her, fiercely. Her touches, the way she pressed her body against his, her dirty talk and how she was taking his shirt off. It was all wrong, and he felt disguted with himself. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t sleep with another while his whole body craved for his wife. He pushed her off him and told her to leave. He couldn’t sleep, and before leaving he confessed his sins to a priest, and seeked guidance for his marriage and how he could deal with all of his feelings and the issues he was facing.

Back in Brazil, Miguel was too stubborn, to proud to face Kalina as soon as he arrived. Instead of talking with his wife, he went on his old routine. Being with her when needed, but leaving her to be once they weren’t required to be together anymore. One morning, he was told Kalina hadn’t showed up for breakfast yet. They had an appointment later and they couldn’t be late for it. He commanded to check on her bedchambers, or the nursery. A few minutes back they returned with a small note for him in their hands. He read the note ten times, before he got up so quickly the chair he was seated in fell behind. He ran to the kids nursery and found it empty. His heart broke in several pieces. How could she do this to him? Take away the best part of his life away from him. He fought back the tears. he had a lot of work to do and now he had to find his family, even if he had to travel at every square of the planet, he would find them.